Simon considers himself a quiet person, only talking when it's necessary or when his opinion is asked. He is used to shouting at the group of goddamn soldiers who think they can do whatever the hell they want during training. That was until he met you—someone even quieter than him. You are a sergeant whose voice is usually heard only by the Captain. It isn't that you have a condition that prevents you from speaking; you are just naturally quiet, always listening, smiling, and paying close attention during meetings. Simon admires that. He admires how patient you are with everyone.
But today? Simon is sitting on the couch in the common room, reading a book he pulled off the shelf, when he hears it.
"GOD DAMMIT! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK? ARE YOU CRAZY, SOLDIER?"
A voice echoes from the hall. Who the hell would shout like that? Simon looks up just as you storm into the common room. Your face is flushed red with anger, your jaw is clenched, and your knuckles are white from the tension.
"These people are fucking useless!" you snap. "They can't even follow basic instructions. How am I supposed to have any patience with them when they’re absolute fucking plonkers?"
Oh, you are mad. Really mad.
Simon is instantly hard. He has never heard you like this before, and for some strange reason, he loves the way you look right now—livid because some shitty bastards couldn't follow rules. He takes in the sight of you: your hair messy from where you've been running your hands through it, your breathing heavy and ragged.
"Hard day?" he asks quietly.
"Hard? A bloody nightmare."
You look at him, and Simon feels his cock tighten and ache against his cargo pants. He shifts on the couch, trying to adjust himself so you won't notice the bulge.
Only God is a witness to how many times Simon has jerked off at night, his fist wrapped around his cock, stroking up and down while thinking of you. He thinks of how beautiful you looked, all mad and frustrated, wishing he were the one who could fuck that attitude right out of you.
Two posts in a row? Holy moly 👹
I'm on vacation so I have absolutely nothing to do with my life. 🥳 hope you like it, now you can ask for any question or request on my profile!
warnings: not proofread, maybe a wee bit ooc, reader is a tiny bit bratty, all smut no plot, thank you and goodnight
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“please, ‘m sorry,” you slur for the hundredth time. tears wet your cheeks, soaking the mattress that your face is currently pressed into.
“i know, lovie. heard it the first time,” simon grunts, white-knuckle grip on your hips as he thrusts into you over and over.
you’d royally pissed him off during dinner by wearing that pretty little dress he begged you not to wear.
that one that made it impossible for him to be a civil human being. the one that had him palming his erection in the car on the way to the restaurant while you were sitting pretty in the passenger seat, teasing him my tugging the front down until he could see the lace of you bra.
you refused to touch him the car.
and under the table when he slipped into the booth beside you.
and in the car again after dinner.
you’ve never heard the man beg so much, so you gave him mercy the second his car pulled onto your street. you simply slid his hand that had been resting on your thigh under the hem of your dress.
simon took the olive branch, immediately slipping your panties to the side.
but the road was short, and before either of you could do anything more, simon was pulling into the driveway.
as he parked, he leaned over the center console, attacking your mouth with his and you let him. you leaned into the kiss, letting him have his fill until you started giggling into it.
then, you had pulled away and rushed into the house, leaving simon with a raging hard on and out of breath.
he chased after you, up the stairs and through the hall. heavy boots echoing behind you as you approached your shared bedroom. swinging the door open, you squealed when simon’s hand landed on your waist from behind.
he wasted no time in pushing you down onto the bed, shoving your pretty dress up and over your hips when all you could do was giggle.
it was short lived as simon dropped to his knees behind you, shoving his face into your panties. his nose bumped against your clothed clit, and you let out a whimper, shifting back into him.
your mind shifts back to the present, body jerking forward with each thrust of simon’s hips.
“simon!” you whimper, clutching at the linens. he lets out a laugh behind you, making your stomach flip when he sinks his cock impossibly deeper.
“use your words,” he mocks.
moaning, you try. you really really do.
but all that comes out is a strangled—
“jesus, fuck.”
simon snorts, driving his hips harder. “not quite, lovie, but it’ll do.” he reaches down, thrumming your clit under his thumb. with trembling thighs and airless lungs, you manage to choke out an exhausted plea.
“come on, lovie. i’ll be nice. let it out,” he teases, angling his hips until the delicious drag of his thick cock sends you reeling.
burying your face further into the mattress, you groan, pussy spasming around him as you come.
simon works you through it, finally relenting when you start crawling away from him.
“not gonna gimme the silent treatment anymore, right?”
“okay,” you pant out, eyes closed as you try to catch your breath. chuckling, simon pats your thigh and slips away to get a soft towel to clean you up.
can you please write pussydrunk hee I need that BAD
dada hee strikes again
Heeseung is completely gone.
He’s been between your thighs for what feels like hours now, face buried so deep in your pussy that the rest of the world doesn’t exist anymore. The bedroom is filled with the wet sounds of his mouth devouring you, long, hungry licks, filthy slurping, and his constant, broken groans like he’s the one getting fucked instead of you.
“Fuck… baby,” he rasps, voice wrecked and hoarse. His strong hands grip the back of your thighs, spreading you wider, almost folding you in half so he can get even deeper. “I can’t stop. I can’t fucking stop tasting you.”
Your back arches clean off the bed when he drags his tongue from your leaking hole all the way up to your swollen clit in one slow stripe, then sucks your clit into his hot mouth like it’s his favorite candy.
“Heeseung—! Ahh—too much—” you whimper, fingers tangled tightly in his dark hair, pulling hard enough to make his scalp sting. But he only moans louder into your pussy at the pain, hips grinding desperately against the mattress because he’s so painfully hard just from eating you out.
He’s drunk, drunk on your pussy, and completely, stupidly addicted.
His tongue pushes inside you again, fucking you with it in messy, eager strokes while his nose grinds against your clit. Every time your walls flutter and clench around his tongue he lets out this broken, needy sound, like he’s dying and being saved at the same time.
“Shit… she’s sucking me in,” he mumbles against your folds, half-delirious. “Your pretty little pussy keeps pulling my tongue in like she missed me. So fucking greedy… just like her owner.”
Two thick fingers slide into you without warning, curling instantly against that spongy spot that makes you see stars. Your thighs start shaking violently around his head as he pumps them slowly, scissoring you open while his tongue flicks relentlessly over your clit.
“Oh my god—Hee—Heeseung—!” Your voice cracks into a high, sweet whine as another orgasm crashes into you. Your pussy gushes around his fingers and tongue, soaking his chin, his lips, dripping down to the sheets.
But he doesn’t stop. He never stops.
Heeseung moans like a man starved as he drinks every drop of your release, tongue lapping messily, fingers thrusting faster to draw it out longer. His eyes are glassy, pupils blown wide when he glances up at you from between your legs, hair messy, cheeks flushed, mouth and chin shiny with your slick.
“You taste so fucking good,” he groans, almost whining. “Sweeter every time you cum for me. I’m addicted, baby. I need it. Need your pussy on my tongue all the time.”
He pulls his fingers out only to spread your folds open with his thumbs, staring at your clenching, dripping hole like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Then he leans in and licks a long, slow stripe through your sensitive folds again, humming happily when your hips jerk.
“Hee—please— I can’t— I’m so sensitive—” you sob softly, trying to close your legs, but his grip is iron.
“Just one more,” he lies sweetly, pressing a tender kiss right on your clit that makes you twitch. “Just let me have one more. Please, baby. I’ll die if I don’t taste you again.”
You’re a trembling, overstimulated mess, but you nod shakily because the way he begs for your pussy is too hot to deny.
