life with your sweet angel of a boyfriend, absolute purrfection.
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: pumabf!riki x reader
smut, established relationship, domestic fluff, protective!ki, jealousy, cuddling, lots of kissing, oral (f.+ m. receiving), he purrs, sub!reader, bratty!reader, biting (he does it with love), little bit of blood mentioned, morning sex, swearing, teasing, not proofread lolz (3.9k words)
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ promises he doesn't mean to but is insanely protective.
an arm around your should or waist, eyes ghosting around any room you step it looking for a threat. you would think you're entering a cage of fighting lions, but no — you're just entering a supermarket. the poor other costumers were treated like missiles about to explode by him. "ki, red or green?" no response. "ki?" "hm?" he mutters, eyes still roaming around. your hands find his face, snapping him out of his haze. the moment your eyes meet he softens, sharp eyes turning big, brows relaxing. "do you want red or green grapes?" you ask again. "oh, green please." he smiles softly, eyes crinkling. but as soon as you turn to grab the grapes he snaps back to scan the room for any potential threat.
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ full on gnarls when you're being bratty heheheh
he tries to be as nice to you as he can while he's balls deep inside you. poor boy gets so lost inpleasure and turns absolutely wild. he wants his hands all over you at the same time, like his hands are never in the same position for more than ten seconds. the first time you slept together he was trembling with how much he had to hold himself back, pretty boy blanked out at the feeling of your pussy around him :(( but with time you wanted to see what he's hiding, there was a little bite or choke every now and then but you want this man WILD. "can't even fuck me properly, huh?" "come on, is this all you've got?" you are an absolute manace and after the initial shock riki experienced hearing those words coming from you, his heavy breaths and choked moans were replaced by grunts as he slammed his hips against you with one smooth motion. satisfied with the sqeaky moan it got out of you, he thought this was the end – a mere little slipup on your part. but no, this only fuelled you. "what," you giggled between small gasps, "too shy to put me through the matress?" oh this was your end. within the blink of an eye he had you flipped on your stomach, legs rough nudged apart before he buries himself inside of you again. you know that he's big, i mean look at the height of him his dick was bound to be more than average, but he has never been this deep in you. for a moment you believe you've lost hearing and your brain switched off. as if you weren't in heaven enough already, the feeling of him carelessly lying on top of you, cock drilling in and out of your puffy pussy, had you speechless. "oh now you wanna shut up, hm?" he gnarls into your ear, yanking your hair back. you mouth falls open, but no words come out of it; only whines and throaty moans. "wanna act like a fucking brat but cave at the feeling of me destroying your cunt huh?" messy kisses were placed on your exposed neck, sharp fangs grazing that one sensitive spot that has you pussy flutter. pathetic whines answer him and he chuckles, " 's what i thought baby, now come on and take it."
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ is practically glued to you at all times.
yes, outside he's protective, rough boyfriend but once you're home? oh that boy turns to puddle around you. he's still stuck on you, but he basically clings to you like a koala. "babyyyy, can you pleaaaaase just come to the couch with me?" he whines as you fold your clothes. "ki, i told you that as soon as i'm down with this i'll be all yours." "but," he sighs, "it always takes you so long to do itttt." you'd think he hasn't seen you in days, meanwhile the only time you were separated today was when either of you went to the toilet; and even then he was outside the door yapping your ear off. your person space is his person space and he refuses to change that for a single moment of the day.
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ is such a cuddle bug.
the minute you lie down, he's on you. i mean full on covering every part of you, face nuzzling into your neck as his arms circle your waist. a content sigh escapes him, this is his absolute favourite thing. your smell hits his nose instantly and he can't help but try and get closer to (it's literally impossible at this point). if possible, he would crawl into your skin to discover parts of you he has yet to see. "ki that giggles." you giggle, lovingly smacking his shoulder. "mmmm, you smell so good baby." his voice barely noticeable as how closely his lips are pressed against your skin. "you've smelled me a million times before silly boy. how can you not get bored?" in the blink of an eye he sat up. he looked purely distraught. "how can you say that?" he questioned, dead serious. "if i ever happen to lose you i need to be able to find you again! your smell is key here." you stare at him, utterly baffled. a moment of silence passes, both of you just staring at each other. "i mean," you start, "you have my location at all times and you're pretty much always with me." he scoffs, "well obviously, but there's still a small chance of you getting lost or taken from me." your heart swells at his confession. "awwww, come here baby." you open your arms wide and he happily plops back down on you again. content hums leave him again, accompanied by a deep sigh. softly, your fingers start threading through his hair, earning such lovely sounding purrs from him, vibrating against your chest. "i love you so much," he mumbles sleepily, the affect hair playing as him is insane. "i love you, ki." you whisper back as he drifts off to sleep. aren't you the luckiest to have this clingy cuddly giant.
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ get jealous easily :((
he would never accuse you of straying away and being not loyal. ever. if someone's eyes linger on you more than three seconds he's ready to pounce. as we've established he always has a hand on you somewhere, so obviously you're off the market! he uses his height as an advantage, no matter how tall you are, he most likely will be taller that you. looking like you shack he sends daggers across the room, eyes narrowing with anger. however, as soon as you notice and spin around, putting a hand on his cheek he turns to mush. "what's gotten you so worked up baby?" you mutter, small smile on your face. "just this guy looking at you. it's insulting to both you and me." he murmurs, but you can tell by his voice that all his attention is on you now, guy long forgotten at your display of attention. you turn, "who is it?" "red shirt." you scoff, "slimey looking thing." at that he chuckles, lips pressing a soft kiss on the top of your head. "i love you, angel." you reach down, intertwining your fingers with his, "don't worry ki," you smile up at him "i'll forever and always be yours."
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ leaves innocent kisses anywhere but your lips when you're out and it's the sweetest thing.
considering how much he loves on you, you had some ground rules established. his jealous and protective nature has him on you at all times, not just his hands roaming but also his lips. if provoked, he started a full on make out in the middle of the street. anything to put those hitting or even look at you too long in their place. here comes in one the rules: no public makeouts! a little kiss, a quick peck is fine, it's welcomed. but no full on making out, no tongues intertwining. but of course the little menace finds a way to go around this rule. it started on your hand, just a kick peck to the back of your intertwined hands. next it was you cheek, then your forehead, the top of your head, your temple. if he's feeling extra cheeky he starts kissing the corner of your mouth relentlessly. he's so fucking smug about it too! "whaaaaat, i haven't done anything against the rules!" he's so fucking cute :(( he just wants to love you at all times.
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ has a very sensitive nose and tends to bury it inside your neck when he gets overwhelmed
as we've established, riki adores your smell. nothing brings him nearly as much comfort as the smell of your skin. he specifically asks you not to put on any perfume or scented lotions. life gets busy and at some point everyone gets overwhelmed with it all. busy schedules, little sleep, it's all been catching up him and on a random day after running errands with you he finally gets to lay on the couch with you. yet his mind is not any busy, thoughts circling on his mind in a never-ending loop. you were focused on the show playing in the back when he suddenly nuzzles his head into your neck. at first you thought he was simply being cuddly, but he was more stiff than usual. he didn't melt into you as he usually does. "what's up, pretty boy?" you mumble as you stroke his hair. he only manages a weak hum in response. "riki are you okay?" his heart clenches at the sound of your voice. filled with so much worry, he instantly feels guilty. "no it's alright," he mutters as he sits back up again. "no, no, something's up. talk to me." taking a deep breath in as he struggles to meet your eyes. "ki," you say softly, hand reaching over to softly stroke his arm. "you can always talk to me. about anything." oh he's so in love with you, he just wants to kiss you senseless. "i know," he breathes. "i just...i don't know. life is just a lot and i cannot seem to switch my brain off." you coo, "come here my big baby." within seconds he's snuggled up against you, face in your neck again. "you smell like home." just like that; he dropped a sentence like that out of the blue. at a loss for words you can only pepper kisses all over his cheeks and forehead, clutching him extra tight.
