+“Who’s that guy you just said hi to?” R.Nishimura°
Summary: Don’t run, it’ll only make him chase you.
˗ˋˏ ♡Content warnings- : I’m spelling it out so you all know I mean business. Read carefully. Niki is batshit crazy in this, but I jumped through hoops to make everything as consensual as possible because I do not entertain sexual assault of any kind. Yandere!Niki, strangers to obsessive lovers, mentions of alcohol and clubbing, drinking, unprotected s+x, praise, degradation, overstimulation, oral (f. rec), petnames, biting, rough s+x, gaslighting, descriptions of paranoia, fear, and anxiety, possible abduction?, lots of terrible choices, some comedy, threats, again— Niki is CRAZY, reader puts up a good fight tho, crying, dacryphilia, panty sniffing, squ+rting, possession k+nk, he needs to have you live in his lungs the jealousy is that bad folks, cursing, explicit language, don’t be deceived he’s hot but psycho, Jungwon cameo, surprise! he’s nuts too, your best friend is a real one in this and your relationship is up to interpretation, multiple s+x scenes, biting, kissing, detailed kissing, honestly gross kissing, marking k+nk, mouth spitting, hair pulling, n+pple play, dryh+mping, n+pple sucking, n+pple biting, more p+ssy sniffing, he’d snort you if he could, begging, confused feelings, IM SORRY THIS IS SO LONG BUT STAY WITH ME😭💔, pain k+nk, he lovessss biting, dirty talk, my god, scent k+nk, more oral (f.rec), ummmm😭 cl;t biting, cl;t spanking, ch*king, look past the fact his cock is fat—he’s still a red flag and POSSESSIVENESS X 10000000000
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_for my fave Niki edit rn_
꒰ঌeveryone alr knows English is not my first language໒꒱
If you knew then what you know now, you’d have just admired the rare sighting of the attractive man from afar. Now you’re living with the lesson that “seeing is deceiving.”
Such a lesson goes by the name Riki and it started around 2 months ago…
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You were having a night out with your friend, dressed up, feeling good and tipsy as loud music blared through the club. Amu had been trying to get you out for weeks but with your demanding new job and responsibilities, it just wasn’t possible but eventually she wore you down.
“Cmonnnn! Just for tonight—“, you scoffed.
“Yeah, until you wanna go out again.”
“That’s because you never come! Pleaaase??”
Her puppy eyes in full affect as she points to the dress of hers she bought for you to wear laid out on your bed. A deep sigh leaves your chest and that’s when she knows she won, clapping excitedly while you got ready. You couldn’t even be upset with her because you’re actually having fun, all dolled up and giggly as you dance together.
You feel so light— no assignments, tasks, or looming deadlines hanging over your conscious. It’s freeing. Maybe a night out was just what you needed.
Bending you over, Amu rolls her body into yours as you grind back on her when she suddenly gasps. You don’t get to ask her what when she’s snatching you up, spinning you to face her but keeping you pressed tight against her. Chin hooked over her shoulder, her hands drift down to your ass, rolling your body into hers when she whispers,
“There’s a stupidly hot guy watching us— or actually, he’s watching you.”
Your eyes widen, excitement and nerves swirl around in your stomach and you bite your lip.
That’s why she’s putting on a show? Curiosity makes you restless and you know why Amu has you facing the way she is because you’d have looked immediately even if she told you not to.
“How do you know he’s looking at me?”
She doesn’t answer with words, instead she lifts one of your legs around her waist before her hands grip your hips as she dips you. It happens fast, leaving you breathless at how you’re suddenly upside down and confused as to how this answers your question when your eyes trail up and you see him.
Stupidly hot was an understatement and true to Amu’s word, he was indeed looking at you.
His intense gaze burns into you as you watch him take you in. From your tiny dress that’s riding up thanks to how it’s hooked around Amu’s waist as she rolls her body into yours all the way to your tits that are fighting not to spill out the top of said dress.
His eyes lock with yours when he winks.
It takes you so off guard that when Amu slowly lifts you back up, smoothing her hands up your back as you loop your arms around her neck—you’re still breathless.
“Jesus fuck.”
She grins.
“Told you.”
When you turn again, this time she lets you and your eyes immediately find him.
He’s tall, you notice. Dark hair matching his dark eyes with a playful smirk on his plump lips. His jewelry glints in the dim light as he shifts, making your pounding heart drop as he leaves the bar, striding towards you.
“Oh my god!” You whisper shout, torn between making a run for it because attractive people make you nervous and it’s been a while or acting like the slut you want him to turn you into. Amu makes the decision for you, tightening her hands around your waist as he gets closer, whispering in your ear.
“Stop. Go for it— you look so hot I’d fuck you and you smell fantastic. Don’t overthink baby, you’ve got this.”
You listen, taking deep breaths as she adds,
“And fix your face, you look scared.”
Well damn. One deep inhale and light smile on your glossed lips as she reassures you and the next time you turn back around he’s there.
A giddy smile breaks across your face before you can stop it because he’s so much more gorgeous up close. High cheekbones compliment the strong lines of his jaw and long lashes. He smelled so good too— your thighs subconsciously clenching together.
Amu doesn’t leave immediately, staying for introductions at least, grinning with a cheeky wave.
“Hi.”
He smiles back, perfect teeth on display as he nods once at her.
“Hi yourself.”
Your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline when you hear how deep his voice is. If you didn’t need that before you would die if you didn’t get it now. He extends a large hand out for you to take, keeping his eyes locked on yours as he raises it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it.
“My name’s Riki. Or Ni-Ki works too.”
“Where does the ‘NI” come from?” You hear Amu ask.
“It’s the first two letters of my last name, Nishimura. So that with the two last letters of my first name…”. God, that’s hot.
When you don’t speak, just staring back dazed, that’s when Amu decides to take her leave. Kissing the side of your neck, she announces that she’s going to get you more drinks but you know she’s giving you space to hook you up.
Your eyes don’t catch the way his narrow when she kisses you.
You’re nervous, Riki’s attention is intense even when you know he’s interested. He hasn’t let go of your hand either, instead he holds his free hand out for your other one. When you take it, he smoothly pulls you in, wrapping your arms around his neck as you simultaneously move together.
He’s firm, like he works out and it has you groaning inwardly. Your pulse is thrumming— making you hyper aware of everything. At the same time, you feel good.
Shivers scatter down your spine when you feel his hands smooth slowly down your back, stopping at the top of your ass before gliding back up. You sigh breathily at the feeling as he holds you tighter to the hard planes of his body, murmuring lowly in your ear,
“Gonna tell me your name, pretty girl?”
A flash of arousal shoots through you at the petname and you breathlessly give him your name. He rests his forehead on yours, repeating it back to you while his hands run back down, saying your name when he asks,
“Is this okay?”
Biting your lip, you nod and immediately after he’s gripping your ass, pressing you flush against him as you grind together. You wouldn’t ordinarily be this bold but you’re buzzed and Riki was so attractive— it wouldn’t kill anyone if you were a little irresponsible.
His hard length grinds against you and you nearly choke when you feel how big it is. When he does it again, your head tips back as you moan and it’s like something snaps. Plump lips meet your neck with open mouthed kisses, groaning drunkenly as he inhales.
“Fuck…you’re so sexy, baby—“, he rasps.
“Had me hard the whole time watching you…”
Whining, you feel your wetness soak through your panties when he laps up the column of your throat to slot over your mouth in a dizzying kiss.
It’s consuming off the bat, Riki’s broad tongue greedy and wet as he fills your mouth with it until you’re holding onto the back of his neck for stability. The sound the kiss makes when your tongues meet has his blood running hot, smacking his lips harder against yours as he palms the fat of your ass.
You moan into his mouth and he forces himself off your lips before he makes a scene out of you in the middle of the club.
“Come home with me”, he asks through heavy breaths. “I want you so bad…”
He’s kissing every inch of skin he can reach as he waits for your answer. You want to go but you don’t just want to leave Amu and make her worry. Looking around the room for that familiar pink pixie cut, you spot her at the bar sitting on the lap of a cat eyed boy with dimples as he orders her another drink.
Waving your hand at her from behind Riki’s head, she looks over quickly when you point down at the man licking between your cleavage and the door. She understands immediately, nodding aggressively and shooing you so hard she almost creates a breeze before holding up her phone.
Call me if you need me.
You give a thumbs up when you feel Riki’s mouth close around the side of your throat, audibly wet kisses before lapping up to kiss the underside of your ear. Clit throbbing, you reach up to pull his hair, forcing him to let go when you finally give him permission.
“Take me home?”
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If Riki had a nice place you wouldn’t know because as soon as he gets you through the door he’s on you.
Lips, hands, teeth, tongue— all over you. Your body feels like one big nerve as he takes his time licking into your mouth, kissing you sloppy and drenched before marking you up. Sharp teeth border on painful when he buries his face in your neck to bite, soothing the burn with a hot lap over the indent.
“Mmm, I’m gonna fuck you so good…”,
A needy moan falls from your kiss swollen lips when he picks you up, carrying you to his room. You don’t know how it happens but by the time you hit the bed, you’re naked— left only in your drenched panties.
“Spread your legs f’me…”
Your body obeys as if on autopilot, letting Riki see the way the wet fabric hugs your pussylips.
“And so wet too… good girl.”
The praise lights you up, oozing pussy clenching around nothing while you watch him strip until he’s naked. Reaching towards him, he follows when you pull him into a slow, filthy kiss. Tilting your head to kiss him deeper as he slides his tongue in your mouth for you to suck, his hand coming up to curl around your throat when he pulls away with a wet slop.
“Open.” He purrs, stroking your bottom lip with his thumb.
You obey again, letting his thumb pet your tongue before he grips your cheeks, leans down and spits.
A fresh coat of slick gushes out from your pussy. It should feel disgusting, you’re not usually like this…so why do you swallow it? Moaning for more as you look up into his dark eyes. His cock is dripping precum when he does it again, licking your mouth out only to spit back down your throat and kissing you as a reward when you swallow without him telling you to.
Eventually, your movements turn restless as your pussy throbs.
“Sorry…”, you apologize, like your jitters are an inconvenience and they’re anything but. On the contrary, Riki is loving how sensitive you are— soaking through your cute panties off a little bit of kissing.
“You’re okay, baby. I don’t mind.”
The low timbre of his voice is hypnotic as he suckles hungry kisses down your body, reveling the way your skin jumps beneath his lips when he gets to your cunt. Heat floods your face when you feel his warm breath cool against your skin from how wet you are, both embarrassed and aroused as he coos.
“Fuck, look at her…”, he leans closer, slipping them down off you so he can see her drip for him.
“Pretty, sloppy hole cryin’ for attention, hmm?”
Your mouth drops in a sharp gasp when Riki presses his nose to your cunt, inhaling deep until his eyes roll back, groaning deep in his chest.
“You smell delicious, pretty thing..”
Blood rushes through your ears as your heart pounds at the act. It’s almost too intimate for a one night stand but you like it too much to care. Arousal so thick it weighs you down like a blanket, pliant and warm when he spreads your pussylips to lick a hard stripe up your slit.
A broken moan shoots from your throat when he does it again— sloppily lapping from your hole to your clit, fluttering his tongue against the underside of the twitching nub before closing his mouth around it to suck. Your trembling hand flies to his hair as pleasure ricochets through your body.
Riki hums as your taste blossoms all over his tongue. He had a feeling before when he was watching you earlier with your friend but he’s positive now.
You’re perfect for him.
So sweet and good for him— he’s overwhelming you now but you’ll learn to crave it.
Another piercing cry bursts from you when he curls his tongue, grazing and flicking that hot pulsing spot nestled against your walls as you shake. Tears bud in your eyes from how good you feel, bliss shredding your nerves apart while he kisses your drooling hole— wearing your arousal like gloss before licking you off his lips.
Alternating between heavy laps and mean sucks, you feel your impending orgasm coming on so strongly it makes you sweat; crying out his name like it’s the only prayer you’ve ever bothered to learn. Popping off your swollen clit, Riki watches your face as he lets his tongue hang, teasing it up the length of your pussy when he asks,
“Cumming for me, gorgeous? Gonna make a mess?”
You are— it’s too good and you’re not strong enough to fight it. Even looking at his pretty face doing such an erotic thing brings you that much closer.
Tears fall freely now and in your haze, the hand not in his hair reaches for his hand and when he intertwines them with his, fucking your hole with his tongue as he swirls your clit in firm circles with his thumb, your chest burns as it caves from the force of your sobs— cumming so violently all your other senses check out and the only thing that reminds is Riki.
“Mmhmm”, he takes your cunt out of his mouth to praise you,
“Like that, baby”, another fat lick, “Want her to squirt in my mouth..” and he doesn’t let up until you do.
Treating your poor clit like a pacifier as you scream and cry until your makeup is ruined and your voice goes hoarse but he gets what he wants by your third orgasm. Closing his jaw with your clit between his teeth as he bites down, releasing to suck before the pain becomes too much and that’s what does it. Your entire body convulsing with incoherent warbled moans, pussy tightening like a vice as the building pressure pushes low in your abdomen and you gush— broken and delirious right into his greedy mouth.
The pleasure is brutal, leaving you raw and empty in its wake. You squeeze his hand as you try to brace through it but it’s no use, you’re falling apart too fast to catch even a piece of yourself.
Goosebumps break over Riki at how visceral you sound, completely gone as you go boneless, on the verge of passing out as he licks you clean, coming at the taste of you for the second time while he strokes his cock.
You don’t notice, but you didn’t notice he never let go of your hand either.
Poor thing, he thinks when he gets up to lean over top of you.
Your chest rises and falls in heavy breaths, hazy eyes stare unseeingly into his face as he grips your thighs, folding them to your chest. Riki taps your puffy clit with the fat head of his dick, watching your face as he switches; sliding it between your cum slick lips instead.
Reality returns to you in floaty lights above the head of the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, exhausted as he peppers kisses all over your face, rolling his length between your lips, grazing your clit with every thrust. A shuddering moan has him biting his lip, leaning down to give you a kiss that’s less technique and more him licking your tongue.
Pulling away with a wet hiss, he opens his mouth and it’s your turn to spit and his cock jerks when it hits his pallet.He adjusts you one more time, knees almost to your ears when he brings his cock to your entrance and distantly you recall his size.
“You’re not gonna stretch me out first?”
Your voice is soft— slurred. Like your ears are still logged from the blood rushing through them when you came for him.
It’s cute.
Smiling adoringly down at you, Riki brushes your cheek with the back of his knuckles.
“No, baby.”
“But won’t it hurt? You’re big, Ki…”
Closing his eyes, Riki has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself in check before opening them again.
“Mhmm…but you’ll like it.”
He remembers how you reacted to him biting your clit and knows you can take it. Pushing against your hole, you whine, nodding along with him.
“O-okay”, and he’s about to push in when you remember—
“Condom?”
Riki sighs, nuzzling into you neck as he kisses up to your ear.
“Don’t need it, I’m clean.” That’s not the entire point and he knows it, licking hotly into your ear like he already has what he wants.
“Me too but—“,
Riki pulls away to kiss you deeply, cutting you off as he rocks forward, sliding into your pussy while swallowing your moans from the stretch. He pulls away to watch your face melt in agonized bliss as he pushes in, inch by inch. The thoughts visibly leave you. He’s so big you struggle to accommodate him but you love it, already shaking when he grinds his pelvis against your clit, humming.
“What? Worried I’ll get you pregnant, baby?”
His taunt doesn’t even register, much less the words.
“O-ooh—“, you’re too busy going crazy.
The weight of him has your mouth watering, glossy eyes rolling back when he pulls out to slam back in, moaning with you.
“Fuck, she’s tight—!”
Folding you as deep as he can, Riki slams into you harder, fucking you into the mattress right off the bat. You take it but barely, crying again when he shifts, bullying your sweet spot until your brain drips out your ears. It’s one of the prettiest things he’s ever seen— your beautiful face drunk on his cock while he fucks you dumb.
“So hot, dripping around me…”
Wet to the point where it’s audible, debauched squelches ring in harmony with your moans every time he sinks in. You pray he doesn’t have neighbors because you’re loud— practically shrieking when he reaches down to spank your clit. Your body jolts and Riki watches more of your slick bubble around his cock— oh you liked that. A sick satisfaction washes over him.
“Little pain slut, aren’t you?”
He doesn’t wait for an answer when he strikes the pulsating nub again, harder. White-hot pleasure blinds you, turns you inside out when you sob, wailing his name. There’s no denying it, not when you’re cumming so hard you’re shaking. Eyes rolling back, Riki stuffs himself inside you to the hilt, letting your pretty pussy milk him.
“Fuck, yesss—“, he hisses through gritted teeth. Dropping his weight on you, he rides out your orgasms with another deep kiss, tongue practically down your throat as you gush brainlessly on him.
It’s heaven, you make him feel things he hasn’t felt in a long time. It’s dangerous but you don’t have a clue, letting him flip you on your tummy and raise your hips as he starts again.
You’re so helpless like this— fucked out of your mind, no choice but to let him take you. It makes his teeth ache and he gives into the urge, burying his face in your throat to bite. Riki bites until you’re writhing, begging so sweetly that it hurts even as your creamy pussy drips down his balls anyway.
Almost in a trance, he bites you everywhere. Neck, shoulders, jaw, even your cheek. The pain paired with how overstimulated you were, you felt like you couldn’t so much as breathe without him as he marks you up.
It’s not long before you’re screaming that you can’t take it. It’s a lie; Riki knows you can because—
“You’re mine, baby. Your pussy was made for me.”
Red lights with the letters S T O P should’ve been flashing but when long fingers wind in your hair, pulling your head back enough so he can fit his arm around your throat, you crumble apart. The lack of oxygen and delicious thrusts have hearts swirling in your eyes, nothing but Riki on the brain and it’s perfect— you’re perfect. He doesn’t need you to think, just needs you.
“Tell me you’re mine, sweetheart. C’mon”, your walls spasm as he goes even harder on you, cologne mixing with the scent of sex.
“Tell me who you belong to— be my good girl, baby.”
He bites you again to hasten your answer, forcing his fat cock in you with devastating accuracy to your g spot. It hurts; aches in a way that makes your voice crack through your sobs when you moan out his name.
“Y- you”, Riki’s broad tongue laps behind your ear, a satisfied purr shakes his chest at your submission.
“M’ yours…Niki—“, he groans, releasing you in favor of shoving your face into the pillows, railing you now. You’re his, only for him, you said it.
His strokes are painfully good, rocking your body with the force, moaning deep when you start to squirt around him. Liquid pushes out of you with startling force, walls twitching and throbbing around him as his pace grows erratic.
“Yeah pretty, you’re mine— no one else is can have you”, Red flags don’t matter if you’re colorblind when tipsy.
You’re shaking but he doesn’t stop, using you like a ragdoll, even as the prolonged stimulation has you climaxing again, gripping the sheets as you’re tortured with orgasm after orgasm. Everything’s buzzing, it’s hot, you’re gonna pass out but he doesn’t mind so long as he’s the first thing you see when you wake up.
“Ah! Fuck—“, his hips slap flush to your ass one more time, seating his cock in your guts when he cums, warming you from the inside out from how much he shoots and you reach your limit, falling into unconsciousness as exhaustion claims you.
Nuzzling against your hot cheek, Riki notices the uneven flow of your breathing, pretty eyes that stay closed even when he calls your name.
He doesn’t panic, he knows he was hard on you for your first time together. Post orgasm bliss and affection swell in his chest as he carefully slides out of you. His cum immediately seeps out of your gaping hole and he holds back on licking you clean.
“Later…”
Riki is soft as he gets a warm, wet cloth to clean you with, carefully not to press too hard on sensitive areas before cleaning himself off too. Scooping you up again, your sleepy whine has him pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as he grabs your dress off the floor, carrying you to sleep with him in the guest room.
Lying you down, he pulls the comforter down so he can tuck you underneath it, sliding in after you. His lips are gentle on your forehead as he kisses it, eyelids heavy.
“Mine— just for me. I’ll kill whoever before I let them have you.”
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You wake up on top of a warm surface.
Blinking in confusion, you groan softly when you shift just the slightest, body sore.
Looking down, you notice you’re completely naked and so is Riki. Your eyes flit up to his face to find him sleeping peacefully. Heat pools up your chest when the events of last night flash through your mind. The biting, the stretch, the way he spoke to you— handled you.
A flustered smile appears on your lips as you silently lean up, brushing his hair off his forehead as you kiss it. Slowly, you stand on shaky legs, looking around the room for your things. You’re careful not to wake him as you slide your dress on, grabbing your phone next to his.
You’d stay but the one time you did only for the guy to less than subtly hint that you’d overstayed your welcome.
“So, you need an Uber or…?”
It was so embarrassing, the cold humiliation like he hadn’t seen you naked merely hours before and you saw him the same. Riki was sweet but you couldn’t say you necessarily trusted him— you only met last night. So, looking back at his handsome sleeping self one last time, you go press a soft kiss to his lips, whispering.
“Goodbye, Riki”.
Then you slip on your heels and slip out the door.
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When you got home, Amu couldn’t believe her eyes. Gasping as she took in your wrecked appearance with a delighted squeal.
“Ooh— I knew he fucked!”
You roll your eyes, trying and failing to hide the beaming smile as you headed towards the bathroom, the pink haired girl hot on your heels. In the bathroom, you try to close the door on her but she pushes her way inside, watching with shining eyes as you pee.
“What? I’ve seen it all already”, she sighs dreamily. “I remember your last birthday gift to me oh so fondly…”
Heat blooms in your chest, shooting her a weak glare through wide eyes as you hiss her name. She ignores the warning, smiling prettily as you wipe and close the lid before you flush.
“Damn, is he a vampire?” She pokes your neck until you flinch away. “Look at all those bites—“
You can’t avoid her forever though because she doesn’t move off the sink when you go to wash your hands, forcing your arms around her to operate the sink.
“Come on… tell me yours and I’ll tell you mines”.
Oh yeah— you briefly remember she was with a hot guy herself before you left. You caught a glimpse of dimples and cat like eyes before Riki was ushering you out the door.