Heeseung dives back in like a man possessed. This time he’s even messier. Sloppy. Desperate. His tongue laps at you like he’s trying to memorize every fold, every twitch, every taste. He sucks your clit, then moves down to push his tongue as deep inside you as it’ll go, fucking you with it while his fingers rub tight, fast circles on your clit.
Your moans turn into broken sobs and whimpers. “Nnghh— Hee—! Feels too good— gonna cum again—!”
“Yes— fuck yes, give it to me,” he growls into your pussy, the vibration sending you over the edge again.
You cum hard, thighs clamping around his head, hips grinding against his face as you ride it out. Heeseung moans loudly, happily, drinking everything you give him like it’s nectar. His fingers keep moving, prolonging it until you’re shaking and crying his name.
Even then, he keeps going, gentler now, but still obsessed. Soft, loving licks through your soaked folds, kitten licks on your clit, pressing slow kisses all over your pussy like he’s worshipping it.
“My favorite thing in the whole fucking world,” he murmurs, voice thick with lust and affection. “This pretty pussy. So wet… so warm… clenching around my tongue like you want me to live here.”
He slides three fingers back inside you slowly, watching with dark, hungry eyes as your walls suck them in greedily.
“Look at that,” he whispers in awe. “She’s hugging my fingers so tight. Greedy little thing. Just like you, baby.”
You’re nearly delirious at this point, body limp and glowing, but Heeseung still looks like he could eat you for hours more.
He crawls up your body eventually, but only after one last long, possessive lick from your entrance to your clit that makes you jolt. His face is glistening, lips puffy, eyes half-lidded with pure satisfaction and need.
He kisses you deep, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, grinding his painfully hard cock against your thigh.
“I’m not done,” he breathes against your mouth, voice rough. “I’m never gonna be done with this pussy. Gonna eat you every single day until you understand how fucking obsessed I am.”
He slides back down your body again, already hooking your trembling legs over his shoulders.
Because Heeseung is completely, utterly pussydrunk.
And he has zero plans of sobering up anytime soon.
I think about Naive!Reader and Fresh Out of Prison!Simon on the subway.
cw: 18+ mdni, nsfw.
And how he’d make naive!reader sit in his lap when he notices and older woman standing in subway isle.
“Thank you, both of you.” The older woman giggles as she takes the empty seat.
“‘S no problem ma’am.” Simon nods, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. “She’s so cute isnt she love?”
You can’t even focus, his hardened erection pressing into your ass, in those jeans that Simon loves so much. Couldnt stop staring at the way your thighs spread as you sat down, every curve on you, that charm you have in your brown eyes. You wiggle in his lap but he only presses you down harder, he tsks in your ear, “Don’t move baby, or everyone ‘ere will see just what you do t’me.”
You feel him grow with every shake of the train against you, only smirking as he sees the way you can’t look anyone near you in the eye, heat rising under your skin with that slightly tense look on your face. You try your best to give a smile and wave to the old woman but Simons hands roll down your skin, down your your thighs that makes chills run down your spine, “Bloody hell, can’t wait t’ get off of ‘ere, fuck you right against the wall in the alley across the street from our stop, you’d like that wouldn’t you?”
Your lips purse out, breath hitching, “Simon!”
“ ‘F Course you would doll,” he draws out, calloused hands going to your hips, giving them a nice squeeze, humping up into you, “Or should I have you keep keep my cock warm right here, sliding it in your hole so eeeeveryone can see that pretty face you only make with me-“
You can’t help the little mewl you let out, his covered manhood pressing against your cunt, “Simon-“
“—I know, I know swee’art,” he coos, kissing your cheek, “Won’t do tha’ to ya.”
The subway rattles again and you bite the inside of your lips, nervous eyes flickering down into the mahogany brown eyes staring back at you. Glint shimmering in them.
“Not here, anyway.”
Simon lets his hand caress the apple of your cheeks from behind, squeeze them together that makes him chuckle, “Would you let me take you to the bathroom though? Hm love?”
You play with your fingers, checking the time on your phone, before muttering so quietly, “For j-just a little bit, I don’t wanna miss my show tonight.”
And the older man underneath you groans happily, eyes crinkling, rubbing his hand up and down your back, you’ve made the man go red in the face, “M just jokin baby, god, you’re so fuckin loveable.”
Simon didn't notice at first; he just thought it was a mere coincidence. How you always chose to drink the same beverage, using the same straw. The same bottle of water right after he had taken a drink. Or when you two shared food, and you always bit the exact same spot he had just bitten.
Now, you two were in his room. You were in his lap, kissing his neck, leaving noticeable marks that anyone could see without effort. He desperately sought your lips, biting and savoring them, deepening the kiss.
"Si, would you do something for me?" you asked, your lips brushing against his.
"Anything for you, darlin'," he said, his voice sounding more like a whisper.
"Could you... spit in my mouth?" you asked shyly. You had been wanting to tell him for a while, but you hadn't been able to find the bravery.
"Spit?" Simon wasn't concerned at all; he just hadn't expected you to like such things. "I can do that for ya, luv."
Simon cupped your chin, his touch soft against your skin. "Open your mouth, sweetheart."
You obeyed, opening your mouth and showing him your tongue. And finally, your wish came true. Simon spit into your mouth.
"Now baby. Swallow it down."
And that's exactly what you did—you swallowed his saliva.
"There you go, my precious girl. Do you like it, huh?"
You nodded in response. Thereafter, you always found an excuse for any situation where Simon could just spit in your mouth.
i know this is so self indulgent, but this idea had been stuck in my head for DAYS hope you like it
craving milk, so he unbuckles his pants and pulls out his cock in front of her face. She hungrily laps at the precum dripping from his tip. Her tongue licks up and down his length but returns to sucking the head. She keeps swirling it roughly under and all around the surface. His body tenses and jerks in overstimulation, clutching his fists tight to hold still. As she purrs, the vibrations travel down his dick. Eventually, she starts pawing at his balls too.
Simon can’t handle the stimulation, and he comes with a loud groan, hand firmly but carefully grasping her head. As his dick shoots spurt after spurt, she swallows around it, milking even lore from his already heavy load.
vs
Big, scary Simon Riley being desperately submissive to his tinier wife needing her to spray him to mark her territory. He begs her to sit on his face, then he’ll pull her weight all the way down. He eats pussy like a man parched and starving. He makes her cum over and over. Squirming, she can’t hold it anymore, so he slips his fingers inside and crooks them in rough, quick thrusts till she’s showering him in golden liquid. The second she practically falls off, she’s met with the grin of a drenched but sated man. Crazy bastard has a twinkle in his eyes as he licks his lips to get some more of the taste.
i imagine the live camera feed goes off one night while youre lying in bed. new sheets still hugging you warm after the dryer. the boys are off doing their personal night routines, heavy guard dogs lay at your feet.
with the chime of your phone, a notification alerts you of outside movement. you consider it to be a waving branch or passing car, yet check it nonetheless. something about inner intuition.
youre glad you did.
watching silently as someones shadow skirts along the darker parts of around your house. passing the kitchen windows with a ducked head, then round the back.
"fuck," you bite your lip. sighing quietly as you toss your phone. "johnathan!" four heads from the bathroom peek around the doorframe slow, eyes open with the use of a full name. johnny fights a grin, ready to watch his captain get chewed out by their lady.
"..ye' love?"
