SUMMARY: you and your husband finally get alone time....at the treehouse? (5.3k)
PAIRING: husband!riki x afab!reader
CONTAINS: semi-public/semi-clothed/unprotected sex, reader is shorter than ki! (no specificity) petnames!!! light humor, splinter mention, domestic/vanilla sex kinda, aged-up ki ofc, mentions of shared kids, mama!reader is bit anxious, ki makes fun of her overalls, ignore the pic riki is blonde blonde blonde here! mostly proofread :)
NOTE: as always, lmk if you guys have any feedback! i had a lot of fun with this one, hope you like this short but sweet summer fic; this NOT sponsored by spindrift thank u very much!!!
the smell of oakwood, sawdust, and ferns had signified the end of construction. if the very notion meant the entire project was over, you would have been over the moon. but as the bucket of paint eyed you from the corner, next to the jagged edges of the cut-out square in the walls, your already weary bones ached with disdain.
if your husband hadn't been assisting you with the assembly of the long-awaited treehouse, you'd have been six feet under —the house, of course— proudly standing and admiring the fruits of your labor with a fizzy drink in hand. calling it done after sealing the floors with wax, without so much as a window or a paint job necessary. but the man you married was nothing short of a perfectionist, a go-getter for the dreams of his and the ones for his girls alike. would stop at nothing, not even merely the complete construction of the treehouse to satiate them, but to see everything out in its entirety.
it is one of the reasons why your back remains pressed against the damn near steaming wooden planks of the newly assembled play area for your two girls: because there was still so much to do. including finishing the floors, sealing off the window, and ensuring the walls shone a shade that rena and risa had somehow actually agreed on.
sacrifices, you told them. a lesson you'd given to them since the beginning of the project, and one you'd gotten very familiar with since the beginning of their lives. it had started with their names; of course, riki insisting he'd give his first initials to each girl, and yours to each boy. though as the years passed, you'd begun to wonder if this was one you'd been shorthanded on; considering you still had no boys, and no intention of creating any, anytime soon.
something you also weren't in a hurry to do was to tell them about this particular con. being cheated wasn't always the case, of course; most of the sacrifices simply came with spent time, actions taken in the place of another; in the grand scheme of things, something as simple as a name could arguably be considered a small one.
other sacrifices, however, were greater than some. including those that led to being suspended in the air on a hot summer day in the backyard, piecing together the last of the play area for loved ones. though even as you swiped the sweat of labor from your brow with the back of your hand, you couldn't truly find it in your heart to feel wronged, or regret it. and maybe that had been the most important lesson of all to bestow upon them; to know that no matter how many or how often compromises needed to be made; you'd undoubtedly do it all over again, all in the name of love for your family.
it is the same love that sends rumbles the sturdy tree slightly as he announces his presence, pushing up against the trapdoor of the treehouse. the blonde hair peeks through the flap, then the gentle eyes of your husband, swimming with their own sea of sacrifices, come into view. a smile, though undoubtedly tired, follows as he pulls himself into the structure. "hey, baby." the deep voice of your husband echoes along the walls of the enclosed space.
"hey, ki," you respond, eyeing the way his sweat-glistened arms clutch a blanket in their grasp as he settles in. "break time?"
he nods, placing the rolled blanket, then two cans on the floor, waving you over with his hand. "c'mere," he says, unrolling the blanket for you to lie upon. "don't need you getting any more splinters."
you follow his lead, remaining seated against the wall as you help him undo the blanket. you didn't mind standing; the treehouse certainly permitted it in its height for you —and riki, sort of—, though your legs had felt like jelly, even as you crawled toward the soft fabric of the blanket to sit. it's a miracle riki's still worked after he'd done most of the heavy lifting, and after the recent house run, you couldn't help but be even more grateful.
"is that.....is that lemon?" you gasp, flopping belly first onto the safety of the blanket. "i thought we were out?"
he smiles, following your eyes to the cool drink, before popping the cap of the spindrift and passing it to you. "this was the last one." he says jokingly, sliding next to you in the seated position. "had to reach aaaalllll the way in the back to fish it out for you." he stretches the word dramatically, his sharp eyes glimmering in amusement as he watches you bring your lips to the can.
the first sip is magical, flooding your aching body with a sensation of near instant relief. then, the first of the energy that's returned by the refreshment is quickly spent on egging on his humor. "the things you do for love, hm?"
"the things i do for love." he reitirates, leaning down you place a kiss upon your forehead. then, pressing his fingers along your back, he utters, just as humourously, as if somewhat amused, "girls are out cold, by the way."
you let the snort fly as your head falls into the space between arms. at this rate, they ought to be; having kept the two of you on your feet since before noon. "how long do you think it'll last?"
his eyes flicker to the arched ceiling, as if truly pondering the thought before falling back upon you with a knowing look. "i give it thirty minutes."
"how gracious of you." you respond, chuckling. in all honesty, it would only be a matter of time before they were up and running again. it's why now, you enjoy the feeling of riki's hands rubbing along your shoulder blades, applying pressure as he makes his way down your back to ease the tension. "god, ki." you mutter in appreciation of the gesture. "that feels amazing."
he hums in acknowledgment, not taking his eyes off the way the sun from the sawed-out window collects in streaks across your back. from below his seated position, you offer a soft smile, propping your head upon your arms to admire his features as well.
they're beautiful, of course; even when covered in sweat and a mask of exhaustion, his angular face glows with delight. the brown orbs of his dote all the same; following each and every tiny movement you have to offer as he pushes into your back.
you can't help but let out a soft moan as he presses into an ache that's been bothering you since the start of the project, giving way to the sensation of ease that snakes its way along your nerves. your eyes flutter slightly at the feeling. "mph, ki."
he continues to press deeper, shifting his body closer to better do so. "mm," he hums, his voice dropping some as he works. "that good, pretty?"
you nod slowly, a whimper tumbling from your lips as he presses deeper into your lower back, sending a ripple of euphoria from below the pit of your stomach in all directions. his reaction to the notion is anything but subtle. as his sweat-glistened muscles move against your body, you begin to see the faint press of a hardening member against his pants.
he leans down, pressing another kiss to your face, before whispering in your ear. "look so pretty, mamas." he groans, his fingers moving dangerously low for something as merely innocent as a back massage. the implication is undoubtedly tempting, want filling the space in your belly, and evidently his, too. if not inferred by the way his fingers dance along your heat-soaked skin, most certainly by the way his lips wet themselves between kisses, the low grunt behind the petname he'd given you as he shifts even lower.
it was as dangerous as it was alluring, the thought. because one of the first times he called you 'mamas', inevitably led to him making you one. and while you had been pondering the thought of his promise with regard to offering up initials for each baby earlier, it was in no way, shape, or form something you wanted to make do on.
especially not now, drenched in sweat with your shirt and overalls clinging to your slick skin like a vice. with your hair pulled into nothing more than a practical work-efficient style; no dress, all mess, it was the farthest from sexy you could have felt.
"ki," you plea, willing the warmth of his hands to travel back upwards. "maybe we shouldn't—" you slip the words between kisses that he plants along your face. "i should shower first—"
a chuckle slides from his plump lips, and to know your husband was to know that laugh. the one that gave sheer irreverence for the statement made; anything he deemed remotely silly or frivolous, as if the idea of you smelling bad was the least of his concern.
"ki, i—"
"smell fine, hun." he insisted, sliding onto the blanket in the same manner as you; lying rather than sitting to fit his body closer to yours. "c'mere, hm?"
the words in your racing mind nearly fade to nothing as he cups your cheek, tilting it up to meet eyes with his. the purse of his lips as he looks at you stuns you silent, the same way the furrow of his brow in quiet admiration sends your heart into a frenzy. the same window you worried would be a hazard upon installation proved to be an excellent choice in hindsight. it allows the sunlight to spill onto the dazzling features of the magnificent man you married, casting him in a light so sincere you'd sworn the image had been plucked from the heavens.
the awe-inducing sight shifts into a feeling as he brings his lips to yours, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he moves against yours. though agonizing, you break the kiss to mutter the sentence that finally makes its way back to your head. "ki, the girls—"
"are still fast asleep, yeah?" he replies, hooking his finger around the loop of your overalls, tugging you toward him. "'saw 'em on the way out, right on the couch."
you push against his chest before he can so much as close the deathly slim gap between you both. "and how are we supposed to get to the bedroom?"
you picture riki's large frame alongside yours, creeping past the quiet hum of the television with legs just as wobbly as your own, practically sprinting to the bedroom in a manner that derived anything but futile results.
his bright teeth sink into his lower lip, and a mischievous glint makes its way into his sharp eyes as he narrows them a bit. "who said anything about leaving?"
you don't have time to give a response before he's kissing you again, the subtle snake of his fingers making their way along the strap of your overalls before tugging at them. "we can stay right here," he mutters lowly, between sloppy kisses. "you can stay just like that."