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ purrs into your pussy while he's eating you out <33
while we're on the topic of smells, this boy goes CRAZY for the smell of your pussy. first time he went down on you he came all over the sheets by just smelling you it's that serious. my boy definitely has an oral fixation, he could spend hours between your legs — and he does. from slow licks, to sloppily making out with your cunt he absolutely worships you. every time he finds himself face to face with your pussy he tries to find new ways to make you lose your mind. he's an absolute MASTER at the tongue and finger combo, scissoring his fingers inside your gummy walls as he sucks and nips at your clit. this genuinely is his favourite thing to pass the time, so it is not wonder that he eventually starts contently purring. the first time it happened you were so surprised at the extra stimulation you came instantly and boy was he proud. the low vibrations add a delicious sensation on top of his already skilled hands and tongue. he sometimes starts and stops, loving the desperate whines that leave your pretty lips, begin him to continue purring. riki gets cocky with it, but every time he goes down on you he gets to the point of his eyes firmly squeezed shut, unconsciously purring at the feeling and smell of you that consume all his senses <333
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ leaves bites all over you while being inside of you to muffle his moans (he's still a little embarrassed <33)
big dick rik is a recurring guest on my blog, mans knows exactly what to do to get all obsessed and cock drunk I DONT MAKE THE RULES (i do but whatever). puma!ki however adds the beautiful dimension of biting <33 it started with a little nip here and there to get a reaction out of you, but the freakier the two of you got over time, the more he gets lots in pleasure and can't hold himself back. he knows you'd never judge him, in fact you encourage it, but he does feel a little embarrassed being a moaning mess when your pussy feels too good :(( so nipping turns into his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he has you on all fours, desperately trying to quieten his moans. the warm feeling of your insides has him believing he's in heaven, hips rutting into all messily...and when you moan at the feeling of his canines sinking into you?? yea the moans only get cranked up even more. the first time he drew blood he was so shocked by himself, staring at you all wide eyed :c but when you simply flip your hair over the little wound, exposing the other side of your neck and pushing his head down to meet your soft skin he's back in business.
but it doesn't even have to be the two of you hardcore going at it, it can be lovingly spooning on an early morning and he's just all sleepy still, eyes closed, relishing the feeling of being inside you first thing in the morning. the world still asleep, he buries his head in the crook of your neck (can you tell this boy has a favourite body part on you?), biting down near the pulsing vein. your little gasps and whines music to his ears, he bites down a little harder, hoping that when you leave the house later everyone can still see :(
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ is a very whiny boy when you go down on him :,)
do not let the propaganda fool you, this boy is so fucking vocal!!! while he does take quite a lot of the initiative when you go down on him, he lets out the prettiest sound a man has ever made. he's very big on praise, you're his precious girl and he's so thankful that you choose to pleasure him :(( "so fucking pretty huh, fuck look at you," he moans as you lick up and down his length, eyes always on him. he gets so lost in the pleasure that he has to rapidly blink, not wanting to miss a single little thing you do. if you decide to be a little tease (which you usually are) and kitty lick only his tip, refusing to touch the rest of him he falls i love with you even more. while he does have his hands entangled in your hair, he'd never force himself deeper inside of you. you do things at your own pace and he's happy to be there! so when you suddenly stop the small licks and fully take him down your throat in one motion he can't help but gasp, throaty moan following. "filthy fucking thing aren't you? jesus you're perfect." riki looks majestic like this, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut and chest heaving. if you moan around him it's most definitely over for him. what his purring is doing to you, your moans do it to him. that's when the whines most definitely come out and you of course love taking advantage of it. it's obscene, you bobbing your head up and down his cock, a mix of spit and precum dripping out of your mouth all over his thighs as you moan nonstop. his legs twitch at the sensation of your mouth, abs flexing every time you have his entire length down your throat. and when he gets close? best believe it's the whine olympics. the grasp on your hair tightens, sending small tingles through your scalp and down your spine. " 'm so close angel, fuck please don't stop oh my god." and with that he releases the prettiest whiny moan as he empties out his load into your mouth.
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ does the cutest little head tilt at random times, blinking at you (no thoughts behind those eyes)
pretty boy spaces out every now and then, no thoughts head empty. so when you come into the room, yapping the day away he needs a second to snap out of it and when you look at him expectantly he just goes "huh?". he's so fucking cute, head cocked to the side, brows slightly furrowed in confusion. "did you hear a single thing i just said?". a snail could shake its head quicker than he did, softly blinking at you. how could yoh stay mad at him when he's looking at you like this??? "aww," you coo. "pretty boy was lost in thought weren't you." his nose crunches in fake disapproval, but deep down both of you know he loves being babied.
or sometimes he gives you the most RANDOM look of disapproval it's truly hilarious, he cannot keep a straight face at times it's so fucking endearing. "what did i do?" you ask baffled, hands thrown up in defence. the menace he can be at times he just shoots you another side eye before pulling you closer. but don't think you'll get an answer, his mind works in mysterious ways....
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ can only purr when he gets too sleepy :((
the thought of this genuinely has me tweaking out. you know when you get too tired and words turn into hums? this is him, but with purring. his head is on your chest, arms loosely around your ways, legs tangled with yours. you were just telling him about your day, nothing out of the ordinary and you knew he was tired, but this sweetheart insists on hearing all about your day. "– so i was just standing there, can you believe it?...ki?" soft vibrations make your upper body tingle. "you wanna go sleep, sweet boy?" you whisper softly but he gives you a more firm, disapproving purr. "alright alright, i'll continue." another, more soft and content purr from him. as always, your hands brush through his hair, earning a constant wave of purrs, which you notice to become more and more slower by the minute. you stop your sentence mid way, continuing to play with his blonde strands of hair. ever so softly, he gives your waist a squeeze, just to let you know a tiny part of him is still awake, an attempt to show you he's listening (or at least trying to). "i'll tell you the rest over breakfast tomorrow." you murmur, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. "i love you, ki." he might be too tired for words, but that doesn't stop him from purring the sound waves of an i love you back :c
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ is a teasing little shit and loves to bite down on your lips.
doesn't even have to be when you're kissing NO mfer just chomps down on your lips when he feels like it! it's another thing he does when he's feeling jealous over protective. you could be out in public, just chilling at a cafe when he moves over and bites down on your bottom lip. no explanation, nothing, just a smug smile on his face as he leans back again. "what was that for you?" you look at him, puzzled. "barista drew a heart on your cup and has been looking over here." he replies with a shrug. "riki she was probably just being nice. and she could be looking at you and not me." he firmly shakes his head. "nope, she was looking at you at all times, plus there's no heart on my cup see?" he counters, shoving his cup in your face. you can't help but smile at his theatrics, leaning over the desk to give him a quick peck on the lips, one that he tries to chase with a little whine. "nu-uh," you warn. "none of that in public mister." one would think he was just denied entry to heaven with the way he started sulking.
if you ever decide to do it back, it turns into a little competition. you've heard of tickle fights, now get ready for biting fights. you would be hiding behind a corner, jumping out when he passes but you just to bite down on his plush lips. this would obviously lead into a chase through your entire flat, with him catching you 99% of the time and throwing you down on the couch. his lips are all over you then, kissing, nipping and occasionally biting down. riki loves the way you giggle and squirm at the impact, big hands trying to hold you down but never too tightly, this is far too much fun.
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ randomly starts purring songs (yes purring not humming)
it had been a peaceful afternoon, just the two of you lounging around, soft kisses exchanged while lying intertwined on the couch. you were making dinner, dancing around the stove to the record playing in the back. riki hovered around you, giving you the occasional spin to see the pretty smile form in your face. stirring the pot, he stood behind you, hands obviously around your waist, chin on your head, swaying you from side to side to the music. you softly started humming along to the song when you were joined by some deeper melodies, the vibration of his purring tickling the top of your head. "what's got you all giggly?" he questions, oblivious to what he had just been doing. "your purrs were tickling me." "huh?" poor boy had no idea he started doing it, blushing slightly at his unconscious trait. another giggle escapes you, "don't worry, i don't mind it. it's like we're singing a duet in our own way!" the pure beam that was your smile made him believe his heart just stopped for a second and he could only squeeze you tighter, propping his chin back on top of your head.
ᴘᴜᴍᴀʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ is a big fan of the "just five more minutes" phrase because he knows you can't resist him.
it's not news that riki is very much into physical contact, this boy is the definition of velcro. separating from you in the morning is pure heartbreak for him, he's counting down the minutes until he can see you again :( so when your alarm rings in the morning, he's all grumpy whines, refusing to ease the iron grip he has on you. "ki, i have to get ready." you mumble, voice still heavy with sleep. "noooo." he mumbles back, rolling over so that he's on top of you. " 'm not letting you go, you're all mine." it's endearing, this huge man being all clingy. "of course i am," you answer. "but i still have to get ready for work baby." protesting purrs vibrate against your collarbones as he softly nips the skin. "ten more minutes." "five." "deal." his body instantly relaxes, acting like a weighted blanket. "we always do this in the mornings, why are do you argue with me?" he murmurs into your chest and you sigh. "i have no clue if i'm being honest." at that he chuckles, "you love me soooooo bad don't you?" without missing a beat you reply, "always." you could risk being late for work a few minutes, saying no to him was just not in the cards :,)
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⋮ ⌗ ┆概要 ⨾ a weed brownie changes everything for riki, where in the back garden of jake's latest house party, he meets you ─ his latest obsession.