"theres some weird guy wandering 'round the house outside," you inform dryly. plucking your phone back up and leaving it there. you reach for your wine glass on the bedside table, sipping as their hearts fall to their ass.
sure, anxiety stirs low in your gut. nipping at your reason and concious. but youre also keen of what your boys have lived through, the dirtest negotiations and most horrific actions.
alway do they come back home into your arms.
you could blame it on pure lack of sleep, but its nicer to pin it on the assumption youre probably the safest person in town. you were even willing to bet in the city.
so you continue with scrolling through ao3.
paying a half mind as military tense rounds over their bodies. simon whistles for the dogs and grabs his pistol. grunting and rolling his bare shoulders in atonished anger at somones sheer audacity. i mean for fuck sakes the mans tired. 
johnnys sneaking grin falls, replaced by a flat face as hes quick to grab a flashlight and gun. moving out the door on simons heels. big dogs herding around them.
"stay 'ere yeah love? dont open the fuckin' door," johns voice is a low growl. grabbing a hunters knife ( anniversary gift from you, his names carved in the wood ) and moving to the window. room lights flipped off when johnny left. scanning the open grass with an annoyed brow twitch. "kyle, wi' me."
kyle nods, glancing back three times to make sure youre content. careful to lock the bedroom door and leave a weapon with you, which he drills in not to touch less you hear the burglar. with a final glance, hes gone with the rest of them.
your ears perk for movement outside. glass shatters and a door kicks open. youre pretty sure you hear the guy shriek — most definitely simons doing, weird fucker was waiting in the dark — a brisk struggle before the house falls silent, words they dont want you hearing are exchanged then hes thrown out onto the grass.
hes quick to jump up and scurry off, wet pants uncomfortable and now stinking.
you sigh with annoyance, replacing windows was the biggest bitch. but whatever, sukuna is realizing his love for Y/N.
staff notes: consider this part two of peeping riki? also, to the person who sent the req , it’s nearly done — just wanted to get this out real quick ♡⸝⸝
niki felt like he was going insane.
ever since he saw you that night, the only thing that filled his mind was the sounds of your moans and the way his name sounded slipping from your mouth.
he’d zone out whenever you said his name, tense up if you sat too close to him on the couch, and practically lose it whenever you touched him—accident or not.
it had gotten so bad to the point he couldn’t even shower without fisting himself there. one hand resting on the cold tiles while the other wrapped around his dick as he pictured that night all over again.
and even now, when he should’ve been asleep or doing literally anything else, he was in bed, pillow folded around his dick, slamming his hips into it. wishing and needing it to be you instead.
“fuck…” he shuddered, lazily lifting his hips into the pillow, building that pressure again.
he was almost there, on the brink of cumming again when a knock sounded at his door.
“niki? you in there?”
fuck.
“yeah, shit, just give me a second!” he called out, tripping over his blanket while trying to pull his shorts up. “i’ll be right there.”
you weren’t supposed to be home. he was sure that he had the house to himself, that you were supposed to be out on some date.
niki grabbed one of the small air freshener cans he kept in his nightstand and sprayed the room—and himself for safe measures.
he opened the door, his chest heaving as sweat beaded on his forehead, hands slightly shaking. he had his body angled to cover the scene behind him.
“hey…” he ran his fingers through his hair. "everything alright?"
“yeah, wanna watch a movie?” you asked, eyes tracing him up and down as if you had a good idea of what he was just doing.
"yeah, sure," he smiled, slipping through the crack of the door and closing it behind him. "but weren't you going somewhere tonight?"
"oh. i got stood up," you said, like it meant nothing.
inside the living room, the tv was already paused on a random movie, while the dim red hue from the led lights—that desperately needed replacing—in the kitchen, filled the space.
niki sat down next to you, his arm slung over the back of the couch, fingertips brushing your arm. you leaned into his touch, settling in his arms.
the movie started and everything seemed to be going fine, at least on your end it was. for niki, it was slowly becoming hell, because the tent growing in his pants was noticeable.
he tried to shift away from you, sit up a little bit, just enough to cover up but you wouldn’t move. instead, you moved closer to him, sinking your body into the cushions. your thigh was pressed against his.
he was doing it to himself at this point. the fabric of his shorts were thin enough that he could feel the heat from your skin and it was driving him mad.
niki froze, his breath catching in his throat.
you suddenly froze, and he started wishing he could just hide. you felt him tense, your eyes darting from his lap up to his face.
"...niki, are you okay?" you whispered, your voice trailing off once you realized what was going on.
before you knew it, his lips were on yours, hands cupping your face as he pressed his body against yours. he waited damn near two weeks to do this. to kiss you, to have his hands all over you.
niki’s hands traveled down your body, one hand slipping under your shirt, the palm of his hand hot against your skin. “please,” he muttered against your lips.
you nodded, helping him lift your shirt. he pressed a kiss against the corner of your lips, down to your chest, lingering there before lowering himself between your legs. niki hooked his fingers into the waistband of your jeans. he didn’t waste a second, dragging them down your legs and carelessly tossing them onto the ground.
his hands were wrapped around your thighs, pushing them back to give himself a good view of your already flushed and soaked pussy.
“all this for me, baby?” he asked, dragging a finger down your folds before he leaned forward. his tongue traced slow along your folds, before inserting two fingers. his mouth worked skillfully, focusing on your clit, fingers curling just right.
“niki- wait.. fuck,” you breathed, moving your hand to cover your mouth as your head fell back against the armrest.
embarrassingly enough, you were about to cum already. your fingering treaded through his hair, grabbing a handful of his hair as your hips rolled against his tongue. before you could have that release, he pulled back his tongue and stilled his fingers.
you let out a whined, needy gasp, eyes snapping open to look down at him. "...why did you stop?"
he looked up at you, his gaze hungry and full of desire. "i need to feel you around me," he whispered, rising to his knees, the cushion dipping beneath him. he pushed down his shorts, his dick already hard and leaking.
his hands slid under your knees, pushing them back until they reached your chest. he pushed inside you slowly and started moving. it was slow at first like he was allowing you to adapt to him but that didn't last too long.
"fuck- you feel so good," he groaned, his hips snapping into yours. he leaned down, catching your lips in a kiss before pulling back again. "c'mon.. let me hear you, baby."
all you could do is moan, your walls clenching around him as your nails clutch at his shirt. niki placed his thumb in your mouth, pulling out until only the tip was inside before slamming his hips again. "let hear me that pretty voice like last time."
"niki... shit, i'm gonna-" you gasped, the pleasure pooling in your stomach, not even registering what he said. "don't," you choked out, voice trembling. "don't stop. please."
niki picked up his pace, using his thumb to circle your clit. "you sound so good like this... so fucking pretty," he took one deep thrust, burying himself as deep as he can inside you.