"ki, the neighbors," you whisper, as if they could hear you now. you prop up on your elbows, as if to convey urgency. "the window is still—"
"then i guess—" he says, making excellent use of his time as he manages to snake away the other shoulder of your onepiece. he mirrors your tone, only with a grin as he utters his next words. "we'll just have to be quiet."
"also," he shifts himself so that he's hovering over your belly-down figure, then tugs at your straps until they fall upon your waist. "never wear these again, please."
a defense for your tattered overalls bubbles in your throat, knowing they were intentionally picked to do work, not to be plucked off by hands that couldn't help themselves. but they don't get the chance to escape as he surprises you with a hook of his leg over your body, leaning down from behind your back as if to presume prone.
"stay just like that, pretty," he coos, brushing his lips against your ear as he presses down, only with his body this time rather than his hands alone. he drops his elbows alongside yours, as to give easier access to his lips. and when the pair find yours again, the pressing thoughts and worries of the outside world begin to slip. and for one, dangerously fleeting moment, as you feel the warmth of his body encasing yours, it feels as if they truly could be put at bay.
"30 minutes, hm?" he says, his voice thick with want as he wills any more words of reassurance to ease your concerns. "how's that sound?" the words are eager, dripping with desire as he places a sloppy kiss along your neck from behind.
dangerous, you think. as dangerous as the hum of his tone sent shivers along your skin, the ache of desire in his words accompanied by the message. the past week, amidst the sea of responsibilities, a sacrifice you'd undoubtedly made time and time again had been the time alone with your husband. often compromised by conflicting schedules and responsibilities of parenthood, it had been so rare to truly be with him, and him alone.
but suspended six feet in the air within the newly established treehouse, it was inevitable. pressed against the plush blanket under the heat of riki's body, you knew of only one barrier between the intimacy you'd been craving: the very clothes you bore.
still, you considered the number he'd provided to be rather optimistic, you settled on the feeling of a more realistic twenty; though if both instances had been proposed about at least three minutes ago, it was safer to say you had seventeen...sixteen, even. perhaps fifteen. or maybe less than that........
screw it, you thought, leaning into his touch as his kisses trailed along your neck, offering low bites and nibbles in between. you pushed up against his lower body, earning a low groan from him as he used his non-stabilizing hand to steady your hips. "shiittt,"
the hiss he emits is the catalyst for it all; the weight lifts from your back as he pulls himself up, fingers moving desperately to unfasten his belt from behind you. "fuck, baby," he grunts, and you feel the desperation in his actions as his frantic hands pull at the straps from around your waist. "think we can make it happen?"
your answer is the shimmy from the pants of overalls he tugs at, assisting him as he gets them from around your waist and off of your legs. "mhm," you verbalize, lifting your bottom —now in nothing more than a thin pair of panties— up toward the air. then, glancing very briefly at him, as if to shoot a warning. "maybe just.....not in thirty."
at your words, his palm finds the curve of your ass, gripping it with the fervor of a man who'd practically been itching for the moment, as if every stolen night, mismatched schedule, and shorthanded sacrifice had led up to the very moment. "you know i all i need is ten."
the weather has a sense of humor, the way the wind shoots through the window, ripping at the hot day and sending shivers along your wet skin as the rugged words leave his mouth. "fuck, ki." you moan, tilting your head back again, longer this time to ensure a glance at his undoing.
it's nothing short of magnificent, the sight. you could spend countless years with riki and never feel anything but a burning madness in your core as you watch the way his ravenous eyes rake your body in lust. the subtle slackening of his jaw and pinch between his brow as if in disbelief that he was and had actually been married to you.
"god, i'm lucky." he groans, reinforcing the truth his features already gave away. he brings his hand down against your ass in a sharp strike, the sound echoing along the walls of what was soon to be, —if not already— a permanent playhouse.
the sensation is hot against your skin, forcing your eyes shut and you to bury your face into the blanket to muffle the yelp that would come. sawdust floods your senses, the woodsy aroma of the incomplete floor devouring every jagged breath.
riki doesn't attempt to pull off your shirt, or even his own. he simply tugs his pants down, before pulling your panties to the side, welcoming a gentle breeze along the slick of your cunt. the light must hit the glisten almost as wonderfully as it had struck his features, because when you look back, his eyes, filled with want, dance hungrily along your bottom, as if aching to please you.
eat with your eyes first: riki exemplified this to a t, when time permitted. he'd spent hours between devouring you with his eyes if he could, dangerous looks from across the counter, deep glances in between mundane household tasks, all before he'd ultimately end up succumbing to the ache to pull you into any nearby room and strip you bare.
and you'd let him; usually of course. though in this moment, time hadn't been on your side. so, with another rock against his now fully erect cock, you feel a plea sliding of your lips as your core pulses with the need to be close. "ki," you breathed, urging him to bridge the gap. "ki please."
your begging seems to be the only thing to snap him from the lust-induced trance he'd entered. in a moment's notice, he grips your hips, then the width of his cock as he lines himself up, uttering low words full of want as he shallows the slick lips of your cunt. "fuck, baby, m'sorry." he whispers. "just so damn pretty."
the pressing warmth of his tip glides between the entrance of your cunt allowing the shared moisture of collective arousal and sweat to spread along your pussy lips and clit. the sensation causes your already weak knees to buck, trembling amidst your already crumbling disposition. you remained somewhere between doggy style and prone bone as he teased your aching clit, though at the same moment on an entirely different plane of existence.
you're brought back somewhat by his slim fingers taking an agonizing pace to roll the fleshy nub of your clit, then more pressure along your entrance by his cock. another hiss, shaky and delicate tumbles from his lips as he presses deeper to fill the space between your legs with the width of his erection. it earns a low squelching noise from the moisture along where your skin meets his, and your already weak legs feel tested as they try to support the first thrust.
"shiitt, ki," you gasp at the instant feeling of pleasure his length brings, the familiar splitting of his cock against your core as he presses deeper, rendering all thoughts useless. a moan burns against your throat, one you manage to silence at the recurrence of one very vital one; that the possibility of your neighbors hearing you is very plausible.
riki seems to notice this, the smirk evident in his voice as he pushes deeper, uttering his next words. "mm, you got it pretty," he coos, rubbing faster, tighter circles about your sensitive clit. "stay quiet for me, hm?"
a breathy whimper manages to make its way out upon the change in tempo, your hips bucking to chase the pleasure his fingers encourage. an involuntary spasm around his cock from the sensation that floods the nerves of your pussy follows, only heightening the rush of pleasure. the subtle rise in volume of your moans simply can't be helped as his fingers move, even if muffled by the blanket you hurriedly attempt to cover them with. "fu.....fu...ck, ki," you choke, between breaths.
your attempts grow futile as the rhythm of his hips moving against yours only aids in the string of rising expression. if he means to completely undo you in under ten minutes, he's well on track with the speed at which his digits move against your clit. and if somehow your mouth —agape, humming vibrations of bliss into the blanket below— could remain quiet; your body itself couldn't suppress the songs of pleasure they'd sing to him as his hands and cock alike brought you closer to the edge.
the low squelch of slick grows to an echo amidst the persistent slap of his balls against your pussy. it was undeniable; a devastating —and increasingly loud— display of the ache of shared desire you couldn't contain nor quiet down. the same way his hips hurriedly moved to meet yours in a desperately loud dance that chased the feeling of lust, pleasure, and you, you, you.
