𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠~ downbad!niki x downbad!reader (or) heavilytattooed!niki x heavilytattooed!reader
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬~ smut (18+ mdni!!!) p in v, Dom!niki, sub!reader, a little bit rough, tattoo kissing, back shots, doggy style, reader has several tattoos, Niki has a few more than reader but a tattoo of her eyes on his right hip, tattoo appreciation/obsession reader has a sensitive back tattoo, niki is referred to as riki, reader is referred to as y/n ONCE!!
𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬~ You just got yourself a fresh back tattoo and your boyfriend, riki, can't get enough of it!
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭~ 1086 (longer than before)
𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭~???
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞~ tell me why I keep writing fics at midnight 🙏 it like this is high key a double update (with the smau I posted). But did I cook guys?
It was sensitive, to say the least. Your new tattoo. Freshly done. It was a back tattoo, the ink trailed all the way down your back. The words '𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆' written across your spine. It hadn't hurt much, just a tingle, but now it was sore.
One thing about it that was considerably hard to miss was the obsessive, six foot tall boyfriend always staring at it. Ever since you came home with that beautiful sentence drawn on your back, Riki had barely been able to keep his hands off you. He was pathetic. Utterly and gorgeously pathetic.
But his piercing eyes didn’t stop you from flaunting the tattoo. You had worn cropped shirts and tube tops just to show it off- even going as far as to wearing a bedazzled, sheer-backed hoodie when going out with him.
He was jealous all night. You called it possessive, he called it protective. Either way, he acted out a little too much to your childhood best friend, Jonah. You had apologised to him later though.
Now, it was three fucking am and you couldn’t sleep because Riki was humping your leg. Not ideal.
“Riki, baby? What are you doing?” you sighed like this was a regular thing and you were only checking to see if he was tired yet and not why the fuck he was humping you.
“Oh- shit..,” he hissed, pulling back as though that would erase what you had just seen caught him doing, “I- I didn’t realise you were awake, I’m so sorry, babe, that’s was disgusting of me-“
You hummed quietly, then spoke again, “Does it hurt that much?” while turning over and kissing his cheek.
He nodded in response, burying his face in your neck- sucking and biting on the soft flesh there as he mumbled quietly, “Can you help me?”
You pressed a gentle kiss to his soft lips, sending a wave of warmth through your body as his hands wandered under your tank top towards the sensitive skin.
Shocked, you twitched at the soreness that lingered around the area, but Riki just pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder and muttered, “Been thinking about giving you back shots since you came home with this fucking tattoo the other day.” His jaw was set, restraint coiling in his muscles as he tried his hardest not to overwhelm you.
Once he had undressed both of you, he guided one of your hands to his right hipbone, where the ink of your cat-like eyes sat, while his other guided your free hand to his cheek, rubbing the back of your palm with his thumb.
“You looked so fucking good when I saw you, and you look so much better now that’s it’s healed,” he spoke while littering sweet kisses along your collarbone.
“It’s still sensitive, Riki,” you giggled when his fingers ghosted along your spine. You could feel his hardness pressed against your inner thigh, begging to be touched. But you wouldn’t do that yet, you would let the foreplay happen.
“I love it so much, princess,” he groaned and buried his face into your neck, breath fanning across your pulse point and eyelashes fluttering against your nape, “please let me inside of you- I need it so bad…”
He sounded so genuinely hurt that your eyes watered and you felt your own pain start to build up in your heart, “Of course, babe, I’ll turn over,” you whispered softly as your back now brushed his chest.
He sat up straight, knees on either side of your legs, the bone pressing gently into the mattress as it dipped beneath you both. “My god,” he muttered in awe as his fingers- once again- traced your tattoo, “I love you so much.
Riki leaned down, careful not to put all his weight on you, and peppered kisses along the flesh of your back. He was being so sweet that you barely even noticed that he was slipping inside until you felt him bottom out in you and let out a quiet moan.
Your breath hitched (a sound that he loved) as he began grinding against your backside with small, circular hip movements. Soon enough, your quiet breaths turned into to small whimpers, leading further into moans.
Every so often, Riki would press another kiss to you back as his hands traced the others tattoos that were littered along your body, the matching kiss mark that you both had on your leg hip, a rose behind your ear, the word ‘𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩’ on your inner thigh, everywhere his hands could reach.
Before long, his slow movements gathered speed, his large palms now pressed into your hips as he dragged you back and forth on his length, “Shit- you feel so good y/n, I can never-“ he paused, then let out a quiet, uncontrolled moan before continuing, “never- hmm- get enough of you…”
You titled your head slightly to face him as he spoke, hair sticking to your forehead and the back of your neck from the sweat, “I can’t-“ a barely-audible whimper slipped out from pass your lips, “ get enough of you either.
Riki smirked, eyes full of mischief and desire as he dragged you back and forth on his crotch harshly. You just whimpered again in response, and your boyfriend's eyes shine like just won the lottery.
You could feel the tight knot in your stomach aching as you approached your release.
“Are you close, baby?” he panted, hand already holding yours as they pressed into the mattress, “Me too, do it with me, please baby,” he squeezed your hand gently and you sighed, already nodding as he pounded into you faster than before.
When you finally came, it hit you like a tidal wave, both of your fresh fluids trainiling down your thighs and onto the bed as he pulled out of you, kissing your tattoo again.
You turned over in his grip so your back was pressed to his chest, “Did I go too hard?” he whispered against your shoulder, still looking for a way to improve even if the last session was perfect.
“You were amazing, babe,” you murmured back before closing your eyes.
“I love you, goodnight.”
“I love you more, good night, angel.”
Just as you began drifting off, you felt the unmistakable outline of Riki’s length pressed to your backside… again.
“Riki.”
“I’m sorry, I only looked at it, I swear!”
You sighed deeply and tiredly. This was going to be a long night.