“His name is Jungwon, a friend of your guy, he told me….” That makes you look at her.
Drying your hands for you and following you to your room, Amu gets comfortable on your bed as she pats the empty space next to her, smiling at you when you go with a heavy sigh.
It’s silent for a beat.
Then it’s not.
“…my clit is still sore—“,
Amu screams, hands flying to her mouth as you begin tell her about your night.
“Oh! Insane way to start this off!” Fanning herself, she snaps her fingers at you, yelling excitedly. “Let’s get itttt!”
Sitting criscross, her energy is infectious as you smile back. Taking a deep breath before you continue. Keeping in mind you don’t remember everything he said during since you had been drinking prior but what you do remember has her getting louder after every detail and when you get to his…
She nearly faints.
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A little over a week goes by and your life goes on.
Work is still annoying but unfortunately too well paying for you to quit. You haven’t been out for another girls night either, simply too busy and Amu whines the same as always.
Once she learned that you snuck out after your fling with Riki, she stopped talking to Jungwon too even after you told her she didn’t have to.
“Nonsense— it’s called solidarity.” She said and that was the end of it.
Things don’t get weird until the start of the third week.
First, it’s in passing; when you next see him. You’re at a popular shopping center, looking for something cute to wear for your office’s upcoming meeting. Usually, you wouldn’t care to put in the effort but the new hire had you singing a different tune.
He was good looking, funny, always brought you different coffees and held doors for you— in short, he was sweet. Not at all shy about his attraction to you.
There’s nothing on the current floor that caught your eye, so letting out a huff, you look up the escalator to the second floor stores. Your eyes pass the people on it when they land on a familiar face. But it seems that by the time you see him, he’s already looking at you. Dark eyes and plump grinning lips, lifting his hands to wave as if he hadn’t taken you apart and since left you wet every time you woke up.
Dumbstruck, you freeze. Awkwardly waving back as he makes his way over to you. He’s a natural attention grabber, various eyes track his smooth movements. Your nerves are tangible, being put on the spot but he revels in it, leaning down to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. Low voice mumbling,
“I missed you, baby.”
Oh god.
Hot arousal flares through your body, leaving you warm all the way to your toes. You clear your throat, heart pounding in your chest at how familiarly he addresses you. A confused giggle forces past your lips, as you furrow your brows.
“What’s to miss? I was a one night stand.”
Keeping your tone light, you don’t want to hurt his feelings but the truth was that all good things must come to an end. Riki tilts his head, confused while a frown appears on his lips.
“You’re not just some one night stand”,
He sneers the term out like it insults him. It takes you off guard, looking around to make sure you two aren’t making a scene before grabbing his arm to pull him with you. Almost too eagerly, he lets you.
“Riki…”, you trail off, unsure of where to start. The tall man follows you off the escalator onto the second floor, next to you like distance is a cursed notion as you walk into another women’s clothing store—straight to the back to reason with him in privacy.
“You don’t like me—“,
“Yes I do.” He cuts you off, grabbing your hand to kiss the back of it just like he did weeks ago. It has the same effect and you’re not strong enough to pull away because part of you really is attracted to him.
“You don’t know anything about me— you like what we did together, not me as a person.”
Forcing yourself not to flinch away from the hurt look on his face, you stand your ground, reminding yourself that this is necessary. Emotions swirl through you. Guilt, attraction, arousal, need— it’s confusing.
Riki’s silence only puts you further on edge.
Why was he taking this so hard? You two are strangers. And besides, wouldn’t it be hard to have a serious relationship with someone you had sex with within the first hour of meeting them?
“I know I like you.” You groan but he ignores it.
“You think I don’t know anything about you? Try me.”
A huff of disbelief escapes you, thinking he’s bluffing but he remains firm until you ask him something.
“Where do I work?”
Riki doesn’t miss a beat.
“A marketing firm.”
Your eyes widen. There’s no way—
He’s exactly right.
Your world skids to a stop, hearing blood in your ears as your heart plummets cold in your stomach while he grins at you. A lucky guess? No, it’s more than that as he goes on to tell you your favorite food, favorite weather— that you’re not a morning person because you’re more productive at night and even the color your toes are painted right now. But how? You haven’t seen him in weeks. Blinking in confusion as you look at him.
“H-how—?”
“Because I’m exactly right for you.”
His gaze is unwavering, a long finger hooks under your chin so he can look at the face he’s been watching from afar.
“It’s fine if you don’t see it now but soon you will.”
An unsettling shiver runs down your spine. Wide eyes lock on him, fear and something hotter make your stomach turn. You’re both terrified and wanting, scared and intrigued. The pull makes you hesitant, unable to decide on whether he’s a threat or not. Even on the slim chance he isn’t, Riki is still dangerous— you just don’t know how.
Do you want to find out?
Cooing softly, Riki cups your cheek. It’s just as soft as he remembers and you smell just as sweet too. Your heart is in your throat when he leans down, plush lips brushing yours once, twice before pressing them to yours fully. You barely get the chance to kiss him back when he pulls away to whisper against your panting mouth.
“You kissed my forehead and didn’t even stay..”
His words pull a shocked gasp from your lips.
“Y-you were awake?” He shakes his head no, dipping his head to ghost his lips across your mouth.
“But I felt you.”
Then he’s kissing you again— this time like he means it.
You should push him away. There’s too many questions, you two are in public…
Plump lips suck your bottom lip, then your top, warmth flooding your spinning head as you melt, clumsily copying his movements.
Large hands grip your waist, holding you close as he tilts his head to lick into your mouth, a shiver wracking your nerves. Your fingers grip his shirt as he kisses you slow and deep, tongue coaxing against yours before pulling away with a hungry suck. You have to swallow the moan that almost falls out while he buries his face in your neck— gently nipping at your collarbone.
“You’re confused now but you’ll see.” He pulls back to look at you one more time, kissing you softly again.
“Be good for me until then, okay sweets?”
You’re paranoid and aroused watching him go, back down the escalator until he’s out of sight. Letting out a heavy sigh as you remember where you are, you peek out from where you are. Two women with red faces cough in their fists awkwardly before rushing in opposite directions. The third heads to the register, looking awfully busy all of the sudden and you sigh, embarrassment making you bold as you yell out,
“He’s not my boyfriend!”
The girl at the register shares a look with the others.
“Looked the opposite to me…”
“As hot as he is?”
“If I didn’t have a husband, he could be my boyfriend.”
You all look at the older woman who suddenly spoke, 70s with grey hairs and a walker as she laughs jovially.
“What? Tall, good looking men who know what they want are hard to find.”
A startled laugh bubbles from you as you shake your head. The problem wasn’t that Riki knew what he wanted but what he’d be like in order to get it.
In the end, you leave the center with a headache and no dress— unable to shake them image of striking dark eyes following your every move.
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When you tell Amu, she’s uncharacteristically quiet. Listening carefully as you tell her what happened. There’s no jokes, just her watching you pace nervously. Your hands gesturing wildly until she gets up to hold you still. anchoring you before you spiral too bad.
“Hey—breathe, honey.” She guides you closer to her chest so you can copy her steady breathing.
“There we go. Slowly. Need you to calm down for me. I’ve got you.”
Keeping her voice low and soft, Amu talks to you like she would a spooked animal. She reassures you that she didn’t tell Jungwon anything personal about you for him to tell Riki, so there’s no way he’d know all that stuff from earlier off him. That doesn’t help, instead it leaves even more blanks. She doesn’t want to make your anxiety worse so she ends it with a gentle warning.
“Hopefully today was just a coincidence but be careful. I don’t like how he’s so….”,
Clingy? Knowing? Intense? Possessive? Scary?
The silence says all that and more when she pinches her lips in at the tired look you give her.
“Yeah…”
You hope it’s all some really weird fluked coincidence but a nagging feeling creeps in that it’s only the beginning.
Amu takes another deep breath as she holds you, chin resting on the top of your head when she mumbles, “I guess now would be a bad time to tell you Jungwon sent me money and well shot pictures of his dick and new haircut?”
You go silent.
Amu stiffens.
“I’m scared for my life while my best friend—“, she calls your name, letting go so she can back up before you blow as you continue.
“—is being lured over to the dark side by dick and dimples?!”
You’re tired but not enough to keep you from yelling before you chase her, enjoying the normalcy while you can.
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X
It wasn’t the cold terror that got you, it was the paranoia.
You were naturally an overthinker at heart. Running scenarios and possible reactions through your head multiple times was beneficial in that it helped you prepare for the worst. At the same time, it could also be a cage and the stick that slid through the bars to poke you, making sure you stayed on edge.
Which you seemed to be a lot these days.
Jumpy.
Cautious.
Paranoid.
No matter what you did or how you’d try to calm down, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being watched. And just when that feeling would built, making you frantically search your surroundings, you’d see him.
Riki.
always staring back at you.
Sometimes he’d come up to you, pet your cheek and tell you he missed you. Like he was more than what he’d been or was supposed to be—a one night stand. Each time, your traitorous heart would flutter looking into his mesmerizing face.
One time, when he approached, you stepped back before he could make any physical contact with you to which he only followed. Standing in between your feet as he stood so close he could feel you breathe, then he held your face, softly asking what was wrong. To outsiders, he looked like a loving boyfriend concerned for his girlfriend but the reality was something much darker.
He was always there. Whether you wanted him or not.
Walking home from work, at the convenience stores, the park, library, on the bus in passing—you saw Riki everywhere. It was driving you crazy. Amu was going through it too, having to change phone numbers because Jungwon wouldn’t stop blowing it up and when she blocked him, he’d just do the same thing from a burner but at least he wasn’t practically living in her shadow.
“Hey”, you’re broken out of your thoughts by a familiar hand on your shoulder.
Blinking, you look up to see the new hire. Kihyun. Relief washes over you as you smile back at him. His hand is warm and grounding, drifting across your back in soothing motions.
“I’ve been calling you but you were zoned out.” You pause, stiffening before letting out a tired sigh.
“Sorry, I haven’t been sleeping too well…”, and how could you? As soon as you lay down you feel Riki’s hands; hear his voice rasping filthy praise hotly in your ear, see him bite his lip as he tips his head back— sweat beading down the column of his throat before he cums. Even when he’s not there, he haunts you.
Kihyun frowns, looking at you in concern before dropping down next to your desk to offer,
“Wanna talk about it?” You wince.
“Not really.” And Kihyun— sweet, angelic, non-obsessive Kihyun simply nods in understanding. He doesn’t push you, doesn’t ask more questions about it or look at you differently and you’re grateful. His voice is nice as he changes the topic altogether, filling you in on the last office drama and for a second everything is okay.
You sit and gossip, work a little then gossip some more. He touches you sometimes and they linger, as if testing the soft tension between you. Just his presence soothes you so you’re sad when he invites you to drinks afterwards with him and the other office members and you decline.
“I just don’t think I’m in the right headspace right now, maybe later?” He looks a bit dejected and it makes your chest hurt—rushing to add,
“Just the two of us?”
His head snaps up, smiling almost blindingly as he nods. It’s cute.
After a while, you decide you’re done for the day. Shutting down your computer while Kihyun tidies the area and helps you get your things. Walking out the building together, he’s so close your shoulders touch, rambling about places you two should go to. Your heart flutters but it doesn’t pound and maybe that’s for the best.
The others come out a few minutes later but going the opposite direction and you two share a look.
“Looks like that’s your cue. You wouldn’t hold your liver back on my account, right?” His smile is heart stopping as he looks at you, shaking his head.
“Never.”
Then he does the pleasantly unsuspected. Leaning towards you, you get a whiff of his cologne when he presses a tender kiss to your cheek. Warmth blooms from your chest up to your cheeks, ears burning while your heartbeat quickens. A soft gasp spills from your lips and his breath tickles your ear when he huffs a gentle laugh.
“I hope we’ll go out soon.”
Pulling away, he watches you nod, pleased at how he’s visibly flustered you before heading off with the others as the sun begins to set. You have no idea how long you stand there. Jittery nerves, racing heart, and the crushing realization that you don’t know what to do.
So, you do the only thing you can do for now.
Go home.
The air is warm and it’s peacefully quiet, none of the cold terror that’s been following you day and night. Your thoughts drift as you walk, humming softly when your cheek still tingles. It’s so ridiculous, being this brightened by a kiss on the cheek from a guy you’re fond of but it feels so nice you can’t bring yourself to care, giggling quietly to yourself.
“Is he funnier than me?”
Before you can turn, a hand claps over your mouth, dragging you into the narrow alleyway, off the street. Your heart falls to your ass as you struggle, feeling a hard body press tight to yours, keeping you against the wall. Blood pounds in your ear drums while the worse scenarios run through your mind.
Each more terrifying than the last— you slam your eyes closed to block out the images, tears starting to flow. That’s then the hand leaves your mouth to cup your cheek, the one Kihyun kissed, softly shushing you until you force yourself to quiet.
“Shhh, you’re okay baby…”, your eyes snap open at the sound of his voice.”
“It’s just me.” If anything, the panic comes back with a vengeance, making your voice shake when you say his name.
“Niki?”
He hums, looking at your tear streaked face with an expression you can’t name. It terrifies you all the same. He looks good because of course he does and for a second you wished he was normal because you’d like him then. If he wasn’t fucking crazy he’d have a guarantee of being your boyfriend instead of the one night stand from hell.
When Riki finally speaks, his voice is deceptively soft.
“Who was that?”
The blood drains from your body so fast it leaves you weak as you start to tremble. He means Kihyun. For some reason, you don’t want to tell him his name. It could be you being paranoid but you know if you do, you’d be putting him in danger. Taking a deep breath, you ask who.
“That guy. He was all over you— like you belonged to him and not me.”
He sneers before leaning in to trace your jaw with his lips, tongue falling out to lap at your racing pulse. Your heart skips a beat and against every instinct you know, your cunt throbs. It’s humiliating and more frightening than you can stand but you stay quiet and that just won’t do.
Letting go of your face, his hand lowers to wrap around your throat. Fear seizes you as you go completely still. His hand is so big it spans your neck completely, fingers tightening slightly.
“Say it.”
You hesitate.
“I-I—“, Riki’s expression hardens, pushing you more against the wall.
“You said it then—screamed it too. I want you to say it again now”, his tone leaves no room for argument, discussion or sane thinking, overwhelming you.
“Tell me you’re mine, baby.”
What if you say it just to get him off your case? You stop yourself before you can because he’s the type to take an inch out of a mile and he’ll follow you to the ends of the earth to do it. Spreading your fingers, Riki’s chest is firm under your trembling hands and before you can even think of pushing him away—
“Don’t run, you’ll only make me chase you.”
It’s both a threat and a promise, one you can’t break ever. A sob breaks from your chest, devastated and hopeless. Riki comforts you, kissing your face and whispering gently like he’s not the cause of your misery but at the same time your heart swells at how sweetly he consoles you.
“Just need to hear it, sweets, then I’ll make it better.”
He lets you cry it out, patiently and soothingly. Truth be told, he’s hard right now because the only other time he remembers you crying was in his bed, covered in his marks. You were so lovely but especially when you cried.
The hug tightens, comforting and suffocating.
“W-what”, you want to ask what he wants from you but you already know. Asking would only make him think you’re giving it to him. But how long could you realistically hold out? You can’t avoid him forever— can’t avoid the things you push out when you see him forever either. It’s late, you’re tired.
This round will just have to go to him.
“I-“, you take a deep breath, steeling yourself. “I want you to stop following me everywhere.”
It goes silent before he pulls back to look at you. A dark smile creeps across his face.
“No. I want to be wherever you are.” Frustration bubbles up inside you and you snap, all your emotions explode at their breaking point.
“Why?! It was one night— what don’t you get!”
He doesn’t yell back, simply shakes his head like you’re the one who doesn’t get it, before murmuring.
“It’s not my fault”,
“You are mine. You’re the reason I’m like this—the way you make me feel I don’t want any guy feeling like that about you and you aren’t allowed to feel that way about them either.”
You scoff in disbelief. Not allowed? He really is nuts.
“Today is proof. I leave you alone for a second —“, bullshit because you know he never left. “And they all come running to try and take you away from me, like that guy.”
Kihyun— but you won’t dare say another man’s name now.
Riki huffs, dropping his head to where your neck meets your shoulder, inhaling deeply as he calms down. It’s like your scent soothes him, grip loosening as he messily starts to suckle the skin there and a switch flips.
“I missed you.”
His kisses move across your neck after fingers wind in to pull your head back, exposing your throat to his hungry mouth, tongue licking up the expanse until he reaches your lips. Your head spins, confused, scared, guilty too because underneath the fact that you know you need to be as far away from Riki as possible— you want him.
A shiver licks up your spine at his tongue in your mouth, wet lips sliding together, cunt giving a painful throb when he groans in your throat. You tried so hard not to think about that night but she remembered, craving him ever since. So maybe that’s why when he pulls away, licking the string of spit away, your mouth moves before you can stop it.
“I missed you too…”
Riki’s eyes light up, this is the first time you said it back.
Your eyes are red and glossy, pretty face tired and miserable but you mean it. He’s always around but it paled to the attention he gave you when he was close. It’s dangerous this way, letting him pull you in just so you push deep and fall back into him anyways.
What’s worse is that you can’t even explain it. The pull. Yes, he’s attractive and you like his voice and the way he laughs and his single minded affection for you but what else. Why is it so hard for you not to give in?
Your head already hurts, just think about it later.
Hands find your waist as lifts you against the wall, your fingers running through his hair as he kisses you until his air becomes yours. Body temperatures rising, Riki moves his lips harder against yours, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, growling when he feels your tongue swipe across his teeth.
He pulls away panting, forehead to yours when he pleads,
“Please, baby…”, your resolve shatters at the soft kiss to the swell of your cheek.
“Tell me you’re mine.”
And you do.
Riki swarms you seconds after, high off of how you give in.
His hands and lips are everywhere, kissing your face and hands, neck all the way down your stomach as he drops to his knees. Heat plummets to your core when he pushes your skirt up to bury his face in your pussy, huffing your scent like an addict, a heady moan spills through his lips.
“Fuck, you smell so good...”
Biting your lip to hold back your noises, acutely aware that even though it’s dark out now, you’re still in public.
“Niki—what if s-someone sees?”
He shakes his head, ripping your pantyhose right at the middle so he can do the same to your underwear. Mouth watering when he sees your pussy again, wasting no time as he drags the flat of his tongue through your wet folds. Oh, how he missed your taste.
“If anyone sees, I’ll kill them.”
You freeze but he keeps going, sucking and biting, he whines when you try to push him back, nipping your clit in retaliation.
The pleasure is debilitating as he laps into you again, his tongue dipping shallowly into your soaked hole before flicking the underside of your clit. You gasp, chest tipping forward at his mouth suctioning over the nub, grinding his tongue against it as he sucks hard making you scream, high and desperate.
Wet smacks and slurps with pussydrunk groans from Riki vibrate your cunt—bringing you even closer as you shake, pulling his hair while he palms his dick through his pants before pulling it out altogether.
It’s debased— the way he goes at it. Sucking you off on his knees while messily stroking his fat cock all because you told him you’re his and that you missed him. At the same time, it’s also kinda poetic; how only you can make him this pathetic.
Broken moans burst from your chest when you’re cumming, grinding your pussy back and forth on his tongue. It’s bright and consuming, washing away everything but bliss and the man who dies to have you.
Riki’s mouth down to his neck are soaked in your cum as he sloppily licks you clean, jaw working hypnotically as he cums seconds later off your taste and you’re just as bad because you watch. Even after he’s done, resting his head on your leg, you don’t leave him— no you let him stay on his knees at your feet like you’re the only thing worth breathing for.
You’re scared but for a different reason entirely this time when you ask so softly the wind almost catches it,
“Would you seriously kill over me?”
He doesn’t hesitate.
“Yes.”
The monster before is nothing compared the monster you’ve created now.
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From then on, things began to spiral.
You only leave the house when you absolutely have to and you keep your relationships close as possible starting with Amu. After what happened between you and Riki the last time you ran into him, you can’t put it past him to not harm people he felt would take you away.
When you got home that night, she practically flew into your arms, worried out of her mind as she cried. The sound of her sobs broke your heart as you held her.
“And it just got later and later and you weren’t picking up the phone and your office hadn’t seen you either and I thought—“,
You know. She knows.
All the times you called her losing your mind when you’d see him and she’d come speeding to get you, witnessing firsthand the unnerving compulsion Riki had towards you. It’s also when you make the decision to not tell her everything that happened or your conversation, telling her some but not all since you were still coming to grips with it yourself.
That as much as you want Riki gone, you need him close which is dangerous; even more than him.
In short, you become a ghost. Work, home and that’s it. You leave before anyone else at work especially before Kihyun.
You don’t hit the club or go shopping, if you need something, you have it delivered and frequent check ins with Amu when she’s not home. For the sake of both your sanities, the humongous bouquets of flowers Jungwon regularly sends stay outside until someone takes them and absolutely no picking up calls from anyone not in the contacts.
Anytime you even think of the name starting with R or a face with too full lips, you run to the shower. Standing under an ice cold spray and physically washing him off you. You don’t care if it’s crazy, it’ll never be as insane as him so it’ll have to do.
Today you’re at work but half the usual office is gone since today marks the first day of the internship program they do.
Only a handful of workers who have been longer than a year are allowed to stay and work with them which you qualify for. They’re nice, shaking hands and speaking carefully, overly polite in the way you are when you’re new somewhere.
It’s a nice change of pace, calm even.
They have lunch together, nerves and smiles as you decide to pull in for the day, knowing your other senior peers can handle it. You’re walking out the building when another intern is just now walking back in.
He’s unfortunately, ridiculously cute. Your mouth drops for a second before you remember to be professional. His hair is the kind of blond that’s almost white, a pretty nose, not just tall but broad too and when he smiles you could swoon. The tag on his shirt that’s given to interns reads, ‘H. Kai’. He smiles and you’re smiling too as you pass, greeting him sweetly.
“Hi.”
A soft pink blushes his cheeks when he nods at you, saying it back softly as you go.
When you turn the corner, you freeze. It’s Riki and he doesn’t look happy.