"damn, mamas," he seethed, and you could hear the subtle fraying in his voice, the teetering restraint of his own volume threatening to snap as he stretched every depth, curve, and warmth of your walls. "so......fu...ckin'......good, baby."
if not for squeezed shut eyelids buried into the depths of the cotton blanket, you could most certainly picture riki's expression as he rammed into from behind. it was the one he'd always wear upon his undoing. one you'd grown familiar with when you'd merely been dating, had grown quite accustomed to over the course of the honeymoon, and one you find solace in during quiet sessions before work, and in odd hours of the night.
a tormented look about his features as he buried himself into the heat of your pussy, clinging to and desperately trying to catch the feeling of his restraint, as rapidly as any sign of it began to slip. a quiver of his voice, a devastating knit between his brows, the vastly growing break between words as he'd chase the connection only your body could bring as he dragged his cock between your depths again, and again, and again.
riki, as if on the same train of thought, slows down his fingers, moist with effort and arousal to bring them toward your waist. "mph, fu....uck" he groans, tapping it as to signal movement. "wanna see you,"
the words usher a flurry of movement, with heat-induced sluggishness, though with enough urgency to convey desperation. within seconds of your back being pressed against the heat of the blanket, he's inside of you again, rocking the same desperate rhythm as a shudder races through him. "my.....fuckin'.....god," he croaks, fingers sinking deeper into your hips with each thrust.
he wears it almost as well as the sunlight along his golden features, dripping in beads of sweat, the expression. the one you could undoubtedly recognize, even if it rips a gasp of shock each time it sits among his delicate features. only this time, it's far more brutal than usual.
but only because you can viscerally see and feel the struggle in his movements; how hard he's trying to keep your body in pleasure without sinking too deeply into his own. he'll fail, of course: he always does. almost always ends up succumbing to the wave your body brings, his restraint slipping faster than the handle he can get on yours. subtle smirks grow unstable, lips as shaky as the breaths that leave them, and you feel your heart jolt at the gradual process. your fingers drift up to grasp his arms as he fucks you, trying your best to bite back the yelps that leave your lips. "ngh, fuuck!"
the building pleasure just below your belly twists upon the image of his plump lips trembling in pleasure hits a tipping point, and while unsure of how much time you've torn at, it's clear that it won't be long before you're spent. face up on the blanket rather than burrowed into it, a string of labored gasps, in between poorly contained whiny moans leave your lips as riki meets the core of your being in an almost metronomic sequence. "ki....ki," you choke out between moans, bound to a dizzying state of pleasure by the drag of his cock. "i'm.....so...fuck, i'm...so...close."
his legs spread to support him leaning down to hover closer to your body; his lips dragging along sensitive skin to mark. "i know, baby, i know," he utters, and at the tightening of his muscles, you know he feels the same. "can you stay quiet for me?" he grunts, the whispers dancing along your skin. "hm?"
and to your credit, there's an attempt made at satisfying words. but even getting out a hum of acknowledgment seems to be challenging within a reasonable volume. "mph!" you cry, biting your lip back to quit the stretch of pleasure that screams to flee from your mouth. "mh.....mhm,"
but the coil only tightens, the same way your walls do around him, in the same semblance of your aching throat; tightening and burning and itching before letting a string of moans from them.
it is only when riki clamps his hand along your mouth that you realize how loud they must have been. a soft, wrecked plea behind whimpers etching his throat "please......baby, please," he moans, slick hand curling around your lips.
and while this particular cry is desperate, you know it's not out of reverence for neighbors, nor for anyone outside the wooden walls of the structure. at the sight of his trembling lips, you know it's one for his sake; as if he needs you to quiet down— not for fear of being heard alone, but because every single noise, whisper, or shudder from your beneath his body threatens to send him over.
it's only further proven in the way his head tilts away from your body writhing beneath him, the squint of his eyes shut to block out any movement; the desperate clawing at his arms, the bounce of your clothed tits as he rocks into you; as if anything could set him off.
the desire is shared; the awareness that you both don't have much time in the same vein as wanting to remain together, lost in the feeling for as long as possible. his throat itches with a moan of his own, and even as his body grows to a ragged pace against yours; you know he doesn't want to be over yet. wishes to remain in that moment —quite literally suspended in air— free of outside obligations, sacrifices, the duties of parenthood. to be only with, amongst, and plunged in the depths of his doting wife, you alone.
but it's the overwhelming rush of euphoria that rips at the shared moment, replacing the feeling of connection with an intense jolt along your nerves. the orgasm hits sharply, your arms tightening along his in a slippery attempt to find grounding. a cry escapes your lips, and while riki's hand doesn't do much to console it as is, the tremor in it would suggest he's given up completely. "fu.....ck!"
his dark eyes open just long enough to see your undoing, before they squeeze themselves shut in pleasure as his shorly follows. "shhittt, hun i'm right—" his lips twist in bliss, shuddered gasps interrupting him at the way your pussy spasms. "i'm right.....fuc.....kin' there,"
you feel the tightening of his body against yours, watch in awe as the last of his resolve slips away, his mouth opening as if welcoming the flood you've brought. "fuu…ck, baby," he echoes, the coil snapping in one, devastating thrust. the single thread of his being erupts in a drawn-out groan that he lets out through a series of swears. "shh...ittt......fuck! fuuuuucckk,"
in complete and utter disregard for the noise level, his hand slips from your mouth, letting the shared symphony spill amongst the walls as you both ride out the high. "my.....fu.....cking god," he moans, clothed chest meeting yours as he succumbs to the weight of bliss.
your moans quiet into whimpers as the aftershocks swarm you, the feeling of warmth as welcome as the kisses he plants along your salty skin. you smile into the quiet affirmations he whispers, letting your slick lids flutter and fall over your orbs. "mpphh," a quiet sigh of contentment leaves your lips.
"i love you," your husband utters between heavy breaths, one of the many murmurs against the sensitive skin of your neck. "pretty mamas."
still smiling, your hand raises to bring your fingers through his honey blonde fringe to give the soft strands a gentle rake. "i love you, too, ki." you hum the words as he melts into your touch, head falling against the damp shirt. then, at the remembrance of most certainly having an audience along the string of homes down the road. "I really tried this time, promise."
a sharp snort escapes his lips, as if, in the very moment you mention it, he suddenly recalls the world outside of you. outside of the walls of the treehouse and the bubble of husband and wife. "screw 'em," he utters lowly, shoulders finally coming to a slow as his breath evens.
your hand leaves his hair to offer a playful swat along his arm. a silent apology to the neighbors for each rowdy night and rushed, boundless expression of passion that the walls or windows struggled to contain. It would be a miracle if, after the treehouse was built, you'd be able to look them in the eye. "is it too much to hope....that maybe...." you wince. "they didn't hear us?"
he lifts his head up at the comment, almost as smoothly as he does his thick brow. "hun, that's a biiig maybe."
the stretch in his syllable is exaggerated as before, though it rings with the clarity of a man spent; too tired from labor and love to lie. he brings his hand to yours to provide some semblance of comfort, and the expression on his features tells you he'd found peace, even a bit of humor in it all. the humor is something you still find yourself searching for and waiting for, just as you do for the other shoe to drop. because if the neighbors undoubtedly heard you, then the noise most certainly had a chance to wake up......
the thought doesn't even come to mind before the slide of the patio door does, followed by the excited patter of small steps. the walls of the home, if not excellent at being impervious to noise outside of it; could do nothing against the intuition of your kids. a sense, riki had told you they'd had. one that always let them know when their father had been specifically wanting alone time with you. and to his credit, most times; he'd be right. he'd gotten their idiosyncrasies down to a t; managed to expel a nearly comically accurate timeframe for exploitation
so when the other shoe does drop in the form of your girls excitedly squealing from below about the new structure, the humor of it finally follows shortly after. and as riki groans, lifting his head up from your chest before offering a peck upon your lips, you know that you wouldn't change a thing. not your perfectionist husband, nor the hot day you'd chosen with him to finish construction; nor circumstances that cause him to shimmy into his boxers, then pants as he lifts from the blanket.
you would do it all a thousand times over, should it mean clipped sessions, hushed expressions of desire—or the attempts at such—or even the occasional splinter; it was a sacrifice that, to you, was a no-brainer. even if amidst the sea of ones that indebted you to structure itself, and even if somehow you ended up in the same place in which you now lie, breathless with desire and quiet laughter all the same, at the treehouse.