西村力 𝔁 𝒻 .ᐟ读者 ── 8.1k
explicit content ⋆ smut (mdni)、dom!riki、sub!reader、heavy mentions of and scenes of recreational drug use (weed)、college/university au、morally grey(ish) characters、misogynistic themes and language (the portrayal of any characters here does not reflect their real life character)、cigarette smoking、oral (m. & f. rec)、oral fixation、vaginal fingering、unprotected sex (don't do this)、creampie、breeding kink、come swallowing (m. & f.)、(slight) degradation & humiliation、dacryphilia、multiple orgasms、 hung!ki、bulge kink、overstimulation (f.rec)、spit kink、missionary & mating press position、petnames used: angel、baby、good girl、pretty thing、princess.
guest appearances by: enhypen、haechan (nct)、beomgyu & taehyun (txt). ⌇ℳ.list
⋮ ⌗ ┆便条 ⨾ hi 😁 so im back close to 24 hours since my last post. the high of writing again and sharing it called me to cast aside my obligations and i wrote this - genuinely in a matter of hours. i don't know HOW i did that and continue to surprise myself, but i already had some vague idea of stoner!riki being a #munch, so thanks to an ask i got sent, their ideas very much added the context to what happens in this fic. i haven't proofread this in the slightest, so i'll come back and edit but i wanted to share this now because im too excited not to 😭 thank you so much, hope you enjoy and much loveeeee! <333
Riki didn't care much for parties.
Despite how feral he'd get over tequila in his first years of uni, perhaps his taste had matured since then. Graduated to the expensive whiskey his father rewarded to him for the last year of uni he embarks on, shifting from the daze of break-dancing in someone's living room to sitting on plastic white chairs in his backyard, passing a blunt between his fingers. He'd dabbled in mostly everything, seeing university as the lawless grounds nothing felt real in, which explains why in the summer before he leaves home, he buys his first g. The pick-up point is in the abandoned park he loved as a child, in the barely-on, flickering lights of a tunnel he had no business loitering in, kicking his feet and rubbing his nose like the newbie he made himself out to be. The dealer - a friend of a friend - a uni dropout with the voice of Darth Vader, gives him a nod before they exchange weed for cash, so casual in nature despite the thrum in his neck.
Only when he's scattered away, stuffing the bag so far into his hoodie pocket, it'd bury into the material, can he exhale. Except when he gets to his friend's house, free of rigid parents for the weekend, does he realise he doesn't know the first thing about smoking weed. He assumes it's like smoking a cigarette, which he'd regretfully done at a house party once and threw up rosé on some poor girl's shoes thereafter. He didn't inhale right, hacked every time he tried burying the puff of smoke in his lungs, then while his high school friends starfished on the living room carpet, giggling to themselves, Riki sits on the couch, his cheek pressed into knees brought to his chest as he watches Courage the Cowardly Dog, wondering if uni will be any better.
It is ─ he finds his crowd, people with a knack for empathy and knowledge despite the stupid shit they get up to, but something in Riki relaxes. Lets him come into himself and ride the wave of new and exiciting experiences, trying this and that. Cocaine's too expensive, pills swing his jaw and ket makes him boneless on an overcrowded dancefloor. They come and go, but weed stays. Gives him the kind of highs where he finds amusement in the smallest things or finally quiets his mind, constant drones of the future drowned out by the shapes and colours of his lava lamp. In the midst of all the oragnised chaos, Riki somehow finds himself with sufficient grades, earning his best score yet on a paper written unreasonably high, laughing in disbelief all the way back home. Coming through the doorway, he spies his housemate Jake, the high mark the first thing he relays, to which Jake grins like some proud father, corners of his lips to his ears before he gives Riki a hug.
"That's my guy," his palm smacks onto Riki's back, hand braced on his shoulder as Jake pulls away, a knowing grin on his face. "I say we celebrate."
"Over some coursework?" Riki's eyebrow quirks. "That's uhm, sweet but no need, broski."
"Bro, I'm making brownies. The good kind," Jake nods over his shoulder, the chocolate aroma hitting Riki suddenly, wafting with the undercurrent of the unwind of his tension-packed shoulders. "Hee's finally submitted that CompSci thing that's made him a ghost and Sunghoon's got a game he's gonna win. We're celebrating."
Riki lets the idea carry his smile, stretching further as he deserts his leather bag on the couch and walks into the kitchen with Jake, timbs echoing against vinyl as they check on the progress of Jake's creation. Riki's fairly acquainted with the various ways of ingesting weed, his Chrome Hearts themed bong bought off Etsy one of his prised possession, but brownies are still his favourite. Quick and easy, his second year dealer an aspiring chef with a knack for desserts, from space cake to the likes of tiramisu. The latter his favourite, sweet enough for him to stand and strong enough for him to laugh controllably watching Fantastic Mr. Fox, collapsing over Sunghoon's lap in breathless laughs echoed in the back of his throat.
Needless to say, "What the cuss?" became a go-to phrase between the two, unavoidable in first two weeks of its life, and forever a running joke between the two.
Shuffling out his bedroom door later on, the front door adjacent to it flings open, heavy clattering following as Sunghoon's figure ambles through. He topples over the mess of shoes stationed at the door all needing a wash, hands splayed against the narrow hallway walls to stead himself.
Riki raises an eyebrow.
"You good?" His head lowers, mirroring Sunghoon's ducked one as he struggles tugging off his sneakers, a dramatic sigh emptying out him as they fling off, his flushed face in full view. "You drank already?"
"The guys insisted on a pint after we pummelled Yonsei 7-0 ─ an embarrassing shutout," Sunghoon runs his hands through his sweaty hair, face settling into a lax Riki's happy to see. "But you know, it's never just one and now I'm halfway smashed and I still need to fucking shower,"
He starts departing, socks hitting carpet, clapping a hand over Riki's shoulder with a heavy squeeze as he yells ascending the stairs. "If you hear me fall over, just ignore it. Later!"
Riki can only smile, shaking his head before he styles his caramel blond strands into something more spiky, finally having time to put effort into his appearance after coursework that literally stole the swag from him. In the mirror, he's the painting of a 2000s punk love interest, only ever existing in a mall food court or Hot Topic, going as far as painting his nails chrome. And soon enough when the lights dim, living room illuminated by disco LED lights and packed with conversating bodies, Riki's dodging drunken spills, reaching into the back of the fridge for Jake's brownies to bring out back, pebbles rubbing together under his shoes as he plots down in the circle of his housemates and a few other friends, a welcome slow in mellow conversation.
"I'm pretty sure I'm part whatever they put in Monster because besides that and microwave Mac & Cheese, that's all I survived off," smoke blows out Heeseung's lips, some cheap cigarette from the corner shop between his fingers as his body slumps into the plastic chair. His free hand pulls his black beanie downwards, his fringe peeking out. "You know how down bad I am if I'm a nitty again."
He takes another drag, head tilted to the sky, moonlight bathing the slopes of his face in shadows and brilliance. Riki watches on quietly.
"Well, it's done now. So, do yourself a favour and buy better cigs," Jake chuckles, eyes moving opposite him to Riki. "You brought them out?"
"Yeah, I'm not looking to drink twelve pints tonight," he unwraps the cling wrap over the brownies, rings clinking together as he offers the stacked amount around. "Plus, they're fresh. And hopefully better than the last batch."
Beomgyu, one of Heeseung's friends breaks out into a chuckle, laughing along with his friend who says, "Those were an attempt."
"Hey! It's harder than it looks, okay?" Jake insists, biting into his brownie. "The fuck would youse know about using an oven, much less baking."
"Well, if your aim was to give us diabetes, you were halfway there," Riki laughs, gulping before he takes a bite. Dense but still somehow airy, not too sweet - good on Jake. "I'll give you a pass this time."
"Thanks Riki, because I really only live for your validation," Jake's eyes roll, amusement on his face before he nods over to Haechan. "What you think?"
"Like I won't need a glucometer," he giggles, mouth circled in crumbs. "It's really science if you think about it. I'm glad you learned the error of your ways."
"Fat fucking chance if you think you're taking any home," the two stick their tongues out at each other, to the sound of Beomgyu moaning, "Just kiss already, I'm close." Jake's laugh only lasts moments before his phone buzzes in his pocket, screen illuminating his face. "Oh shit, she's here."
"Who's here?" Riki asks, another bite into his brownie.
"Wonder if she's run into Sunghoon. Lord knows that man is a mess," Jake supplies, neck straining to peek at the backdoor.
"Yeah, I haven't seen that man so fucked since St. Pattys - and that was last week," Haechan adds. "Think he'll make a move?"