A cold, still rage darkens his face and you have to tackle the urge to run.
“Ni—“,
“Who’s that guy you just said hi to?”
Your mouth opens and closes but no sound comes out, heart beginning to race as he stares you down.
“Why were you smiling at him like that?”
Backing up, you try to create at least a little distance but he’s right there, gaze endless and seething. Of all the times he’s accosted you, you’ve only seen him angry when it comes to other men. You don’t know why it took you so long to connect the dots.
“You’re jealous.”
The look he gives you could chill hell into an ice age, grabbing you by your wrist as he pulls you with him. Panic burns through your chest as he stays silent and no matter how hard you pull or claw at his fingers, you can’t break free. Riki doesn’t stop until you’re somewhere he deems secluded enough, grabbing your face to pull you into a rough kiss.
When you try to move your head away, he just follows you, moving to hold the back of your head so you have no other choice but to accept his kiss. Between the initial burst of fear and anxiety paired with your thrumming heart, you run out of air fast. Lungs burning while Riki kisses you even deeper.
Opening your mouth to try and breathe, Riki covers it with his before sliding his tongue in, petting the roof of your mouth as your ears begin to ring— heart hammering. You can’t breathe. Not when he’s blocking it like this. Dizziness starts to overtake you as a minute goes by then another and another.
You’re limp against him, black spots dancing in your darkening vision. He supports you, holds your body up while you start to lose consciousness, licking into your open mouth like he’s trying to get the last bits of honey out of a jar.
Only after does he pull away, licking his lips contently.
Now, you come with him.
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The first thing that comes to you is that you have terrible taste in men.
If you picked the safer choice instead of the hotter one, you wouldn’t be waking up in the bed of your one night stand who turned out to be a complete psychopath but here you are. Riki watches you come to consciousness laying next to you, eyes soft as you blink drowsily. Has he been watching you sleep this whole time?
“W-what—“ your mouth feels like it’s filled with cotton when you talk. “What’s going on? We’re…?”
He gets up to pass you a drink off the bedside table, holding the straw between your lips as you start to drink a bit but stop as you look at him.
“It’s okay, I didnt do anything weird to it.” To prove it, he takes a few sips before bringing it back to your lips. It’s unsettling, the way he watches you drink the chilled liquid with utter adoration in his eyes. When you’ve had enough, you pull away and he puts it back on the nightstand as you slowly sit up as you remember.
“You made me pass out.”
Sensing the distance you’re trying to put between you, Riki gently guides you back down on the bed, staying on top of you to keep you where he wants you. He doesn’t deny it, merely nodding as if it’s something that’s okay to do.
“I did”, nosing along your jaw, you shiver when you feel his breath.
“But it’s not my fault”, you have to close your eyes as his tongue curl around your pulse, smacking a wet kiss to it.
“It’s because of you.”
Heat begins to lap at your skin and you try to push him away. It doesn’t do anything but make him grab your hands, moving them to the nape of his neck when he brings his head under your shirt.
This was the worst possible day to go without a bra because the first lick has you saying fuck it as you throw caution to the wind. Riki can feel the pounding of your heart as he kisses over your breasts, first your left then your right. Your body begins to tingle as his kisses grow wetter around your nipples, moaning breathily. You watch his head move beneath your shirt, grinding down against your pussy whenever you jolt at a particularly hard bite.
Licking the flat of his tongue against the swollen buds, Riki goes nice and slow so you can really feel it before his teeth close over it, sending electricity up your spine as you cry out—fingers digging into his neck. The leftover ache stings, blooming pain that makes you so wet when he slides your nipples from between his teeth to soothe them with generous wet laps of tongue.
Your eyes glaze over as he repeats the ministrations, moaning his name and it’s euphoric to him. Capturing a nipple between his teeth, he tugs, making you scream before releasing it, watching it jiggle back into place as he laps at it in apology. Large hands under your lower back push your body up flush to his so when he rolls his hips into you, you feel everything.
It’s impossible to get over how big he is, you think. Your head is all floaty, high off the intoxicating mix of pain with pleasure. Starry eyes flutter back because it feels like you’re being eaten alive in the best ways possible. Riki’s mouth is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before as watery cries spill from your throat.
You hips twitch up, clothes adding friction as his cock catches on your clit. The reaction is instantaneous— your back arches while your thighs tremble, squeezing his hips.
“Riki—!”
His rhythm doesn’t falter at your out of pace hips, rocking with you until your voice pitches, lapping and biting your chest as your orgasm slams through you. Mouth dropping in a shrill moan, your nipples burning even as he licks them, the buds puffy and stiff from his overwhelming attention.
He reappears from under your shirt to watch your face as you cum because of him. Sweat beading along your hairline, eyes glossy and unfocused while you cry so so prettily for him. Almost feral, Riki rips your shirt open.
The air is cool against your stinging oversensitive nipples, pussy throbbing in the aftershock. It’s hot and his shirt is the next to go, whipping it off to reveal his toned torso before dropping down to kiss you.
Unlike his other kisses, this one screams possession—that you’re his and his alone.
No saying hi to any guys that aren’t him.
No smiling at any guys that aren’t him.
He’ll kill them and keep you.
Your skirt is next, followed by your wet panties. Sliding the fabric off, he doesn’t toss them, instead he holds them to his face as your cheeks burn when he inhales— groaning rough and ruined in his chest. A shaky breath pushes from your lungs, eyes wide as he strips out of his pants and boxers to stand in front of you naked.
Everything suddenly feels more real.
The fact that you shouldn’t be here with him like this because he’s obsessed, Amu is probably blowing your phone up, but most importantly he’s dangerous. Nothing good can possibly come from a relationship with him, right?
Fingers wrap around your ankles while you’re lost in thought, letting out a startled shriek when he yanks you to him. You open your mouth to protest but Riki cuts you off with another melty kiss, toned arms trapping you in. He pulls away rub the tips of your noses together, the way he almost stares into you shakes everything about the way you thought you felt.
“Don’t say no…”
You can’t.
Not when you feel the way you do, pulling him down for a kiss instead, whining into his mouth as he hooks your legs over his shoulders. The head of his cock meets your entrance but he doesn’t push in immediately.
“I like you so much, pretty…”, you feel your eyes start to water as you nod, emotions swirling.
“I’ve never been this out of my mind until I met you”, he kisses you again, sweetly as he rocks his hips forward. The pressure pops, leaving just the tip inside as you moan in unison, holding onto him through the burn of the stretch.
You shiver, that sweltering heat back with a new kind of force, making your walls pulsate around him as if begging him for more. Riki doesn’t yet, holding back as he tells you again,
“I like you.”
Sniffling wetly, you nod at him, dazed and so torn as you stare into his face.
“I know.”
He pushes in more, hissing at how your soaked pussy hugs tight around him. This might be the worst decision of your life but you can’t take it anymore. The running, the hiding, the constant fear of looking over your shoulder and pretending like your heart doesn’t flutter even before it drops when you see him.
Everything’s so overwhelming, you feel full and empty at the same time as you cling to him. Riki is big so he has to force himself in a bit, moaning when you flutter around him. The sound is pained and wrecked by how badly he’d been needing this—needing you and now you’re here, right where you should be.
“Like me back”, he whines, pelvis flush to yours before he pulls out to slam his hips forward, hitting that spot that makes you sob and the sound makes him lose it.
You’re so fucking wet, strings of your slick drip off his cock every time he pulls out, wetting him up as he fucks you with deep, smooth strokes. The drag of his cock is intense, turning your brain to mush when it pulls against your snug walls in dizzying fullness.
“So tight— nobody else, baby?”
Gritting out the question through tight teeth as he bullies his cock in, making it fit with every brutal thrust. You’re completely delirious, already on the brink of another soul ending orgasm but much to his delight you shake your head, panting.
“N- ngh! No…jus’ you—!” Or better translated, you haven’t let anyone touch you since the night you spent with him and his eyes flash.
“Ohhh, good girl”, he breaths, eyes rolling when your pussy spurts more slick at the petname. “My good fuckin’ girl, yeah?” You sob, overwhelmed with pleasure.
“Ah!—uh huh!”
His smile is too angelic for the devilish way he manipulates your body. Angling your hips up, he settles into a pace that has him knocking into that tender spot nestled inside you with ease. Struggling to even breathe, your warbled moans turn shrill when his pelvis slams against your clit more.
A vulgar, almost inhuman sound forces it’s way from your throat and it makes Riki’s spine tingle. Bending down to catch you in a kiss full of spit and tongue, your eyes roll straight into the back of your head while your stuffed cunt sensitively flutters around him as you cum.
Your orgasm takes you in a way that wipes you clean, turning you into a blank slate— stars dancing in your vision as you drool, falling limp on the sheets.
Riki watches you die and come back alive in real time, a bottomless hunger in his blown pupils as he’s consumed with the need to have you until you’re in his bones, holding back his orgasm off sheer will alone.
You’re a mess— sobbing, screaming, squirting and begging when he starts back up. The steady push and pull of his heavy cock in your pulpy cunt drives you off the cliffs of your sanity as you claw at him. Pain lights across your nervous system when you feel him bite, the same as last time, marking you so viciously you almost bleed before he’s licking the indents.
“You are mine”, he rumbles, voice low and distant. “You belong only to me…”
He fucks you like he’s trying to prove it to you, like there’s no other way of life for him without you in it.
The steady thrusts turn rattling as your greedy cunt swallows him whole. There won’t be anymore confusion after this, you’ll stay his this time but what scares you is that you want it, cumming at just the thought of being kept like this all the time. His and his alone while his rhythm becomes frantic, fueled by desperation as he begs.
“Please”, Riki kisses his marks before kissing your lips, gasping as he fights how he’s unraveling.
“Please like me back”, When he kisses you again, you kiss back just as fervently, lapping at each others tongues between hot moans as you rasp his name and finally stop fighting yourself.
“I do like you—“, a guttural groan shreds his chest apart when he cums, burrowing himself into you as deep as he can when you’re suddenly flooding with warmth.
He’s already too big but now he’s too deep, sending your cunt into a pulsating episode, squeezing down on his cock so violently your screams make your own ears ring. Riki refuses to stop, pumping his hips to ride out the mind-numbing waves of ecstasy as your pussy erupts, spraying his abs in your cum.
Blindly, you smack his arm, trying to make him realize that he needs to pull the fuck out because the pressure on your guts is too much when he rocks forward—sending you into another squirting fit as you become pure static.
“I love you”, he coos, making you take it with hearts in his eyes. “My pretty girl…”
By the time he decides you’re done, the bed is beyond saving and you’re a puff of air away from being comatose while your soul enjoys a round trip out of your body.
Riki is extra soft then, feeling a bit guilty for overdoing it again after you admitted that you like him. You’re so still it makes him nervous but you’re breathing and that’s what counts. Kissing your cheeks, then forehead, down the bridge of your nose to your lips, he nuzzles you one last time.
“I’ll be right back, I’m gonna draw a bath for us.”
He watches your breathing even out before he goes, steps light.
X
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Warm water and gentle lights greet you when you wake up, blinking blearily as you look around the space.
“Feel okay, baby?”
Riki whispers against the back of your shoulder, kissing the skin softly. Strangely, there’s no rush to get away from him, leaning back into his arms among the sweet scented bubbles as you nod.
“Never better.”
Before you can relax too much, you remember something important,
“My phone?”
Riki hums, pressing you closer to enjoy the silky feel of your softness against him before responding.
“Check it after we get out”, you kiss him back when he captures your mouth with a sweltering devotion. Affection strikes through your chest as he moves his lips with yours like he plans for you two to be a while….
An hour later, finally in the bedroom and somewhat clothed, Riki lays his head in your lap as you check your messages—clicking on Amu’s thread.
The latest message was not sent by you but by the man practically purring up a storm in your lap. It’s a picture of him smiling brightly next to your naked sleeping form followed by a flurry of threats from her swearing hell unto the galaxy if you weren’t safe.
˗ˋˏ ♡CW- : explicit language, dirty talk, my obsession with his lips manifested itself into this, petnames, dryhvmping, dirty talk, downbad Riki, spit and tongue stuff, and a whole lot of makeouts<333
! ˚ ༘ ❄︎ ⋆｡ can be read as part of the bestfriend! au or as a stand-alone :)
˚ ༘ ❄︎ ⋆｡˚wordcount— 2.6K
꒰ঌevery 1 already knows English is not my first language໒꒱
Riki has always loved your lips— you know that.
The fullness, the shape, all those yummy smelling chapsticks and pretty glosses you wore constantly made his heart pump faster, stare a little longer. Riki is considerate enough not to go out of his way to accost you…at first. Everything changes after something you’ve since dubbed ‘the incident’.
You were spending what had to be night 7265913 at Riki’s, cuddling while some YouTuber drama droned on from the tv in the background. He was trying to listen— yes, he knows you don’t like Jackie Aina or Patrick Ta and he doesn’t either in solidarity but the point is quickly lost the more he focuses on your bare leg that’s thrown over his waist, soft skin warm and smelling like fresh cream from your shower not even an hour ago.
His thumb is circling the exposed skin of your waist, lidded eyes watching your lips move. You don’t notice at first, only that his hands are gradually moving more— squeezing, caressing, fingertips fluttering near the hem of your shorts. Blood is already traveling south just from being so close to you and honestly it just slips out.
“What’s your favorite part of my body?”
You pause mid sentence to look down at him. Confused because it’s so random but you decide to indulge him. What’s the harm?
If only you trusted your instincts that you know your boyfriend to be a menace and that no amount of soft lighting from the television would change that; you would’ve answered that question over text where it was safe. Instead you study him and the lovely points of his own face. Beauty marks scattered across the perfect expanse of his high cheekbones, sharp jawline, intense eyes and…
“Your lips.”
Riki was attractive through and through but the one thing about him that always stood out to you was his lips.
“So full and soft..”, you lean down to give him a firm kiss, voice low and hypnotic. “All pink and pretty…”.
You don’t get to say much else because after that you immediately find yourself on your back with him on top of you.
The tv noise becomes fuzz in your head when he slots his mouth over yours, kissing you like it’s something he’d been holding back all day and you had no clue what you just set free. Thick lips move hungrily against your gasping mouth, one hand tightening around your waist while the other clasps around your throat. The sudden onslaught of fire that courses through you is so molten it leaves you breathless as you let out a weak whine.
Riki’s broad tongue laps the sound up as he slides his tongue in your mouth. You let him take you over, stroking the muscle with your own tongue and he feels his eyes flutter behind closed lids.
He’ll never get tired of this.
There’s something about the wet push and pull of your swollen lips, your heady, sweet taste against his pallet with the delicious pressure of how hard he is as you start to grind together— it’s heaven. You’re so warm too, so tender beneath him that it makes him ravenous.
Ripping his mouth off yours, you struggle in a deep breath while Riki sucks your bottom lip, holding you closer, purring low in his chest before surging his mouth back over yours.
The kiss is wetter now, his hand tightening around your neck as he kisses you with open mouth. You sound so good, taste so good, feel so fucking good he’s getting goosebumps and you’re lightheaded. Each heavy roll of his hips grinds his engorged length harder between your pussy lips; through your clothes and right over your throbbing clit.
Hotly, the swollen plushness of his lips give under the pressure he’s on yours with as your hearts race. It’s too much— twisting your head away to breathe, not even that stops him because the second you open your mouth to pant out his name so he can wait, he’s already sucking your tongue with a shameless desperation.
Liquid heat bowls down to your gut and your hips jerk up, the wet fabric of your panties catching so perfectly on your clit while Niki kisses you blind. He can’t stop— doesn’t want to either and it gets so much better when your fingers rake through his scalp, leaving a hail of shivers down his spine when they tighten along the sensitive hair on the nape of his neck. The air in the room has gone from warm to sweat-inducing— his heavy kisses growing drenched and sticky, lips smacking together as you flood his system.
Gasping for air, Niki pulls back no further than he absolutely has to but he’s still unable to withstand the borderline fever taking over him, resting his forehead back on yours. The proximity doesn’t help—he’s so turned on he can’t even think straight.
“All pink and pretty…”, your voice rings in his head.
Fuck.
It’s too strong—too hot, scorching a trickling trail below his bellybutton. He needs more. The way you writhe against him; shared saliva coating your lips and palette only sharpens the edges of his lust when he whispers against your wet lips,
“Open your mouth, baby. Gimme your tongue.”
Your heart skips. Squeezing your thighs around his middle, you look—really look— at him. His chest is heaving like he’s run a marathon and gearing up to run 10 more, his pupils completely span his iris with his skin flushed to all hell with a wet mouth and puffy lips. You must take too long to answer because he thrusts his hips down into yours like he’s fucking you, whining needily at your lips.
“Open— please—need it, pretty..”. Fuck.
If you were better at heeding warnings, you’d have pushed him off of you then and there but because you’re a dumbass who likes the stupid prizes you get from playing stupid games— you open your mouth and let your tongue fall out.
Groaning raw in his throat, the sight sends a pang straight to his dick making it throb where it’s pressed against you. Warm breaths coast into your mouth when he coos against the sensitive wetness on your spit-slick tastebuds and you’re so aroused even your cunt seems to have her own heartbeat.
“Look at it twitch…so sensitive”, he whispers, eyes dazed and blown. “Just like your pussy, yeah?”
His answer is a wrecked little moan when he presses his lips to your drenched tongue in a filthy wet smooch— letting his own tongue fall out to lap hotly up the length of yours, eyes lidded in the filthy bliss of it all. The constricting of your oxygen tips your body into oversensitivity as Riki sucks the wriggling muscle into his mouth.
Hes being gross, he knows but your mouth. A low groan vibrates his chest.
You can’t think anymore— blood thrumming while moans spill from your throat, ears burning with every slurp followed by a messy grind into your cunt. The sounds of your sloppy kissing ring out utterly depraved, completely debauched as you both go on like that. Right up until that restless jittery heat crashes over and he drags you into its searing depths with him— shaking from the intensity.
For a second, you think you blackout until you feel a heavy weight on top of you paired with puffy lips suckling and biting at your cheeks and jaw. He shudders at the sound you make when he drags his teeth down, scraping them down your pulse with fluttering teases of tongue.
Riki swears he’s losing his mind. Despite what just happened he’s still rock hard like he didn’t just cum all in his boxers and he doesn’t know what to do with himself with you looking up at him so dazed and pretty— lips shining with spit.
While it ended up being a long night for you, his kissy streak didn’t end there.
It starts to become an obsession.
Whenever he remembers that you not only find him attractive but that his lips are your favorite the same way your lips are his and suddenly he’s tugging you away with excuses of there being some emergency only to find out the ‘emergency’ is his need to have you flat to the nearest surface with his annoyingly juicy lips on yours.
“Just a little bit, babydoll— please?”
And you’re just as bad because even when you know Riki likes to take a mile out of an inch, leaving you with slick dripping down the inside of your leg while his mouth sucks away at yours; you still say yes every time.
You’re playing with fire and he takes full advantage of it. After all, your friends still don’t know you two are way past friendship and dating now but Riki truly can’t help it. He just wants to touch, wants to discover all the nasty things you’d let him to you— devilish eyes and that smart mouth moaning that you’re his. He’d do anything you wanted just to have you sweet and dripping— pliant as you are now.
“Niki…”, he watches your spit slick lips gasp his name with hazy eyes; crowding you on top of the sink inside the lavish bathroom.
Part of him feels guilty because this certainly isn’t the place or the time. You’re his plus one for his sisters wedding yet as the laughing, music and dancing go on outside; drunk guests stumbling about— he’s got you in here.
It’s really not his fault.
You look good enough to eat but the same sentiment also more than applies to him. His suit jacket is long abandoned, sleeves of his crisp white shirt rolled to his elbows with a couple buttons undone to fight the heat pumping through him as his tie hangs off his neck and oh god his haircut.
Sliding the soft satin of your dress up, he takes your calf in hand, keeping his eyes locked on yours while he kisses down to the inside of your knee before wrapping it around his waist and doing the same to your other leg. Biting his lip when he rasps out a groan, voice honey slick.
“I can’t wait until this is us one day,”
The nagging feeling of the cold sink beneath your ass with your back plastered to the mirror evaporates under his mouth. He kisses you slow this time but no less consuming— letting you really feel those flames licking up your body making you melt for him. Your head dips back and he follows, sloppily lapping into the wet cavern with a mean suck to your lips, growling at the throaty moan that shoots from you.
“After I put a pretty ring on your finger and ruin you just like you’ve ruined me.”
Riki won’t deny the pleasure that pulses in his chest when you choke at his words, staring at him with wide eyes before he’s kissing you again.
As he swallows your whimpers, tongue slotting against yours, he swears that each match you’ve struck with him has been soaked in gasoline because this need to breathe the oxygen from your very lungs can’t be normal.
He’s messily feeding off the wet, pleasured moans from your mouth but he’s still starving. His cheeks hallow from the suction he’s using on your tongue, spit leaving a messy trail on your chins. Pretty nails drag up the expanse of his wide shoulders, trying to hold on so you don’t get carried away but Riki is determined.
The kiss becomes sweltering; heady and sappy like melted molasses. His full lips smack tackily against yours thanks to the gloss he’s already half licked off you as his tongue flicks to taste, laving against the roof of your mouth, back molars—even the inside of your cheeks. Your hitching breath is just as sweet, just as longing; sugar in the endless depths of his want and oh—
You dissolve like fresh cotton candy.
When he finally lets you push him off, the warmed air has a tangible current as you stare each other down, chests heaving.
He’s a mess.
Your lip stain painted across his mouth like a condemning verdict, pressed shirt undone and wrinkled now. Reception be damned, you just want him to take you home because you have a feeling—
“M’sorry baby, got a little carried away but how about this? One more kiss and I swear I’ll be good”— is a total lie.
You’ll give him one more and it’ll give to a second one that’ll be heavier, then the third—wetter, the fourth even sloppier. Anything after that he’ll be between your legs dry-humping you to a screeching orgasm then using the mess as lube to fuck you senseless all while kissing you like he’ll run out of air if he doesn’t.