˚₊· When her best friend finds out she’s an anal slut…
ೀ⋆｡˚ CW—: NSFW, no genuinely please be careful reading this because I wrote this in rebellion to the lack of non vanilla Enhypen smut, fem!reader, mentions of drinking and alcohol, ur both in college, non!idol au, best friends to lovers, cursing, tension, bickering, teasing, kissing, smut, refers to ur p✩ssy as ‘she’ and ‘her’, f♪ngering, hair pulling, an✩l, spanking, p✩ssy spanking, dirty talk, praise, degradation, teaspoon of humiliation, drooling, this entire thing gets wet and messy tbh, begging, dom! leaning Riki, he’s a cheeky asshat about it though, biting, an✿l play, hick♪es, making out, he’s kinda feral, but it’s not his fault he’s just a bit obsessed, hand k♪nk, finger sucking, thigh-job, dirty talk seriously😭, he respects women you two are just freaked out, with that being said— cl♪t bullying, he literally fucks the lashes off you, possible size ki♪nk, multiple ✿rgasms, squ♪rting, one of which happens an✿lly, u like butt stuff and he likes ur butt, petnames, Heeseung dada cameo, hand kisses, cuddling and casual confessions, aftercare, FLUFF at the end
₊·—̳͟͞͞ ꒰ঌᰔᩚ໒꒱— Pairings— A Chrome Hearts boy and his high maintenance best friend that looks like the song “Love Potions”.
˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚wc. 6.7k (sorry)
˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ A/N>>> Please read the tags carefully. English is not my first language. So sorry if this is bad and if there’s any mistakes. Also, this was HELL to edit so any hate and ur fav will be next 😾
“Bullshit! You’re lying!” You gasp, leaning up off Riki just enough to smack his arm, your lips parted in a buzzed smile.
“Swear on Jay’s life I’m not! And any guy that tells you otherwise is lying!”
After hell week of classes, this is just what you needed. Fruity drinks, ridiculous conversation, and much missed downtime as music plays loudly in the background while your other friends drift about just as (if not more) plastered than you.
It wasn’t necessarily rare for you to be at parties but it was for Riki as he was always the more introverted one in your friendship. Not like anyone would be able to point that out as fact right now if they payed attention to you two tucked away on the couch as he passionately pleads his case.
Usually instead of drinking out, he’d rather drink in. It was simpler that way. Nobody trying too hard, nobody misconstruing everything and anything he’d say— just you, his interests and his peace. How you managed to drag him out with you tonight is a mystery that will remain unsolved.
The smell of his cologne and one too many shots permeates the warm air and the faith you have in your dress is nothing short of astounding as you fold one of your legs under you, the other resting on top of Riki’s foot while he finishes your drink for you— scrunching his nose before smacking his lips.
“Too sweet.” You stick your tongue out at him before swiping his drink— downing the bitter liquid out of spite.
To others, you both probably come off as more than what you are because of how close you are. Touchy enough to raise more than a few eyebrows. You aren’t though and you two never have been , it’s just how things have always been— it’s the way you’ve always been.
Close.
You both learned to ignore the stupid questions and side eyes from a society that just didn’t understand. Assumptions that because you’re both hot and tall and are basically always together that you must be fooling around.
You weren’t.
Comfort plus proximity shouldn’t be demanded to equal sex.
Cutting Riki off with a dramatic groan, you stand by your own argument.
“I’m saying guys who don’t have one exist! And that style is completely valid.” Scoffing, he doesn’t say anything for a few beats, content with massaging your leg hes pulled into his lap. Your head starts to swim as you lean back against the couch.
You’re not giving a second thought to the warm rings on his fingers wrapped around your calf, Riki’s thumb stroking your ankle absentmindedly. So used to his touch that you don’t even flinch. He’s never given you reason to. Just when you think you should’ve ate more before drinking so much, he asks— low voice full of curiosity and something that could be dangerous; plump lips tilted in a lazy grin.
“Then do you have one?”
“Huh?”
Riki laughs, jerking his chin up at you. “You heard me. Do you have one? A thing.”
In the long course of your friendship, you’ve talked about everything. Anything. Even the nothing in between but this was uncharted territory. It was also fun. The sudden intensity has your nerves going haywire— making you almost giddy as another drunken giggle spills out of you.
“Why do you wanna know?” Riki shrugs.
“Following your logic so humor me.” You roll your eyes as if contemplating before shaking your head at him, barely holding back a smile at the way he honest to god pouts.
“Come on! Pleaaasee? I’ll be your best friend?” You snort at that and the sound widens the grin on Riki’s lips, hands moving more incessantly as he whines and whines until you give in.
Motioning him closer with pretty nails that he paid for, he comes. Breathing in the sugar of your perfume as blown eyes stare into his lidded ones. The sound of partying around you has you dropping your voice to a conspiring whisper against his parted lips with how close to you he is.
He’s pretty. You think not for the first time but anyone with eyes can tell that Riki Nishimura is objectively gorgeous.
“Promise not to tell anyone?”
Still, nothing more than platonic interest as he nods, face flushed from the alcohol, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he whispers back,
“Yeah. ‘S our secret.”
Taking a deep breath that’s more his air than your own, you tell him.
“I’ve always thought anal was hot.”
Your smile is way too bright for what just came out of your mouth and more importantly, you two shouldn’t even be having this conversation as hammered as you are and yet—
Riki chokes, brows raising higher by the second. Jaw dropped like he can’t believe it once what you said truly registers. Looking you over one more time and he realizes he definitely can. “You ever done it before?” You shake your head no as the playful atmosphere shifts.
Heated but not quite on fire.
“Then what do you like so much about it if you’ve never done it?” His focus is completely zeroed in on you and it’s intense. Shifting to feign some sort of normalcy, you reach up to play with his hair.
“I mean I’ve done— have toys and stuff but I guess I just like the completely taken-ness of it? Of someone fucking both of my holes because they own both of my holes and—“,
“Because you’re a slut and you’d let them?” The low rasp is whispered directly in your mouth and the sharpness of the jab short circuits you. Riki’s called you names before and you never minded but the way he was doing it now made you want.
Earliers warmth begins to simmer low in your stomach, temperature rising. Still, you beam back at him, shameless as ever as you bat pretty lashes.
“Exactly. You know me so well.” Burying his face into your neck, he growls in your ear— rough and primal and you gasp; holding his shirt that much tighter. Moving to look into your eyes again, this time it’s there.
Neither of you say anything.
Riki’s head is still reeling from inebriation and the image of you fucking your asshole with toys you bought and never told him about while you’re fighting unconsciousness with wet panties and a content smile when—
“Yo, Niki!”
Turning his head, his friend James walks in the room. He notices the position you’re in but doesn’t say anything because he’s long since come to terms with the fact that you two aren’t like that. To him it’s unbelievable because if he had a pretty girl best friend with great style and an even better ass, he’d be all over that but to each their own.
“We’re about to go get into a couple rounds of flip over, wanna be on my team?”
Riki breaks into a grin. “I’m there, hold on”, he turns to you; kissing both your cheeks until you whine in tired irritation, pushing his face away.
“There she is— where’s your phone?” You’re ready to pass out or pee but you’re nice enough to reach inside your dress and hand him your cell before you do. Typing in your password, he sends a quick text to your other close friend Esther telling her to come pick you up because you’re clearly done for the night.
Meanwhile, his other friend Heeseung has also come to see what the hold up is as Riki helps you to your feet.
“Hey— I’m gonna go play a few games with the guys but Esther is on her way to come pick you up. Be good, okay baby?” You pout, clearly displeased by the very one sided choices made.
“I’m leaving?” Riki puffs out an amused laugh.
“Yes, I’d take you home but I’ve been drinking too so it’s not safe.” Another huff, this time you push your hair back too, lashes fluttering sweetly as you whine out,
“But I haven’t even been fucked yet.” James head snaps up, jaw dropped at the same time Riki’s eyes widen but Heeseung is quicker than the both of them, moving to you with his lips curved in an entirely too tempting smile.
“I could definitely do that for you if you’d like baby—“,
“Hmm! And that’s enough”, Riki cuts in and has you over his shoulder in record time. Sending a look to Heeseung that says ‘don’t push it’.
“Life already has her covered in that department— slow music and everything but thanks.” Walking out of the room, you wave bye to Heeseung. Wasted, tits threatening to come out any second and missing an earring while your dress has ridden up to the point where your bare ass cheek is on Riki’s jaw and Heeseung?