"He'll try but she won't have it. He's probably got beer and sick down his shirt anyways," Jake replies, lighting up at the opening door. He waves his raised hand, more enthused than Haechan's. "Took you long enough."
"Sorry, but Sunghoon insisted to talking to me with his sicky breath," a feminine voice echoes from the narrow alley leading towards them, your figure emerging from the shadows. "I had to get him to brush his teeth. He gagged brushing his tongue ─ pussy."
Cheeks full of chocolate brownie, Riki feels all his weight sink to his feet, body running arctic cold then densely warm at the sight of you. You're so pretty it hurts, sweet in the face with a confidence keeping your shoulders back and head high, the smirk across your face alone very much capable of making him pop a boner. In the silent howls of the night, so much air surrounds them yet makes no effort to slither past his shut mouth, his body a burning furnace as he watches your every move.
"Oh, is that a brownie? Fuck yeah," you lean down into Jake's hand, teeth sinking into the dessert with a nonchalance so alarming Riki only can blink once per minute, a heavy gulp moving down his throat. "Hm, that is good. That dealer hasn't left for France yet?"
"Nah, it's my own humble creation," Jake's hand splays over his chest, nodding proudly. "Happy you like it. Kiss for my troubles?"
"My God, this whole house is full of horn dogs," you drag the last plastic chair closest to Riki, ripped leather trousers crying against the material as you settle, sipping on your drink. "Don't tell me you're one of them."
The sentence is directed at Riki, who's still baffled how he's gone three and a quarter years not having seen you once. Not at any party, not at any club, not even on campus. Perhaps it's for the best because if he knew you existed, his focus would boil down solely to you as it does now. Trailing the stacked silver hoops and chains lining your ears, the dermals under your right eye haloed by dark, unworried makeup, the snake bites settled beneath the plump of your lips with sharp nails and leather clothing plucked from his wildest dreams. Slouched back and manspread, he gets full view of the belly piercing beneath your black vest, a skeleton hanging at the bottom.
It's then he thinks he might explode.
"Riki, you good?" Heeseung asks, blowing smoke with a knowing smirk. Riki can only groan. "Brownies already hitting?"
"Something like that," he only spares his friend a glance, eyes fighting for more time with you, a polite smile on your lips. He hates how quick he is to imagine your lips elsewhere. "We haven't met before."
"We haven't," you confirm. "I had the displeasure of being in a group with Jake for some workshop a bit ago. I'm only in it for the baked goods."
"Sounds like something totally unrelated." Beomgyu chimes in.
"He wishes," your nose scrunches, laugh contagious in the coy smiles dispensed around the group. "Good to meet you, Riki. Your fits live up to the hype."
Riki points to himself, incapable of social interaction. "My fits?"
"Hair's a bit questionable. Bro looks like he got electrocuted." Heeseung jokes, just to wind him up.
"Coming from a man smoking cheapo cigs, I'd pipe down," you retort, a low blow that has the guys snickering behind enveloped mouths and veined hands.. "It's cool spiked up. A bit out of place ─ hang on,"
A small, "Can I?" escapes your lips, dialled low enough to confuse his brain into a moment of intimacy, his answer immediate nod as he nods. Then, his eyes trail, following your hand that has the lightest touch, carefully arranging his hair back into place, concentration pulled into satisfaction as you admire your work. "Now this is a look."
His blush floods all the way to his ears, not missed by Heeseung who only shakes his head with a chuckle, sending dancing eyebrows and bitten back smirks his way. Riki chooses to ignore it over the gentle thump of music from inside the house. It’s so starkly dissimilar to the calmness of the back garden, nothing but conversation and Jake's chill RnB playlist humming through his phone's speakers. Riki learns all sorts about you that night, lulled by your velvety voice and weed making him float on a cloud. However, what becomes blaringly obvious is no matter what anecdotes he learns over the short time you spend outside, it will never suffice.
Not until you're his to have.
Whatever Riki's dissertation his Sports Science degree is based on takes a backseat, all of his thoughts circling back to you. He experiences the phenomenon of life at university, where you see a person once and never see them again or see them everywhere ─ you are the latter. Blooming in places once unimportant to him, now noted down by the grace of your presence. He sees you in the university mail room collecting your guitar pick parcel, sees you on the grassy lawn near the library catching the sun's rays while he's sentenced to lecture catch-ups in the library, cat eye sunglasses perched on your septum-pierced nose, laughing as a kicked football bounces off your sunbathing friend's ass. He sees you in said library nodding your head to the Drum & Bass leaking through your headphones, blitzing through work with coffin nails pattering against your keyboard. He even catches you outside the Design School building, giggling as you swap a blunt between friends in a nearby bike shed, not the least bit worried of getting caught.
Having access to you like this makes his mind wonder, go places fuelled by fantasy and desire, and it hotwires his system to you. In your mystery black but bright smile, the silver of your jewellery and the warmth of your heart. How in all the moments he thinks he's alone in seeing you, your head turns. Most times, you motion him over for polite chatter or simply smile, acknowledging him in the smallest interaction he'll spend all day thinking of. His brain doesn't allow him to forget you, finding every excuse to bring you up in conversation, try your favourite foods, listen to your favourite artists (which has a lot of crossover with his) and just…well, simp over you as Heeseung so lovingly puts it.
Riki can protest all he wants, but he knows it to be true. How much he's fallen for how you move through the world like its yours, carving every bit of yourself in spaces he'll never forget, whispering your name in suppressed whimpers as he doesn't let his thoughts venture too far, just the image of you laughing at some poor joke he made or the compliments you so freely give him.
And then he's coming. All over his hand, sticky with relief and shame. He can only sigh then, because even if he hates himself for how low his obsession has taken him, he can't bring himself to banish all thought of you.
You're hard to forget after all.
"Is she coming?" Riki asks, always referring to you as he follows Jake down the stairs. The older of the two scampes through to the living room where Sunghoon's left some hockey game playing and ventures back into his room, lived in-neat with the scent of sea salt living in his space.
"Man, I don't know. It's like you have a crush on her or something," Jake says absently, sifting through his closet for something to wear. Except when he only hears the scrape of his clothes hangers and not Riki's immediate denial, he stops. Looks his friend in the eye, peeking through chestnut curls to display his surprise. "What the fuck? You're joking."
Riki could deny it. Save himself the additional teasing, but he's always been a shit liar.
"She's cool." He ends up admitting, looking down at his suede sneakers. They need a clean.
"Yeah, I bet she is since you beat your meat to her," Jake laughs, pulling out an outfit he's satisfied with - jeans and a brown plaid zip-up jacket. "I get it, but you're not the only one. Jay from Psych acts like she's cast a love spell on him, and Sunoo follows her around constantly. And you know Sunghoon wants her, so…"
Riki groans, fed up with the situation. "Come on, he has options."
"And you don't?"
He considers it. Thinks about that girl in his Advanced Sports Biomechanics lecture he's been pining over since they last kissed first year, but quickly got a boyfriend before he had the balls to ask her out. Thinks about the other girl from the library months ago who he suspects likes girls and somehow, he finds peace in it all. Letting go of a past he no longer identifies with, and finds you. Nestled into crevices of his life that matter more than before.
He's an absolute goner.
"She's special," Riki lets it be known, his nape a source of comfort as his nails scrape away. "I only want her."
"Aren't you a romantic," Back turned to him, Jake circles back with a baseball cap with a design of unbuttoned jeans. He's stolen that out of Riki's closet, reminding him to lock his door when he leaves for lectures. "Maybe talk to Hoon about it. So we can avoid another shared-girl situation,"
"Unless you're into being a cuck or whatever."
"You signed up for that."
"Different strokes for different folks, I don't know what you're into," Jake can only shrug, bottom lip jutted out. "Don't think I want to know either. Just talk to the guy so there's no drama."
And because Riki's preferences don't line up with Jake's, he makes the trek upstairs to the attic room, hearing Heeseung yell from his corner-tucked room, probably playing League of Legends.
And he calls Riki a loser.
Riki knocks, Sunghoon yelling for him to come in.
Up the trifle of stairs, he spirals up into Sunghoon's room, fitting for the so-called 'slut' of their house, the most spacious of all four bedrooms, decently clean with hockey memorabilia scattered all around. He's at his desk to the stairs' right, thick-rimmed glasses on his nose bridge as he actually works on his dissertation, slumping back at Riki's presence.
"Need something?"
He avoids his gaze, fingers threading through the hairs down his nape. He'd cut it if it wasn't for your lone mention of preferring longer hair.
That night he'd dreamed of you pulling on his strands, head between your legs, coming undone by nothing but his mouth.