"cum for me, baby. i got you... let go," he breathed, pulling back before doing another deep thrust, then another and another one. until you let out a silent cry, trying to catch your breath.
it didn't take long for your orgasm to hit. it shot through you, leaving your legs shaking, clenching around niki. he started to slow down once his own orgasm hit, his chest heaving.
he leaned down one final time, burying himself in your shoulder and let out a shaky breath. still inside you on that cramped couch.
staff notes: “what’s your favorite curse word?” “probably fuck,” that video was all i could think abt while editing bro 💀
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✮ stepdaddy!toji can't get enough of you. cw: stepcest
stepdaddy!toji didn't plan on getting married at all. he had zero desire to deal with responsibility and all that bullshit, but he figured his kid needed a mother figure. so he met a woman who worked in some boring office, no spark or passion happened, and he didn't even expect it. he just wanted to make sure his boy didn't grow up lonely.
stepdaddy!toji who didn't even blink when she said she had a daughter but would do whatever it took to make sure you wouldn't cause a problem, 'cause apparently you were a total brat who rebelled against her on purpose and all that shit. he just grunted and nodded, thinking you were the same age as his son.
stepdaddy!toji didn't even set eyes on you until he and your mom got hitched, 'cause you kept running away from home and this time your mom just kicked you out. when you guys first met, you were wearing these crazy short lounge shorts with your hair all messy. well, you were way older than his son. you licked your ice cream and looked at him with those doe eyes. "so, you're my new daddy now?" he checked you out from head to toe, letting his gaze linger on those hips. "guess so. and did you have a lot of new ones?" "enough to know you won't last long here." well, that did something to his cock.
stepdaddy!toji saw with his own eyes that you weren't some bratty, hopeless kid like your mom described. you just didn't agree with her and tried to prove her wrong, and she got pissed every single time, telling you she wasted her youth on you. he just cut the argument short, stroking your hair and telling your mom to stop being such a bitch.
stepdaddy!toji couldn't tear his eyes away when you walked around the house in just panties and a sheer white top after another fight just to spite your mom, with your nipples peeking through. you never gave any blunt hints, but the way you stared at his biceps every time he reached for the salt on the table, or at his huge cock when he wore gray sweatpants, spoke for itself.
stepdaddy!toji walked into your room one day while you were out to swipe your panties and sniff 'em while he jerked off, but he found something way more interesting. your laptop stayed open with a chat with your friend on the screen. he was just about to blow it off when he saw his name.
→ idk girl, it sounds gross but if you saw him you'd wanna fuck him too
i mean, you got a shitty mom who's been terrorizing you since you were a kid, he didn't raise you, he didn't change your diapers, so why the hell not? if the dick's worth it lol ←
→ it's huge, i'm sure he'd just rip me apart. i have to imagine him instead of my dildo, though he's definitely like three times bigger
stepdaddy!toji decides to shower with you the next morning, making you let out a scream. "what are you doing in here?" and you try to cover yourself up, but he just laughs. "giving you exactly what you want." he starts stripping and you stare at his massive biceps, his rock-solid chest and abs, then your eyes trail down and see the happy trail leading to a huge, hang-hard cock that was already standing tall. your mouth hung open while he sat down on the edge. "get over here, baby." one second you stopped hiding yourself, and the next you were bouncing on his cock, and he was deep inside you, ripping you apart.
his hands are glued to your ass, guiding your rhythm, squeezing and spreading you open on his cock. every time you slide down, you feel him hit that spot deep inside. "nngh! yes! yes! so good—" he leans forward and captures your nipple between his lips, suckling hard, his tongue flicking across the sensitive peak. "you were made to take my cock." you gasp when he bites down gently, then soothes the ache with his tongue. "mmnn— my little girl’s got the sweetest tits, huh? gonna suck 'em dry." your hips start to slow — you're exhausted, your muscles screaming — but he won't let you stop. his hands grip your waist and start bouncing you on his cock, fucking up into you with brutal precision. your head falls back, mouth open, letting out a long, guttural moan. "you like that, baby? you like your daddy using you like this?" "yes! yes— please nngh! don't stop—" "that's it, baby. cum for daddy. cum all over my cock."
stepdaddy!toji gets addicted to you right away. he turns fucking you every morning into a tradition. he's already hard when he pushes your door open, already stroking himself through his boxers by the time he's kneeling on the mattress, dragging the sheets off your sleeping body. "mornin', little girl." you stir, blinking up at him. his cock is already out, thick and heavy, the head brushing against your thigh. "...it's so early..." "shhh." he pulls your panties down your legs. "daddy needs his breakfast." he rolls you onto your stomach first, because he likes watching the way your back arches when he pushes inside from behind. his chest presses against your spine, his mouth at your ear. "been dreamin' about this pussy all night, baby. you know that? can't sleep proper without knowin' i'm gonna be inside you the second i wake up." "nngh! daddy—! so good..."
stepdaddy!toji uses your tits like a pacifier. it started as something innocent — him suckling gently while you watched tv — but now it's a full-blown ritual. his hands find your shirt, push it up. your bra follows. he groans the second your nipples are bare, leaning down to take one into his mouth. "toji—" "shhh." he sucks hard, tongue circling the sensitive peak. "just let daddy have this."
his eyes are half-closed. he is latched on, suckling slow and steady. his hand cups your other breast, thumb stroking over the nipple. "one day," he murmurs against your skin, "gonna put a baby in you. gonna fill you up so good. and then these tits..." he takes the nipple between his teeth, tugs gently. "gonna be full of milk for me. gonna drink it straight from the source, baby." you whimper, and he suckles harder, his hand sliding down between your legs. "and you'll let me, won't you? let daddy drink it whenever he wants. let me fall asleep right here, with your nipple in my mouth and my cum drippin' out of your tight little pussy." he does fall asleep like that, sometimes. your nipple still between his lips, your hand stroking his hair. and when he wakes up in the middle of the night, hard and aching, he slides inside you without a word, still half-asleep, still sucking your breast.
stepdaddy!toji loves making you squirt just to prove he is way better than guys your own age. he's on his knees between your legs, and he's been down there for god knows how long. your thighs are shaking, you're soaked, and he shows no signs of stopping. "i know you got it in you, baby." his fingers curl inside you, pressing against your front wall. "give it to daddy. give me that." "daddy, i can't—mnngh! i can't, it's too much—" "you can. you will." his mouth closes over your clit, sucks hard while his fingers pump faster. "c'mon, my baby. let go for me. let me see it." your body locks up. every muscle goes tight. and then it releases — a gush of fluid that soaks his hand, his chin, the towel he'd laid down beneath you. "there she is. there's my good fuckin' girl." he doesn't stop. he keeps fingering you through it, keeps sucking your clit until you're screaming, until you're pushing at his head because you can't take anymore. "one more, little girl. give me one more."
stepdaddy!toji who treats your pussy like a living thing. he talks to it, kisses it, worships it. he pushes your thighs up to your chest and groans at the sight of you. "mm, she's wet for me. of course she is. she knows who she belongs to." "look at my girl. missed me, didn't she?" he's talking to your pussy, and he means it. he leans in, presses his open mouth against your folds like a kiss. "fuck, i missed you too, pretty girl." he makes out with it. that's the only way to describe it — his tongue sliding between your lips, pressing inside, then pulling out to suck your clit into his mouth. "daddy's girl's got the sweetest fuckin' pussy in the world. you know that?" he presses his nose against your clit, inhales deep. "can't get enough." "ha— mmnh!!— daddy! i'm gonna—!" "come in my mouth, baby." you cum again from his tongue alone, and he moans through it, smiling against your pussy. when you try to pull away from the oversensitivity, he grabs your hips and yanks you back. "i'm not done. daddy's never done with this pretty pussy."
stepdaddy!toji doesn't give a fuck if someone can catch you guys, if he wanted to fuck you, nothing was gonna stop him. "someone will see—" "let 'em." he pulls you over the center console, guides you onto his lap. your back presses against his chest, the steering wheel digging into your knees. his cock slides into you from behind, and you choke on a moan. "shhh, baby. gotta be quiet." but he's already thrusting up into you, one hand on your hip, the other wrapped around your throat. "look how good you take my cock." a woman walks past with a shopping cart. you freeze, but he keeps moving, keeps fucking up into you slow and deep. "look at her. she got no idea you're gettin' stuffed full of my cock right now." "fuck— daddy! —nngh!" "that's it. let 'em hear. let 'em know who you belong to." sunlight floods the car, and anyone glancing over would see two silhouettes. he comes inside you with a grunt, holding your hips down, filling you up while a minivan parks three spaces away.