He waves back.
A couple minutes later Esther is there to get you, you go home while Riki stays and your earlier moment is forgotten as a fireball induced episode.
Weeks go by.
You two still hang out, you still go shopping, Esther still tells you you can ditch him at any time to bump coochies eternally with her but Riki still hasn’t forgotten what you told him that night you were so drunk that you swore you were 30 feet tall. The way you looked, the way you smelled— glossy lips parted in a devastating smile as you whispered,
“I’ve always thought anal was hot.”
Sends blood to his dick every time. It’s like your voice haunts him along with that short strapless dress and the soft plumpness of your ass when you were hoisted over his shoulder. Hes reluctant to admit that he did not like Heeseung or anyone hitting on you for that matter. Which is strange because you’ve told him about your hookups before and he’s mentioned a few of his own but he’s never seen you in that way so why?
He thinks he’s subtle trying to figure it out but he’s not.
In other words, you notice.
Riki has always had a staring problem but these days it’s become a chronic condition of his. Not just the staring but the touching.
He’s always touched you, but now he touches you like he’s looking for something, large hands constantly feeling over you. Palming your thighs, waist, neck, shoulders, hips and even your ass before smoothing up your back.
Stepping back a bit so you can look at him, the silent pressure baring down on you from the weight of his stare is unnerving.
“Niki”, you swallow down your nerves, “Is everything okay?”
You two just got back to his place from the mall, there was a new drop he wanted to get and you needed a place to show off your newest heart-shaped heels. And it had been nice but something just felt stilted.
You don’t know it but looking into your eyes, all he can picture is you on all fours playing with both your holes as you writhe dazed and needy trying to cum.
He’s touching you again, standing so close he can count the glitters scattered on your skin from your perfume. Wordlessly, he pulls you back into the hug, face buried in your throat. You shiver when he inhales, warm breath tickling you as you cautiously return the embrace. He’s touchy but he’s normally not so…clingy. Maybe something happened that he’s not ready to talk about? Or maybe it’s just been a rough wee—
“I like this top.” He mumbles, fingers brushing the hem of your arguably indecent shirt. That was just your style though. Where he was baggy, you were skimpy.
“Thanks—“,
“Like the skirt too. Where’d we get it?”
“Ed Hardy.”
“Mmm…”
Now, you’re worried.
“Okay— what’s up?” Moving back again, you’re quick to put out your hand to keep the distance when he tries to move in again.
“What are you talking about?” He’s immediately defensive. You huff.
“I mean what’s with you?” Riki stays quiet so you persist. “You’ve been so… I don’t know— weird lately. Like there’s something you’re holding back and I know”, you keep going but louder when he opens his mouth to speak, “I know I’m a lot of things but I am not dumb.”
He calls your name but you’re so fed up you’re shaking. You know that he knows how much you hate being purposefully kept in the dark.
“What is it you aren’t telling me?” Your faces crumples when he stays silent, shaking his head.
“Do you not want to be friends with me anym—“,
“No!” You jump at his sudden volume, some of the hurt easing off your face and you let him pull you in again, dropping his head on your shoulder. Overly aware of the way he can’t seem to keep off of you.
He breathes out something like a tired laugh, low and raw with hunger.
“Baby.”
Your breath hitches.
“Do you really not remember?” Goosebumps break out along your arms when you feel him nose up your jaw to your ear, kissing it with all the slow heat of a starved hellhound finally allowed to eat. Your voice comes out shaky, nothing like yourself as your heart pounds wildly.
“R-remember wh—“,
“Exactly.” What little bit of your bearings you were trying to gather scatter again when you feel tongue, sloppy and hot lapping at your throat before plump lips suck at your jaw.
“And here it’s all I’ve been able to think about.”
It’s like being struck by lightning, how fast arousal burns through you. Igniting every nerve with a wicked heat. You squirm, trying to fight the way you’re actively melting against your best friend of all people. Riki groans when you say his name. A breathy, confused little thing that has him chubbing up in his pants.
“That night”, he pauses to breathe you in again. Moving like he’s drunk— he’s all over you, “At Suihiro’s party”, you admittedly remember close to nothing about that night but wait for him to continue.
“You told me you like getting your ass fucked.”
Your central system drops. Malfunctions more like.
“I— t-that’s—“, words scramble and fall apart on your tongue. So much was happening. This is your best friend. Why does he know about one of your more taboo fantasies? You’ve talked about sex but for the most part kept it brief.
This shouldn’t be happening but it is.
You shouldn’t be letting it but you are.
Nothing’s changed right?
He’s the same best friend that’s seen you wax your stomach and free-bleed when you were at the end of your rope during your period. You’ve seen him snot cry over his first kiss accidentally being a guy instead of the girl he was nuts about when you were in 8th grade.
You were the first to defend him in anything. The first to include him when he was excluded and the only to stand by him when he’d get exiled as the quiet weird kid until he developed and got hot. Then suddenly all his imperfections were chic.
You were there for each other through it all.
“It’s okay”, he purrs, hands greedily kneading your waist before smoothing up your sides, thumbs caressing just below your breasts.
“I’m not making fun of you— I think it’s hot too.”
More wet kisses rain down on any skin he can reach, mouth open and ravenous when he slots it against yours. It’s filthy, your tongues sliding and curling around each other while you hang onto him like your life depends on him.
Riki’s lips feel so good on yours it leaves you breathless. Ridiculously plush lips pull and suck at yours and the pleading moan you sigh into his mouth drives him off the edge of reason. He needs to have you.
One hand leaves your waist to grab the hair at the back of your head, holding you harder to his mouth as he moves his head to deepen the kiss, sucking on your tongue until you feel it in your clit and distantly it dawns on you.
You’re wet.
“Niki…”, you breathe. Barely more than a whimper but the pure need in it has him sliding off your lips with a harsh suck.
Panting against his mouth, he rests his forehead against yours, swallowing your taste as he breathes in another lungful of you. The fingers wound in your hair tighten, making you bare your throat and the even the sting feels good.
“Fuck, don’t say my name like that”, starving eyes take in the picture you make. Eyeliner starting to smudge because of your teary eyes, lip color smudged to all hell on your kiss-swollen lips, stiff nipples poking through your shirt.
“You’re so fuckin’ sexy”, surging to your mouth again, Riki kisses you until the breath you inhale— he exhales. He kisses you with the encompassing desperation of the voice screaming in his head mine, mine, mine.
“Thought about you for weeks”, he confesses. “Please,”, kissing his way back down your throat, teeth grazing your pulse, holding his tongue flush to it long enough to feel every quickened beat. He’s never been this out of his mind and he can’t seem to stop and what’s worse?
You don’t want him to.
“I want to sooo bad— but only if you want to-“, you cup his face to slow him down a little, ground him even though yes, you do want to but it’s affection. Affection from you. Don’t you know what that does to him? Picking you up, your legs instinctively wrap around his waist.
Your eyes widen when you feel how hard he is but Riki doesn’t pay it any mind, too busy sucking countless bruises into your neck. Moaning high and needy when his full lips brush over that spot that makes you shiver.
“Niki…” you start but in all honesty you don’t know where to. You can’t believe you missed the budding attraction between you two. How one little spark could turn into a house fire.
“Yeah, pretty? M’here.”
And he wasn’t making things easier for you.
“You’re— hard…”, voice trailing off almost shyly but to him it’s cute. You’re normally so bold, cheeky and now? Raising his head level to yours he smiles like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
“Of course I’m hard— been hard for weeks. Ever since you told me that you like to fuck yourself, toys and all in—“, another slot of heat slams through you so strongly it makes you gasp, slapping a palm over his mouth before he can finish.
“Riki Nishimura!”
The smug look doesn’t go away as you slowly move your hand, silently daring him to run his mouth one more time. He doesn’t have to, you do it for him when that last bit catches up.
“Wait, I told you about the toys?” He shouldn’t revel in your obvious embarrassment so much but your reactions were so, so good. Instead, he simply nods, going back to smooching slow, heated kisses up your jaw.
“And the worst part is you don’t even need ‘em”,
“I’ll fuck you wherever you want, baby.” His voice is coated with honey, sweet enough to make you dissolve into him like a sugar cube in tea. Shifting you in his hold, he grinds against your pussy. The wet fabric clings deliciously to your clit, a perfect friction that has you keening needily into his mouth.
