the heat of your ovulation surges through you like a wildfire, making every nerve tingle with desperate need. riku senses it immediately, his eyes darkening in that soft but commanding hunger as he backs you against the cool wall of your bedroom. his hands grip your hips firmly but gently, pulling your ass back against his hardening cock through his pants.
"fuck, baby, you're so wet already, aren't you? i can smell how bad you need me to fill you up," he murmurs into your ear, his voice low and teasing, breath hot against your skin.
you whimper, nodding frantically, your body arching instinctively as he shoves your panties aside. his fingers slide between your thighs, stroking your slick folds before plunging two inside, curling them just right to make you gasp.
"that's it, baby, make a mess for me. tell me how empty your pussy feels without my cock stretching it wide." his free hand wraps around your throat from behind, not squeezing hard, just holding you in place as he pumps his fingers faster, your juices coating his hand and dripping down your legs.
"riku… please—" you beg, voice breaking into a sob of need, your walls clenching around him. he chuckles softly, withdrawing his fingers only to smear your wetness across your lips before kissing you messily over your shoulder.
his tongue invades your mouth, sloppy and deep, saliva mixing as he devours you. you taste yourself on him, and it only makes you buck against his hand, chasing more.
he frees his cock with a quick unzip, thick and throbbing, the tip already leaking pre cum. "gonna fuck you right here. make you drip all over the floor before i even get you to bed."
and without a further warning, he lines up and thrusts in deep from behind, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. you cry out, nails scraping the wall as your pussy stretches around his girth, so full it borders on overwhelming. he doesn't give you time to adjust, starting a steady rhythm, hips snapping forward with controlled power.
each thrust slaps wetly against your ass, his balls smacking your clit with every drive. "gosh, listen to that—cunt's sucking me in like she never wants me to leave. my pretty doll is a slut today, huh? milking me dry with that greedy, fucking delicious pussy."
his words make you shiver, another whimper escaping as you push back, meeting his pace. he leans in closer, biting your earlobe before licking a stripe up your neck, saliva trailing in its wake.
sweat begins to bead on your skin, the room filling with the obscene sounds of flesh and your breathless moans. riku's hand slides down to rub your clit in tight circles, his other arm banding around your waist to hold you steady.
"cum for me, doll. soak my cock so i can fuck you even harder." the pressure builds fast, your legs trembling, and you shatter with a wail, pussy spasming around him, gushing wetness that trickles down both your thighs.
he groans, thrusting through your orgasm, but doesn't stop. "not done yet?" you shake your head immediately, making riku chuckles.
he pulls out slowly, your combined fluids stringing between you, then spins you around to crash his lips against yours in a bruising kiss. tongues tangle sloppily, spit dribbling from the corners of your mouth as he walks you backward towards the bed, never breaking contact.
you collapse onto the mattress together, him hovering over you as he strips off your shirt and panties with eager hands. "look at you, all flushed and whimpering. spead those legs for me, baby. show me that pretty pussy begging to be bred." you obey instantly, thighs parting wide, welcoming.
he settles between them, cock nudging your entrance. he sinks back in inch by inch, eyes locked on yours, making you feel every ridge and vein as he fills you completely.
"so—tight—" he groans, starting to thrust languidly at first, grinding his hips to rub your clit with his pubic bone, then picks up speed. kisses pepper your jaw, your collarbone, down to your breasts where he sucks a nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing just enough to make you arch. saliva glistens on your skin from his licks and bites, mixing with the sweat slicking your bodies.
your hands clutch his shoulders, nails digging in as waves of pleasure crash over you. "riku… god—more," you whimper, voice hoarse, tears pricking your eyes from the intensity. he smirks against your skin, pounding harder now, the bed creaking under you.
"more? you want me to wreck this pussy until you're screaming? that's my girl—take it all, let me flood you with my cum." his dirty talk pushes you over again, your second orgasm ripping through you, walls fluttering wildly around him.
he keeps going, pace unrelenting, sweat dripping from his brow onto your chest. "gonna cum soon, doll. fill you up so good, then keep fucking my seed back inside." with a guttural moan, he buries deep and unloads, hot spurts painting your insides as you milk him with your clenching pussy.
cum leaks out around him cock when he finally pulls back, but he doesn't let go to waste, scooping it up with his fingers to push it back in, then bringing them to your mouth. "taste us. lick it clean."