stepdaddy!toji who tells your mom he needs to spend more time with you to get to know his stepdaughter better, so he heads to the mall with you. he fucks you in the first dressing room he finds. you're on his lap, your back against his chest, the flimsy curtain doing nothing to muffle your sounds. his cock is buried deep, and he's holding you still while the saleslady asks through the curtain if everything fits okay. "just fine," he calls out, voice steady. his hips thrust up. "my girl's just trying things on." you bite your lip so hard you taste blood. his hand covers your mouth. "shhh, my baby. don't wanna get caught, do you?" but he's fucking up into you harder, faster. the cheap stool beneath you creaks. "nngh! mmn—!" "what was that?" he pulls his hand away. "you got something to say, little girl?" "daddy! — fuck... i'm gonna!—" "gonna come? right here? with your mama thinkin' we're just havin' a nice afternoon?" you nod frantically, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "then do it, baby. come on daddy's cock. let 'em all hear who makes you feel this good." you come with a broken cry, and he follows right after.
stepdaddy!toji finally gets to fuck you everywhere after the divorce, without hiding or trying to muffle your sweet sounds. he bends you over the thick upholstered arm, your toes barely touching the floor, ass arched high. he pushes in slow, watching his cock disappear into your tight little pussy inch by inch. the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy fills the room. "you hear that, baby? listen to how wet you are for me. this pussy knows who it belongs to, doesn't it?" "y-yes, daddy! it's you— ah!— all yours!" or when he folds you in half, knees pressed against your shoulders, your ankles hooked over his biceps. he looms over you, watching his own cock slide in and out of your gaping hole. he fucks you deep and slow, grinding his pelvis against your clit with every thrust until you're a writhing mess beneath him. "look at you little girl, taking every inch. you love being stuffed full of this cock, don't you?" "yes! daddy— mmnh!— yes, i love it, i love it!"
stepdaddy!toji who loves it when you warm up his dick. he's sitting on the couch, watching tv, and you're in his lap, facing him, his cock buried deep inside your pussy. you're both fully dressed except for where your panties are pushed aside and his zipper is down. "just sit still, little girl. keep me warm." you try to stay quiet, but every small movement makes you clench around him, and you can feel him twitch inside you. your thighs are shaking, your pussy pulsing, and you're so wet you can feel yourself dripping down onto his lap. "please— i need you to move—" you can feel him twitch inside you, feel him get harder even though he's not moving. his thumb traces lazy circles on your hip. "one day," he murmurs, "gonna keep you on my cock all day long. gonna carry you around the house like this. make you breakfast with my dick still buried in you." you clench around him involuntarily, and he groans. "fuck, yeah. squeeze daddy just like that."
stepdaddy!toji who couldn't see you for a whole week because of all the divorce drama. and when you finally show up at his place, he doesn't even take your clothes off all the way. just pushes your skirt up, rips your panties aside, and sinks into you with a groan that sounds like relief. "fuck! fuck— i needed this. i needed you, baby." your back hits the wall, your legs wrap around his waist. he's holding you up, fucking you standing, your weight suspended on his cock. "never again. never gonna go a week without this pussy again. you hear me?" "yes— mmh! daddy— yes!" "now i can have you whenever i want. wherever i want." he carries you across the room, still inside you, fucks you against every surface he can reach. the counter. the couch. the floor. "gonna make up for lost time. gonna spend the whole weekend buried inside my little girl."
stepdada!kuna ? amazing art from @ dickerystuf on ig / x
💭 hard thought... about how much Riki loves it when you suck him off.
꒰ n. riki x fem!reader ꒱ 𖢖 warnings: smut! mdni, softdom!riki, oral sex (m. rec), handjob, slight praise, overstimulation, pet names, hair pulling, deepthroat, cumshoots, cumeating 𖢖 word count: 2k
wen’s note: dont mind me, just me going feral over his kiss tattoo yamyamyam lol
He loves it—more than he’d care to admit—but you know it, and it fills every inch of you with arousal.
You know he loves it and enjoys it because of the way he simply lets you do it, completely yielding to your rather submissive position, yet still holding plenty of power. The little details drive you wild; knowing exactly what and how he likes it. It turns you on to give him pleasure.
You study and memorize his reactions, not just for the sake of pleasure, even though it’s something you already know, even though he tries—sexily yet pathetically, and without success— to keep his composure, you adore watching him slowly fall apart, his skin shivering as your lips trail down his abdomen, agonizingly slow, teasing him further with the obvious frustration and desperation written all over him.
When his cock is exposed and you want to tease him by kissing and licking his abs, you simply take his manhood lightly in your hand, teasing it just enough to build even more tension in him, because nothing compares to his frustrated expression—his furrowed brow, the veins in his hands and arms visible and palpable, his lower lip red from biting it hard, and that certain pleading look in his eyes... But, just as it is now, where you haven’t taken off his underwear, you gently grind his noticeable erection with one hand, while with your other hand, you trace the path your lips and tongue take until they reach the elastic of his boxers.
At this point, Riki places his hands on your head; in their weight, you can feel his desperation. You look up at him and notice his ragged breathing, the desire and gentle arrogance on his attractive face, as he has you there, submissively on your knees before him, about to please him completely.
Your hand stops stroking his cock through the fabric, and now your throat presses against his erection while your chin rests on his abdomen and you smile broadly and mischievously.
Riki knows you’re doing all this to tease him, to make him even more tense, and you’ve achieved your goal—after all, the grip on your hair gently tightens and caresses it with a certain desperation. He can’t stand it a second longer; he wants the warmth of your mouth on his cock, satisfying him.
He licks his lips, and almost purring, his voice slightly whiny but deep and throaty, he encourages you.
“Come on, baby, put it in your pretty mouth, please.”
His voice and gentle plea only make you even hornier, your core throbbing with desire and lust. It’s simply an act that you both enjoy immensely.
Your attention returns to his arousal, and you don’t waste a second pulling down his underwear, finally freeing his hard cock, which springs out and gently brushes against his stomach attractively. You swallow hard, already tasting and feeling his texture in your mouth.
Riki groans, takes a deep breath, and his grip on your hair grows even tighter. You know he’s trying to act tough, but he’d soon be whimpering at your touch. You gaze at his rigid member, slightly flushed even without any stimulation, the vein popping across his erect length… and then, you gaze at him, waiting for you. Both of your pulses quicken, and once again, without wasting any time, your hand wraps around his girth.
However, before you begin... you indulge in one of your favorite activities: making him suffer a little longer, prolonging his pleasure, overwhelming him with foreplay. You push his cock aside so your face and lips can focus on his highly sensitive skin, which reacts immediately as you plant sensual, tempting kisses on his pelvis, his attractive, defined V-line, his soft, freshly shaved pubic area—kissing right on that daring tattoo of a red-lipstick-kiss that fits perfectly against the outline of your lips— while you try to make eye contact, but he breaks it, overwhelmed and aroused as he moans and throws his head back. His muscles tense, quiver, and his body vibrates to the rhythm of his soft, breathy gasps. You’re torturing him with sizzling kindness, with your perverse, sweet, seductive games.