“Jus’ gotta let me…”, Riki drags your bottom lip out with his teeth before letting go, kissing it when it pops back into place and blood roars in your ears. Then, you’re nodding. Handing over your willing and eager consent to the one person you thought you’d never get with.
Faster than you can keep track of, you’re thrown over a shoulder and then on top of a bed.
Riki moves fast.
Clothes fly.
First his, then yours. You can’t help the way you stare— from his pretty face down the toned contours of his body and the tattoo he wound up getting of your lips one night when a friend of yours asked if you two were dating.
“She’s my best friend, no we’re not a couple.” When he got asked why not, you simply bent down, lifted Riki’s shirt and pressed your lips tight against the flat of his pelvis. Winking at him when you were done, you pranced off with the next dummy that wouldn’t last a week with you.
His friend was stunned but Riki was all too used to it.
“Too busy being a sex symbol.” Shooting him a sleazy grin, he points to your fresh lipstick. “See?”
Your eyes trail lower to the concerningly large bulge; whining low in your throat when you imagine it inside you. Pulling Riki to your lips he’s practically falling over to kiss you. Lips move firm against each other, fruity smelling breath coasts across his mouth in hot puffs making him groan.
He’s so hard.
The low sound rouses something inside you as you lick across the seam of his mouth, taking his bottom lip in your own mouth; sucking before pulling away with a wet moan— looking up at the remnants of Riki’s sanity with hazy ‘fuck me’ eyes.
Oh it’s like that?
Wordlessly, Riki flips you onto your stomach, ignoring your indignant huffs as he arches your back nice and high— ass perfectly displayed. The sight makes him groan, brows furrowed in restraint. Your cunt looks good enough to eat, darkened fabric hugging your pussy lips because of how soaked you are.
“Damn, look at her— so sloppy f’me…”
Your breath stutters so hard you choke, cunt clenching around nothing when you feel him drag your underwear down your trembling thighs. Partially because of nerves and because you know any moment now, he’ll see it. And he does.
Right when he deepens your arch, hips tilting when he catches a glimpse of it.
There, above your sopping wet pussy is your other hole and snug inside is a crystal clear plug. Your hole is stretched around it, giving your asshole the prettiest fucking gape but what really gets him is the sound you make when he tugs it juuust a little.
Riki freezes, cock twitching almost violently.
Slick drips steadily out of you now, making a mess on his sheets when he does it again, feeling the way your hole grips the intrusion.
“You really are a little anal slut”, squeezing your eyes shut, you shake your head no against the pillows but the proof is right in front of him.
Cooing, Riki cracks a heavy hand down on your ass and you jerk— bleating out a sharp cry as he does it again to your opposite cheek. The pain feels so good. Your watery eyes glaze over while your swollen pussy leaks.
“No? Then why is she so wet, baby?” You don’t have an answer and you both know why.
“Has this been in the entire time?” It’s too embarrassing to say. Makes you feel called out, exposed— like a pervert but you don’t wanna stop.
Riki keeps you spread and arched for him as he brings his hand lower, flicking your clit with a sudden brutal kind of precision as you scream. You know what you have to do if you want him to ease up but you stay silent until the flicks turn into slaps— sharp, direct and punishing on your poor nub.
The sounds are disgusting.
Sloppy and vulgar and everything that’s been consuming him as he watches you smear your makeup drooling into his pillow. Heat flashes inside you in waves, smashing your sense onto the shores of shameful desperation.
More slaps hail down on your puffy folds when you don’t respond, strings of your wet slick stick to his hand every time he brings it down on you. On one particularly harsh hit, his warm ring catches on your clit nearly sending you into convulsions as you break— voice wrecked and pathetic.
“Mmmph— y-yesss! Fuck me, yess-! s’ been in the whole time”, your voice cracks in a way that sounds nothing like you as you beg. “Please— Niki!”
The hand between your thighs goes from punishing to rewarding, swirling your clit in nasty circles. You’re so wet it’s obscene, audible. Riki presses himself flush to your back, biting the mark he left over your pulse hard enough to make you writhe while your pussy cries all over his hand.
You spread your legs wider when he backs up a bit just to look at you. Asshole stuffed, folds swollen and enflamed from his spanking, slick dripping out in rivulets because your cunt is still empty as you present yourself for him so prettily.
“Look at you”, his timbre pours over you like warm velvet. “She’s drooling so much— s’like she’s starving.”
Then, his other hand smooths up the soft curve of your ass, tracing the base of your toy before tugging— the first flared ball pops from your rim and the result is instantaneous.
He watches your pussy convulse, spasming tight around nothing at the same time your clit throbs against his fingers as he strums the overstimulated nub faster. The cry that comes out of you is visceral, hardly passable as cute to your own ears but you’re so lost in the depravity of pleasure that how you look doesn’t matter.
“Such a messy little slut.”
And shoves it right back in, the force of pressure felt through that gooey spot near your bellybutton and for a second you think he’s killed you.
Your entire body locks before exploding. Eyes rolling back, drool pooling beneath your cheek as white-hot pleasure overtakes you. A wet noise between a moan and a scream belts from your chest before ending in a sob of his name seconds before your pussy starts to gush and he moans with you. Biting his lip at the absolute scene you make.
“Thaaats my good fuckin’ girl…”, he hisses through clenched teeth. “Pissing cum all over me, just what we needed, yeah baby?” Jesus fuck.
You wail. Riki doesn’t stop.
So you keep cumming. Harder than you ever have— hard enough to make your head begin to hurt, legs shaking as you begin to cry in earnest, fat tears streaking your once perfect makeup. Every wracked sob is met with a burning heavy spank. When you try to get away, move up the bed to catch some type of break, large fingers wind around your neck to hold you in place.
“C—“, your voice cracks. “Came already! M’ done!”
Riki hums, as if contemplating the validity of your statement before fucking two fingers in your empty hole with a damningly loud squelch. She immediately tightens, sucking his fingers like it’s exactly what she was crying so much for and he can feel it.
The way she clenches in greedy pulses.
Scoffing out a condescending laugh through his nose, he grinds the heel of his palm on your still throbbing clit.
“No you’re not, not even close but you’re gonna be good for me until I say you are. Okay?”
And you nod. Because you’d let him do whatever he wanted to you and he knows that.
You’d always let him.
Times when you were out together with your friends and you’d get overwhelmed and ask to be alone and when they’d leave he’d stay because he knew you’d let him. The constant in your life.
The constant exception.
You’ve loved him since day one.
You gasp when he twists his fingers inside your sappy walls and his name escapes your lips needy and unbidden. Draping himself over you, he’s there— leaning over to meet you in another wet kiss. Shudders wrack your body as he licks into your mouth, tongue undulating against yours in the nastiest movements and more heat washes over you making you twitch around him as you get wetter.
There’s 3 fingers now, stretching you out something utterly sick. Chest heaving, there’s no time to catch your breath when his thumb is back on your clit— strumming in mean, heady swipes.
You lose it.
Thick, wet trills shred your throat— pressure building until you can’t take it. Riki watches you fall apart again for him, hypnotized by the way your cunt swallows his fingers. His entire hand is covered in you as your breath quickens. Your raw, teary sobs has his cock aching as they take on another pitch entirely. “You— fuck-! ‘S always you!”
Something darker than possessiveness rolls over him at your confession, pupils widening with a frightening kind of hunger when he curls his fingers— knuckling into that gooey spot that turns you to static as you drool.
You were so lovely like this—sweaty and overwhelmed. All for him; pretty face contorted in agonizing bliss as you cum with spread legs in his lap— drenching you both in your juices. Dipping his head, he takes your mouth in another melty kiss, grinding his leaky erection against your ass, groaning when he feels your slick walls pulsate.
“Gonna cum again, sweetness?” Riki purrs lowly against your lips, lapping a hot swipe across the seam of your open mouth.
Stars dance in your eyes as you nod, letting out a weak hiccuping sob of what you hope sounds like confirmation. Heat coils tight and thick in your center— consuming you in its raw bliss. “Words baby, the ones you love mouthing off t’me with.”