you suck greedily, whimpering at the salty tang, your body still humming. but neither of you is done. after a few minutes of lazy kisses and grinding, his cock hardens inside you again. hours pass like this—thrusts turning sloppy, bodies glistening with sweat, the sheets soaked with cum and saliva. he flips you occasionally, but now he wants more control.
riku sits up, pulling you with him into his lap facing away, then hooks his arms under your knees, lifting and spreading you wide in a full nelson. your arms are pinned behind you, body exposed and helpless as he positions his cock at your entrance. "this is gonna be mean, doll. gonna bounce you on my cock until you're a drooling mess." he drops you down, impaling you fully, the angle hitting so deep you scream, head falling back against his shoulder.
he holds you there, arms like steel bands, and starts thrusting up hard, using your weight to drive you down onto him. "fuck, yes—feel that? my cock owning every inch of you. you're dripping everywhere, such a filthy little thing.
saliva pools in your mouth from the overwhelming sensations, dribbling down your chin as you whimper incoherently, body jolting with each brutal slam. sweat pours off both of you, mixing with the cum leaking from your stuffed pussy, making everything slick and messy.
kisses land on your neck between grunts, his tongue lapping at the salt on your skin. "cum again for me. squeeze me until i empty everything i have left." the position leaves you no escape, pleasure bordering on pain as he grinds relentlessly.
your third, fourth orgasms blend into one endless haze, body shaking, pants turning into sobs of ecstasy. finally, after what feels like eternity, riku tenses, roaring as he cums again, flooding you until it overflows, splattering your thighs and the bed.
he lowers you gently after, both collapsing in a heap of panting, sweat-drenched limbs. cum and saliva smear everywhere, your bodies utterly wrecked and satisfied. "that's my good girl," he whispers, kissing your neck softly. "milked me completely… just like you wanted."
ಇ. this one is special bc now i'm ovulating too <3
⋆ riku just wants to be good for you (+18)
( ★ ) riku is DEVOTED, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, a lot of praise, missionary, riku calls you 'wife', cowgirl, cumming inside
the soft glow of the candlelight flickers across the room, casting warm shadows on the rose petals scattered over the silk sheets of your bed. it’s valentine’s day and riku has planned everything with his usual thoughtfulness—champagne hilling nearby, a playlist of your favorite slow songs humming in the background, and his eyes locked on you with that tender adoration that always makes your heart flutter. he pulls you close, his hands gentle as they trace your arms, pulling you into a deep kiss that tastes like chocolate from the dessert he fed you earlier.
“you look exceptionally beautiful tonight,” he whispers against your lips, his voice low and sincere, fingers brushing your hair back. “i want to take care of you, make you feel every bit of how much i love you.”
he guides you to the bed, laying you down with care, his lips trailing soft kisses along your neck as he undresses you slowly, savoring each inch of skin he reveals. his touch is reverent, like you’re the most precious thing in the world, and when you’re bare, he pauses to drink you in, eyes shining with affection.
riku kneels between your legs, his hands spreading your thighs wide, and he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh. “let me taste you, love. i want to make you feel so good.”
his breath warms your pussy, and then his tongue flicks out, flat and broad, licking up your slit in one long, deliberate stroke. he groans at your flavor, the sound vibrating against you as he dives in deeper, his mouth sealing over your folds. he sucks gently at first, pulling your clit between his lips with a wet pop, then laps at it hungrily, his tongue circling the swollen nub while his fingers dig into your hips to hold you steady.
he eats you out like he’s starved for you, tongue thrusting inside your entrance, fucking you with it in short, insistent pushes before dragging it back up to swirl around your clit. saliva mixes with your arousal, dripping down your ass as he devours you, his chin glistening when he pulls back for a breath, only to plunge in again.
“you taste so fucking sweet,” he murmurs, voice muffled against your pussy, the praise filthy yet laced with sweetness. “my perfect girl, getting so wet for me.” he alternates between sucking hard on your clit, making your hips buck, and licking broad stripes through yor folds, his nose bumping your sensitive spot with each pass. one hand slides up to pinch your nipple lightly, rolling it between his fingers, while the other presses two fingers into your heat, curling them to stroke that spot inside that makes you gasp.
your moans fill the room, and riku hums in approval, the vibration sending sparks through you. he doesn’t stop until you’re trembling, your orgasm crashing over you as he laps up every drop, his tongue soothing and insistent, drawing out your pleasure until you’re boneless beneath him.
he kisses your thigh tenderly as you come down, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before crawling up to kiss you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his lips. “that was just the start,” he whispers, eyes locked on yours. “i need to see your face now, watch you while i make love to you.”
he positions himself above you in missionary, his body aligning with yours, cock hard and throbbing against your thigh. he rubs the head through your slick folds, coating himself before pushing in slowly, inch by inch, filling you completely. you both gasp at the stretch, and he holds still, forehead pressed to yours.