"Yeah, I wanted to run something by you," he sits on the edge of Sunghoon's navy blue bed, legs not having much strength to stand. He chooses to ignore the mystery white stain centimetres away on Sunghoon's duvet cover.
"Shoot."
"Well, you know," he then mentions your name, shoving back down the spike in nerves at Sunghoon's small but undeniable grin. "You uhm, like her or something?"
"The fuck's with all the awkwardness?" Sunghoon laughs, nose scrunched before he lets out a sigh, fingers carding his hair back. "Yeah, she's cool."
Same words Riki said. He's screwed.
"How much do you like her?" Riki asks, fingers playing with the frayed fabric of his shorts, head buried all the way into imaginary sand. "Because I mean, there's no girl that doesn't want you. I just wanted to know so-"
"So you could get a hall pass?"
His question is accented with a disbelieving brow-raise, something like distaste amongst his moled features. Riki's hand smooths over his neck, unsettled by how nervous he is in the presence of a friend.
"Something more long-term, actually," Riki supplies, finding it in himself to verbalise what he's kept locked away since that night. "I like her. I'd like to take her out if she'd let me."
There's a silence after his words, nothing but the house's usual sounds of Heeseung's yells and keyboard smashes, Jake's playlist playing through the living room speakers. It's a confession he's known since he'd first met you and yet, when said in front of Sunghoon, he isn't quite sure how the words will land.
"Shit Riki," Sunghoon curses, something akin to amusement in his features. He leans back in his office chair, matching grey hoodie and shorts hanging off his large frame. "Should've just said you were serious about the girl. Would've backed off ages ago."
"You seemed close," Riki recalls, thinking back to when you physically helped him brush Sunghoon's teeth. The intimacy of the moment lingers in his mind longer than he's liked.
"Well, yeah. I've been trying since first year," Sunghoon laughs, not even minutely embarassed at being rejected for almost four years. "But she's pretty set on being friends. Even more so now,"
Recollection pinches his features together, hands smoothing over the five o'clock shadow he almost always has. "Lowkey she might be into you. She's brought you up a lot."
Riki can't quite believe his ears. "Sorry?"
"She has this Pinterest board - I even downloaded that for her - for guy fits she likes, but I think it's just what she'd dress her boyfriend in," Sunghoon says, shaking his head. "Anyways, it's like, your style to a tea. So, she wouldn't have to convince you. Plus, she said you're cute. She never compliments guys."
Riki frowns. "Surely that's not true."
"Bro! During my bulk, when I was at like, peak sexiness, she said I looked like I'd burst from all the roids I must be taking," Riki swipes a smile off his face, clearing his throat to disguise his laughter. "Mind you, I don't need enhancers to get big anywhere,"
Riki's eyes roll. "She's also said nice things about Jake, but never his appearance and he's a fucking stud."
"Maybe that's not what matters to her."
Sunghoon rolls his eyes, chair creaking as he turns back to his monitors. "Here you go, Romeo," he shakes his computer mouse, clicks bringing screens to life. "Maybe that's shit she's charmed for ─ couldn't be me. But yeah, go ahead. She's all yours."
A flutter kickstarts in Riki's chest, lips folding over each other to disguise what he's already shown.
"Only mine?'
"Don't push it," Sunghoon warns through a side eye, no real bite to his words. "Close the door behind you, I'm gonna have a tactical jerk before tonight's party."
"Right, because you've got chyl─"
"Get out, Riki."
How Riki's found himself in this situation, he'll never know. Nevertheless, if there's a higher power orchestrating this, he'll spend his existence in good faith because there's simply no way this is happening.
The evening starts off with a crackle of nerves, enough for him to desert his dinner thanks to Jake's inability to make one serving. He apologises, saying he's had a big lunch but his leftovers will be tomorrow's lunch, whisking off to their shared downstairs bathroom to start getting ready. While he does put effort into his appearance, this goes above his norm, every item of clothing or jewellery picked out with precision, laid out and deliberated in time that seems to fly by. He takes his time with his hair, a bit overgrown but styling it like you had that night, dusting the blush on the apples of his cheeks as he peers at his reflection. Heck, he even gives himself a manicure, pushing back his cuticle and making sure his nails are trimmed with no sharp edges, nails shining in chrome like a good luck charm. When Heeseung abruptly comes into his room for some cologne, they're both startled. Riki sitting on his edge of his bed ,in a black bathrobe with a green face mask on, nail file in hand.
Heeseung damn nearly topples over in laughter when Riki pushes him out, shutting the door to hear Heeseung yell out. "Holy fuck, this guy's pussy whipped!"
Perhaps the comedic break does some good to his nerves, but they're very much well and alive once the house party starts, one last night before the Easter break. So, if Riki wants to spend the next four weeks reliving every interaction you've had because he was too scared to get your number, he'd have to put in work tonight.
Usually, he has little to no alcohol before he moves onto weed, but with shaky pupils scanning the living room, he's yet to see you and since his heart can't differentiate between being held hostage and looking for you, he yields to Sunghoon's request of a friendly beer pong game. Sunghoon hard carries their team against his two teammates, Jungwon and Taehyun, and because Riki can't think straight, he has almost four drinks before he's trudging outside, needing some air and a blunt.
The usual suspects are outside - Jake, Haechan, Beomgyu, Heeseung and you. He'd missed you, your entrance made through the back alley because Jake said he had hot gossip that couldn't wait. Relief drops him into the chair opposite, a side-eye cast at Heeseung whose purposely positioned himself next to you with Jake on your other side, the dirty look all but gone when you acknowledge him in front of the entire group.
"Was wondering when you'd swing by," something unlabelled lines your lips, pulled in easiness accelerating Riki's heart rate the more he looks at you. The bore of your eyes. "Wanna hit the bong?"
He's too hopeless to speak, settling for a nod and looking back on it, he thinks it's then that seals his fate. How racket settles in his chest and mellowness makes his lids heavy, opening him up to normal interaction, careless jokes thrown around because despite how comfortable you make others around you, the romantic prospect of you has always held him back. Scared that he'll seem like a try-hard, that he's starved for attention, a turn-off, for a lack of better words. However, his perspective is warped at best, a shuffle of seats having you end next to him as their circle go in and out the house. You talk like you're the only ones outside, close and whispered, enough for the hairs on the back of his neck to stand when you lean in further, lips so close to his jugular he's afraid you'll hear the hammer of his heart. Know he's into you.
"You've got a mole here too," you offer up some space before he's about to combust, your finger instead resting on the mole. It's under his chin, dangerously close to his quick pulse. "They're really pretty."
"I've got more down my back," he answers, because he's stupid. A fucking idiot actually. "Seven, I think."
You lean back in your chair, leg swinging over to hike your impossibly short skirt dangerously high, slyness pulling your features. "Isn't that a treat."
That's the nail in the coffin. One Riki doesn't hear beyond the desperate squeeze his burned lungs do, eyes quickly averting to Heeseung's prying ones, mouthing a shared, "What the fuck?" Somehow you miss it and slip back to conversation, like you didn't single-handedly dismantle Riki's brain. He performs the miracle of making his brain work despite the ingested weed's call for slow, making up some sentences up until Riki mentions his Chrome Hearts themed bong, your eyes sparkling in response. You ask to see it and even though he has many pictures of the thing, he wants to show you properly. Offers a quiet hand to you after he's stood to his feet, smiles mirrored between you two before navigates through the warm bodies swaying to music, beelining to his bedroom.
He notices you lock the door behind you. Shyness offered. "Don't tell me you haven't been locking your door during these parties."
"I'm usually good about it," Riki speaks slower, aided by the relaxation coursing through him.
"Good. Because we've had forks stolen during one of ours," you roll your eyes, shrugging off your faux-fur toasted jacket. You hang it amongst the rack of Riki's coats, the piece fitting in so nicely with his. "Uni students steal anything."
"Tell me about it." He thinks back to the traffic cone Sunghoon had in his bedroom first year, then promptly forgets all about him. About everyone except you.
He shows you the bong, hoping his mind isn't hallucinating how close you are, pretty much doing a Show n' Tell because now with you in his room, everything seems serious. Like if he says the wrong thing, interepts something wrong and goes along with it, it'll ruin his chances forever.
"It's not much, but it's me."
"That's what I like about it," you express, perched on the edge of his bed alongside him. Thighs touching, face illuminated by the black candles matching with every colour choice in the room except deep splashes of maroon. "It's got all your memories, everything you've loved and are. It's…refreshing,"
Your hand falls over his, fingers threading between the gaps of his fingers, squeezing. "Thank you for showing it to me."
"Of course," his answer comes out in a whisper, muffled by the students coming in and out the house. "It's easy with you ─ comfortable."