Blood is already pooling in his groin, solidifying his hunger as he kisses you again, swollen length rutting against you harder. Your hands fist tight in his hair and Riki moans, lapping at you filthier. A large hand braces along your back to feel it arch and curve; ready to keep your mouth flush to his puffy lips as he flips your dress up and—
“Aah! W-wait”, you throw your head in the opposite direction, pleading before you end up giving in.
“Home, let’s go home— not here…”, you trail off while he’s no longer trying to actively consume you; taking the opening and running with it while you have his attention.
“I don’t think your sister would appreciate us ruining the sanctity of her very expensive wedding venue bathroom..”
Goddamnit.
He lets out a heavy sigh into your cleavage because you’re right. If he was trying to get Konon to never speak to him again— being caught like this with you on one of the most significant occasions in her life would certainly do the job.
Then again, he’s fucking hard.
The throbbing of his dick is incessant, visibly stiff through his slacks. It’s borderline painful when he captures your mouth in one final bruising kiss. Enjoying the wetness of your equally swollen lips before pulling away with a feverish lick to the inside of your cheek. You’re left gasping while Riki looks at you like he didn’t do that on purpose, flinging your body into lava with his mouth alone.
Riki helps you down and you two make yourselves as presentable as you can. It’s a feat that you manage to ignore his hands on your waist when you bend over, facing the mirror to touch up your makeup and redo your lip combo. He’s shameless then too—grinding his erection between your asscheeks as he watches you line and gloss your lips through dark molten eyes, biting his lip until you’re done.
Opening the door for you, hungry eyes stare you down as you stroll through, flicking him a look of your own.
“You okay? You look a little winded, baby.”
The smirk is audible, his teasing voice laced with amusement. Of course the correct thing to do would be to ignore him. Again, if you liked living without an ice pack to your mouth and back pain later— you wouldn’t provoke him.
Oh well.
“Cute. You pitch a tent like that for all campers or just me?”
He swears, the curse hissed lowly into your ear as you make your way towards his family, smiling at the beautiful bride as you get closer to the long table with every step.
“Mhmm, keep playing with me.”
You’re snickering now but he couldn’t be more serious as that little voice warning you about playing stupid games gets louder. Riki lets out a strained breath, his hand pressing into your lower back, more than a little pent up and you’re only making it worse when you quickly turn to look at him.
“Go suck it.”
You mouth, drawing dangerously closer to their table and you’ll live to regret that later as he leans down over your shoulder to whisper in your ear.
“Baby, that’s the tamest thing I’m gonna do to you.”
rﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ random texts w/ Riki and his best friend turned gf! _ x3
* . A continuation of this ^_^!
ೀ⋆｡˚ contains x established relationships, very chalant Niki, petnames, flirting, sxxting, kinda, he’s trying to behave but he needs that, reader is a tease, cursing, explicit language of the non swearing variety(wink wink), he really needs to stop swearing stuff on Jay’s life💀, exhibitionism mention, it’s not his fault he’s just like this because of the beach🙃
₊·—̳͟͞͞ ꒰ঌᰔᩚ໒꒱— Pairings— A Chrome Hearts boy and his high maintenance girlfriend that looks like the song “Love Potions”.
❥ ˚₊·CW>>>: ANGST, a very rare sighting on my blog bc I hateeeee that shit, crying, can be read as part of the best!friend/secretly dating au, or not it can be separate too, Niki is trying his best😭, mentions of an unnamed best friend, emotional struggles, emotion insecurity, friendship insecurity, CRYING, Niki is spiraling the entire time, your big dog just wants you to feel better :(, petnames and comfort with fluff, this was not supposed to be this sad next Riki fic will be much s+xier I swear💀💔
.° • '+A/N= English is not my first language, sorry any mistakes.
also I miss my best friend. she’s still alive and stuff just she’s in NC and I’m in NY.
The saying “calm before the storm” never made sense to Riki.
There was hardly any calm leading up to any kind of disaster— that’s how you know it’s coming in the first place, right. However, that only applies to certain things. Things he can prevent for or at least prepare for. He’s always been good at thinking on his feet, coming up with solutions efficiently and effectively.
Except when it came to you.
Which is why he’s on his knees so he can at least look in your face as your head hangs while his heart races.
You’re crying and it’s killing him.
There had been total calm before this storm— you’d been the same as you always were.
Pretty, mean, critical and utterly hypnotizing to him just by walking through the door telling him about your day. Rambling and fussing about anything that came to mind. Riki listened, asking questions to let you know he really was paying attention then holding out his arms when you padded towards him to collapse into his hug like you always did.
You’d been annoyed a few times but overall it didn’t seem like you had a bad day. So, leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. Partly out of habit but also because you soothed him. The familiar comfort of touch he only felt with you, the smell of your perfume or lotion, how you’d track makeup and glitter on his clothes whenever you hung out. When you look at him, he kisses you softly and whispers as genuinely as possible against your lips,
“Missed you…”
You freeze.
Of the bat he’s hit with this sinking feeling. Urging that he he missed something but he couldn’t figure out what. You didn’t cry often so he didn’t exactly know what it looked like when you were going to but he learns fast.
It starts with rapid blinking followed by the uneven breaths that make you chest stutter seconds before your pretty face drops, brows drawing together in pain as the tears begin to fall.
In all his life, Riki has never had his heart plummet so fast.
Time seems to stop as blood rushes through his ears. It feels like there’s a giant spike at the bottom of his stomach, piercing his collapsed heart in two when you take a deep breath only for it to end in a pained cry.
The sound has a lump forming in his own throat as he fights back tears. He doesn’t even realize he’s shaking until he reaches his hand out to guide your face to his but you won’t. Comforting others is tricky for him but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t give you his best shot. It’s not so much that you don’t want him to be there for you but your appearance is important to you.
He knows because you’ve told him but he doesn’t care that your makeup is running or that you might not be a pretty crier (completely untrue he’s seen and made you cry but now is not the time), he just wants to be there for you; as you are.
“Baby…?”
You still won’t look at him and his knees hit the carpet before he can think, eyes searching your face while yours are clenched shut in a poor attempt to stop the tears.
“What’s wrong? Talk to me, sweets—“,
He’s trying not to sound panicked to avoid stressing you more but he’s not sure it’s working and he’s scared.
What should he do?
You’re hurting and gods above it’s killing him.
Shaking with heaving breaths, you wipe your eyes, smearing the black of your eyeliner. Each hiccuping sob rips through him and it’s too much.
The hold on your hands tightens, Riki pulling you down in one clumsy moment to wrap strong arms around you. Crushing you to his chest, his voice is desperate and soft.
“Please”, he has to close his eyes to keep his own tears at bay.
“Please don’t cry… I-I—“, Deep breaths.
“I’m here, I’ve got you so please, baby— don’t cry”,
“Can’t take it when you cry.”
Niki doesn’t realize it but his hold has tightened like you’ll evaporate if he’s not careful enough, speaking so tenderly like he’ll can turn his words to salve if it means healing whatever is hurting you.
It’s gut wrenching. The silence, you crumpling against him, the uncertainty of if he’s being enough or if you feel alone in it. Not to mention that he still doesn’t know what caused this. Was it his fault? Technically he was the last to speak so maybe?
Guilt swarms him with a surge so intense it leaves him nauseous and before he can open his mouth to shower you with apologies, you sniffle.
“I just miss her…”
He’s not even breathing anymore, unconsciously rocking you back and forth until you speak again.
“My friend—she’s like a sister to me…we haven’t talked in a while so when you told me you missed me I thought of—”, your throat tightens and the burn has a fresh wave tears welling up in your eyes.
Now, Riki is not the most religious man in the world but in the moment hes praying to every higher power out there with everything in him for you to feel better before he resorts to drastic measures.
He’s talking inventing a new lip gloss brand with the first shade named after you, a sculpture bigger than lady liberty but painted in the scattered beauty of your moods, becoming an astronaut so he can go to space and bring you back a star just so you can have something that properly reflects your wonder. He’d become the moon itself if it meant you’d be comforted to sleep by his glow.
He might be acting dramatic but he can’t help it. You mean more to him than you’ll ever know, more than he can ever verbally express.
So he holds you and listens.
Until your breaths even out, no more of that choked staccato or painful sobs. You talk about her fondly and in such a way that it’s clear to him that you’ve been holding this in for a while. He understands because he knows you— you hate lingering on things. Preferring to get off the top of the stove before it got too hot. You loved ‘girlhood’ even though most girls weren’t the nicest judges of you so to him it further proved that your long-distance friend is one of a kind.
“She sounds good for you; like a sister— it makes sense that you miss her..”,
The sigh you let out shoots a hole clean through him.
“…do you think she misses me too?”
Shyness hushes your voice, making you sound almost timid because you’re usually not this open; constantly avoiding going too deep. This time you don’t run from it, instead you’re trusting him to have you.
“I do.”
You raise your head to finally look at him. Riki’s eyes soften in a way that makes all your bad days seem like forever ago when he kisses the bridge of your nose.
“You’re too easy to miss”, he hums, pressing another kiss to your left cheek.
“For example—you’re spending the night today but I already miss you because I know you won’t sleepover again until the day after.”
A soft giggle, tickled and horribly smitten leaves you and it warms him like the first rays of sunlight on grass that’s been buried beneath snow all winter. Just like he knew it’d be, your makeup is unsalvageable but it couldn’t matter less because it’s you he finds so appealing.
You melt into him, body relaxing as you let him pick you up, carrying you to your favorite cuddle spot on the couch. The quiet is less heavy now that you let it out, nuzzling deeper against him as your thoughts drift to her every now and then.
“The two of you are close so maybe you should just text her— tell her that you miss her.”
He not so subtly watches your reaction with bated breaths in case he’s horribly fucked up and made the love of his life start crying again. Much to his relief you hum, contemplating.
“…okay.
“Yeah?”
He sounds so happy for you that it has you fighting a reluctant grin as you nod and are immediately swarmed with a flurry of kisses. Loud, obnoxious smooches are all over your face, Niki praising you excitedly.
“That’s my baby; fighting for girlhood—yesss! Tell her how you feel!”
“You make it sound like I’m in love with her—“,
He ignores you, content now that you’re feeling better. You pull out your phone and he watches you text her with practically shining eyes, eager for her to text back and ease your worries. This is a big step because he knows it’s not easy to open up and tell someone that you miss them and you want them to miss you too. That kind of thing is tough whether you’re close or not. He’s just glad you’re not dealing with it alone.
A yawn grabs his attention, his dark eyes flicking to look down at your sweet face.
“Im sleepy—thanks for being the best boyfriend ever, I love you.”
Another deep breath.
He’s grown, he will not giggle but inside he’s floating; your words ringing in his head.
Best boyfriend. Best boyfriend ever. You love him. Biggest dick, biggest dick ever, you love him. Best boyfriend who’s unbelievably tall, fine, hot and sexy and you love him. Best boyfriend ever, best at taking care of you, top tier and ungodly good looking and you love him.
Yes, you said all that verbatim— his delusion memory is perfect.
“I love you more baby, don’t gotta thank me…”
You hum tiredly, sliding your hands under his shirt to rub his warm back, yawning one more time before your breaths steadily start to deepen. He coos softly, watching you with fond eyes.
˚ ❄︎⋆｡˚ —CW—: NSFW, as per usual; please be careful reading this because this too was written in rebellion to the lack of non vanilla Enhypen smut, fem!reader, mentions of drinking and alcohol, non!idol au, one sided frenemies to complicated potential lovers with one being in denial, oddly specific I know, cursing, tension, insults, emotional vulnerability, emotional insecurity, Heeseung respects women— with that being said, concerningly filthy dirty talk, he spits in ur mouth😭, multiple times umm, dirty talk, kissing, brat taming, praise, teaspoon of humiliation, fingering, edging, hair pulling, pussy bullying, dacryphila, begging, dom leaning Hee, corruption kink I think?, degradation, he’s also lowkey very possessive, bondage, crazy pussy eating, flirting, edging, disgusting kissing, consent, sneaking around, dirty talk, blindfolds, restraints, K I S S I N G, toe sucking, he really is undercover pervert in this lmao, multiple sex scenes, spit k+nk, multiple orgasms, squirting, slight mind break, aftercare of course, petnames— baby, sweetheart, good girl, you get it.
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❄︎!!A/N—English is not my first language, so please forgive any typos or mistakes. Also, this was hard to write because I kept picturing him blonde and I was notttt fw it😭 and let me know if the font color is hard to see and I will change<333!
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First you’d like to start by making it clear— you love your friends.
They’ve been there for you through most things that would send other people running for the hills. Embarrassing crushes, the eventual drift between you and your parents, getting your heart broken then holing up in your place until they came to pull you out, blackout drunk party nights and even the failed job interviews.
They’ve seen, supported and loved you through it all. That’s why when they invite a new person into your group, you’re wary.
Enter Lee Heeseung.
He’s pleasant enough. Not just to be around but to look at too and in a perfect world, he’d be your exact type, just—
“You sure you guys are going to be comfortable in that? Bring a jacket. It’s gonna be cold later.”
“Don’t eat all that sugar— you know it’ll upset your stomach.”
“Here. I’ll put it in my phone because I know you guys will forget.”
He’s the mom friend.
Never taking more than one drink because he needs to be the designated driver, always checking everyone’s location when you’re out together and if you haven’t moved for too long then he’s there to check in. The one who always has extra things that you all would typically forget but wind up needing later.
Tissues, hair ties, he even found Riki’s best friends earring when she had lost it at a party with him. It all just rubs you the wrong way.
He’s always so pleasant. Too pleasant; cool toned even and neutral about absolutely everything but gets along just swell with everyone. To them that’s ‘just how he is’. Easygoing, charming, charismatic and mature. You’ve never so much as seen him annoyed, let alone pissed off, like he’s above the drama of baser emotions.
Anger, jealousy, embarrassment, arousal, etc.
Call it curiosity or trauma; your unwillingness to relax with someone who only has one dimension and risk sipping tea with someone who could potentially be the enemy. Yet, as you stated earlier: you love your friends and you didn’t want the cliché cataclysmic ending of your group because of the new guy so you kept your suspicions about Heeseung to yourself.
What those suspicions are, you’re not entirely sure. Just that you want see for yourself that he’s not as above everything as he acts.
With that, you decided to make it a personal mission to get under his skin. Heeseung was so cold…
What would he be like burning?
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It was Wednesday night.
Wednesday nights were the unofficial check in night of the week at your place. You’d lay around, fill each other in on stuff that happened while you were apart like gossip, hyperfixations, possible beefs, airdropped thirst traps and the like. Heeseung listens and comments but he wouldn’t talk much about himself. He knew almost everything there was to know about your friends but you all knew next to nothing about him.
“—and I know it’s a stupid thing to cry about but I told them 4 times that I didn’t want mustard.” Chie flops onto the carpet with a groan, retelling the lunch break from hell. “The first bite I took? Mouth full of it.”
“That’s what she said”. Jungwon chuckles from on the couch, high-fiving Kai when he laughs too. It’s so stupid you smile, shaking your head while Chie protests that this is a very serious topic and not the time for ‘that’s what she said’ jokes, looking to you with a pout so you can come to her rescue.
“Technically that wouldn’t be what she said— unless guys like teeth?” Your words turn their laughter to a pained hiss just imagining it. Chie comes to put her head in your lap, snuggling against your thighs like a cat as you coo, petting through her hair and Mina scoffs.
“You spoil her too much— s’ why she acts like such a baby now.” You hush her, throwing the pillow behind your seat at her head.
“That’s okay, she’s my baby and Won if you say ‘that’s what she said’ with your single ass—“
“Okay, okay! No fighting tonight, please guys?” Kai cuts you off only to space out before blurting, “Wait—do some guys like teeth?” The room sighs and you seem to be the only one willing to answer.
“I think so. Ask my new co-worker, apparently all he dates are piranhas.” Jay shifts in his seat uncomfortably.
“That can’t be fun.” You shrug.
“I don’t have a penis so I wouldn’t know.” It’s that sentence that has a new set of eyes, silent and intense searing into you.
“You could find out.”
You blink—warm weight settles in your chest and you try to blink away the quickening of your heart. Snapping your head in his direction, your breath catches when you find him already looking at you. Heeseung. Brushing off the increasing of your heartbeat as a newly developed condition and nothing more, you scoff.
“Oh? How would I go about that, Einstein?”
His dark eyes seem to stare right through you from beneath his hood. He’s wearing all black today— a baggy relaxed fit that shouldn’t look so good for a guy that carries around iron pills in his backpack for his friends.
He doesn’t flinch at your tone. Instead his words are slow, unhurried and unashamed.
“You know… guys eat pussy. They could use teeth too.”
It’s not telling at all the deep breath you suck in, eyes widening half a fraction as your lips part. Heeseung notices it all but you’d never know that as he leans closer; expensive cologne cloying your senses when he whispers,
“You don’t have a dick but your clit is just as sensitive—if not more, yeah?”
His voice is low, amused and controlled. As if he didn’t just send you spiraling by saying such a vulgar statement in the calmest tone. Even as your friends hum and debate it in the background. Teeth or no teeth, if there’s such thing as too wet, how Kai doesn’t like piranhas but a mean girl could be the death of him, even Esther’s boss who looks like he bites. Heeseung still hasn’t taken his eyes off you— completely unaffected. He might as well have been talking about the weather and the urge to provoke something from him shoots through you.
“Are you a biter then, Heeseung?”
He lets the lilting accusation in your tone roll over his broad shoulders, facing your scrutiny head on when his voice drops half an octave.
“Oh, sweetheart..”, he croons, “I’m a lot of things.”
You don’t say anything back but he catches the quick clench of your thighs when Chie moves.
He gets along with your friends the way he gets on with everyone else. People just tend to like him. You’re different.
On the surface you tolerate him— not saying anything that would indicate otherwise or fuss when he comes around. In exchange, your eyes are constantly narrowed in suspicion whenever they’re on him. He isn’t stupid. Heeseung knows you don’t like him. You’re careful not to bring the mood down but you don’t share more with him than you absolutely have to; keeping him a maintainable distance at all times. As for why, he doesn’t have a single clue.
It’s okay, he doesn’t let it bother him but it doesn’t occur to him how irritating that trait can be.
The hangout continues as normal, your other friends oblivious to the undercurrent of tension thrumming between you two as Kai complains that Riki is never around.
“He even went to the Michael Jackson movie without me!”
“Because he went with his best friend, remember? The tall girl with the pretty everything.” Mina supplies and Won groans.
“How can we forget? They’re always together— it’s crazy they’re not dating at this point.” Jay shuts him down so fast it makes you feel bad.
“Not in a million years and don’t even think about saying that to them. You know how defensive he gets. We’d be hearing about it forever.”
Everything is the same as it always is.
At least it should be.
You spend the rest of your time together in a daze wondering just what he meant by that— the warmth from his whispered ‘sweetheart’ lingering on your skin like a dusting of powdered sugar. It’s both thrilling and irritating for you.
You’re supposed to be getting under his skin not the other way around but you’ve never heard him speak like that. He’s never been anything inappropriate or suggestive around you or your friends so perhaps that’s why it’s so jarring?
Eventually late becomes too late and one by one they all leave. Quick hugs and goodbyes along with a possible girl get together this weekend. As usual Heeseung is the last to go, having stayed to make sure everything is tidy enough and no one leaves behind anything important.
Walking him to the door in the name of being a good host, you can’t help but eye him as he puts on his boots, watching his long fingers tie the laces before standing back to his full height, locking eyes with you.
“You’re staring, sweetheart.” Immediately you bristle.
“Don’t call me that.”
“Why not? You don’t like me?” He asks calmly, breath warm against your face. Even his posture is languid— like he’s got all the time and patience in world. It sharpens your tongue something fierce when you snap at him, pretty face twisting in disdain.
“No! I don’t like you.” He hums softly, a slow smile growing on his lips; cheeky.
“I’ve noticed.”
His leaving becomes less going and more of a heated stare down. You’re so aggravated you don’t know what to do or how to put the lid back on something you’ve kept bottled up for months now. You dread thinking about how your friends would react if they ever learned you didn’t like Heeseung the way they did— and all over some hunch. Your stomach flips at his words, narrowing your eyes even more.
“You… noticed?” He hums again.
“It’s fine, though. You have the right to feel how you want about me.” He says oh so soothingly and you get that familiar urge, sicker than before to just push him. Drive him off that cliff that you know he has.
That feeling agitates your pulse with each passing beat of silence, rationale flying out the window as you give into it, lips curving into a mean sneer.
“And if I feel like you’re a fake little bitch who couldn’t develop a personality if it fucked him in the ass then what? That’s fine too?”
It’s a low blow but it gets you to glimpse it. The twitch of his eye— something hard flashing beneath their depths.
“Of course”, his voice is lax as usual but the force lingering behind it makes you grin. “If that’s why you don’t like me.” You tilt your head, shrugging like he bores you.
“It is. That and the fact that i don’t like empty things.”
The way the air seems to still should’ve been your first warning to shut your mouth. You feel it, makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand but you don’t listen. Heeseung doesn’t say anything, drawing his brows together in disbelief as he blinks. He’s got that look he only makes rarely when scolding your friends, stepping closer to you while that underlying tension is back— electric now.
“What did you just say to me?”
He doesn’t sound as coddling-ly soothing anymore and the rough timbre of it makes your heart hammer. With what? You don’t know anymore.
“You heard me”, you swallow, staring back defiantly.
“There’s probably no real you to even dislike. You’re like a dummy with painted on emotions because you don’t have the depth for your own—”,
“Take it back.”
Hes not angry but he’s certainly getting there. You don’t know because nobody know but his expression of himself has always been a soft spot for him. Heeseung always felt awkward growing up when trying to get closer to his peers. He would often question if he was expressing certain things correctly to the appropriate degree before he’d get shy and just give up altogether. In the end, it was the vulnerability of expressing those emotions that would embarrass him so much; not that he was feeling them.
And here you are calling him nothing more than a canvas for others primary colors since his are too monotone when they’re everything but.
He’s not annoyed, he tells himself.