“you’re so tight, so warm around me. i love feeling you like this.” then he starts to move, deep thrusts that grind his hips against your clit with each stroke, his eyes never leaving yours.
the intimacy is electric—every roll of his hips, every shared breath, as he watches your expressions, the way your lips part in peasure.
“that’s it, look at me,” he breathes, one hand cradling your face, thumb brushing your cheek. “i want to see how good i make you feel, my beautiful wife.” his pace builds, steady and loving, cock sliding in and out with wet sounds that mix with your shared moans.
he leans down to capture your mouth in a kiss, tongues tangling as he drives deeper, hitting that perfect angle inside you that has you clinging onto him desperately. sweat beads on his skin, and he praises you endlessy.
“so responsive, taking me so well, i could stay inside you forever.” yoou wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, and he groans, his control fraying as he chases your release together.
when you’re both teetering on the edge, he slows just enough to shift positions, rolling you both so you’re straddling him. his hands settle on your hips, guiding you as you sink down onto him, the new angle letting him hit even deeper.
you rock against him, grinding your clit on his pelvis, and he watches you intently, eyes dark with desire and love. “yes, just like that—fuck, you feel incredible.” his fingers trace patterns on yuor skin, one hand moving to cup your breast, thumb flicking your nipple as you ounce on his length.
the rhythms builds, your bodies slick and moving in perfect sync, his cock throbbing inside you with each rise and fall. he sits up slightly, pulling you into his chest for closer eye contact, lips brushing yours.
“cum for me again, show me how much you love this.” his ords tip you over, your pussy clenching around him as waves of pleasure hit, and he follows right after thrusting up hard as he spills inside you, hot cum filling you with a groan of your name. he holds you through it, kissing your shoulder, your neck, whispering how perfect you are, how he’s yours forever.”
as you collapse together, still connected, he wraps his ars around you, nuzzling into your hair. “happy valentine's day, love.”
riku's mouth stayed glued to your dripping pussy, his lips slick with your cum as he slurped noisily, refusing to come up for air even after you'd cum three times on his tongue.
your thighs quaked around his head, muscles twitching from the overload, but he pinned them down with his strong hands, thumbs spreading your ass cheeks wide to expose every inch of your soaked hole. juices leaked out in thick rivulets, running down your crack and pooling on the sheets beneath you, turning the fabric dark and sticky.
“fuck, riku... stop, i—can't,” you whined, voice cracking as another spasm hit your clit. but he ignored you, diving deeper, his tongue shoving inside your clenching entrance to fuck you with wet, sloppy thrusts.
he pulled out strings of your arousal with each withdrawal, letting it drip onto his chin before sucking it back up greedily. the room reeked of sex—your sharp, tangy scent mixed with his sweat, heavy and overwhelming.
he hadn’t fucked you yet, had not even unzipped his pants, but you saw the evidence of his desperation: a huge, spreading wet stain at his groin, the front of his jeans darkened where his cock had been leaking precum nonstop.
then it hit—a full, uncontrollable spurt. he grunted into your folds as he cummed hard in his pants, the hot mess soaking through the denim, seeping out to trickle down his balls. your sweet moans, those breathy cries that echo off the walls, pushed him over without a single touch.
“taste so fucking good,” he growled raw against your skin, his breath panting hot bursts that made your pussy twitch. he lapped at the mess like a starving man, tongue flat and rough as it dragged from your asshole up through your swollen lips, collecting every drop.
your clit pulsed under the assault, red and puffy, and he didn’t let up—sucking it between his lips with a wet pop, teeth grazing just enough to sting.
you bucked wildly, grinding your soaked cunt on his face, smearing your fluids across his cheeks and nose until he was drenched, looking like he's been dunked in your essence.
more cum gushed out, flooding his mouth; he swallowed some but let the excess spill over, bubbling at the corners of his lips and trailing down his neck to soak his shirt collar. his own pants squelched faintly as he shifted, the cum inside cooling and sticking to his skin, but it only made him hungrier.