But he’s not the only one suffering, because no matter how much you enjoy teasing him, the situation is pleasantly complicated for you, since there you are, incredibly turned on, on your knees before him, your panties wet, your femininity—every part of you—yearning intensely to be touched by him… but the satisfaction of sucking Riki off is a very good reward, it makes up for everything.
Finally, you lick his entire rigid length, from base to tip. Riki groans, feeling a rush of intense sensations wash over him, as if a weight has been lifted from his shoulders, and the strongest tension returns to him. He watches you do it again, satisfying himself with the sweet yet dirty image of you stimulating his cock.
His precum begins to leak from his tip, and you find it somehow both tender and hot—knowing just how desperate he is, him and every inch of his cock in your hand, at your disposal.
You let out a little giggle at his heavy panting; you’re genuinely amused, turned on, all at once, while he struggles with each of his deepest desires—to stay calm, to be there for you, and not to shove his cock roughly into your mouth to fuck it all the way in.
You begin to stimulate him with your hands while your tongue lubricates and boldly traces his cock, which throbs vigorously at the touch of your tongue. Riki moans, drawing him closer and closer to an overwhelming ecstasy, gently teasing his impending orgasm.
Your tongue teases his highly sensitive glans, circling it gently and provocatively. Riki has no idea how much longer he can last, while you squirm in your spot, feeling faintly weak with your panties soaked through.
But it’s so fun to watch him lose control of himself that you pull your mouth away from his erection and start stroking his cock, one hand pumping his stiffness, getting used to the friction of his soft, rough texture, while the other plays with and holds his testicles. You know that poor Riki is so aroused, on the verge of coming, but somehow he’s holding back.
Riki gets frustrated, thinking that with your tongue on the tip, you’d start sucking him off, but you simply pull away to stroke his dick, so he curses under his breath and asks you, once again, in his seductively husky voice, almost at his limit:
“Oh! F-fuck, yeah... please, please, baby, suck my cock, put it in your mouth...pl—”
You decide not to be so mean and obey him right away. He sighs, gasping, heavily and breathlessly. Finally, your lips encircle his thickness; his cock meets the softness and warmth of the inside of your mouth. His throbbing manhood fills you completely, his skin brushing against the inside of your cheeks, his glans teasing your uvula. You know this is exactly where you both want to be.
Riki deftly gathers a handful of your hair into a loose ponytail while one of your hands holds the base of his cock and the other rests on his thigh.
You look him in the eyes as you take his cock into your mouth and begin to suck him, gently bobbing up and down his shaft, hollowing out your cheeks to feel every throbbing vein. Riki shifts his hips and delicately guides and pushes your head. It doesn’t take long for him to start panting with pleasure, and suddenly the act becomes dirtier, messier, more intimate. The obscene sound of your drooling mouth, gagging subtly and stimulating his cock and his moans fill the room. Your nipples and skin bristle inevitably… and you think it might be possible to bring yourself to orgasm just by squeezing your thighs together and just keep sucking him off slowly.
But so far, you’ve been taking it at your own pace, taking in as much of his length as you can, just a little more than half of his cock, alternating with the stroking of your hands when your jaw gets tired. But he’s impatient, the dirty idea just fills his mind, so once again he asks:
“Please, baby, let me fuck your throat, baby, okay?”
You pull his cock out of your mouth and, looking him submissively in the eyes, you nod. It will bring mutual pleasure to both of you.
You steel yourself mentally, take a deep breath, and take his cock back into your mouth. This time, Riki pushes deeper and deeper, gently.
“There you go, princess, take it, take it, I know you can—”
Your eyes well up immediately, the tickling sensation in your nose becomes intense, his glans teases your throat, until part of his cock slides inside it, but Riki doesn’t stop pushing you and doesn’t let up until you’ve taken every inch of him, until your nose brushes against his pubis and your nails dig into his thighs, leaving you breathless and helpless, drooling and desperate.
Riki growls intensely as he feels his cock trapped in the tightness of your throat and could stay like that, if he didn’t know you’re struggling a bit to adjust, so he pushes you again with gentle force so you can breathe.
“Good girl, good, you did very well, princess. One more time. Can you do it?”
Your eyes are teary, your face is slightly flushed, your heart is pounding, you’ve made a mess on the floor and at the corners of your lips, his fluids and your saliva dripping pornographically, there’s just something about the thin string of saliva that stretches from the tip of his flushed, glistening cock to your lips.... but you nod again.
This time you want to last longer for him, to satisfy him. So you take every inch of him again, whimpering and staring intently into his eyes, hoping he’ll pick up on the signal in your helpless, tearful face—which he does instantly. Riki begins to gently thrust into your throat, this time without holding back his cries of pleasure, without prolonging his orgasm.
The sounds grow more obscene; your throat is being used, filled with a massive intruder that desperately brings you pleasure but takes your breath away and tires your jaw. You cry out even louder, your nails digging into his thighs, but Riki is just in heaven right now.
“Oh, yeah. Fuck, you’re doing so well. Taking me so well, princess. Yes, yes. I’m gonna cum in your pretty mou—shit!”
He whimpers desperately as you feel his penis twitch inside you. Riki pulls your hair, roughly sliding his cock out of you, then quickly grabs the base of his dick and gently rubs his glans against your lips while you’re still gasping for air.
Riki admires the beautiful mess he’s made on your face, but he still pushes and urges you on for one last thing, tugging your hair back to gently lift your chin, forcing you to look up at him.
“Open wide for me, baby.”
You feel your body burning, your cheeks hot and damp, but you obey him, understanding perfectly what he wants, so you stick out your rosy tongue, ready to receive his load.
Riki roughly strokes his pulsating shaft, filled with all his pent-up tension, letting out a muffled moan as his long-awaited orgasm finally spills out with force. His restless cock rests on your tongue as he finally comes, spurting hot, pearly-white semen, a few drops decorating your lips and the space between your mouth and nose.
A hot, beautiful mess.
Both of you are breathless, satisfied—you still hungry for more—but you smile at him anyway, licking your lips, tasting and swallowing every drop of him, genuinely blissful.
Riki tries to catch his breath as well, his cock going limp in the aftermath of such an intense, satisfying orgasm. Nevertheless, in his characteristic husky voice, he reassures you just how much he liked it.
“Good. You did so well for me. Are you okay? God, I loved it, my baby doll.”
"ngh, kuna! let go— mngh— of me!" you wriggled beneath his grasp, overstimulation fogging your brain.
sukuna was being strange. ever since he came back from work, he'd been terribly quiet, a brooding look on his face. not his usual grumpy appearance, that was certain. it was subtle, curbing right beneath your radar. perhaps he had a long day, you thought.
you failed to see the look of need beneath that stoic expression, his poor communication skills leaving him with little option but to put you on your back and rip your panties right off with his teeth. leave his face a mess with your sputtering slick.
it felt like hours had passed since your first orgasm, yet sukuna was still hungry for your taste. with the way his tongue stayed buried deep within your pulsing hole, it was as if he was trying to drink you dry. your squirming didn't faze him one bit, in fact, he seemed to tongue your clit faster, if that was possible. his hands held your legs down to your chest, keeping you exposed to him.
you gripped onto the couch cushion like your life depended on it, moans filling the living room. sukuna's slurps were shamelessly loud, louder than you, basically slobbering all over your eager pussy.
"kuna— fuck! please, slow down— ohh, shit..." your protests broke into whimpers as he sucked hard on your clit, making your legs shake. tears of frustration brimmed your eyes, desperate to cum yet too sensitive for another. you didn't know what you wanted. to buck up into his face or crawl away.
the heels of your palms pushed into the seat of the couch to sit up, only for sukuna to pull you back down with little effort.