It's the first bone he throws, not intentionally but a peek into his vulnerability he can't get mad at himself for, not when you're smiling at him like you do. With his laptop in front of you two, where his desk is, he gets his Spotify up, putting on a blend playlist at your suggestion. You don't stop holding hands through the entire interaction, more command in his veins as his thumb grazes over your knuckles. Some more talking happens, but it's almost lost in the grand scheme of things when his heavy lids drop down to your lips, wondering how the cold metal of your snakebites would feel, the noises you'd make when he wouldn't rush kissing you like every loser looking just to get some. How he'd savour you like he's wanted to ever since he laid eyes on you.
The opportunity comes like destiny, over the chorus of Joey Bada$$' 'Y U Don't Love Me?' forever remembered as the moment he kisses you. Colour explodes beyond his closed eyes, a moan releasing at the pillowy press of you, your free hand coming up to cup his face while his other rests around your nape, thumb stroking skin as he loses himself in you. The weed cycling through his system intensifies the moment tenfold, having to hold onto you to assure himself he's tethered to reality, groaning at the cold metal sliding past his lips as he captures your bottom lip in a teasing bite. You moan at that, the prettiest sound he's ever heard and when he's ready to get on his knees to worship you like he's always wanted to, you beat him to it.
"I wanted to─" Riki starts.
The unbuckle of his belt is strikingly loud amidst the house party, ringing in his ears as your tongue swipes your bottom lip, teeth left in its wake as you insist. "Later. I want you in my mouth now."
And who is he to argue? Especially when every second of this is plucked from the dark corners of his mind, watching with a laboured chest as you unbutton his jeans and free him from his precome-damp boxers, cock springing free.
Wonder dazzles in your eyes, a satisfied hum resonating through your chest as your tongue immediately lolls out, swirling all around his flushed tip, ending off a dipped tongue in his precome-filled slit, groaning at the taste. "Fuck, you're huge. Taste good too."
Riki's shoulders drop in defeat, hand coming out to cup your face as he looks at you with agony. "You're gonna be the death of me."
"Don't go dying on me, Riki," you smirk, lowering your plump lips to his cock, hand folded over it, thumb grazing its engorged veins. "You haven't fucked me yet."
Between the weed-amplified sense and the dream that is you, Riki doesn't anticipate himself lasting long. Especially when you're working him like this, unconcerned with being messy as you cover his length in spit, smeared it into your hands to account for what can't fit into your mouth. You start off so sweet, teasing disguised as you cover his length in adoring kisses, from his balls your hands fiddle with, up his shaft to his tip, leaking by the time you get there. The chuckle you do vibrates into his hot skin, earning a hiss from him as you lap it up with devious enthusiasm, taking all you can in one go.
"Fuckkkk,"
If his other hand wasn't supporting him to sit straight, it would've pulled at his bleached strands, thighs quivering at the warm sensation of your mouth feeding itself more and more of him. Your head bobs further each time you take more, sloppy as ever as the wet suction and slick drag eating away at the music from his laptop. Or the party right outside his door, so far from mind as his ears only catch on the sounds of the gags you do on him, overconfident but never relenting, the constant throat-close around him pulling a pained whimper from him.
"God, your throat feels so good, baby," the words come so naturally to him, eyes closed in pleasure. "Taking me so well."
Around his length, you mumble, "I'll take more. I want more."
He damn near comes right then and there, precome beading down your throat you attempt to fit more of him into. Riki throws his head back, fingers carding through your hair and pulling, not meaning to but spurred on by your moans of ecstasy, his cock throbbing in your mouth as you keen, "Harder please,"
So sweet to him, he could never say no to you. As your head bobs, your tongue swirls, a groan unearthed from the deepest of Riki's chest as he pulls harder at your strands, breaths coming out hard and fast as he tries holding himself back. But you're so good, moving your hand in tandem with your mouth, sucking him like he's the best thing you've put in your mouth and he undoes.
"Shit, wait ─ I'm gonna come," he warns, eyebrows pulled together but it appears as no concern to you. Gaining confidence and momentum, you push yourself to nuzzle your nose against his pelvis, gagging hard enough to wet your lashes but everything's secondary to you. Getting Riki to come is everything, which comes as you whimper and cough around his length, nails scratching at his hips, over the mole you kissed on your way down his torso and he comes. "Gonna fill your─hmph!"
He pulls hard at your hair, only adding to his orgasm as you squeal around his length, wiggling your ass like you'll push into some pressure and it kills Riki, flooding your mouth in hot spurts of come, his body curling into itself as his cock softens in the mouth you keep him in. Once he's blinked enough for his sight to return, relieved but wanting more, his cock slips from your glossed lips, your face coming into view as tears streak down your warm cheeks, so pretty and perfect for him with come edged in the corner of your lips.
"Don't swallow."
You're about to swipe the come into your mouth when he says that, curiosity in your expression, morphing into surprise as he pulls you closer into a kiss. The gasp muffles against his plump lips, some of his come already down your throat but enough shared between your mouths as his tongue darts into your mouth, kissing and tasting every inch of you, leaving you dizzer than ever. You're fawn legged, collapsing in a heap back onto the grey carpet after the kiss, looking up at Riki with saucer eyes, a look across his face familiar in the way he feels he looks at you like. He can do nothing but smirk as his thumb swipes away missed come from the corner of your lips, licked off his thumbpad.
"We taste so good together, angel," he smirks, darkness flared in his eyes. "Just like I thought."
Riki thinks he's scared you off.
Perhaps the heat of the moment led him astray and this is its consequence, but he'd been so deprived of your lips on him, he took every chance to have you on him. Including when your mouth was full of come.
When Heeseung hears this the next morning, he sits there with his pink cat-ear headphones with a jaw dropped, appalled. "You're a fucking freak, dude. Or a narcissist. I can't tell the difference."
Heeseung's words don't inspire much confidence, especially when Riki recalls how after the kiss, your phone buzzed, a frantic call coming from your housemate that ultimately ends up with you disappearing into the moonlight, a thousand apologies falling from your lips as you scurry out the door, shouldering people in the torpido wind you rush off with. Nothing more said, just a rushed goodbye...not even a goodbye kiss, if Riki allows himself to be more embarrasing about you.
Days later, he's settled on a kitchen stool, house vacant as the rest of the guys have left for the holiday break. Riki runs his hands through his hair, cursing himself for scaring you when he had you. Plentiful curse words cross his minds, cut off by the ping of his phone lighting up on the kitchen marble counter.
Unknown number: hey, i got your number for jake. sorry for the unexpected text (╥﹏╥)
Unknown number: my housemate's boyfriend broke up with her and i think we've eaten enough ice cream and egged his house enough for her to get home okay. i don't like how i left things, but i at least wanted offer an explanation for me dipping so suddenly.
Unknown number: if you're still around, you're welcome to come round mine or i can come to yours. i'd just like to talk things out if you're willing to. i'm really sorry <3
Being mad at you hadn't even crossed his mind, but it very clearly crossed yours. And when the realisation hits, he grabs the few things he needs and bolts out the door, on his way to you.
You're waiting outside your doorstep for him when he drifts round the corner, air cycling out his lungs as he runs the rest of the way, watching you blink back surprise, only for it to muffle against his lips as he crashes lands on you, face screwed in all the worry and longing he has for you. Always had for you, body pressed to yours as you melt into his embrace, hands gripping the collar of his jean jacket for dear life as you lose yourself too.
Not much talking is done, just a lot of 'miss you's and 'you're it for me,' coming from Riki. He's so wrecked when he can have you like this, splayed across the wine and charcoal of your bedspread, shorts and underwear tossed aside, folds glistening with all the arousal swimming in your eyes as you cry, "Riki, please."
"Let me, princess. Let me," he whispers breathlessly, so close to your cunt, the warmth of his breath making you shudder. "You're so fucking pretty, baby. Been dreaming of this forever."
Speaking like a man tortured, he gives into his dreams, falling into the inevitable as he presses a kiss to your clit before licking a stripe straight from your entrance back to your clit, swallowing slick after the swirls of his tongue. You keen high in your throat, hands flying to his hair for stability, nails grazing his scalp as his life's purpose deviates to eating you out, eyes falling shut as he gets off on the withers of your body, your breath quivering each time you whine his name. He catalogues it all ─ somewhere where his brain isn't present, laser-focused on the slow open mouth kisses he gives your clit, tongue swiping to the chorus of your moans.
"Rikiiii," you whine, his eyes finding yours squinted as pleasure blooms across your face. "Your fingers ─ hmph! Need them,"
"Anything you want, pretty thing," he mumbles against you, lips glistening in your slick as two fingers trace your entrance, obsessed with its repeated clench to catch them. He noses along your cunt, swirling his tongue with the right pressure to chase after your incoming orgasm. "Just ask me, I'm all yours."