Immediately, indignation sears across your face as you shake your head to deny it. Pointless because it’s true. You have a smart mouth— always had a smart smooth and because he’s always around you, he usually catches the worst of it. Riki hums, brow raising in mock belief.
“No? That couldn’t have been you”, he concedes, really fucking into your g-spot now as he fucks your sopping cunt with a vicious precision. “Not when all it takes to get you so sweet and obedient is a stuffed asshole and someone touching your crybaby pussy right?”
Oh god. He’s trying to kill you.
“You’re a good girl as long as you get these greedy holes fucked, yeah?”
“Y-yeah.. ‘m your good girl.”
A clear slot of arousal soaked in satisfaction, settles in his gut before pooling out, leaving him scorching from the inside out.
Thrusting harder, he switches from the heel of his hand to thumb— treating your clit like a fidget toy; moving the plug in tandem, your puffy rim squeezing and stretching. It’s entirely too much, your skin practically vibrating when he starts to batter that spot that has your teary eyes rolling all the way back.
Squirming, your swiftly approaching end is so piercing you don’t know what to do with yourself. Watery babbles pour from your swollen, spit-soaked lips, trying so hard to listen.
Riki hisses as you tighten like a vice, creamy squelching from your pulpy cunt echo in a spine tingling harmony with your moans.
You’re on cloud nine, body one raw nerve from the pleasure but he doesn’t stop. If anything, he goes harder; veiny forearms bulging as he works you stupid. “Just like that, pretty. We needed this sooo bad..” He breathes out, voracious want in his voice and you push out a hoarse cry.
“I know,” his low voice cooes— your toes point and relax as your body is submerged in wave after wave of numbing euphoria; your best friend watching you go brainless in real time.
“Can’t believe you thought I didn’t wanna be friends anymore…”
The idea of him ever leaving you before was ridiculous but especially now. Enamored with the lewd way your stuffed hole stretches around his fingers, clit fat with arousal, the next heavy strums are personal. “I wanna be everything, pretty girl”, you can hardly breathe anymore, mouth open in a choked wail as his thick digits pummel you.
“And you, gorgeous”, leaning over you again, he kisses you feverishly— filling your mouth with tongue as you suck on the wet muscle. Riki growls, letting you get your fill until he pulls away with a wet slop.
“You’re gonna cum for me.”
He slams your plug in to the hilt so he can hold you still; broad hand snapping around your windpipe to hold you to the bed— make you take it while he talks you right off the edge.
Truth is you couldn’t hold it if you tried. The first wave has your stomach caving. Ecstasy— brighter than you’ve ever known it burns a hole straight through your gut as you spin the fuck out.
Convulsing, grunting— the simmering heat boils over you and you cum so hard the sounds coming from you aren’t even human. Raw. Unfiltered. Ugly—as Riki fucks you through it making your empty head spin at the effortless way he holds you down.
“Yeahhh baby”, he husks lowly, “Let her make her slutty mess f’me..”
It’s hell at this point.
Every nerve seems to grow teeth, you feel like you’ve been dunked in lava as he crooks his fingers juuust right into that melty nook; your jaw drops in a silent scream— mind blank as he chokes you out with his thick fingers so deep you erupt.
The sound of your gushing pussy sets his blood alight so wickedly it borders on sickening. You’re too gone to notice as you squirt all over him. Letting go of your throat to bully your clit, the headrush intensifies your sensitivity. Utterly torn wails stream from your mouth when Riki strums the flat of his fingers fast over your pulsating bundle of nerves. “Keep cumming, gorgeous— squirt yourself to a headache f’me.”
You’re shaking, incoherent— countless orgasms bleeding into another as you burst. It’s unending. It’s hedonistic.
He doesn’t care and you don’t either.
He’s suffered wanting you and know he knows you want him too. You don’t know how long of a time you’re in for.
Fingers spread you out as he thrusts away, other hand beating your clit with light spanks. You don’t know if you’re dying or going crazy but it’s addictive— Riki. Your Niki. Indulging you and owning you until you break.
The sobs and cries turn positively shrill when he snatches your plug all the way out. Cursing loud when he watches how your asshole stays open like something’s in it even though she’s empty— used rim twitching as she gapes deliciously.
You’re nothing but a hoarse, broken down sob as you cum again from the continued stimulation— miserably soaking you both in your release as you gush deliriously, finally collapsing boneless on his sheets.
Panting, you try to catch your breath when wet fingers tap your lip. On autopilot, you suck them into your mouth, tongue curling around each one under Riki’s molten gaze.
“That’s it, clean yourself off my fingers like a good fucktoy.”
His rasped words send another twinge to your overstimulated pussy.
You’ve pretty much lost your voice at this point but he still hears when you ask,
“Gonna fuck me now?”
Slow kisses follow down your sweat slick spine, his fat tongue following the sheen and he hums at the taste of you. Before he can answer your hands are on your ass, spreading yourself and letting him get a good look at your sloppy, abused holes.
Riki’s mind goes blank.
You keep talking. Any lingering shyness having left sometime when he had you coming in rotation.
“Y-You,” you choke out, breath coming in short pants, “Every time I’d sit in your lap I-I wondered—what it would be like.” You look into Riki’s eyes, pretty eye makeup ruined, black streaks down your cheeks— even your falsies had come off but damn it all, you’ve never looked lovelier.
“You’re so big, Ki.”
And for the second time since he’s known you, Riki’s mind goes completely blank.
Raising your hips, he eyes the way you clench your thighs. Suddenly remembering something unfortunately important, he holds you still against him— sliding his flushed cock through the tiny hole at the apex of your thighs. Riki drops his head to your shoulder with a pained groan feeling syrupy wetness coat his length. Along with your clit throbbing against him and you whine when he doesn’t move.
“Inside”, you plead but it kills him to tell you—
“I don’t have any condoms on me, baby”.
The way you look back at him, like the waterworks are about to start any moment because you’re not getting the rest of what you want is as endearing as it is heartbreaking.
Rushing to console you, he adds,
“I know we’re both clean but you’re not on the pill either, sweetheart.” Fuck he’s right.
Shoving your face into the pillow with your lashes on it, you scream out a frustrated cry. Still, his hands roam all over your heated body, trying to think through the arousal deepening the red of his very blood to come up with a safe, suitable alternative but he can’t resist.
Rocking his hips through the tight space between your thighs. The hot friction against your clit is heavenly with the soft fat of your warm thighs squeezing his cock— your shaky sigh makes his ears perk up. Running his fingers down your back to your perfect ass, thrusting faster as she slobbers more each time his fat head catches on your engorged clit.
Taking your hand fisting the sheets, he raises it to his lips— kissing the back of it so reverently it makes your heart stutter. He leans down after and kisses you like he loves you because he does. Bossy, shameless and critical, easy when the mood struck you and more understanding than people would ever give you credit for but his. Difficult and teasing in short clothes— but his.
And you were close.
You’re getting close, this time with him. You were already so sensitive and he’s pent up with weeks of you running through his mind naked in every position imaginable. You writhe against him restlessly when he presses his pelvis flush to your ass, glancing below to look at his pretty dick— glistening with pre and you.
Riki goes faster as you throb against each other. Drenched, filthy and wrecked.
“Next time”, he rasps- voice ragged with promise. “I’m gonna fucking ruin you.”
Fingers brush the entrance of your pussy to your ass, circling more wetness along the rim— Riki moaning at the way you jolt, begging hole winking at him.
You’re a lunatic. You must be. That’s the only excuse you can think of when you use the one good deep breath you’ve been able to catch to say—
“I-I can’t wait”, you swallow. “Want you to ruin both your holes.” He already was going to but you just pushed up the deadline.
“You have no idea, baby. Gonna fuck you so stupid, just how you like.”
Your breath catches in that whiny bleat it does when you’re at your limit— it makes his balls ache when suddenly you’re creaming. The milky white painting his cock like gloss and it fucks him up so badly that he’s cumming right after.
Teeth sinking into your neck, molten cum spurts out in fat chords, thick and heavy and so much— frothy streams that just don’t stop, pumping in sopping grinds that nuzzle your slippery folds and the sensation makes you purr.
“Fuckin’ milking me— damn…”
The aftermath is hot. The lean muscle of Riki’s body, covered in each others release— his big hands steady on your waist to help you fuck yourself through it. The rush of adrenaline leaves your head dizzy, falling flat on your stomach with Riki on top of you.