Even as his hand drags up your stomach, up between the valley of your breasts to wrap his hand heavily around your throat, humming deep at the feel of your racing pulse. You glare through wide eyes, doing your best to act tough like the looming feeling that you might’ve gone too far isn’t storming over you.
His hands are big— one fitting around you like a collar. Not choking just yet, but telling you to tread lightly. Heeseung’s voice is deceptively calm as he flexes his fingers, testing his hold.
“Let’s not piss me off”, your thudding pulse skips a beat when his hand tightens in the slightest. Adjusting his grip and he’s standing so close you can feel his body heat. “Take it back.”
Doesn’t he know that’s exactly what you’re after?
Jerking your chin up, you hum. He watches your eyes roam, as if considering his request.
“No.”
Request denied.
Heeseung takes another deep breath, mentally counting to ten before he does something he regrets but the way you’re talking to him is starting to grate on his nerves. It doesn’t help that you were always sort of like this with him. Constantly doing the opposite of what he suggests, refusing his help out of sheer spite and disappearing acts that made him worry but these days you seem to enjoy fucking with him even more and every time he takes it with an easy smile; a cool shrug.
That however, was in front of your friends.
The two of you are alone now.
You gasp as his grip becomes airtight, pinning you to the cold wood of the door and crowding flush against you. You aren’t scared but you feel something much worse— warmth, pooling in your core and seeping into your panties. That dull throb.
Momentarily, you forget to account that he’s so close, filling your air with his heat when you clench your thighs together. Heeseung catches it with a slow curl of his lips, grinning like a wolf with his perfect teeth.
“You act like such a bitch that I’m not even surprised you’re wet from this.”
Biting your lip, you shake your head no. Heeseung doesn’t buy it for a second.
“Don’t lie to me”, the low growl makes your nipples harden, shivers wrack your frame at the warm puffs of air when he brings his mouth to your ear.
“I can smell her fuckin’ drooling for me.”
A pulse throbs through your cunt so strong it blurs your vision, mouth dropping open in a whine.
You’re reeling from how fast you got here. Clearly you’ve been underestimating how much your little nudges have been bothering him. Now that you know he’s not impenetrable, the logical thing to do would be to stop.
Heart shaped lips burn thick, wet kisses up your chin to your panting mouth, tongue lazily sliding across your bottom lip, tasting your chapstick with a soft groan and you find that you don’t want to do the logical thing.
You want to see how far pushing Mr. Perfect’s buttons gets you.
“Is—”, you suck in a rush of air when Heeseung lets up on your throat.
“Is that why you’re so hard? ‘Cuz you like it?”
You really need to stop talking.
“Even though you know I can’t stand your ass.”
The look he gives you alone fights the validity of your statement. It takes your breath away; how intense it is — his eyes nearly black because of you.
“Me? What about you? Your eyes are already begging for it now I just need your mouth to do the same…” You aren’t even in your body when you nod, too caught up in his proximity.
“Good but if you hated me so bad then you wouldn’t be this wet saying ‘yes’ to me.”
And before you can argue out of principle, Heeseung’s taking your mouth in a kiss that’s all heat and threadbare restraint. The nerves under your skin light up, buzzing restlessly and you moan—burned by the feeling. He’s a good kisser, you think hazily. The hand on your throat leaves to wind in your hair, pulling your head back so he can kiss you deeper— filling your mouth. It feels good; numbingly good and you’re so wet.
Hazily, you suck on the tongue petting the roof of your mouth, groaning at his taste when the hand in your hair tightens— ripping off your lips with a hiss. The blood beneath his own skin turning to lava.
“See? You wouldn’t be wet at all but you are.” He catches your bottom lip with his teeth, slow and teasing before letting go.
“If you hated me you definitely wouldn’t be looking at me the way you are now.”
Self conscious, you try to blink away the lidded weight of arousal but it doesn’t work. It’s confusing. You don’t like Heeseung. Nobody knows anything real about him. You refuse to be gaslit like the others into believing that that’s simply how he is— a large castle with winding staircases and doors that all lead to nowhere. This is the most reaction you’ve ever gotten from him.
“I’m not looking at you like—”,
“Like you want me to tire you out? Make you my good girl? No more fighting me while I put you in your place?”
Oh god.
The mental image alone is debilitating as he brings his other hand to the waistband of your shorts, teasing with his fingertips in playful swirls to the skin beneath and your stomach drops.
“I really don’t fucking like you.” The trepidation is clear in your voice. Heeseung smiles.
“I heard you the first time, sweetheart.”
“Never hurts to hear it again, then.”
You jerk when his fingers dip shallowly beneath the band, brushing somewhere lower— hotter. Instinctively you arch towards the feeling. Heeseung watches you fight yourself just as hard as you battle him.
“What is it you want from me, hm? You don’t like me but I won’t accept that— not after tonight so what’s your actual problem with me?”
You don’t answer, you don’t want to. Looking to the side, you pinch your lips together and he knows you won’t spill— voluntarily at least. That’s fine.
He slots his mouth back over yours with a searing vengeance; hot, heavy and wet. It’s like he’s everywhere as you share breaths, his lips pressing and sucking at yours with teasing brushes of tongue. Brows pulling together, you whine into his mouth. While you’re distracted, the hand inside your shorts finally moves. Heeseung doesn’t let you twist away, licking into your mouth at the same time he cups your pussy from inside your panties, sliding his middle finger through your drenched lips when he pulls away to coo,
“Aww”, the mocking heat of his voice slides under your skin, paralyzing.
“You made a mess, baby.”
Your entire body jolts and your hand flies up to grip the hem of his hoodie. You might need therapy after this— you’ve never felt so many things at once for anyone let alone your sworn nemesis. It scares you but you love it at the same time.
Heeseung takes his time peppering slow kisses all over your face while he plays with your slick, hissing at the way you coat his fingers before circling your clit. It’s loud too— the steady shlick of your arousal through your pleasure.
“That’s it, sweetheart..”, a watery moan spills from your chest, lidded eyes looking at him as you crumble more with each sloppy stroke.
“Let her talk t’me…”
Eyes rolling, you melt.
It’s disgusting, shameful. Your pussy leaks despite it. His fingers are mean; almost cruelly indulging you as he presses harder, noting the way your legs shake when he applies pressure near the entrance of your sopping hole, making her clench.
It’s blissfull torture. The way he alternates between softer and harder, keeping you teetering on the edge with each pull but careful not to push you over by giving you what you really want. A cry rips out of you when the fingers probing your entrance thrust in, scissoring apart before he crooks them up, just grazing that spot that makes you scream — eyes whiting out — fresh spurts of slick jetting onto his hand.
“There it is… I barely brush it ‘n you and your slutty pussy go all dumb on me.”
The sound that comes after his words is one you didn’t even know you could make. Something between a grunt and needy cry injected straight into his veins as he watches you lose yourself to him. You’re so beautiful— his brat and unfortunately that’s exactly why you won’t be getting what you want. Grinding his fingers into your spot, the strums to your swollen clit turn relentless. Heeseung’s neck burns at the way you sob his name, legs shaking because he’s got you right fucking there—
Then he stops.
Your heart plummets as your rapidly approaching high fizzles out, leaving you with the uncomfortable embers of a maddening need running into a wall.
As if it needs to get out but no amount of force can break it through and the shock devastates your nervous system. With your breaths quickening, you struggle to deal with the whiplash. Glaring up at Heeseung, the look doesn’t have the bite it usually does with your eyes all glossy— trying not to cry because he goddamn edged you. His fingers remain lodged inside your slick walls but he keeps them still and his thumb off your little clit that he can feel throbbing.
Since he’s an asshole and he knows you don’t like him, the kiss he presses to your forehead is sickeningly sweet on purpose— to piss you off. He does it purely to mess with you because he knows it’s not what you need, cooing at your obvious frustration.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Ready to tell me now why you hate me so much?” You shiver at his voice, tears budding when he snaps his fingers forward— pressing hard against the ball of heat that makes those same tears spill over as you gasp but that’s all you get.
“Or do you wanna take back what you said earlier?”
You collect yourself as best you can, huffing in torn breaths as he kisses your cheeks. His dynamic is so confusing, making it so much harder to think through it all.
“I—“, you swallow your nerves, “I wanna cum.”
Heeseung’s jaw clicks.
Even now, you were still being a brat. Demanding and rude, you didn’t even say please. Kissing that pretty pout off your lips, the way Heeseung smiles when he pulls back lets you know that wasn’t the right answer and as you scramble to correct yourself before he does— it’s too late.
Squeezing a third finger past the tight ring of your drooling entrance, the stretch is mind-numbing and if it wasn’t for him holding you up, you’d have been on the ground when he curls them. Your blood rushes so hot that it hurts, heart hammering against your ribcage when his thumb beats your clit with each punishing thrust. Ashamedly fast, Heeseung feels your cunt spasm. Dipping his head, he licks the inside of your sobbing mouth just to taste your desperation. Looking down, he sees your wetness dripping down your leg onto the floor.
It sends a violent throb to his cock, wanting to bury himself inside you and stretch you out until you’re always this nice and sweet for him. That’ll have to wait because you’re trilling now; body shaking all over while your cunt sucks on his fingers when he fucks them into you knuckle deep and just like last time; when your breath starts to stutter from how close you are, he stops.
Then you actually do cry.
Fat tears spill down your cheeks when the hand in your hair fastens around your throat to hold you still when you try to chase his hand. Your chest heaves with every watery sob because it aches. You want to cum— need to cum but he won’t let you.
Heeseung watches your mind slip to shambles, bought to ruin by sheer need and it’s such a delicious look for you.
You were always pretty but you’re even better in tears. When he comes to kiss you, this time you thank him and it has a sickening shiver coiling down his spine. It’s like a victory. You did like him, you just needed his help to cope with it. Now while that doesn’t excuse your behavior earlier, the fact you want to be good for him is a step.
Shushing your cries when he pulls away, Heeseung brushes his lips across yours, voice sultry and entrancing.
“Apologize to me, baby. Say you’re sorry.”
Oh, and you’re so sweet when you do. Batting those wet lashes prettily at him, sniffling softly.
“M’sorry, Hee”, his heart stutters at the nickname everyone but you called him by, leaning up to press a kiss of your own to his lips. Tasting the want and tear-soaked desperation.
“…didn’t mean it.”
Kissing you back, you’re completely plaint for him. Mouth open as you let him take, take, take and it has him high. As a reward, his fingers pick up where they left off and you turn to mush beneath him. Incoherent babbles spill through puffy lips, apologizing and thanking him through keening moans, so pitifully wet now that you’re dripping little puddles on the floor but the tastiest thing is how you submit.
He’s got you out of your mind with everything he does to you right now; open and bared.
“I know you didn’t, pretty…”
He twists his fingers, forehead to yours while bullying your sweet spot with brutal accuracy, earning a shaky wail from you. You can’t think, there’s nothing but Heeseung up there. His perfect hands, perfect face, maddening voice all coming together to make a mess of you.
“Fuck, you look beautiful being so good for me.” The same Heeseung who could also be the death of you.
“My sweet, good girl…”
You’re close. He can feel it.
And he wants to let you come— let squirt your creamy mess all over his hand so he can suck it off and spit it back in your mouth.
He needs to get something out of you first…
“Tell me why you don’t like me”, Heeseung slows his movements so you aren’t being completely swept away by pleasure, kissing your lips to bring your attention to the words coming from his mouth.
“Good girl, baby— focusing on me. You wanna cum?”
The ‘C’ word gets you going as you nod eagerly.
“Y-yes please.” You’d build him a house and paint the entire thing with a q-tip if it meant he’d let you cum.
“Then out with it”, he sucks your jaw heatedly, undulating his fingers.
“Talk t’me, sweetheart.”
He sounds so patient, so soft— like he’s after the same outcome as you and don’t you see? He’s just trying to help. It folds you like fresh laundry on a Sunday morning as it all comes tumbling out.
“You-”, Heeseung watches a myriad of emotions in your glossy eyes.
“You never talk to us—to me…”, He blinks.
“We hardly know anything about you— you’re so neutral about everything and h-hard to read so it’s hard to feel close to you or trust you and it’s annoying because”, you pause and something suspiciously like embarrassment washes over your face.
“Because you’re like— nice I guess and really hot so we want to be closer to you but you never open up you’re just there and, and—”, You’re spiraling he realizes, so worked up your mouth is just running.
“You’re like this paragon of all things holy; you aren’t forgetful, always productive and grounded, you don’t even get mad! That’s why I try to annoy you because—!”
He cuts you off with a kiss that’s pure consumption as he fucks you until you’re delirious.
His hand is sure to leave a bruise with how tight he’s gripping you. It’s so dizzying, his thick fingers wreak havoc inside you, slamming into your g spot as he thumbs your engorged clit messily. Heeseung’s tongue laves over yours, spreading his taste all over your pallet, before sucking harshly on your bottom lip— pulling away with a throaty moan.
This entire time, you didn’t like him because you didn’t feel close to him—he didn’t let you in to feel close to him. Plus you thought he was hot but he’ll explore that later.
Distantly, he’s aware that’s you’re begging— for him not to edge you again, that you wanna cum, how you’ll be good and he knows you will with a high keen of,
“H-Heeseung pleaaase!”
Any and all traces of your little attitude problem are gone now as he turns you into nothing more than a thing.
His thing.
Your walls pulsate erratically, twitching wildly as he terrorizes your clit, fingers deep while they fuck away at the pulpy heat of your dripping pussy. Pretty eyes flutter back into your skull as your hiccuping wails rise in volume and it only makes him go harder on you.
“C’mon, pretty baby”, he purrs, nipping at your bottom lip.
“Lemme take care of it…”
He’s not even sure you hear him with how gone you look but your pussy gushing says you do. “Let me make her cum niiiice n’ sloppy— keep being my good little slut…”
Fucking hell.
The best way to describe what happens next is that you fall apart in pieces. It’s as if a torrent rips through you from how fast everything breaks and all you can do is grip his hoodie and wail through it.
A heat so overwhelming dunks over you— taking your breath away with its intensity, leaving you raw from the inside out. Heeseung watches at point blank range; you cumming so viciously that you drool when he pulses his fingers in mean ‘come hither’ motions that get you gushing. Through your shorts, on his boots— the floor; you make a mess everywhere and the debauchedness of it is beautiful.
“Mhmm…”, he rasps heatedly in your face,
“Just a dumb wet little fuckhole f’me, yeah? Only good at doing what she’s told?”
Your heart rate spikes.
Cocking a brow at you, he sticks his tongue out and you follow like a dog. Licking a fat stripe up it, riding the waves of your orgasm with his taste in your mouth when you pull away— eyes glazed over.
Heeseung bites his lip.
Oh, he’s going to have fun training you.
You never really considered him a friend so maybe he can become something else to you; something that lets him break you like this until you’re overstimulated and obedient. Pecking at his lips with watery whispered thank you’s just like you do now.
Each messy kiss is returned with a slow patience, steadily dialing you back down as he slips his hand out with a nasty squelch. He’s still surrounding you when he brings his wet hand to his mouth, a heady groan escaping at just how much there is before he’s lapping it up— sucking you right off his fingers, eyes molten as they stay locked on yours.
You taste ruined— taste like his too and it makes his blood roar.
His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat when he swallows and you can’t help but clench at the sight.
“Open your mouth, baby.”
You know what’s coming but it doesn’t make your heart race any slower when thumbs come up to stretch your mouth wide, playing with the mess on your lips before leaning over—
and spitting.
It’s like your body takes a screenshot with the way you freeze, arousal landing like a flaming arrow in your gut. You groan around the tongue now licking into your mouth, spreading the taste of your cum on your pallet, cock throbbing through his clothes as he’s pressed against you. When he pulls away, you whine; trying to chase his lips until he holds you in place,
“Stay.”
It’s firm, absolute— commanding obedience and to his immense pleasure, you listen. Body reacting immediately to the command, like a puppy showing its belly to appease their owner.
“Good girl.”
You nuzzle into his hand when he cups your cheek, basking in the dark warmth of his praise. So docile, Heeseung thinks with a subtle shiver of delight, almost suffocatingly affectionate with you now.
In the minutes that pass you wait for him to close up again— distract you while he distances himself like this never happened but he doesn’t. Looking at you like he’s unsure for the first time in his life when he blurts out—
“I like people watching.”
It’s random, makes you giggle dazedly as you shuffle to stand on his feet, wrapping your arms around his neck and it makes him a little breathless when you ask in that soft voice that was never aimed at him before when you’d use it,
“Why?”
It’s then he realizes that it’s simply you that takes his breath away. The lone star in the far end of his galaxy. It’s also why he’s making an effort now— a clumsy attempt at an invitation to his world.
“It’s a marvel”, he starts, arms wrapping around you to hold you tighter. “Seeing others show so freely the same things I feel but express naturally—unlike me. Guess I’m terrified of being that awkward kid again.”
You hum, feeling kind of bad now. You should’ve cut him some slack instead of assuming he was inherently evil. Not wanting to leave him hanging, you kiss his cheek— a soft apology as you offer,
“Well, for what it’s worth I think you’re doing amazing now.”
His eyes focus on you and you know you’ll never get used to their startling intensity from someone as attractive as him but you will yourself to stare back at the slow smile creeping on his lips. Less heat, more warm.
“Really?”
You nod, kissing him again because you can’t help it.
“Really.”
There’s something now. A quiet truce too charged for platonic friendship. You two can’t come back from this and neither of you want to. Whatever this is, is fragile so you’ll both be keeping this a secret from your friends for now…
“…I might talk too much,” He warns and you grin.
“That’s fine.”
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In the following weeks to come, you learn a lot about Heeseung.
That he likes sweet/ floral scents and animated movies and chick-flicks with heart aching plots. He tells you about his big brother which surprises you the most because he gives off such strong only child energy. You learn that he’s a yearner— keeping his emotions buried close in his chest because that’s where he feels they’re safest. He likes company— someone hanging around even if they’re quiet, just existing around him while he does whatever.
He’s a silent overthinker. Both positively and negatively.
You both behave as you would normally around your friends but sometimes with heated glances and lingering touches when you pass by.
Then there were times like now.
The rope is harsh and tight over your skin, contrasting with the cool silk of your blindfold as it intricately restricts you. Your arms held up and together, shoulder-blades pressed back. It’s the farthest thing from what you’re used to; so accustomed to the teasing touches, the pressure that’s only a taste instead of the full serving as opposed to the overwhelming feeling of the new bindings while he touches you with no intention of stopping.
Heeseung likes many things but he loves control— tonight is your first real demonstration of how.
You’re trembling, he notices. They’re not bad tremors, no, your pussy is even wetter than it had been the first time he touched you weeks ago. Running a firm hand down the hemp rope suspending you, you gasp when you feel hands smoothing up and down your waist.
Since you couldn’t see, all you had to go off of was his touch and voice. It’s both exciting and nerve wracking because while you’re completely clothed, you don’t know if he is too and it only amplifies the power imbalance between you. Heeseung trails a line of hot, open mouthed kisses across your shoulder, his head bowed to your ear, fingers stroking over your belly.
“What do you think I’m going to do to you?” Gulping, your heart is in your throat— skin tingling when you answer.
“Whatever you want.”
A dark hunger, heady and consuming washes over him. It’s so strong that it dulls the restraint he normally has over himself so he doesn’t get carried away and drag you down with him. Yes, he’d do whatever he wanted to you but the real rush comes from you verbally acknowledging that you’d let him.
His mouth waters as he lets out a pleased hum, dropping his lips to your skin as a reward for answering correctly.
Your cunt pulsates when he bites at the crook of your neck, finding your pulse point and sucking at your jugular until you’re squirming against him— needy moans filling the space. It also doubles as a distraction because you jump when you feel thick fingers ghost over the slick wetness of your sensitive pussy.
They’re light— featherlight brushes as he watches you writhe. With your legs also bound, you’re left completely open so you can’t even create friction by clenching your thighs together like you do when he teases you around your friends. Instead, you have to take what he gives you when he feels like giving it to you.
Your heart is in your throat because with Heeseung you could either be edged for hours or forced to cum until you passed out. You’d take the second option any given day. It’s a task to suppress the sigh that builds in your chest— you just wished you could see his face, what kind of expression he’s making. As if sensing the incoming anxiousness, Heeseung’s hands wrap around your thighs at the same time his knees hit the floor with a muffled thump.
“Since you’ve been so good these days…”, you try to listen but your head is spinning from the feeling of him between your legs, warm breath tickling your skin.
“I won’t make you beg the first round. ‘Kay, pretty?”
He grins as your jaw drops, turning his face and presses a kiss to the inside of your knee. Your responding ‘okay’ is breathy and tantalizingly sweet as you submit to him. Little do you know he’s counting the first round as your first orgasm of tonight.
Slowly, he sweeps his soft lips across the plush fat of your inner thigh. You’re trembling is harsher now while he’s grinning like the devil. As he goes, his kisses grow more open, more wet— until your pretty painted toes pointe and your breath catches. Not being able to see amplifies your other senses to an almost uncomfortable degree, making you hypersensitive as a result. The hot sweep of Heeseung’s tongue in the hollow of your hip, teasing at the ropes edge, makes you want to beg for that mouth to be somewhere else instead.
Glossy and pretty, your pussy is soaked— lips shining from the wetness clinging filthily to her. You choke when he blows a puff of air straight on your clit just to see her twitch, letting out a hungry groan.
You feel beyond lewd, spread open like Heeseung’s personal plaything. Hands and lips are everywhere— but not in any pattern you can track and he knows you’re starting to get overwhelmed so your reaction to the sudden wet heat around your toes is 100 percent genuine.
“W-what—!” His cock throbs when you cry out, “Heeseung!”
The squirming starts up fresh, uncontrollable, as you feel the wet sensation of his tongue flickering between your toes. A hard shock crashes through you, ripping a sound out your throat that makes his nerves sing.
You feel like you’re running at least 100 degrees hotter, your teeth vibrating from it all. It’s a new experience— a cocktail of maddening pleasure and humiliation at all once. While you lose your mind to an alarmingly concerning rate, Heeseung is beating your clit with stinging slaps, black eyes devouring your every reaction.