“one more, doll,” he rasped, voice thick and gravelly, eyes wild as they met yours from between your legs.
he jammed two fingers into your pussy without warning, curling them to hit that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyelids. they pumped in and out with obscene squelching sounds, your walls gripping him tight, pulling at his knuckles. his thumb rubbed your clit in brutal circles while his tongue flicked at your asshole, rimming the puckered hole with filthy intent.
the overstimulation burned, your nerves screaming from the raw friction, but pleasure coiled anyway, building fast and vicious.
you screamed his name, nails raking his scalp as you rode his face harder, your ass lifting off the bed. fluids sprayed out in a messy squirt, hitting his chin and chest, drenching him further.
he drank it down, moaning like it was the best thing he's ever tasted (and it was), his free hand palming his spent cock through the soaked fabric, squeezing out another weak dribble.
your body convulsed, pussy spasming around his fingers as the fourth orgasm ripped through you, harder than the last. he didn’t stop, finger-fucking you through it, tongue lashing your clit until you were sobbing, oversensitive and wrecked.
the bed was a disaster—sheets twisted and stained with your combined messes, the air thick with the raw stink of cum and sweat.
riku finally pulled back, face glistening, lips swollen and red, but his eyes burned with need. “not done yet,” he said, voice hoarse. “gonna make you soak me all night.”
ಇ. it might be a bit different from my others posts bc this one has been sitting in my drafts for a LONG time..... like ever since i stopped writing for kpop- it was originally a haechan one (bc he's also a munch as wbk) so i made some teeny tiny changes to fit kuri! hope u enjoy <3
after your boyfriend himself asked you to “refresh” him by plucking his brows, you honestly didn’t expect it to turn into a battle of wills.
first you slipped the pink bunny headband onto him, pushing his long hair back. it looked ridiculous and unfairly cute on him, and maybe that was already working against your focus. then you tried the first position.
he sat on the closed toilet lid, legs open, and you stood between them, leaning in close enough to smell his shampoo.
“riku, can you stop moving?” you muttered, plucking another stubborn hair.
“it hurts…” he pouted, shoulders flinching, fingers squeezing at your waist like you were the one needing comfort.
“baby.” you sighed, narrowing your eyes at another stray.
the bathroom lighting was awful—yellow and flat, shadows in all the wrong places. the combination of terrible visibility and your way-too-dramatic boyfriend was testing every drop of your patience.
“not the time for petnames when you’re literally torturing me, doll,” riku complained through a hiss as you pulled two at once. “ouch!”
“i’m not being sweet. i’m calling you a baby. i’m insulting you.” you groaned, giving up at last. the tweezers clinked against the sink counter as you stepped out in defeat.
riku followed, still sulking, still dramatic.
“can’t you just use a razor like a normal person?” he whined, wrapping himself around you from behind like a koala with hurt feelings.
“a normal person uses tweezers, riku. get off me!” you smacked his arms lightly, but of course he didn’t budge.
“but it hurts~~” he buried his face in the crook of your neck, lips finding your skin with a soft, needy peck.
you rolled your eyes so hard you felt it in your soul.
how were you supposed to do the simplest beauty task on the overgrown toddler you called a boyfriend?
then an idea nudged at the edge of your mind.
and honestly… you shouldn't have let it win.
the second he picked up his phone to shoot the moment, you knew he was enjoying this way more than he should.
riku lay with his head on your lap, hair pushed back, the living room lighting finally cooperating. your fingers hovered over his brow—and his mouth, of course, was latched onto your left breast.
at least he couldn’t squirm this way.
“stop moving, riku!” you swatted his wandering hand again.
“doll, i love your idea.” his voice vibrated warmly against your skin, muffled by the soft weight of your boob in his mouth. “maybe we could pluck brows every other day, huh? or literally any hair of my body.”
his lips were lazy and warm, saliva cooling against your skin in messy little patches. every so often he gave a slow, absentminded pull, like he wasn’t even thinking about it—like he was just soothing himself. the tip of his tongue idly flicked your nipple, and your breath wavered.
you were regretting this. deeply. stupidly.
“and stop that,” you tried again, lifting your chest away, but he only tightened his arm around your waist and brought you back down, whining like you were the one being difficult. his cheeks hollowed, his eyes fluttered, and there it was—pure, helpless pleasure.
your gaze drifted left for one disastrous second.
the bulge straining under his sweatpants wasn’t exactly subtle.
you sighed, resigning yourself to fate, but the corner of your mouth was already curving up.
another simple task, doomed from the start, about to end with you bent—probably over the couch—over.