"going somewhere?" he teased, voice hoarse from eating you out so fervently. his smirk didn't quite reach his eyes as they usually did. this was not his feral gleam— it was a pitiful desperation. a plead, for once, not a demand.
you settled your squirming body, back arching into the feeling of sukuna's burning tongue. your whines grew louder with your impending orgasm, hips rolling into his pink muscle while he lapped up your clit.
he was groaning. sukuna, your quiet boyfriend, was groaning into your pussy like it was his first meal in ages. his eyes fluttered shut as he made out with your sopping cunt, the need for your taste overshadowing the need to breathe.
his fingers slipped inside you with ease. three digits stretching you out completely, curling up into that tender spot within you so perfectly it had you screaming his name.
your climax had you sobbing. the pleasure was so overpowering, your emotions collapsing down while your legs shook like an earthquake had ran through the room.
you had to force sukuna off or else he would have continued for the rest of the night, pushing him away with your nails digging into his firm chest.
he littered kisses on your quivering thighs, up until your stomach, on which he laid his head.
"sorry," he murmured casually. "long day at work." pretending as if he wasn't moaning like a bitch in heat into your cunt, like he hadn't just cum in his pants from just tasting you.
you brought out the most pathetic parts in him, yet you considered them the best as he wrapped his arms around your waist, his spiky hair tickling your bare skin.
this whole thing with riki started three months ago.
friends with benefits. no strings. just stress relief when you both needed it.
except somewhere along the way it stopped being just casual. the way he texts you at 2am not for a hookup but because he can't sleep. the way he brings you food when you mention you haven't eaten. the way he looks at you sometimes like—
you're not thinking about that right now.
right now you're in his apartment, face down on his bed while he kisses down your spine, and you're very aware that he's about to see something you haven't mentioned.
"you're tense," he murmurs against your shoulder blade. "relax."
"i am relaxed."
"liar." his hands slide down your sides. "what's wrong?"
"nothing's wrong."
he pauses. you can feel him looking.
"what—" his voice changes. "what are these?"
fuck.
"dermals," you say into the pillow. "back dermals."
"since when?"
"got them a few weeks ago.."
silence. then his fingers trace over them—four small titanium posts down your lower back, each topped with a tiny gem. delicate. pretty. you'd gotten them on impulse after a particularly bad week.
"why didn't you tell me?" he asks quietly.
"didn't think it mattered. it's just jewelry."
"just jewelry," he repeats. his fingers are still tracing them, almost reverent. "you have fucking diamonds on your back and you thought it didn't matter?"
"they're not diamonds, they're—"
he interrupts you by kissing the top right. then the left. then the bottom ones.
"riki—"
"these are so fucking hot." his voice has dropped lower. "do you know how hot these are?"
"they're just piercings—"
"they're not just anything." he's kissing down your spine again, paying special attention to each dermal. "they're fucking perfect. you're fucking perfect."
you can feel how hard he is against your thigh.
"you're really into this," you observe.
"i'm losing my mind over this." he bites your shoulder gently. "how am i supposed to be normal knowing you have these?"
"it's literally just jewelry—"
"stop saying that." he grabs your hips, pulling them up. "on your knees."
"bossy—"
"now."
you comply, rising onto your hands and knees, and hear him swear under his breath.
"fuck. look at you." his hands slide up your thighs. "look at these. catching the light. so pretty."
"riki—"
"i need to fuck you like this." his hand slides between your legs, finding you already wet. "need to watch these while i'm inside you. can i?"
"yes—"
he's already reaching for a condom, ripping it open with his teeth. you hear the snap of latex, then feel him line himself up.
"ready?" he asks, and there's a roughness to his voice that makes you shiver.
"yes—"
he pushes in slowly, both of you groaning at the sensation. from this angle he feels even bigger, the stretch intense.
"okay?" he asks, hands gripping your hips.
"more than okay. move."
he does, starting with slow, deep thrusts. but his eyes are fixed on your back, on the foursmall gems catching the light with each movement.
"so fucking pretty," he mutters. "can't stop looking at them. at you."
"they're just—"
"stop." he thrusts harder, making you gasp. "stop calling them 'just' anything. they're fucking art. you're fucking art."
he picks up the pace, one hand sliding up your lower back to trace over the dermals again. the touch is gentle, reverent, completely at odds with the way he's fucking you.
"i'm obsessed with these," he admits. "gonna think about them every time i see you now. gonna imagine them under your clothes."
"that's—ah—inappropriate—"
"we're literally fucking. i think we're past inappropriate." he leans over you, changing the angle, and hits that perfect spot. "besides, you like it. can feel how you clench when i touch them."
he's right. every time his fingers brush over the dermals, you tighten around him involuntarily.
"that's it," he encourages. "so good. taking me so well."
his hand slides around to find your clit, circling it in time with his thrusts.
"riki—i'm close—"
"yeah? gonna come for me?" he speeds up slightly. "want to feel it. want to watch these pretty little gems sparkle while you fall apart on my cock."
the combination of his words, his fingers, the angle—it's too much. you come with a broken moan, face pressed into the pillow, and he groans.
"fuck, yes—just like that—so perfect—"
he thrusts a few more times before following, grip tight on your hips, and you feel him pulse inside you.
for a moment neither of you moves, just breathing hard. then he pulls out carefully, disposing of the condom before collapsing beside you.
"that was—" you start.
"incredible." he pulls you against his chest. "you're incredible. those piercings are incredible. i'm never getting over this."
RIKI IS INSATIABLE WHEN IT COMES TO YOU.
He has endless stamina when it comes to your pretty pussy. He gets off to hearing your moans while he eats like a man starved. It's a sport to him, a sport he widly enjoys.
pairing: munch!riki x reader !
warnings: strong language obsessed riki established relationship porn with no plot
warnings (smut): riki loves that pussy. Power imbalance praise dirty talk eating out cunnilingus multiple orgasms overstimulation multiple rounds licking pussydrink riki cum eating bulge oral (fem! receive) sex implied towards end munch!riki agenda
playlist: Sugar on my Tongue by Tyler The Creator [] Make it to the Morning by PARTYNEXTDOOR [] Slow Down by Chase Atlantic [] Folded by Kehlani []
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RIKI IS INSATIABLE WHEN IT COMES TO YOU. And right now? He's just proving his point.
His hands are already sliding up your thighs before you can even catch your breath from the last round, fingers digging in just enough to spread you open for him again. Riki’s eyes are dark, glazed over, that lazy smirk of his completely gone, replaced by something feral and hazy. He’s breathing hard through his nose, chest rising and falling like he’s the one who’s been wrecked, not you.
“Fuck… look at you,” he murmurs, voice low and rough, almost slurred. “So fucking wet for me still. Can’t get enough of this pretty little pussy.”
He doesn’t wait. He never does when he gets like this.
Riki dives in like a man starved, mouth hot and greedy as he drags his tongue flat from your entrance all the way up to your clit in one slow, filthy stripe. The sound he makes when he tastes you, deep, guttural, almost a groan, is pure addiction. His lips close around your swollen clit and he sucks, hard, tongue flicking in tight little circles that make your hips jerk.
You try to close your thighs but he just growls against you, pushing them wider with those strong hands, pinning you down so he can bury his face deeper. He’s messy on purpose, sucking, slurping, the wet obscene sounds echoing every time he laps at you like he’s trying to drink you down. His nose presses against your clit while his tongue pushes inside you, fucking you with it in shallow thrusts that have you seeing stars.