If he wasn’t as sick of a man, he wouldn’t make it a habit to drive you to the brink of your sanity the way he does; with cruel accuracy. It’s really unfortunate for you that he has no interest in changing.
He pulls away with a crude suck to your middle, breath gusting across your wet toes.
“You’re so wet”, his amused huff makes your chest burn, more kisses pepper across the tops of your toes before he moves to do the same to your other foot.
“Drippin’ like a slut all on my fucking carpet…”
The harsh words are cooed, as if you’re little more than a puppy who hasn’t been housebroken and just can’t help it, adding to your arousal and embarrassment. A choked whine gets trapped in your throat when he slides his tongue across the tips of your toes, slipping his mouth over each one individually to suck.
He’s so gross.
Its debasing.
Your heart drops when you suddenly feel how close it has you.
Without missing a beat, the sharp spanks switch to quick swipes. Heeseung rubs the flat of his fingers side to side across your twitching clit, pulling your toes off his tongue in favor of biting your calf when you start to shake. He can see your leaking hole clench and unclench, even if he ordered you not to, he’s got you so wound up it’d be a dying mission from the first syllable. Jesus fuck, you’re loud now— making your own ears ring with viscerally raw moans.
How adorable. His little slut is in heaven, head tipped back, eyes more than likely rolled behind your blindfold in bliss, clitty aching as your messy cunt starts to convulse.
“Ooh— yeah, gooood girl…”
The the praise takes you to another stratosphere completely, sobbing as your orgasm hits. It’s crushing and you swear you’re dying and the blood in your veins is actually electricity. All your senses seem to hone in on your pussy as Heeseung drags you kicking and screaming to a squirting fit.
“There we go… that was big one, baby— don’t pass out on me.”
And you’d love to listen but he’s making it so hard.
When he finally stops, you’re hanging on by a thread. Sweaty body one raw nerve; exposed, wet and twitching.
The rope now feels good so tight around your body as you slowly start to slip and fuck— the headrush it gives him. It’s exactly how he wants you; plaint, sweet, eager to bark and do any trick he wants just to please him.
“Still with me, sweetheart?”
You don’t exactly hear what he says but you know he’s talking to you, sounding awfully patient for someone who just send your soul on a universal trip. So, you’re proud when you manage to answer him with a hoarse,
“Mh— y-yeah.” Good. Very good; and since you came that means…
“First round’s over. Know what that means?”
Heeseung watches you swallow but you don’t answer out loud not just because your soul is still stumbling its way back into your body but because you know.
“…means the real fun is about to start.”
You’d complain if you didn’t crave Heeseung so bad— from the first night and then all the ones after, you’ve been so strung out over him.
Your ears perk up when you hear the sound of a belt then some rustling, everything on your body standing at attention in anticipation as you lick your lips.
“Please”, voice shy, “I want it, need you—”
Spreading open your sticky swollen folds, making you feel even more exposed when Heeseung cuts you off with a starving lick up your pussy. A sharp gasp is punched through your lungs at the deep lap from your hole to your clit.
He French-kisses her like he’s missed her and she reciprocates by bursting slick on his tongue. He feels you out with eager licks, working over and between your folds like he’s trying to lap up all the mess that’s dripped out. Having just cum, the stimulation borders on pain but the sweetest kind. Just the slick, tickling warmth of his tongue already has you buzzed and tingly.
A sharp keen spills from your lips when he pulls away with a harsh suck to your gushy hole only to spit; the wad of saliva and cum landing hot and nasty on your clit as he moans.
“Fuuuck… slutty crybaby pussy always tastes the best.”
Your entire body spasms, like you’ve been struck by lightning. Heeseung doesn’t care, humming as he goes back to eating, tongue flat and greedy. Trilling sobs pour from your mouth, broken and cracked. When his mouth closes over you, blanketing your clit in heat, the last bits of coherency leave you with a tear-wrought wail.
No matter how you writhe or squirm, you can’t escape from the relentless pull of Heeseung’s lips. You’re completely gone as his cheeks hallow— sucking the fat of your poor, sensitive nub in sloppy voracious slurps that make the tendons of your legs strain within the rope underneath his palms.
He’s a messy eater, too.
The erotic sounds of him making out with your pussy are vile— wet and unabashed, sending vibrations through you with every pleased hum. You won’t last much longer like this. Your pussy is just too engorged, way past oversensitivity and again; he’d care if he was a better man but he isn’t and the taste of you is like heaven.
Nothing coming from your mouth is comprehensible, just a jumble of warbled begging and shattered syllables that make up his name. The heat from your intensely approaching orgasm makes you sweat as it builds in your core.
Sliding three fingers in, Heeseung is brutal— curling his fingers straightaway into that melty nook that has the next lap of your slick tasting thicker, creamier. His face is coated in you but he doesn’t stop; not even when you go limp, screaming as you cum so violently it gives you cramps.
Your noises mix with the sappy squelching of Heeseung’s mouth glued to your raw pussy, working you over until it hurts. There’s nowhere to go, no way to get away from the waves of agonizing euphoria— not with how tightly he’s got you tied up. His cock throbs when you clench tight around the thick fingers, shaking apart under his gluttonous mouth.
Every sound grows impossibly distant the longer he prolongs your orgasm. Your own desperate whimpers, Heeseung’s purring growls, the lewd slap of his palm as he fingerfucks you open. All that exists, all that feels real is the white hot pleasure shredding through you as you wail and beg as best you can before he makes you faint.
Thankfully, he’s in a merciful enough mood. Popping off your spent cunt with a satisfied sigh and one more kiss, sucking you off his fingers while you go boneless.
It takes a while for the shivers to subside.
It takes even longer with the next heavy blink to realize you can see. Blurry vision suddenly filled with the same handsome face you’ve started to see in your dreams lately, drenched heart-shaped mouth tilted in a satisfied grin. A hand brushes across your sweaty forehead and you realize with a dizzy giggle from his bare arm and all over that he’s naked now.
A beat passes before he’s kissing you. It’s softer, not as consuming but grounding because that’s what you need. Your face feels feverish as he cups it, nuzzling his nose against yours.
“You’re doing so good”, he praises warmly, “So perfect f’me, my pretty girl.”
Minding the time, he starts to loosen the ropes to bring you down. With you being new to all of this, he doesn’t want to risk hurting you by keeping you restrained and suspended in one position for too long. The rope slides out through the rig easily as you breathe deeply, letting him maneuver you this way and that until you’re free, massaging your limbs to help your blood flow when he lays you on soft bedding.
The cool sheets are lush and soothing against your heated skin, Heeseung kissing the marks left behind from the rope.
Eventually, those kisses trail lower— down your sweat slick spine, over the globes of your ass, the back of your thighs all the way to the soles of your feet as you melt into his bed. It’s all so nice, you can’t help but wonder if he’s gonna fuck you.
“Like you won’t believe…” He rasps, already tilting your hips up until you’re on your knees, back sloped in the most delicious arch.
You didn’t even know you were talking out loud but that train of thought is ejected when you feel him position himself behind you, sliding between your wet folds. Your mind goes entirely blank, clean slate.
He’s hard as steel.
And fucking big.
The thickness of it spreads your lips open, fat veins kiss your clit with every rock of your hips. Heeseung is tall but not bulky so you knew his dick being above average was a possibility but this? He grinds with you, following your rhythm as he grips the back of your neck, pinning you to the bed as you let out a shaky moan.
“Look at you”, his low voice taunts, all heat.
“Haven’t even put it in and she’s slobbering all over me, messy fuckin’ girl...”
Embarrassment floods your face as you turn your head to hide in a pillow but Heeseung is having none of it. His hand leaves your neck to fist your hair, yanking your head back. He hisses when he feels your clit throb against his length at the pain.
“No, be good and say it”, he growls, nudging the fat head of his leaky tip on your entrance, teasing you with the pressure.
“Tell me what my hole wants, baby.”
When you hesitate, he pops in with just the tip only to snatch it out before you can even enjoy the stretch. Reaching up for his hand, you keep your eyes locked on his as you put his palm to your throat, voice shaking with need.
“She wants”, you swallow, “she wants you to use her— fuck her till she’s gaping— ngh!”
He pushes in in one nasty thrust, pelvis flush to your ass, stuffing himself deep inside your spasming heat.
Somewhere between the way your blood immediately starts burning through your skin and the addictive pleasure of being stretched to the point of pain; you know Heeseung’s already ruined you. A guttural cry leaves your lips, strangled when he tightens his hand.
“Damn— y’little pussy’s choking my shit”, he hisses through gritted teeth.
You strain to hear him through the cotton filling your head. Heeseung pulls out as your cunt spasms around his dick so he can slam back in, hips snapping in a mean pace. Realistically, he knows he should be the responsible one that he always is and hold back a little but god he loves you like this too much to stop.
It’s a wonder of its own how you don’t even sound like yourself anymore, keening high and cockdrunk while your sloppy hole drips pathetically down his balls.
Everything becomes stimulation at this point. The air conditioning in the room against your hot skin, the sheets rubbing your puffy nipples raw— even the sting in your scalp when Heeseung pulls your head back until he can see your face. Sweat makes his hair stick to his forehead but he doesn’t even seem to care as he looks into your dazed face, pupils blown.
You’re looking at him like he’s something you’d spend the rest of your days worshipping and it quickly becomes too much, fingers winding tighter in your hair before shoving your face into the pillows.
“Don’t fuckin’ look at me like that”, he moans, jaw clenched. “Hearts all in those pretty eyes like you’re in love with my dick—”
As soon as he says it, your walls clamp hard around him and just like that any thought of going easier on you vanishes. Angling your position until he finds that sweet spot that makes you cry before absolutely pummeling away at it.
Your wails vibrate your throat, body fighting to keep the arch hes got you in, teary eyes rolling back with so much force it makes your head hurt. The pleasure grows with an intensity that threatens to tear you apart— leaving you in tatters on his mattress. Each sob takes you closer to your end and it’s too good to fight. Heeseung drags the edges of his teeth across the back of your neck, grinding balls deep just to feel your begging pussy throb around him.
Giving into the urge to eat you up, his tongue falls out as he tastes the salt on your shoulder. He lets out a greedy hum as he places a wet kiss to your ear but it’s too much and the next roll of his hips has your knees shaking as your cunt creams all over him.
“Oh fuck— hah, she cummin’ already?”
The way he says it makes you feel humiliated but you can’t help it. Your orgasm takes you completely by surprise as your stuffed pussy aches, leaking and twitching while Heeseung fucks you dumb. You try to collect yourself despite the shockwaves of overstimulation— a useless attempt because he’s suddenly thumbing precise circles on your swollen clit, sending your nerves into overdrive.
You’re trying so hard to come down but Heeseung won’t let you. He keeps your brain pooling out of your puffy wet pussy, moaning breathily as your walls spasm. Precum streams from the head of his fat cock, smooching slimy full kisses right up against your g spot. Chest burning, you swear you’re losing your mind, squirming enough to disrupt his pace.
Clicking his teeth, Heeseung lifts himself off you. He doesn’t pull out but instead large hands grip your waist as he flips you onto your back, hiking your knees up to your ears as he presses his toned body flush to yours and your mouth drops in a soundless scream.
He feels even deeper now and even better because now Heeseung is able to watch how debauched your face looks melting from being out of your mind with pleasure. Nipping your jaw, making you cry with vicious strokes.
“You’re such a slut, letting me fuck you like this.”
He hisses in your face as you sob in bliss. He’s so deep he might as well be in your guts but you still mange to keep looking at him like that. Y’too pretty to be staring at him though those wet clumpy lashes like he’s the best there ever is, was, and is yet to come.
“Fuck, baby—told you to stop with the looks.”
With a rough groan, his own eyes soften with furrowed brows as his mouth falls to yours, a new edge prickling at his senses. Your mouth is eager, plush lips parting at the first lap of tongue, welcoming him with your own swirling messily around his. You’re both raw for each other, getting out the intensity of your emotions in the most desperate way you know how. Physically. There’s so much, too much, and not enough but you’re close more than anything else and so is Heeseung.
The sloppiest sounds fill the room, headboard slamming against the wall as you part with an erotic smack.
Heeseung’s hand cups your jaw, cooing down at you with lidded eyes as he pets your tongue with his thumb.
“Good girl…so easy f’me,”
You’re sopping wet— not just your pussy but your mouth too and it sends shivers up his spine. Cock throbbing hotly, he swears the longer he looks at you, the closer he gets. Your warbled moans vibrate his thumb as he leans closer, warm breath ghosting into your mouth before he spits a wad of saliva down the back of your throat.
The way you tighten have his eyes fluttering back along with your sweet babbles that make his cock pulsate, full balls aching. You feel so good it leaves him desperate, impossible to think clearly. He could have you like this and worse a million times but it’d never be enough.
He’s started to become a habit you can’t kick and one you don’t want to either. So, you go boneless beneath him— let his pelvis grind your poor clit, wrap your arms around his neck, kiss him back like you wouldn’t be in therapy for months after this.
There was never a slow build, the heat festering inside him was there from the moment you showed up at his apartment. It burned hotter with everything you’d do— your cries, your begging, those looks you gave him, and how fucking delicious you looked at his mercy. Especially now, you’re still being so good for him. Trying to endure the filthy way he’s bruising your guts with each wet slap until the hairs at the base of his torso are slathered in your juices.
“Mmhm, that’s it baby— make a mess on my dick when you cum on it”,
The heated words add to your blissed out delirium, chest heaving in ruined, hiccuping bleats. Your ankles cross around the back of his neck with your arms, keeping him as close to you as possible because you need to feel it, him paint your walls. Each twitching pull of your impending orgasm brings him that much closer to falling off the same cliff.
“Yesss, your pussy’s too good”, he moans, slurred and hot. “I’m so close— where do you want me, sweetheart?”
“Insideee!” You choke out, begging for it with how you tighten around him. “It’s yours! C-cum inside— pleaaasee!”
Dropping his head against the pillows next to your head with a groan, Heeseung presses his weight into you, fucking you like your hole is his personal fleshlight. He makes you take it until you can’t anymore— reaching your limit as your jaw drops, limbs twitching as all the sensations trample over themselves.
You tighten so much that he can’t move, fat cock throbbing with your molten pulsing walls that contract, trying to push him out with the force but soak him instead.
“Ugh— fuck!”
The hot gush of your pussy makes his mind go blank, losing control as the tingling filthiness sets off his own orgasm, dick swelling to the point of pain before streams of thick cum join the obscene mess between your thighs. Yeah, you’re so fucked. Not just because the same guy who is in charge of keeping everyone’s ID is also the best dick of your life but because you like him. Feeling his cock shoot rope after rope against that gooey spot inside you for over a minute, Heeseung nuzzles against your now limp form.
The gentle kisses being sprinkled over your face don’t help you stay awake but they’re nice.
It’s quiet too, the charged air settling down after a few minutes. Heeseung eases your legs down slowly, massaging them like earlier. Moving consciously, he slips out of you as gently as he can. He’s still tingling when he looks down to see his cum drip out of your gaping hole.
Briefly, he gets the urge to lick it out but your pussy is completely enflamed— a sign that you’ve had enough for one night. With that, he hums softly, crawling over your body to kiss all over your heated skin, waiting until you’ve caught your breath a little to call your name.
Your responding hum is light and sweet from exhaustion and it makes him smile when you return a few of his kisses.
“Come on, baby,” you groan when he tries to move you and he feels the grin before it appears.
“We gotta get cleaned up.”
Another groan. It might be childish of you but you don’t care, you want a nap.
“And you have to pee—”, you groan even louder this time, turning your head too to show him you’re (very poorly) ignoring him.
Fine.
Pressing a kiss to your cheek, he gets off to grab your ankles, dragging you down to the foot of the bed where he picks you up.
The gasp you let out is a little too interested and your hope he doesn’t notice but those dreams are swiftly dashed when he quirks a brow, kissing your forehead with a telling smirk. Ugh, you hate when they know.
“Later—you need to pee and so we can take a bath, pretty.”
You sigh, still displeased because you’re tired but a bath with Heeseung sounds heavenly.
“Then we can take a nap?” He nods, setting you down in front of the toilet with a grin.
“Of course.”
You try to sound like you’re put out as you finally pee but your heart pounds at the care he’s dedicated to giving you. Embarrassingly enough though, he’s still standing there naked as the day he was born, watching you pee and fight sleep with a curious smile while you struggle to hide one of your own.
“Can I help you?” You sass.
He shakes his head, looking at you too fondly for fake frenemies before he goes to start preparing your bath.
It would be a lie to say you don’t fall asleep halfway through, laying back on his chest in warm scented water with his perfect fingers tracing mindless patterns on your arms. You feel like everything he’s ever been afraid to feel in his arms, light breaths leaving your mouth while you rest.
He doesn’t know what you two are just yet but he knows he’s not doing this with anyone else and maybe when you wake up, he’ll ask if you feel the same.
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When you come to, you’re in bed alone and suspiciously clean. Even the bedding is different, light streams through the curtains as you look around but there’s no Heeseung. Frowning, you get out of bed, taking note of the large band t shirt you’re in to go look for him.
Walking through the hall, your legs shake with strain. A wave of embarrassment hits you for a reason you refuse to address without a professional present when you hear a soft noise from the kitchen. Feet padding softly, you slowly make your way down the stairs.
Nothing prepares you for what you see.
There— in the kitchen making breakfast is Heeseung…wearing nothing but an apron.
As he turns around at the sound of your scandalized gasp, he gives you a devastating smile, all mischief and cheek.
I got this vampire enhypen idea from 1jhoonwon on TikTok and even though I’m on hiatus right now, I need opinions on whether i should make it spicy or not😭 here’s the prompts:
I have the horror aspect down but should it be freaky too??? 😭😭😭😭😭
edit— if I’m not sure I just won’t write it😔 #indecision
rﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ random texts w/ Riki and his best friend turned gf! _ x2
from this unintentional series!
ೀ⋆｡˚ contains x established relationships, very chalant Niki, begging, 18+ jokes, ‘daddy is a state of mind’. Niki: “and I took that personally.”, petnames, ur both in college, one kms joke, the beach episode that was never meant to be😔, cheating joke, he’s being dramatic, and embarrassingly down bad😭, explicit language, he’s extra annoying for some reason, but that’s ur man and ur sticking by him!, No Heeseung’s were harmed in the making of this and I genuinely forgot to tag it but he’s freaked out lmaooo
@tojiworshipper <3!
₊·—̳͟͞͞ ꒰ঌᰔᩚ໒꒱— Pairings— A Chrome Hearts boy and his high maintenance best friend that looks like the song “Love Potions”.
❥ ˚₊·CW—: NSFW, pwp, remember when I said I’d fuck him down? Well this is that. Huening Kai is a canon bottom, he’s also canonically beefy, oh and college au!, my missing and nonexistent self control, ESTABLISHED relationship, hinted multiple rounds, slight choking, cowgirl, wet and messy, dacryphilia, overstimulation, drooling, muzzles, fem!reader on top, toys, mentioned an✧l play (m.recieving), multiple ✧rgasms, squirting, praise, capful of degradation, praise, manhandling, my thinly veiled size kink, cursing, unprotected sex, petnames, ‘good boy’ ‘baby’, u get it, n|pple play, dirty talk, kinda rough with him, calls him a sexy little bitch(go with it), but he loves it don’t worry, consent is hot, but careful reading because damn
@bigprofen 😛
˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ—Pairings+ + A sweetheart and his girlfriend with the mean streak who’s wayyy out of his league..
.❥A/N>>>English is not my first language .
It was the biggest how; his friends wondered.
How a boy as cute as a cloud on a sunny day got with someone like you?
A pretty menace in heels and French tips with hair and makeup done to perfection while being able to ruin anyone’s day in a single sentence. Icy glares and sentences that sting from a socialite— that was you. Kai was the complete opposite, not to mention he’s a nerd. Anime, manga, old games and their lore, he’s even past level 170 on Wizard101— he wasn’t just a nerd; he was a fucking geek.
So how?
His friends just knew you probably walked their poor Kai like a dog behind closed doors… and they’re not necessarily wrong— but they’re not right either.
Kai himself knows he must have saved the world and probably the polar bears too in a past life to get to be dating you. One kiss from those glossy lips and he was more than willing to do every little thing you commanded. He’d recite the periodic table to amuse you— paint your nails, bring your laundry up, let you do his makeup, it was whatever you wanted.
Outside looking in, it was almost laughable how someone with his size let someone tell him what to do but he couldn’t love where he’s at more. Now, not only were you known as the bitch who’s hot around campus but the one with the oversized nerd always tagging around your heels.
Sure you were bossy and cold on your best day but you were always so sweet to him. In a world full of complexities, the answer is simple. You didn’t want a puppy— you wanted a big dog. Knows when to shut up, follow commands and shower you with affection. So, when you passed him in the hallway, trying to make himself look smaller when your clique strolled by— there was no hesitation when you asked him out. Huening Kai likes pretty things with their own XP like dungeons he couldn’t beat on his best run though.
You don’t walk him though.
He gets his leash for you.
“Mmphh!.. Nhgh-!!”
Or in this case his muzzle.
His brows are pinched together like he’s in pain but the size of his pupils tell a different story; tearily staring up at you while you use him to fuck yourself silly.
“Hmmph!”
Straddling his toned waist, you lift yourself up only to slam back down his fat length in blissfully rough strokes. Each one has Kai painfully aware of the mess going on where you’re both connected.
A filthy mixture of your squirt on his lower abs and inner thighs, your wetness downright sopping because the cum from his previous loads have formed creamy rings around the base of his overstimulated cock— dripping down his heavy balls to wet his plug-stretched hole.
The rosy flush on his skin is divine, messy hair splayed about the pillows while he keens and whimpers like the desperate mutt he always is when it comes comes to you but stays on his best behavior. For you.
“Fucckkk! Feels sooo good…”, you moan drunkenly, swiveling your hips down to grind his weeping slit into your g-spot. “Prettiest toy with the fattest cock”, throwing your head back, you brace your hands against the meat of his broad chest, griiiinding back and forth— dragging your clit along the underside of your favorite vein of his in heated bliss.