ಇ. it's only suggestive, but i'm just making sure 😭😭 this blurb was inspired by a gojo fanart i've seen on twitter by yunomoai!
the café hummed with the soft murmur of conversations and the clink of porcelain cups, but in your tucked-away corner booth, the world felt smaller, more intimate. shadows from the potted plants draped over the wooden table, shielding riku and you from the occasional glance of other patrons.
riku sat rigid, his fingers gripping the edge of his coffee mug like a lifeline, his cheeks already flushed pink. he kept darting his eyes toward the counter, where the barista wiped down the espresso machine, convinced that every sound was a step closer to discovery.
you lounged across from him with a predatory smile, your legs crossed under the table. the sundress you were wearing hugged your curves perfectly, the hem riding up just enough to tease the smooth skin of your thighs. hair cascaded over one shoulder as you leaned forward, your voice a low, sultry whisper that cut through the ambient noise.
“you look so tense, baby,” you murmured, eyes locking onto his wide, nervous ones. “is it the coffee? or is it because you know i could make you squirm right here?”
riku swallowed hard, his adam's apple bobbing. “doll, please,” he hissed, his voice barely audible over the jazz playing faintly from the speakers. “someone could see us. we're in public.”
his free hand fidgeted with the napkin in his lap, crumpling it into a ball. he shifted in his seat, trying to create some distance, but the booth's high backs trapped them in their private bubble.
you chuckled softly, the sound vibrating with mischief. “public? that's what makes it fun, baby. imagine if that cute girl over there knew what i'm thinking about doing to you.” you nodded subtly toward a table across the room, where a young woman sipped her latte, oblivious.
riku's eyes followed, then snapped back, his face burning hotter. “stop,” he pleaded, but there was a tremor in his voice, a hint of excitement he couldn't quite hide.
your foot nudged his under the table first, your now bare toes tracing a slow line up his calf. “what if i told you i can see how hard you're getting just from my words?” you continued, tone dripping with mock innocence. “your cock twitching in those pants, begging for attention. do you think anyone would notice if i reached over and stroked it right here?”
riku's breath hitched, his mug clattering slightly as he set it down too fast. “doll, no. we're gonna get kicked out or... or arrested.” he glanced around again, heart pounding.
the café wasn't packed, but a family at the next table over laughed at something, and an older couple browsed the pastry case. the thrill of exposure gnawed at him, making his stomach twist even as a forbidden heat pooled in his groin.
undeterred, your smile widened.
you uncrossed your legs, foot sliding higher, pressing against his inner thigh now. “arrested? for what, loving my boyfriend a little too much? come on, kuri, live a little. i bet if i whispered how wet my pussy is right now, thinking about sucking you off under this table, you'd forget all about that fear.” your words hung in the air, explicit and unfiltered, painting vivid images in his mind. he could almost feel your lips around him, warm and insistent, right there in the open.
he squirmed, his thighs clamping together instinctively, but that only trapped your foot closer. “you're insane,” he whispered, though his voice cracked with arousal. his cock strained against the fabric of his jeans, the pressure building unbearably.
your eyes gleamed with triumph; you loved this—pushing him to the edge, watching his shyness crumble under your boldness.
“that's why you love me,” you replied, voice a velvet caress. now, your hand joined the tease.
you reached across the table casually, as if passing the sugar, but your fingers brushed his knuckles first, then trailed down his arm.
“imagine my hand wrapping around your thick cock, pumping it slow and firm while you try to keep a straight face. would you moan for me? or bite your lip and pretend to read the menu?”
riku's pulse raced, his body betraying him as pre-cum dampened his boxers. “stop talking like that,” he begged, but his protest lacked conviction. the café's warmth felt stifling now, every sip of coffee doing nothing to cool the fire you were stoking.
you didn't stop. instead, you slid your hand under the tablecloth's edge, your palm landing boldly on his knee. your fingers splayed out, inching upward with deliberate slowness.
“shh, just relax,” you cooed. “no one's looking. but even if they were... wouldn't that make your cock throb even harder?” your nails scraped lightly over the denim, sending jolts straight to his core.
he froze, eyes widening as your hand climbed higher, cupping the growing bulge in his lap. “fuck, doll,” he gasped under his breath, his hips jerking involuntarily. the touch was electric, your grip firm through the layers of cloth, squeezing just enough to make him ache.