You don’t mind the weight, in fact you welcome it. Humming with a delighted, thoroughly exhausted sigh. Closing your eyes, you feel him pepper kisses along your shoulders, kissing your cheek with a tenderness you rarely get to witness so earnestly. He was sweet like that.
“I like you. Let me be your boyfriend.”
And demanding.
Sleepily, you shrug— not even trying to hide your grin.
“Sure, I’d love to.” You peek an eye open at the stunned expression on his face.
“Don’t look so surprised, you know I love you.” For someone who was saying the raunchiest shit to your face only minutes ago with no shame whatsoever, now blushing because you just told him you love him back is—
“I know, I love you too just—“, you cut him off with a dramatic gasp.
“Then why’d you say you only like me?”
“I was trying to be nonchalant!” It’s so ridiculously him that you can’t help but beam, flipping over to hug him properly and he holds you just as tight; burying his face in your naked chest.
“Whatever, you’re my girlfriend now— no take backs.” A bubbly laugh shoots out of you as he scoops you up, heading to the bathroom so you can clean up— sighing contently in his arms while you agree.
HONEYS… I am so sorry idk how this even happened but all of my inbox suddenly disappeared ?? What the heck’s, the only ones that didn’t disappear are those that I already started working on and are in my drafts 😭
you would NEVER and i mean never catch him being overly affectionate in public unless he is jealous…
he’s a very private person so he tries to keep pda to a minimum, hand holding or a hand to your back to guide you MAX you would never catch him making out or kissing you in public, THAT IS SACRED TO HIM… for his eyes only🙈
but in private…. honey that’s an entirely different story
be prepared to have a koala draped on you because there is just no way he is letting go, he is touching you everywhere and I mean everywhere
you would be cooking or brushing your teeth and he would be back hugging you, WALKING EVERY STEP WITH YOU, arms snaking around type shit, he is borderline being piggybacked by you atp
you gotta constantly swat his hands away because his hands won’t stop roaming in places they shouldn’t be…. like your tittes, or just playing with the hem of your panties or shirt
don’t ever let him catch you on the couch or bed alone, once he sees you, target locked, you are not leaving that couch for a good 3 hours MINIMUM NOT EVEN TO PEE…. If you really have to go, best believe he would be following you all the way to the toilet
maybe it’s the protein or muscles but his grip is so tight it’s actually insane, like the more you wiggle the tighter he hugs you, and it would be super comforting BUT NOT WHEN YOU REALLY NEED TO GO TO THE TOILET
you really don’t know how he does it, but you’re not complaining either way
A/n : could you tell I got a lil too excited and went a lil…. JUST A LIL… overboard 😭 hope y’all like it tho 🤍
one answer… YES as a fellow big titty (victim) i fully believe that riki is a TITTY WORSHIPPERRRRR big or small
like the first time he touched your tits he thought he died and went up to heaven…. YEAH IT WAS THAT GOODDDDD
To him your tits are his “safe space”, he could do whatever he wanted with them, be it grope, suck, lick and bite, it was like a buffet for him #neverending
He would face first in your tits for hours and he doesn’t need to move or come up for air, the feeling of your soft breast on him is enough
Don’t EVER let him catch you braless…. OUH…. Bless your titties because the moment he sees those cute nipples (his opinion not mine) poking through his shirt that you are wearing, rip girl coz you are not getting out alive
Immediately he would snake his hands under your (his) shirt and start groping your tits and eventually his head would be under your shirt and he would be playing with your tits like it’s a dammed ps4
A/n: idk if I went a lil overboard… but hope you like it hehe
Heyyy! Can you write a post where they are watching a movie with the members and y/n thinks it’s funny to tease ni-ki by telling him she isn’t wearing any underwear 🙈
My exact reaction to receiving this YES LAWDDDDD YESSSSSS omfgggg anon are you on crack bc this is insaneeeee (in a good way) WRITING THIS RN…….(but be warned my writers block is soooo bad…..)
Idk when part 2 is coming up but I do know I depleted my writing skills for the next 6 months…(JOKE! Not really idk… I need some sleep it’s fucking 3am…. )
A/n: Sowwies my pookies, HOPEFULLY 🤞🏻 there will be a part 2, I’m trying to cook but I’m not sure if I’m just gonna burn the kitchen down instead🙏 hope y’all like this tho.. COZ I SURE HAD FUN HEHE, but please don’t flop this, I’ll kms and you’ll never see me again (ITS A JOKE…. Not really please don’t flop this I love you) see y’all in the next fic, muah 💋
Riki was dangerously close to losing his mind. Why? Because he was here, on the couch, sitting next to jay, with a bloody boner. Not a fun moment. Tonight was supposed to be chill, a stress free movie night with his hyungs, a break from the demanding idol life. Tonight also happened to be night where you and riki have your bi-weekly date night, which riki happened to forget due to his busy schedule. But it was alright, because riki had suggested you joined them for movie night so he could hang out with you afterwards. Which was cool
But as a little payback for forgetting your date, you could give him a little…. suprise. To be honest, you weren’t angry or upset because you fully understood his busy lifestyle, but what’s a relationship without a little heart attacks or two.
Strike one : wearing his sweatpants
You arrived at the dorms with some snacks in tow and honestly you hoped that your little plan to rile riki up would work and you were pretty sneaky, so you hoped that it would go as planned, it was supposed to be chill night, so it was expected that you would be dressed down. But to riki, you looked good, way too good clad in a simple lacy tank and his oversized sweatpants. Maybe it was the way that your hair fell down drawing his attention to your chest or maybe it was just the way that your were in his clothes. He’s trying his best to be calm and collected as he’s leading you inside the house even though he was screaming inside about how cute and gorgeous you look. But he’s a nonchalant baddie, he got this
Strike two: your chest
Riki sooo do not got this he’s barely holding it together and the movie has barely started, how is he supposed to watch Lilo and Stich (don’t ask him… it was clearly not his choice, he would have chosen marvel or something….) with his extremely attractive girlfriend cuddling him on the couch…. leg thrown on top of his and head leaned on his upper sternum, with the scent of your sweet perfume invading him. And it’s definitely not his fault his extremely gorgeous girlfriend who happens to have very gorgeous tits that were begging to be fondled was right infront of him and god don’t even get him started on your tits.
Your chest was something that he could worship for weeks if you let him.But those thoughts just made him more tense than he has been for the past week and he could definitely the uncomfortable pressure moving south…..
So of course he did the smart thing and “subtly” brushed his hand on the front of your breast (to release pressure, he said) as he was about to take some popcorn that was placed on your lap (pre-planned by you btw. Evil genius) Big mistake, if not the worst mistake of the week, nope. He just got ever harder and you are dangerously close to his ever growing crotch and nope. He can’t do this today… he literally cannot be sporting a huge boner (courtesy of his girlfriend) beside his Jay hyung, with 6/6 of his hyungs in attendance in the same room, nope not today, riki had to think of something and something QUICK
But of course you noticed, contrary to popular belief (his opinion ) riki is not as slick as he thinks. Or maybe you’re just observant but you knew by that quick brush that you had riki in the palm of your hand(you always have sweetie) and you were ready to utilise it
Strike three: getting a glimpse of your lacy panties.
"Ki i want a drink, do you want anything?" riki shook his head, he was too comfortable with you and your warmth on him and he didn't want to move but he knew that once u got up, he wouldn’t be comfortable anymore. So riki got up and followed you into the kitchen like a lost puppy. He couldn't help but stare at your swaying hips as you walked and giggling to himself because your sweatpants had rumpled after cuddling and just as he was about to reach out to smooth the pants over without you knowing(#bestbfever WTF he’s so sweet) But there something black and lacy caught his eye and fuck its the final nail on his coffin. Because fuck, that was your “sex” panties, he knew it and you knew it too, it was this dammed pair of panties that you knew and he knew that if he got even a glimpse of it he would go on a crazy (fucking) spree
Fuck was he set up? Maybe…. Was he mad about it though…. Absolutely fucking not… he was already plotting on how he would “take” revenge on you after Lilo and Stich… he knew that after every movie night they would all head out for a longer dinner like bbq. Riki calculated that he probably had about 2-3 hours of alone time with you and boy is he going to make good use of those hours …..
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