“Ghkk…mmfh!” The whimper tears out of his throat broken, ruined and pathetic. Drool leaks from the sides of his muzzle to join his tears.
Helpless, Kai watches you lick it off him, using his momentary distraction to tweak and pull at his puffy nipples hard. A shrill cry gets trapped behind his muzzle, glazed eyes shooting to the back of his skull, engorged cock throbbing inside you when you tighten– choking him with your sloppy walls.
“Thaaat’s it”, you coo, quickening your pace, hands fitting around his neck like a collar and getting closer to another orgasm just looking at the fucked out mess beneath you. “Bein’ s-so good f’me-…my good boy..”
You’re back to pounding yourself up and down on him, shaking his body and the bed with your harsh movements. The wet plap plap plap plap plap with the obscene slurps of your stuffed cunt having him losing it.
And you can tell.
Kai is shaking like a leaf– drooling, poor asshole spasming around the thick toy you fucked him with earlier.
“Y’ so pretty, huh baby?”
Bringing your head down to his beefy chest, you latch on to one of his nipples and suck. His reaction is nothing short of pleasing— hot precum shoots out in rivulets; adding to the mess inside you. Hissing in pleasure, rubbing your sweet spot raw with each dizzying pump of your hips; you grind the puffy nub between your teeth and bite— lighting searing pleasure up his spine. Kai’s whole body shocks and it sounds like he’s babbling but less human and more guttural, sobbing out wrecked bleats.
You find you actually want him to say it back to you. That he is pretty— very pretty in fact. Reaching your fingers up to his mouth, you pop the bar of the muzzle from between his teeth, voice cracking like a whip.
“Speak.”
And he’s so cute when he listens. Jumping to obey you like he always does, even now. High off pleasure and overstimulation his soft voice chokes out after you.
“M- I’m so pretty..!” Should he get checked out for liking the frighteningly pleased grin on your face?
You fuck him even deeper now— to the point where he swears he’s liable to catch a fever from how hot your insides are running. The stretch is mouth-watering because he’s just that big and you love it. Fitting the muzzle back between his teeth, you lean down to bite the whorl of his flushed ear. “Sexy little bitch…”
The drool leaking out from his muzzle is copious at this point– wetting his neck and your hand so much to where you have to move it. Without missing a beat, you’re even rougher on his other nipple. Greedily sucking like he can give you milk if you keep it up long enough before closing your teeth down around the stiff peak— lapping the leftover tinges of pain away with another suffocatingly hot roll of your pussy. Kai swears he’s melting.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Oh god-
You’re going to milk him.
The sounds behind his muzzle are sloppy and mindless, empty head lolling to the side as his eyes start to flutter— thoroughly ruined. Kai chokes on another hiccuping wail, hole sucking the plug stuffed in it as his balls tighten up. High pitched keens bleed through, swollen cock throbbing borderline painfully inside the drooling hole he’s stuffed in–
..and he comes apart.
Like a broken nozzle, cum squirts out in fat chords, filling you with his cream and it’s so intense he’s worried his heart might stop.
It’s so hot and you already feel so full that your own orgasm is triggered. Gritting your teeth, the heat coursing through you starts of as a little spatter but ends up gushing out of you, spraying the hard muscles of Huening’s body with your squirt— his big hands steady on your waist to help you fuck yourself through it.
“O-ooh! Good boy Hyuka, cummin’ aaallll in your pussy- fuck!”
Suddenly, he’s able to see his own health bar.
If he dies from this, he’ll die one blessed man.
Panting, his ears ring as you hump away at his cock; not giving a fuck if he was shooting blanks at this point.
When you finally stop, slurred moans and hoarse whimpers are what fill the room. Kai looking up at you sitting pretty stuffed full of him with dazed little hearts in his eyes….
It’s also the first time he tells you as soon as his mouth is free that—
I LOVE ur vibes😭🩷 and i have to ask— is ur username from the song “sunny came home” by Shawn Colvin? I have a feeling because u said u like y2k and Tuscan and that’s literally the most Tuscan song there is
omg i love u for catching that bc yes, yes it is lol
i listen to it every morning and its the ultimate 2000s tuscan song
hiii could you make a very very VERY long ficcc with niki badboy yakuza x bratty diva reader living in japan and he’s the most known in tokyo and shibuya zone as the best racer withh his group Enhypen which they boys are with the origins they already have just that they live in Tokyo and make a group of four for niki’s girlfriend and her friends names probably japanese. the girls also have their own cars and y/n also is one of the best racers along the girls. make niki mean and teasing 😭 while she still tries to get on his nerves with her cute y2k japanese style but still annoying.
also if it was smut like many smuts scenes now and then would loveee itt!!
sorry😔😭 if it was too long i decided to ask you since ive liked your stories more than anyone’s i thought you would be the perfect one to eattt 🎀 💅🏻
its giving tokyo drift and ive actually been obessed with this idea omg babes itll be out next friday<333!! (wish me luck bc i also have finals)
Edit— it’s already 6k long and they haven’t even kissed yet😭
⋅⋆ ──ೀ“Come here, I’ll show you.” {R. Nishimura x reader!}
ೀ Now that you’re together, there’s oh so much to get up to ♡…
ೀ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, ur both in college, non!idol au, best friends to established lovers, fluff, you’re dating but in secret, some angst, mentions of mean girls at a certain infamous party, I had to for the one time😂, cursing, tension, possessive!Niki, bickering, “get ur fucking dog!” “He don’t bit—“ “YES TF HE DO” dynamic, teasing, some s7xting, kissing, smut, refers to ur p✩ssy as ‘she’ and ‘her’, f♪ngering, dirty talk my word, an✩l, along with an✩lf|ngering, spanking, spitting, dirty talk, praise, degradation, teaspoon of humiliation, drooling, this one is wet and messier :D, begging, dom! leaning Riki, he’s a cheeky asshat about it though, biting, an✿l play, hick♪es, making out, he’s extra feral, but it’s not his fault he’s just a bit obsessed, panty-sniffing, oral (f.rec), again please be careful reading because he eats the plate too, don’t ever let him near the box again, fuck whatever Roddy Rich said😭, dirty talk seriously, he respects women you two are just freaked out, with that being said— he takes you through there lmao, light mind break, cl♪t bullying, he literally fucks you till you pass out, possible size ki♪nk, bc his c0ck is stuuuupid fa—, multiple ✿rgasms, squ♪rting, one of which happens an✿lly, u like butt stuff and he likes ur butt, manhandling, choking, SAFE sword fighting (wink wink), petnames, hand kisses, cuddling, whiny Niki bc that’s my baby, aftercare, FLUFF at the end
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₊·—̳͟͞͞ ꒰ঌᰔᩚ໒꒱— Pairings— A Chrome Hearts boy and his high maintenance girlfriend that looks like the song “Love Potions”.
˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ A/N>>> Please read the tags carefully. English is not my first language and editing this was hell so I better get some feedback or ur faves are next😾 and it’ll be BDSM smut
ദ്ദി(๑> ◕๑)~♡‧₊TAGS GO ⋅⋆ ──ೀ @tojiworshipper @quequoiqui @wellidksis
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Turns out going from being strictly close friends to dating wasn’t all that difficult.
You were still touchy with each other, still hung out, still play fought— but now with other stuff too. Now you kiss and it makes your heart beat faster every time you think about all of the kissing because Riki was such a good kisser. You did more than kiss too, of course but the point is that you’re dating.
It’s like going from regular Spotify to premium.
The two of you hang out but you also go on dates. Sometimes casual, other times you’re getting a cryptic intentionally nonchalant message to dress up and the time he’s coming by to get you and the next thing you know your being driven out over an hour to some extremely elaborate soirée with all kinds of people dressed just at intricately as you. The stars in Riki’s eyes are different now when he looks at you.
“Beautiful…”, whispered against your forehead right before he kisses it and biting your lip while you hold your breath is all you can do so you don’t scream.
There’s so many new sides to each other you see now that you obviously wouldn’t have when you were just friends.
For example, Riki who on the outside is cool and quiet is actually the complete opposite in a relationship. Whiny when you don’t give him enough attention, whiny when people give you too much attention (like the instagram fiasco). He’s even clingier now— going as far to have an attitude when having to go for long periods of time without you. Completely shameless, he is a man that is not above begging and guilt tripping to make you give in or stay.
“But the last trip was girls only! Why do you have to go to this one? It’s like you never miss me at all🥺😔…”
“I’ll be so lonely…what if I need a hug?” You pinch your lips in to help suppress the smile fighting to show as you look down at the top of his head. Riki lets out a pained groan, shuffling closer on his knees to nuzzle his face harder into your stomach as you wrap your arms around his head.
“Baby, it’s barely two days and you do have friends—“, another pained sigh and you can’t fight the smile anymore. “Ask Kai for a hug if you need one.” He shakes his head so hard, you’re worried he’ll give himself friction burn, long arms tightening around you.
“Noooo! I don’t wanna hug Kai”, he spits his name out like a curse. “I wanna stay with you…” Fuck. He’s too cute. You might lose this one. Taking a deep breath, you don’t say anything else because if you do, you’ll give and he knows it.
“Please, baby?” Resting his chin on your stomach after kissing it, big distraught eyes look up at your swiftly crumbling expression. “Stay— don’t make me miss you, love you too much…” You slam your eyes shut.
K.O. Flawless victory.
He knows he’s won when you cup his face, bangles cool against his cheek when you lean down to place a tender kiss on his lips, softly cooing.
“My poor baby— it’s fine, I can stay. For you.”
Soaking up your attention, he can hardly hide his victorious grin as your phone vibrates on the counter while you scatter lip stain all over his face; your friends waiting for a reply that won’t come until much later. The later being after you’re both in bed with him shirtless because it’s on you. You’re about to go to sleep and he’s wrapped comfortably around you when you gasp, finally remembering,
“I never texted the girls back!” Before you can think about texting them back now, Riki moves you tighter against him, voice low and melodic. “Wait until morning? It’s really late, what if we wake them?” He has a point so you agree to get back to them then.
But don’t you know the flight is in the morning? The same flight he’ll conveniently make sure you forget all about. It doesn’t matter if you already said you’d stay, there’s nothing wrong with some…insurance.
Whenever either of you cancel on your friends, you have to have a suitable excuse because while going from friends to lovers wasn’t difficult…
Keeping your relationship a secret was.
Now, it’s not like you’re ashamed or embarrassed about each other— just neither of you were in the mood to hear the “I told you so”’s from everyone who knew you. In the end, you just liked keeping each other to yourselves. Plus you got enough flak just for being friends with Riki from girls around campus who liked him and you really didn’t want a repeat of the incident from 2 months ago.
It wasn’t a party, per se but a loud social gathering with lots of people, loud music, dancing and drinks. You told him it’d be easier to call it a party even though the mass text said get together but Jackson said he was trying to work on his reputation. How calling the very obvious party a not party helped him? You didn’t have a single clue.
It wasn’t long after arriving that you and Riki split up. He didn’t particularly want to be there in the first place but telling you no was never his favorite thing to do so he tagged along under zero pressure when you mentioned it. He ended up upstairs, sipping the second drink he’s had all night talking to a couple of guys he was friends with on the team when he pulled out his phone and saw the time. 12:47. You got there at 11.
He hadn’t seen you since 11.
Immediately he’s up, drink abandoned on the table. Different people try to talk to him, unfamiliar faces, random girls with too wide smiles and way too much perfume but he brushes them all off— moving with single minded intent. As tall as he is, looking over a crowd is easy but his heart is starting to race because he still doesn’t see you.
Storming into the kitchen, he looks around. There’s a few girls who all turn to look at him when he enters. One even says hi. They’re not you so he can’t be bothered, walking right back out ready to start yelling your name over the music if that’s what it takes when someone bumps into his chest with all the force of a sinner trying to run out of hell.
Looking down, his heart begins to slow because it’s finally you. But now that he knows you’re safe—
“Where the hell have you b—“, when you look up, you’re crying. Thick tears stream down your face, streaking your makeup that he knows took forever while your chest visibly jumps from all the effort it’s taking you not to sob.
His heart stops.
“I-I’m sorry but”, you try to take a deep breath but it only ends in more tears. “We can go h-home now.” Big hands cradle your face, ignoring everyone around you as he tries to calm you down. You’d barely been here two hours and you wanted to leave? Not only was that unlike you but you were crying. Crying and you wouldn’t look him in the eye.
“What happened?”
You keep quiet.
Shaking your head while the answer stays trapped behind your bitten lips. He’d let it go and take you home straight away but something caused this. He can’t let that slide.
“Who did it?” He tries again, voice growing more desperate with each minute that passes where you won’t talk or even look at him.
“Baby, please.” Dark eyes search your face until your red ones look at him.
“Talk to me, look at your pretty face— you’re all upset.” Still nothing. He still tries.
“Who did it? Let me fix it.” Your voice is the smallest he’s ever heard it when you ask,
“Then we can go home?” He nods, thumbs brushing your tear-stained cheeks.
“Then we can go home.” After that, you tell him. There was this group of girls you met in the kitchen and you thought they liked you until one of them had suddenly switched up, telling you that you’re lucky to even know him; let alone be friends.
“A-and that you only hang out with me b-because”, the sob that you were holding back breaks as a fresh wave of tears fall down your face. “Because I’m a hooker..” as in anyone could pay to have you because you were only worth that much. The look on his face is crestfallen, waiting for you to finish. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard you sound so… embarrassed.
“I never said anything because you never made me feel bad but do you? T-think I’m a—“,
He stops you with a gentle kiss to your cheek before you can even think about repeating it.
“I think the world of you.” His voice is so soft, it’s hard to hear over everything but you do. “Dressing sexy, being a flirt, wearing makeup— doesn’t make you easy and none of it makes you a hooker. I never say anything about your style because I love it. Fun and cheeky and a little irresponsible”, that last part makes you laugh.
“But it’s all you, baby. You’re fine as you are.”
You kiss his thumb brushing your lip in silent thanks. It’s way too intimate and affectionate for people who are just friends but looking back it was probably repressed denial.
“Who told you that anyway?” Riki sounds calm—casual. Absolutely concerned too but little do you know his heart is pounding in his chest ready to go find to whoever the fuck made you cry. You shrug, it’s hard to remember her name but you tell him what she was wearing and it clicks when he gets her face in his mind.
The girl in the kitchen. The one who said hi to him.
He hands the keys to his car over so you can wait for him while he goes to grab something he “left”. You don’t find out until weeks later that not only did he tell that same girl that she couldn’t be further from his type; and that drunk and high off of every pill on the planet, he’d still never go for her—but he also told her if she ever so much as looked at you wrong that he’d stop at nothing to ruin any social life she’ll ever have.
To this day— whenever you would manage to see her in the hall, she’d already be turning back around.
That whole scene was a completely new side of Riki you’d never even glimpsed. Such intense protectiveness while staying calming and sweet to you. Then again, he was always sweet to you…except the week he finally had time and remembered to get condoms after promising to fuck you stupid as soon as he did.
That week you were convinced he seriously was trying to kill you.
You were walking back from mess hall when Niki texts you. Short, simple but vague enough to make you pause in your stride.
Come to mines. There’s something I wanna show you.
Heart beating faster, you look around to make sure nobody sees the wide-eyed look you’re staring your screen down with before you make a mad dash out the main entrance. Panting, your fingers fly across the screen as you text back.
Is it for me?
There’s a ping less than a minute later. The first is a photo attachment that makes your breath catch and the next is the message.
Only for you, baby. All of it.
By the time you get to your car, you already feel a mess. The tight burn of arousal simmers in your lower abdomen as you start to drip. It’s embarrassing how you’re hardly able to text him that you’re on your way, fixing your makeup at every red light until it’s even more perfect. After last time, you decided to do lash extensions instead of falsies that wouldn’t make it past round 2 with Riki.
Squeezing your thighs together the whole ride there, by the time you actually arrive you’re soaked through. Puffy, wet and so so warm— clit throbbing with need against the seam of your tight jeans.
Hand to his door, you only get to knock once before it swings open in your startled face and you’re being yanked inside. After toeing off your shoes, he quickly crowds you against the wall. Neither of you say anything right away while Riki takes a slow, good look at you and how gorgeous you look all dolled up the way you always are. He wants to appreciate it a little before he reduces you to the simplest form.
Nerves turn the blood under your skin into an electrical current, pupils steadily dilating as you look at each other, tension thick. Riki breaks first, stepping close to wrap his big hand tight around your throat. Heat slots through your core fast. Slamming into your gut like a cannonball— heavy and unforgiving. You even start to feel dizzy with how suddenly you catch yourself slipping.
His name leaves you in a breathy plea.
You almost trip over your feet when he drags you even closer— directly to his mouth to whisper against your lips.
“Didn’t I promise to fuck you up as soon as it was safe?”
Riki doesn’t wait for you to answer— laving his tongue hotly across your jaw before suckling open, wet kisses up to your mouth. Cushioning your bottom lip between his lips, his mouth deliciously flush to yours– suckling softly before doing the same to your top lip.
It’s slow. Deliberate.
Tilting his head, he deepens the kiss. Tracing his tongue sloppily across the inseam of your parted lips, dipping inside to lick at the corner of your mouth before moulding his tongue against yours when you moan— Riki’s mouth swallowing the sound whole. His other hand caresses down up and down your waist; teasing the underside of your tits with his thumb. Your body is thrumming, livewire as he kisses you like this is the last time you’ll ever want him.
If only he knew how much you always did.
When he pulls away, there’s a thin string of spit connected to your mouths and his lips are tingling because of your plumping gloss. He’s also hard. Well, he was hard 45 minutes before he even texted you to come over simply because he knew you were coming over. Earlier that week he got hard on a random Wednesday because he knew you were coming over Friday.
Loosening his hold a bit around your throat, the quick rush of oxygen makes you throb. Riki lets out a low purr of approval, relishing the way your eyes glaze over.
“Oh you’re gonna be real good f’me…” Your pulse spikes. Hard.
“Just like you were the first time. Remember, baby?” You nod because you would never be able to physically forget. It took your body days to completely calm down after; your pupils would get huge whenever you’d so much as smell a room he’d recently been in. You’d feel him when he wasn’t even around— dripping wet each time.
Riki smiles when you nod, kissing you one more time before swinging you over his shoulder, ignoring your squeal in favor of taking the familiar route to his room. Feeling giddy, you kick your legs just to annoy him. He huffs out an amused laugh, cracking his hand down hard on your ass to still your squirming, making you gasp.
There’s no time to catch your breath though when you’re promptly dropped on the bed, Riki yanks his shirt off—on you right after. Fingers wrap around your ankles as he yanks you down the to the edge where he’s kneeling. Heart pounding, hot puffs of air dance teasingly across your skin with every barely there brush of his pink lips. You shiver at the feeling.
“Y’know”, A harsh suck to the sensitive skin just above the waistband of your pants has you cutting him off with a needy whine. Riki slots his mouth over each bit of skin he exposes as he peels your jeans off.
“I’ve been wantin’ to kiss her forever, baby…”, he rasps.
Nosing down to the center of your wet panties, Riki groans when he sees how wet you are. Arousal darkens the color of your pretty underwear as the fabric clings so much he can see the swell of your clit. Appetizing. You’re all slick and puffy and you smell so fucking good. Pressing his nose to your cunt, he takes a deep lungful of your scent— eyes fluttering closed while his cock throbs in response. Yanking his pants down to relieve some of the pressure, he takes another deep drag of your arousal.
“N-Niki! What’re you-!” Your voice gets higher in your embarrassment but he can’t stop. Even when your fingers twist in his hair, trying to pull him away he stays. Mouth watering, his tongue falls out to lap a hard stripe up your pussy. Pleasure burns hot in your gut, the weight of his tongue dragging your panties against your clit. In a daze, you grind your hips up mindlessly into his face. Hiccuping moans break into a sharp gasp when your panties are torn clean off you so Riki can eat properly.
The effortless show of strength makes you that much wetter, spreading your legs wider as his tongue slips between your slick folds— lapping against your drooling hole.
“Ooh! F-fuck!”
Your fingers in his hair reflexively tighten, Riki hooking your legs over his his shoulders. He’s trying not to get too carried away but you’re so addictive. The most delicious wet dream under his hungry mouth as he teases your clit between his teeth before sucking it into his mouth until you’re arching off the bed. Sucking until your pussy is enflamed and sopping.
Gasping cries blend in with the carnal sounds of him actively trying to lick you into a coma. Your head is spinning. You don’t know if you want to get away or stay right where you are, body writhing in pleasure. It’s not like it doesn’t feel good— the problem is that it’s too good and a possible threat to your sanity.
“Niki!” His name is ripped from your throat in a visceral cry. Body shaking, you beg as coherently as you can to get a break or at least get him to—
“N-not“, your voice cracks, “Don’t suck so har—ah!”
Separating from your bud, Riki kisses the string of spit connecting him away…riiiight before his fat tongue forces its way inside you, writhing and probing against all the right places. Fuck. Your brain turns to mush. A choked moan gets trapped in your chest, thighs quivering. It feels like you’re going crazy. Tensing then relaxing, involuntary bleats escaping when you try to grit your teeth and withstand it.
You can’t tell which is louder; Riki or your pussy. Riki’s sure it’s more than likely him. He’s always been a messy eater on his best day but when he gets his mouth on something he’s been craving? Good luck, babe. Big hands tighten around your waist as he burrows his face deeper between your thighs. You wail, pleasure racing through you when he slips his tongue out your hole only to run devastating long strokes up your slit before lapping at your perky clit in hungry licks before plump lips wrap tight around it.
His earlier vow not to get carried away is nothing but a distant memory now. Hardly a notion.
The taste and smell of you is addicting. You as a whole was another type of hypnotic entirely and that was before he even knew how you looked falling from the highs of vicious ecstasy. But now, ever since having taken you into himself, it’s through you that this new season has unlocked inside of him. You darken the black of his very pupils.
It’s why he’s so starving— so hungry even though you’re pooling into his mouth, sensitive everywhere throbbing beneath his tongue. It’s primal, Riki eats you like he’s trying to tear you apart but he can’t help it. He just wants you so bad and now he’s drowning in you.