“there it is,” you purred, thumb circling the outline of his shaft. “so hard for me already. i could unzip you right now, let my fingers slip inside and stroke that hot skin. feel you pulse in my hand while the barista calls out orders.” you leaned in closer, breath warm against his ear as you whispered, “or maybe i'd make you touch me back. slide your hand up my skirt, finger me until i can't sit still.”
riku's mind reeled, torn between pulling away and thrusting into your grasp. the risk amplified everything—the distant chatter, the aroma of fresh brews, the way your dress clung to your breasts as you breathed faster. your hand worked him now, rubbing up and down in subtle strokes, the friction building pressure that made his toes curl in his shoes.
“please,” he murmured, not sure if he meant stop or more. a waiter passed by your booth, glancing their way, and riku's heart stopped. but the man kept walking, none the wiser. your laughter was silent, your eyes dancing with wicked delight.
you squeezed him harder, your palm pressing flat against his erection. “see? no one cares. but you do, don't you? that's what makes this so fucking hot.” your free hand toyed with the neckline of your dress, drawing his gaze to the swell of your cleavage. “i want to climb under this table and swallow your cum, baby. let it spill down my throat while you pretend to sip your drink.”
the words undid him. his cock twitched violently under your touch, leaking more as you unzipped his fly with expert stealth—the sound muffled by the café's noise. your fingers delved inside, wrapping around his bare length, skin on skin now. you pumped him slowly, your grip slick from his arousal, thumb swiping over the sensitive head.
riku bit his lip hard, stifling a groan. his hands clenched the table edge, knuckles white. “doll... i'm gonna…” the warning was breathless, desperate.
“cum for me then,” you commanded softly, your strokes quickening just enough. “right here, in my hand. show me how much you love the danger.”
he shattered silently, his body tensing as hot spurts coated your fingers. waves of pleasure crashed over him, his vision blurring with the intensity. you milked every drop, your expression one of pure satisfaction, before withdrawing your hand and licking your fingers clean with a wink—casual as if tasting cream from your pastry.
riku slumped back, panting, utterly spent and exposed in the best way. “you're gonna kill me one day,” he muttered, but a shy smile tugged at his lips.
you grinned, leaning back with feigned innocence. “worth it, though, right?” the café carried on around you, oblivious to the storm you’d just weathered in the hidden corner.
ಇ. uhhh it was supposed to be a small suggestive scenario... but i think i got carried away oops
first of all, i just wanted to say that your works are peak and them being riku centered just make me so happy like hell yea more riku fics 😝 next i kinda have a thought.. in your last writing he was like shy and stuff yet he still enjoyed it, and it got me thinking and i kinda feel like the shyness(?) would quickly vanish and the roles could easily be reversed, and he’d be the one doing all this freaky stuff in public like in a kind of dom way (maybe even more than just teasing idk ) it’s not a groundbreaking thought or wtv i’m just yapping here and hope it at least makes sense lmao
OMG I'M LOVING THIS!!! i created this blog just because it was so hard to find riku fics 😭😭 (not only his but wish in general) i'm glad y'all are liking it!! THANK YOUUU!!
and i'm gonna say... i love when the roles are reversed
like it would happen days after your little stunt at the café. he'd think about that day more than he'd like to admit and how he could payback. that's why he finds (or make) the perfect opportunity at the mall... well, the parking lot.
he'd pin you against the car door, using his body to block you from the few passing shoppers. he'd hike up your skirt, exposing your pussy and gosh, he'd be so smug about it because of course you'd be wet. you were since he dragged you to the parking lot, commanding in that low tone in your ear ugh. he'd still be a bit afraid of getting caught, glancing around to make sure no one can catch you there before sliding two fingers along your wet folds, teasing you. and just when you whine, almost begging for more, he thrusts them inside. you let your head fall onto his shoulder as soon as he curls his fingers upwards while using his thumb to rub your clit. your hips stutter against his hand as riku pumps faster, scissoring his fingers inside you. your juice coating his knuckles and dripping down his wrist.
he'd so whisper taunts about the risk of getting caught and worse! people finding out about you being just a little whore, desperate for his attention and fingers in broad daylight. but riku is a sweetheart! he'd never let his poor girlfriend without her orgasm. ever. that's why he'd speed up his pace, fingering you relentlessly until you clench and spasm before him, letting your cum soak his fingers against the damn car door.