“Riki—ah, fuck—too much—” you gasp, fingers threading tight into his dark hair, tugging hard enough that it should hurt, but it only makes him moan louder into your pussy.
He pulls back just enough to look up at you, lips shiny and swollen, chin glistening with your slick. His pupils are blown wide, that usual cool composure shattered. He looks drunk. Completely gone for you.
“Too much?” he rasps, voice wrecked. A wicked little smile tugs at his mouth before he leans back in and spits on your clit, watching it drip down with heavy-lidded eyes. “Baby, I’m just getting started. You taste so fucking good… I could stay here all night.” And you know he means that as a promise.
Then he’s back on you, sucking your clit into his mouth again, two long fingers sliding deep inside you without warning, curling instantly against that spot that makes your back arch off the bed. He pumps them slow and deliberate at first, matching the rhythm of his tongue, but the more you moan, the faster he gets. Sloppy. Hungry. Like he’s chasing the sound of you falling apart.
Every time you whimper his name, he groans against your core, the vibration shooting straight through you. When you start shaking, thighs trembling around his head, he doesn’t let up, he doubles down, sucking harder, fingers fucking into you faster, wet sounds turning downright pornographic.
“That’s it… let me hear you,” he mumbles against your folds, voice muffled and desperate. “Fuck, those moans… you’re gonna make me cum just from eating you out, I swear.”
You’re overstimulated, tears pricking at your eyes, body twitching with every pass of his tongue, but he keeps going, relentless, addicted, lost in the taste of you. He grinds his hips against the sheets like he can’t help it, cock aching and untouched because right now, nothing matters except making you cum on his tongue again and again.
And when you finally shatter, crying out his name in broken sobs, he doesn’t stop. He rides you through it, licking and sucking every drop like he’s afraid to miss even one, humming happily against your sensitive flesh until you’re pushing at his head and begging.
He finally pulls away, face flushed and shiny, lips parted as he catches his breath. But those eyes, still dark, still starving, tell you he’s nowhere near done.
Riki licks his lips slowly, savoring you, then leans in to press one soft, teasing kiss right on your oversensitive clit.
“One more, baby,” he whispers, voice thick with lust. “Just give me one more. I’m not finished with you yet.”
riki buries his face between your thighs and doesn't come up for air.
pairings: nishimura riki x reader
──── wc: 945, munch riki, oral (f receiving), face riding, overstimulation, tongue piercing play, size difference, my materlist
Riki's tongue piercing clicked against his teeth again, that metallic tick you could hear even over the low hum of the air conditioner in your bedroom.
He was sprawled between your spread thighs, elbows digging into the mattress on either side of your hips, dark eyes staring up at you with that dangerous kind of focus—the kind that said he wasn't going anywhere until he got what he wanted.
His large hands gripped the backs of your thighs, fingers splayed wide enough to nearly span their full width, holding you open like a present he planned to unwrap slowly and thoroughly.
"You're staring," you said, voice breathier than you intended.
Your fingers twisted in the sheets beside you, trying to anchor yourself against the heat building low in your belly.
He smirked, the silver ball of his tongue piercing glinting as he ran it across his lower lip.
"Can you blame me?" His breath fanned hot against your inner thigh, close enough to make you twitch. "You look fucking delicious."
Heat flooded your cheeks, but you didn't look away. Couldn't. Not when Riki was looking at you like that—like he was starving and you were the only thing that could satisfy him.
6 '1 " of lean muscle, sharp jawline, and those massive hands that could pin you down or pull you apart with equal ease.
You'd been together long enough to know every inch of him, but the way he ate you out never failed to unravel you completely.
He pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh, teeth grazing just enough to sting.
"Been thinking about this pussy all day," he murmured against your skin, voice low and rough. "Wanted to skip practice and come home to it."
"Riki—"
"Shh."
Another kiss, higher now, closer to where you ached most. His nose brushed the edge of your folds, and you gasped, hips jerking up instinctively.
His grip tightened, holding you still. "Let me taste you first."
Before you could respond, his mouth was on you.
Flat tongue licked broad strokes from entrance to clit, slow and deliberate, like he was savoring every drop. The piercing dragged cool metal against your heated skin, a stark contrast that made your back arch off the bed.
He groaned into you, the vibration humming through your core, and sealed his lips around your clit, sucking gently while his tongue flicked the sensitive bundle with precision.
"Fuck," you whimpered, hands flying to his hair. His dark strands were soft between your fingers, but you gripped tight anyway, pulling him closer.
He loved it when you did that—loved the sting, the control you tried to take only for him to steal it right back.
Riki pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny with your arousal. "Tastes so fucking good."
Then dove back in, hungrier now, tongue spearing inside you without warning.
The piercing bumped your entrance as he thrust in deeper, curling against your walls, fucking you with his mouth while his nose ground against your clit.
Wet sounds filled the room—lewd, obscene, perfect.
Your thighs trembled around his head, but his hands kept them spread wide, fingers digging bruises into the soft flesh.
He was relentless, alternating between deep thrusts of his tongue and quick flicks over your clit, the piercing adding textured friction that had you seeing stars.
Pressure built fast, too fast, your hips rocking against his face desperate for more.
"Riki—gonna cum—"
He hummed approval without stopping, the vibration shattering you.
Orgasm crashed hard, walls clenching around his tongue, slick gushing into his waiting mouth.
He groaned like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted, licking you through every wave, not letting up even as you writhed and tugged his hair hard enough to hurt.
When you finally sagged boneless against the pillows, panting, he pulled back slowly. His lips glistened, chin slick, piercing shining wet.
He licked his lips deliberately, eyes dark and hungry locked on yours. "Good girl. But I'm not done."
Before you could protest—overstimulation already prickling sensitive nerves—he flipped positions.
Large hands gripped your hips, dragging you up his chest until you straddled his face, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his head. His eyes burned up at you, hands sliding to cup your ass, squeezing hard enough to leave marks.
"Ride my face," he said, voice muffled slightly. "Want you to fuck yourself on my tongue."
Heat flooded you fresh despite the aftershocks. You hesitated half-second—then sank down.
His tongue speared you again immediately, piercing dragging inner walls as you ground against him. Hands guided your hips in tight circles, then up and down, controlling the pace even as you rode him.
Nose bumped your clit perfect pressure; tongue fucked deep relentless. You moaned loud, head thrown back, fingers braced on the headboard for leverage.
"So fucking wet," he mumbled against you, words vibrating core. "Dripping down my chin. Love this pussy."
Overstimulation burned deliciously—every flick of his piercing against your clit sent sparks, almost too much.
Thighs quaked around his ears; his grip was iron though, keeping you seated. Second orgasm built faster than the first, pressure coiling white-hot.
"Riki—fuck—again—"
"Cum. Soak my face." He said in a muffled growl—then sucked hard on your clit, his piercing flicking rapid.
You shattered—squirting a mess of clear jets that flood his mouth, chin, neck. Body convulsed; he held firm licking every drop, groaning like a starved man.
You collapsed forward, hands reaching for the headboard, trembling. He licked you clean, slow and worshiping you—piercing bumping with aftershocks that spark the oversensitiveness again .
Pulling off finally, his lips swollen red and shiny, his chin drenched and his eyes glistening with pride.
"Perfect," he rasped thumb swiping his chin. "Perfect girl."
notes: riki being a munch with a tongue piercing has been on my mind. this is pure filth for you lovelies as I just reached 1k follows!! thank you so much it means the world to me!
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