Wrecked moans taper into pleading sobs. Hot tears stream down your face as your cunt tightens— pulsing wildly against his ravenous tongue until all the pressure just gives, soaking his mouth when you cum.
Obscene moans and the wet smacking of his lips fill the room but you barely hear it over the ringing in your cotton filled ears— cumming so hard you think you pull something. Each struggling breath prolongs the storm of melting bliss, coating you inside out in a thick haze of heat until you go boneless.
Pinpricks of over sensitivity kick in when he slows down instead of stopping entirely. You’re a gasping sweating, limp mess on his bed as you try to catch your breath and get your limbs to remember their functions. Whining, your fingers in his hair pushy weakly.
“O-okay…”, another lazy lick up your folds, “Enouggghhh—“, Riki looks up and you and falls all over again. Panting through bitten kiss-swollen lips, your hair is mussed, hard nipples poke through your top while your chest heaves and your makeup has started to run a bit. In a rush of heady musk and sugar, your beauty spirals into disarray. He’s purring at this point, kissing your lips one more time before actually separating. Nuzzling your inner thigh contently, he rasps,
“S’ just licking her clean…”. You hold back a scoff. For him to sound so docile like he didn’t just almost lick her off your body is crazy.
Warm pillowy lips make their way up your body in succulent kisses— pausing just long enough to strip your shirt off then his mouth is back to it. Brushing across your collarbone, you pull him into a kiss, tasting yourself with a needy hum. Reaching down, you’re not surprised to find him rock hard but…
“Why’s your dick so wet? Wait, d-did you—!”
Riki doesn’t let you finish because yes—he did but he’d rather be stretching you out then explaining how he came from sucking you off. He doesn’t answer, making sure your earlier question is forgotten; lost to your moan when he slips two fingers in. Thick digits curve up on every sloppy thrust inside you— bullying spots you had trouble even grazing. The wetness is audible, echoing in the room with your whoreish moans.
He wasn’t sure before but as his fingers brush between your cheeks to your other hole— wet from your cum and his spit—he is now. Grinding his fingers in dizzyingly hot pulses, Riki’s voice is wicked. Low and smooth when he purrs out,
“No plug today, pretty girl?”
Your mind goes blank.
“That’s fine, I know exaaactly how my sloppy holes like bein’ stretched out…”.
A third finger squeezes inside, spreading you wonderfully. Shivers wrack your body, wet babbles stumble over your tongue— trying to say something, anything. What that something is, you can’t remember with the way Riki is abusing that aching spot inside you. Greedy eyes take you in, hissing when the hand around his cock tightens, jerking him in uncoordinated strokes.
You’re forced to let go when Riki takes his fingers out to maneuver your legs over his shoulders, pants taken completely off sometime earlier. Tapping the fat, dripping head of his dick on your clit, he almost forgets to reach above you to grab a condom from the small table closest to the bed. Your mouth goes a little dry because he’s big. You saw earlier but it’s still a bit intimidating.
“Pick a hole, baby.” Riki husks down at you, ripping the foil open with his teeth, he rolls it over his length— moaning in unison with you when he slaps it against the heat of your drooling cunt again as you scramble to decide. Unfortunately and unproductively, your lunatic tendencies kick in. The same ones that had you talking back before emerges to pant out—
“Why don’t you pick?”
Teeth flash in a ravenous grin— downright wolfish as he leans down to suck a kiss to the inside of your left knee. Somewhere between the gleam in his eye and the grin should have been your first warning.
“Because if I do”, he kisses your right knee, “I’m picking both and lickin’ em clean when I’m done.” The shocked look on your face is adorable but he’s being serious. You will be absent for the rest of the day and a few of the ones after if you let him pick. That’s the general warning. To you? It’s a challenge.
“Pick then.” Looking at him daringly through your lashes and smeared eyeliner that had been a taste of the ruin to come. Riki has to close his eyes, take a deep breath.
He’s in the middle of counting when you rake your nails down his chest, cooing breathlessly at the red streaks left behind. His eyes snap open when he hears a whiny moan, looking down to find you playing with your nipples. Flicking and squeezing until it almost hurts, staring into his blown pupils with your own. Closing his hand around your throat, Riki feels the racing of your pulse while you squirm.
“Nuh-uh, none of that. Keep talking”, positioning himself at your twitching hole, he squeezes harder. “Get it all out right now, baby— before your messy cunt does all the talking for you.”
Again, you can’t seem to help yourself. Don’t give a second thought to the last straw you trample over with the next sentence.
“Y’want me to beg? Beg for you to fuck me so hard that I’m squirtin’ all ov- nngh!”
Maybe it was your voice, or the way your softness felt underneath him, smooth hands running over him or how he felt sliding between your swollen pussy lips getting wetter with each rock of his hips while you messed with him like the spoiled little thing you are. Whatever it was, it didn’t matter. Not when he’s slamming into your crybaby pussy in one merciless thrust.
He might as well have pressed a reset button on you. Jaw dropped open in a piercing wail, your spine arches at how full you are so fast.
“O-oh god—!” That’s all you can get out through your choked sob when Riki grinds his pelvis that’s flush to yours against your clit while simultaneously kissing that spot inside you that makes you tighten more. Slick dripping onto his covers. You’re so cute— struggling to take him and talk your shit even while your cunt cries around him. He’s almost inclined to take it easy on you. Key word is almost.
“That’s right, baby…”
Pulling out a little more so there’s more of that spine tingling pleasure when he slams back in, setting a heavy pace.
“Go ahead and cry for him…”, The grip on your throat tightens as he uses it to slam you down with each thrust before folding you in half so he can kiss you. Needs to kiss you. His mouth is as devouring as it always is, nipping your lips before licking into the wet space to suck your tongue feverishly— pulling away with a filthy grin as he reaches down to strum your clit.
You really start making noise then. Hot, twitching walls squeeze him like slick fist making him growl against your drooling gloss smeared lips, wearing half of the glittery stuff on his own face but most delightfully—
“There you go— there’s my good girl”, The praise is breathed in your gasping mouth; heady sweetness dripping of his words as you lose your mind.
He’s so fucking deep.
You’re completely incoherent when he decides to latch on to one of your puffy nipples and sucks— broad tongue swirling greedily around the bud. Chest caving, a sharp moan bolts from your lips at the stinging bliss and the sound makes Riki suck harder.
Rolling the puffy nub between his teeth, he closes down to bite— searing pain sweetens the lightening racing up your spine as you cry out. You’re so soft, so wet and lovely beneath him; sensitive body jerking spastically while he fucks you until you can’t tell if you’re one person or his entirely. Sobbing out almost tortured groans and whimpers as he gives your other nipple the same treatment. Sucking it like a pacifier before teasing it between his teeth and biting— soothing the leftover sting with generous laps of tongue and another disgustingly deep grind in your pussy.
“I-I…!” You try. You try like hell to tell him that you’re gonna fucking cum but fail because of how tight he’s choking you. The lack of oxygen heightens your sensitivity as your voice breaks and it’s music to his ears. He shifts inside a little and can tell where you end immediately. Weak hands grab his wrist before he watches your eyes roll back, blissed out. The sight drives him crazy.
“Bein’ so fuckin’ good”, lean hips move faster as your nerves scatter. “My good, pretty little slut letting me fuck her just how we need—! S’fuckin tight…” Each pulpy slam of his hips becomes stickier and stickier so he looks down and curses, almost blows his load at the sight. You’re creaming. Hard. Milky slick bubbling around the base of his cock, making a mess on him as you gasp and cry for him.
Words can’t touch how good you feel— floating as Riki’s fat cock carves you out, absolutely battering that gooey spot inside you. At this rate, you’ll cum until you faint from the way he makes you take it.
Riki groans, rutting into you harder as he looks at your fucked out expression.
“Goddamn if you could see you right now- fuck-“ he curses as he feels another wave of slick pour out of your cunt. This time he’s generous enough to let go of your windpipe so you can rasp out his name through wet keens.
“N-Niki!”
“Yeah, baby? Talk t’me”, He’s being an ass with how he talks down to you this time. You both know the chances of you responding coherently are slim with your eyes fighting not to roll back into your skull in bliss but he keeps it up anyways.
“I’m listening….”, and you know that but he’s fucking into that little nook and— “Gonna cum?” A gurgled moan and dead weight is his answer.
“Yeah, you are.”
Grabbing your hips, he moves your legs higher on his shoulders as he slams you down to meet his thrusts, reveling in the way you warble his name— using you like a cock sleeve and you’re pulling him to your mouth because you really are at your limit. Meeting you in the middle, Riki gives you a sloppy kiss, heat burning through his gut while getting closer to the edge with you.
“Sooo deep—”, you slur out, hearts in your eyes as he rolls his hips in a nasty grind that ends up being the final nail in your coffin. Eyes finally fluttering back and before you can warn him— hot squirt is suddenly splashing against Riki as he fucks you boneless. “Oh, good girl..” Fingers move faster against your poor clit. “Theerrre you go, sweetness—“, Baby names pending…
Despite hitting the eject button on your soul, Riki doesn’t stop.
“Shhh, m’not too deep”, the rough drawl has a warm jolt of electricity light up your spine. Pressing a heavy hand down on your stomach until he feels that familiar hardness and you jerk hard, biting your lip to keep from screaming but what kills is the cooing lilt his voice takes on.
“See?” Riki teases against your lips, drilling your sweet spot raw with syrupy cockhead kisses.
“I’m juuust right for her…” Pressing another juicy kiss to your lips, Riki cooes at the hearts in your eyes as you fight to stay with him.
“Bet it feels real good, hmm baby?” He purrs, hips continuing to pump against yours while he puts you through the mattress and you cry out. High and wrecked, the cockdrunk need in the sound makes his cock throb viciously inside you. “Bit of a— ah! t-tight fit but it’s exactly what she needs, pretty”.
Your body is almost vibrating under all the stimulation— pressure building up like a valve wound too tight and Niki rails you like he’s trying to release it. He growls as another gush of wetness bubbles around his length where you’re connected.
“Mmm, is it good?” Groaning with a sloppy kiss in your ear, Riki eases up on your throat so you can answer and when you do, you sound as wrecked as you feel. Words sappy and weighted,
“Feels-“, you smuggle in more air, raspy whine sweet as cotton in his ears. “Feels good”, You sound foreign even to yourself and the pure want— “So big— hurts so good!” It’s uncensored and unrefined and it’s so fucking hot he pummels you even harder— makin’ sure to get niiiiiiice n’ deep, rubbing himself against your spot until he feels your pussy kiss around him.
“Just don’t know when to keep that pretty mouth shut”, Riki grunts. You watch pleasure pull him apart at the seams through tearily glazed eyes, creamy cunt gripping him deliciously. Each twitching pull of your impending orgasm brings him closer to his own end. Heart pounding, it’s like you can’t get close enough— just craving him. You’ve gone limp now in your blissed out delirium— eyes rolled to the back of your empty skull letting your best friend and boyfriend knock every screw you have totally loose before he’s laying himself flat on top of you, body weight luscious and crushing as he’s molding the hard contours of his sweaty body against your soft ones.
There’s a bit of maneuvering but Riki manages to hook your legs even deeper over his shoulders— rocking his hips forward to hit somewhere deeper, tender, hotter and—
How you wail will leave his ears ringing for days.
Wet muscle of your sodden walls push and pull as liquid jets out of you with a force so strong you nearly blackout.
Ears ringing, the lack of oxygen doesn’t make the overwhelming euphoria any easier to deal with. Your moans are nothing short of feral. Visceral and gripping— hungry pussy leaving rings of sloppy cream around Riki’s cock and that’s the last he can take.
His consuming mouth is back on yours with a vengeance as his heart races, hips slamming into yours in a filthy rhythm. Even with his tongue down your throat, mouth suctioned to yours— carnally feral moans still bleed through, engorged cock throbbing violently inside the syrupy hole he’s shoved into when he lets go. Ballooning the condom inside you with how much he cums.
By the end of it, you’re floaty, sweaty and breathless and you’ve never felt better while he’s thinking about whether Blue Nile or Jared Jewelers has the better engagement rings. He also wonders if he should tell you before or after you catch your breath to tell you he’s not done with you yet.
He still remembers all that showing off you did the last time. Spreading yourself before winking your sloppy holes at him, begging him to fuck you dumb. It got him so bad he was taking consecutive cold showers for almost four days until he finally got a break between the team and classes to go shopping. Thoughts drifting to you while he was out on one of his rare days off when he remembered right there in the ramen isle: condoms + hot girlfriend who likes anal = endless opportunities.
He’s pretty sure he scared the cashier from how happy he looked buying 6 boxes of XL condoms with a starry grin on his face but honestly he was just happy he didn’t pop one in target. It was all worth it though because it got you to now— thoroughly enjoyed on his bedsheets.
The next couple minutes are heavenly as Riki loves all over you— soft lips and sumptuous kisses until you’re melty and pliant. Easing your legs down from his broad shoulders, Riki eases himself out of you to slip the rubber off and toss in the bin next to his nightstand. Laying fully on top of you and you purr— arms coiling around him in a soft embrace. Yet as pleasant as the moment is— Riki has to (affectionately) ruin it. Kissing your pulse point, he nips your ear, whispering lowly.
“Turn around…”
Huh? You look at him like he’s crazy. Brows furrowed in disbelief.
“I-“, you don’t even have the capacity to articulate properly. “I didn’t hear that.” Riki laughs, breathy and dangerous, sucking more hot kisses all over your jugular. You sigh to hide your moan, trying to at least look inconvenienced but your traitorous pussy clenches.
“You heard me the first time cause I’m not telling you again, baby— turn around.” Holy shit.
It’s no surprise that you find yourself on your knees, ass raised and back arched with your chest to the bedding. Behind you, Riki lets out a starved groan, looking at the wetness dripping off your everything deliciously. Like a reflex, he brings his hand down on the soft fat of your ass, biting his lip at the jiggle.
“So beautiful”, he whispers against the stinging skin. “Gonna fuck this hole so good…”
Your stomach drops to the chasming heat in your core. Riki eats up every little reaction you give him as your back arches when his fingers press against your asshole. Fingering at the wet, pink little pucker just above your stretched cunt, already dripping with the juices from your pussy— hole yielding perfectly beneath his fingers. Tiny and tight and eager.
Riki eyes it hungrily, cock pulsing when you ask nervously,
“Think it’ll fit?”
Oh, he knows it’ll fit. He’ll make it fit. You’re his mouthy little anal slut and he knows you’ll be begging for it like a bitch in heat so he pushes in a cum slick finger; right up to the knuckle, then another one, pulling them both apart so he can see your twitching wet insides. “So sexy,” he rumbles, a distinct heat rising in his neck. His entire body is on fire with the need to fully claim each one of your holes. He takes his time fingering you open, marvelling at how soft and gooey you are to the point where he has to know.
“Did you play with her today?”
You shake your head.
“Only prep— Just lube a-and my fingers— didn’t have time for toys”, your voice is wrecked from everything he put you through earlier but the hoarseness suits you, especially now.
“Mmm”, he murmurs, twisting his finger inside as he brings his thumb back to your clit, “Can’t go a day without something up here, huh?”
You gurgle incomprehensibly against pillows, eyes rolling and tongue going slack as Riki adds yet another finger. The arch in your back deepens; pushing out your ass begging to be filled with more than just fingers, even though you’d been screaming barely a few minutes before. “F-fuck me…”
“What’s that, sweetheart?” He says it like that on purpose, cocking his head to the side and shoving his fingers in as deep as they’ll go, watching in delight as your asshole stretches around the intrusions, cunt quivering. “What do you want?” Oh that little jackass— he was going to make you say it. You knew he’d get you back for smart mouthing him earlier. However, your want to cum from your ass outweighs your pride.
“Fuck me, pleaseee Niki…”
Unable to hide his satisfaction, Niki smirks. “Tell me where you want it.” Hissing, he hooks both thumbs into your hole and stretches it open, spitting into it as if marking his territory. It’s dirty. Depraved. So why are you handing him another condom and spreading yourself for more?
Riki doesn’t make you wait any longer once the condoms on. With a feral groan, he directs his cock to your asshole and pushes in— the tight ring of muscle yielding under his force. The mouth watering blissful pain of something so big splitting you open shorts your brain as Riki sinks in with one long, deep thrust.
Distantly, you both remember that he’s the first person to get to do this to you. Possessiveness settles deep and crushing into his chest as he grips tighter. Deliriously, you feel so full with Riki’s cock in your ass that you melt. Moaning shakily with a mouthful of pillow.
“Ready f’me to fuck you stupid?”
He doesn’t wait for you to answer because he knows what the answer is. Gripping your fat ass in both hands he draws out his cock, greasy and dripping in a mix of your juices, until only the head is spreading your deliciously raw hole open. Then he slams in, hard, sending the most gorgeous shriek rolling from your tongue. Body shaking with dry, heaving sobs— your insides flutter and clench impossibly tight.
“I’m gonna die,” your slurred keen drawls listlessly. Your mind fades. As soon as Riki’s cock had slid into you your brain had switched off; leaving you vulnerable to the most carnal sensations. Your body is trembling, burning—each organ churning and each bone rattling like trees in the wind. Fingers twitching weakly at the covers.
Gone.
You’ve been utterly and completely wiped blank.
With enough effort you might be able to go on with life after this, but you know it will never be the same. You’ll spend your days daydreaming about eternity in this moment. Reliving flashbacks until your body reacts and your knees go so weak with pleasure you almost collapse.
Niki rears over you, hips starting up an unforgiving pace. With each brute thrust you grow limper, melting like warm honey beneath his hands and it’s beautiful.
“Told you it’d fit,” Niki groans, feeling you choke his dick like a vice. “Told you it’d fit and now look at you”, he pants, “Loving it…”
He has you in the palm of his hand, perfect and sweet and hes pumping and thrusting— pounding until you’re dripping and destroyed and as succulent as ripe fruit ready to burst.
Gripping your hips, Riki bends himself over the your pliant form, once again using his weight to drive the full force of his thrusts deep into you; licking a rough, wet stripe from mid-spine to the nape of your neck. At the shift of angle you let out a weak scream, shoulders shuddering.
“Probably gonna cum too, yeah?”
You choke on something that doesn’t even sound whole, dripping messy rivulets of slick all over his balls.
“That’s what I thought…”
Muscles draw tight as he feels you cum beneath him. You cum on a scope so intense he half expects you to begin foaming at the mouth but all that spills from between your lips is thick, viscous drool. Your sweet face is contorted in pleasure, hair glowing and dishevelled, body shining and slick with sweat and cum as it thrashes. Soft hips hump back wildly on his cock, spraying that same liquid as before— drenching you both to the point where the bedding is soaked through.
A sound leaves you – some sort of sound – but it’s foreign to his ears; almost animal in nature, something inexplicably deep and primal. It’s a noise that sets his entire body alight, a deep rumble echoing in his bones.
“F-fuck, baby”, He’s so close. “Take it…”
Riki’s grip is iron as he fucks himself in the tight, sucking grip of your ass until release breaks through. Throwing his head back with a ruined groan, molten heat washes over him as holds himself deep inside you and cums. Heavy ball draw up tight as he releases load after load, flooding the condom to the point it’s leaking out the sides and dripping in thick white globs onto the unsalvageable sheets. It’s so good. You’re so good. Each tendon in his neck is taut, each vein pulsing against the skin. You cum again at the sensation, jerking weakly beneath Riki, half sobbing into the wet pillows pressed against your face.
The room is sweltering by the time you’re officially done. Consciousness dips in and out while you try to stay awake but it’s a swiftly losing battle. You can’t feel your legs or your back. Riki’s still nuzzling into the back of your shoulder blades until he notices how still you are.
Turning you gently onto your back, he takes one look at your face and decides he’ll tell you later you’re spending the night. Peppering soft kisses to your cheeks, he calls your name until your eyelids flutter back open and his heart soars in relief.
“Oh god there you are”, he’s like a big dog as he smooches wet kisses all over your face. “I thought I killed you.” A punched out wheeze slips free. You don’t even have the energy to muster sarcasm.
“I thought you were trying to.”
He at least has the decency to look sorry, hands massaging down your body to check— “Does anything hurt?” You shake your head slowly, another wave of dizziness hitting you before your eyes slip shut on his panicked expression.
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When you finally wake up, you’re clean and dry on a soft surface that’s also dry in a huge shirt with a sizeable weight on top of you. Moving, a sharp twinge races up from your lower regions making you hiss. The sound alerts the one on top of you as your face is suddenly being held and you find very big, very guilty eyes staring back at you.
“Baby!” You feel bad for thinking how cute he is all worried like this. “I’m so sorry”, squirming on top of you, Niki is practically in your lap apologizing as he scoots back a breath to hand you a cold bottle of—
“Orange Gatorade?” He nods, kissing your forehead before nuzzling back into your neck.
“Yeah. It’s supposed to help with electrolytes and stuff.” The confused look doesn’t ease off your face so he continues,
“Y’know…since you lost a lot of flui—“, slapping a palm over his mouth you nod sharply.
“Yep. I get it.” He watches you expectantly and that’s when it clicks. He’s waiting for you to drink it now. Handing the bottle back so he can open it, you take a few sips, humming at the light taste before leaning up to kiss him, voice soft and soothing.
“It’s good. Thank you for taking care of me, Niki”.
Riki’s heart does that strange thing it does when he’s around you. Like it flips before bursting into a cloud of butterflies and he’s so glad you like him back like this. You scared him so bad when you just passed out— unresponsive no matter how many times he called your name and the only thing he had to soothe him were the deep, rhythmic rises of your breathing.
Your hands rake through his now clean hair as he tightens his hold around you, suddenly sleepy in the warmth of your company. His voice is uncharacteristically vulnerable when he asks, pressing a similar tender kiss to the back of your other hand in his.
“Can we stay like this for a little bit?”
You nod but you can’t help but wonder…
How long should you date before you tell him that he’s welcome to stay forever?
! Didn’t like this as much as I thought I would so genuinely apologizing bc I might delete soon(like very soon) wait nvm I just didn’t like the colors lmao
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