The impatient whines dye his ears red, eased by helpless whines as his arm extends to your chest, pushing up the flimsy material of your tank top to play with your pebbled nipples, thighs closing around his head. He doesn't care, the close proximity only gets him harder as his fingers push into your crying walls, closing in on him with everything you have.
Your fingers pull harder on his hair, a groan stifled against your clit as his fingers curls in you, a croak in your throat echoed as the sensation ripples through your body.
"You're so pretty when you don't know what to do with yourself," he chuckles, a harder curl of his fingers bringing a stretched keen through gritted teeth. "Feel good, baby?"
"I-I can't think," you admit, cheeks flushed and expression dazed, eyes trying to find his. "Just want you, Riki. Want all of you."
"You have me, princess. Let me eat you out first," he speaks in a husk, only aiding the tension-filled coil pulling in your stomach. "You taste so good, baby. I'd spend all day here if I could."
And to an extent, he does. He's so attuned to what you like, how much pressure, how much suction that it's not long before desperate gasps for air swallow the room whole, eating at the wet mess sounds Riki makes between your thighs. Again, it's all secondary to the hurtle your body does, a cross between cries, begs and screams running out your lips as you chant his name, coming and coming. The burst of ecstasy is unlike anything you've ever felt before, body mirroring the free float you do in between someplace between time and space, body raking through with shakes only feeding Riki's ego. Through it all, he maintains incessancy in his fingers as they pump into you, tongue migrating down around his fingers to taste every drop of your come. It's the kind of fixation you couldn't concoct in your wildest dreams, everything a mere mirage as your body just gives whatever Riki takes, sucking your clit and fingering you until you're shivering from overstimulation, bedsheets wet beneath you as you choke for air.
Riki is nice enough to allow the nanoseconds between the removal of his lips on your cunt to the press of your joined lips to let you breathe, whining against you as his tongue darts into your mouth, your head tipped back as your syrupy head lives off the taste of you two mixed, getting every bit of obsession of you two together.
"Don't we taste so good together?" he'd asked and even then, you agreed. More so now that in the bloom of softness and intimacy between you two, fingers curled in his strands as he rids himself of his pesky clothes, not having the heart to separate your lips as you help tug off his trousers and boxers.
When nothing separates you, you do like you did back then in his room, fingers tracing the tattoo on his ribcage with a hungry fever, a kiss pressed into the kiss mark just near his hip before your teeth sink into the mole on the other hip. You're feral, one-track minded as Riki consumes all your thoughts, switching positions until your back is pushed back down into your mattress and your legs spread. Your head lifts to view him hold his hard cock in hand, tip weeping as his body folds in desperation, tip smearing your folds with precome.
"Tell me you want it," Riki gruffs out, eyebrows knitted with pillowedlips. "Beg me to fuck you."
"Riki, please fuck me," impatience and frustration extend every letter of your plea, similar tears lining your eyes as your hand lowers to spread your folds, enticing him by the bite of his lips. "Your cock would feel so good in me. Am I not yours?"
"Fuck, you are."
"Then make me yours."
It's all he needs to hear, having had enough of his own games before he pushes in, both your mouths falling open at the stretch, your walls gripping him with all the hunger you have and more. The molten burn curls your toes and grits your teeth, feeling Riki everywhere, attached to all your senses as your breath stunts at the fill of him. And he has more to offer, feeding inch after inch until he's buried to the hilt, rewriting any concept you know of pleasure to him.
He stalls in you, chest rising and falling as all his eyes consume do is you, your body beneath him, cunt stuffed with his twitching length, skin sweat-lined with a body half the size of him, quivering. Your pupils are blown, your eye colour serving as a mere ring around them, so gone for him he doesn't know how he maintains his composure. Just strokes hair out your face with the back of his fingers before he starts thrusting.
He doesn't start off slow, fast-forwarding to the moment he's pondered when alone and nothing his brain conjured before compares to this. Not in the slightest - the warmth of your skin, the squeeze of your cunt, the cries you do as your stomach pulls in overload, nails scraping at the duvet cover with forgotten restraint. Everything about this, he will never get over, refuses to and with the look you give him, he thinks you feel it too.
He notches himself harder into you, groaning at the high keen you do as your eyes roll back, blinking tears away as you cry. "Kisses, Riki."
"You're so fucked out, princess," he purrs, a carnal feeling harbouring in his chest as he lowers himself down to you, safety-pin pendant on his chain feeding into your mouth, sucked on. "Your mouth's lonely, huh baby? Need to keep it stuffed, don't I?"
You nod around the pendant, all teary and doll eyed for him, soft gasp escaping as you let it go, finger curling around it to pull him closer. "Kiss me."
"Manners."
"Pleaseeeee!" it comes out so rushed, so pathetic you can't quite believe the voice belongs to you, so high you only seek what you want. And that is him alone. "Pretty please, need you. Need your lips, need you so bad, 'Ki."
"Open your mouth."
His command comes out with the kind of authority you're only compliant to, lips parted as spit lands on your tongue, at the back of your throat. Your mouth closes to taste him, whimpering at the mix of you two together. "Again, again. Please,"
"You're so greedy, baby," he replies, voice frayed by the grip of your cunt, smacking bodies bouncing off your cluttered walls. "It's okay, I want you too. Always wanted you."
He gives in, jaw unhinged under a dominating hand that keeps your mouth open for his spit, the force of its landing closing your eyes and contracting your body, a squeal muffled to your closed lips before his lips find them, kissing you like a man possessed. Kissing and tasting everywhere, making sure to fuck you through it all, nails scraping down his shoulder blades and back as he hits your sweet spot again and again.
You could cry. You do, stray tears escaping the squeeze of your eyes, their trail licked by Riki as he separates from you, sharing breaths with his forehead against yours before he leaves altogether, firm hand pressing into the bulge peeking through your stomach as he thrusts in, watching the outline of him in you.
"Rikiiii," you moan, so lost. "So good. You fuck me so─ngh, so good."
"I do, don't I, princess?" he muses, composure fraying further as he relishes in the faint-feel of his tip under his palm. "You're close, can feel you clenching for me,"
"You gonna be my good girl and come for me?"
The coil in your stomach is impossibly tight, you don't know much more you can take, frantic breaths choked back on sobs as you swipe tears out your eyes, looking at him despite the fact. "Yes! I'll be your good girl. I'm gonna come─!"
"Who's making you come, baby?" he asks, his husky voice all around you, your legs pushed to your chest as he leans his bodyweight into you. You can only sob. "Tell me."
"You, Riki. You!" you wail, stumped by your intercepted breath as he pushes further into you, face so close that your lips brush while you whine. "You're gonna make me come."
The coil snaps, everything coming afterwards. The cry of your lungs, the suspension of your breath and the dismantling of your body, so malleable to Riki's whims you accept him whole, hold his face as he ruts into you the last few times, whispering words that make you clench around him.
"Taking all my come like the greedy girl you are, princess," he whimpers, eyebrows screwed tight. "Gonna keep you nice and stuffed. That'll keep you happy, won't it?"
It will, a chorus of agreements and kisses peppering his face as he shatters in your hold, burying himself deepest in you before he convulses, swallowing the room in his drawn out moans and curses. He doesn't want this to end, sees no end in you as he gives a last few half-hearted glides of his cock before he cringes from overstimulation, body collapsing onto you, going soft but keeping you plugged. Just like you wanted.
"You're everything I want," he confesses, pink in his cheeks and tip of his nose as you caresses hair out his face, easing off you. "Please tell me you're mine. Let me take you out ─ please?"
He's so soft like this, sinking into every tender sentiment he holds in his heart for you. Merriment flutters in your chest, producing the giggle you do as you cast hair behind his ear, loving the overgrown look of his bleached hair. "Took you long enough."
He smiles, the boxy kind that makes your heart soar before he giggles, kissing you with everything between the two of you, together as one.
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warnings: smut MINORS DNI, explicit content, semi-public sex against a tree, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, dry humping, grinding, daddy kink, rough sex, hair pulling (implied), marking/hickeys, dirty talk, drug use (weed smoking and dealing), under the influence sex, possessive touching, public risk of getting caught, light degradation, aftercare, emotional intensity/butterflies/attachment forming during sex, cum inside,
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he was already there when she got to the park, sitting on the usual bench under the thickest tree, the one that blocked most of the streetlights. it was past one in the morning and the place was completely empty, just the distant sound of cars somewhere far away and the soft rustle of leaves whenever the wind moved.
the next day was school. she should have been home. she never was when he texted.
she almost walked past him.
the dirty blonde was gone.
in its place was black hair, almost blue under the weak light, messy under a dark beanie. the same black jacket with the brownish-yellow fur around the collar sat on his shoulders the way it always did, but everything else looked different. colder. prettier in a way that made her stop mid-step and stare. for a second she thought it was some other guy waiting for a different deal.
then he coughed once, quiet and low, the same little sound he always made when the night air hit his throat, and her chest did something stupid.
“ni-ki?”
he looked up. no smile. just those eyes, darker now against the black hair, and a small nod. “you’re late.”
she sat down next to him slowly, still staring. “you… dyed your hair?”
“yeah.”
“you didn’t say anything.”
“didn’t think i needed to, mom?”
“well… you’re right.” she chuckled.
he pulled a small bag from the inside pocket of his jacket and held it out between two fingers. she took it, their hands brushing for half a second longer than necessary. the familiar smell of weed mixed with whatever cologne he barely wore. she tucked the bag into her hoodie pocket and leaned back against the bench, still looking at him like she was trying to memorize the new version.
“it suits you,” she said after a while. “a lot.”
he didn’t answer right away. just pulled a joint from behind his ear, lit it with the same lighter he always used, and took a long drag. the tip glowed orange.
he passed it to her without a word. their fingers touched again. she inhaled, held it, and let the smoke out slowly toward the dark sky.
they passed it back and forth in silence for a few minutes. the high crept in soft and warm, loosening the edges of everything. she kept glancing at him. the black hair made his jaw look sharper, his mouth softer, the little mole under his eye more noticeable.
she had gotten used to the dirty blonde version of him—the one who barely spoke, who only answered when necessary, who treated every meeting like a quiet transaction that somehow turned into sitting together for hours.
this version felt like someone she hadn’t met yet.
he took the joint from her again, their fingers lingering. “good different or bad different?”
“good. fuck. really good.” she laughed under her breath, a little embarrassed by how honest the weed made her. “if i knew black would look this good on you i would’ve forced you to dye it months ago.”
he hummed, the sound low in his chest. “mhmm. am i that attractive for you?”
she turned her head to look at him properly. the high made everything slower, softer. “hell yeah,” she said, no hesitation. “you look fucking sexy. like… unfairly sexy.”
something shifted in his eyes. he didn’t smile, but the corner of his mouth twitched like he almost wanted to. he took one last drag, the joint almost finished, and held the smoke for a long second before leaning in and exhaling it slowly against her lips.
she opened her mouth without thinking, breathing him in. the joint dropped somewhere between them on the bench.
the first kiss was careful. just lips brushing, tasting smoke and mint and him. then she made a small sound and he deepened it, tongue sliding against hers, slow and deliberate.
one of his hands came up to the side of her neck, thumb resting under her jaw, tilting her head exactly the way he wanted. she melted into it. the park disappeared. there was only the cold bench under her thighs and the heat of his mouth and the way his other hand eventually found her waist under the hoodie.
they kissed until her lips felt swollen. when they finally pulled apart for air he was already looking at her like he had decided something. he tugged her closer by the hips until she was straddling his lap on the bench, knees on either side of his thighs.
the fur of his jacket brushed against her wrists as she wrapped her arms around his neck. he gripped her ass with both hands and pulled her down against him, grinding her slowly over the hard line in his jeans.
“moan for me,” he said against her ear, voice quiet and rough. “i want to hear it.”
she did. soft at first, then louder when he rolled his hips up and the thick shape of him pressed right against her clit through layers of fabric. her forehead dropped against his. butterflies exploded in her stomach so hard she almost felt dizzy.
she had done this before—dry humped, made out, fucked in quiet places with boys who didn’t matter. none of them had ever made her feel like this. like she was floating and falling at the same time. like her body was too small for whatever was happening inside her chest.
she could feel how hard he was. the front of his jeans was already damp where the head of his cock pressed against the denim. she rocked against him harder, chasing the friction, and he groaned low into her neck.
“fuck,” she whispered. “ni-ki…”
he stood up suddenly, hands still under her thighs, and carried her a few steps off the path until her back hit the rough bark of the big tree. leaves rustled above them. he set her down only long enough to spin her around so her chest pressed against the trunk. her hands found the wood, cheek pressed against the rough wood.
he tugged her sweatpants and panties down together in one motion, letting them pool around her ankles. cold air hit her bare skin. then his warm palm was between her legs, two fingers sliding through the slick folds, rubbing slow circles over her clit.
she moaned louder than she meant to. the sound felt huge in the empty park.
“quiet,” he murmured against the back of her neck, but there was no real command in it. he kept touching her, spreading her open, dipping one finger inside just enough to feel how wet she was. “you’re dripping.”
she heard the metallic click of his belt, then the sound of his zipper. the head of his cock brushed against her entrance a second later, hot and thick. he didn’t push in right away.
he rubbed himself up and down her slit, coating the tip, letting her feel every inch of what she was about to take. then he gripped her hip with one hand and pushed in deep in one slow thrust.
she cried out.
the stretch was perfect, burning in the best way. she could feel every vein, every ridge, the way he filled her so completely that her stomach fluttered. through the thin crop top she wore she felt the faint pressure of him from the inside, and when she looked down she could almost see the shape of him under her skin. he stayed buried for a long moment, breathing hard against her shoulder, letting her adjust.
then he started moving.
not too rough at first. deep, steady strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot inside her. leaves fell around them when the wind picked up. he licked a slow line up the side of her neck, teeth grazing, then sucked a dark mark right under her ear. she moaned his name and he answered by thrusting harder, the sound of skin meeting skin loud in the quiet night.
“fuck—baby…” she gasped before she could stop herself.
his rhythm stuttered for half a second. then he groaned against her skin and fucked her deeper, one hand sliding up under her crop top to cup her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple.
the other hand stayed on her hip, holding her steady against the tree while he pounded into her. it wasn’t violent, but it was relentless. every thrust pushed her up onto her toes. her tits pressed harder against the bark. she could feel him everywhere—inside her, around her, the heat of his body against her back, the way his breath hitched every time she clenched around him.
“you feel so fucking good,” he muttered, voice almost gone. “been thinking about this.”
she came first, sudden and hard, walls fluttering around him as she cried out into the dark.
he didn’t stop.
he fucked her through it, chasing his own release, until his hips stuttered and he buried himself as deep as he could go, pulsing inside her with a low, broken sound against her neck. she felt every throb. every warm spurt. her legs were shaking so hard she might have fallen if he wasn’t holding her up.
for a long time neither of them moved. just breathing. the park was still empty. somewhere far away a dog barked once and then silence returned.
he pulled out slowly, carefully, and tugged her pants back up with surprising gentleness.
when she turned around he was already looking at her, black hair messy under the beanie, lips slightly swollen, eyes softer than she had ever seen them. he reached up and fixed a leaf that had gotten stuck in her hair.
“you good?” he asked quietly.
she nodded, still floating. the butterflies hadn’t gone away. if anything they were worse. she stepped closer and rested her forehead against his chest for a second, listening to his heartbeat under the jacket.
“yeah,” she whispered. “i’m good.”
he didn’t say anything else. just kept one arm around her while they stood there under the tree, the night wrapping around them like it was the only place in the world that existed. school was in a few hours. neither of them mentioned it. the joint was long gone. the bag of weed sat forgotten in her pocket. none of it mattered right then.
only the quiet, and the way he held her like he wasn’t planning on letting go anytime soon.
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‘Upset stomach, nausea, and, in rare instances, liver damage if overused.’ Is what the back of your pain medication bottle said as you popped 2 more than the recommended dosage, not caring about anything more than getting a good grade on your final exams tomorrow— you swallowed while coughing a bit. Due to the rapidly approaching exams and lack of knowledge you had, you found yourself attending your local cram school (private, supplemental educational institution that prepares students for specific goals) after school to study as a last resort.
Sitting next to a couple of losers you rolled your eyes and set down your things. You never really focused on school until this year since your parents really started cracking down on grades or they threatened you that they’d kick you out. You bit your tongue at the fact that was eating you alive and decided to try and study for this finial with all of your brainpower.
“..you shouldn’t take that many,” a monotone voice chimed in, ruining your thought process. You turned your head slowly with an annoyed expression to meet eyes with a boy. He looked about your age maybe a bit older, his lips were slightly parted most likely in shock that you took so many pills at once. His eyes looked puppy-ish and sad yet glittered with a hint of concern?
“I have a headache.” you said refusing to spare the boy second glance.
“Well if you’re trying to kill yourself.” He said in a blunt mumble shrugging.
Giving him a squinted glare you spoke, “of course I’m not!?” You scoffed, finding his bluntness pretty rude. He didn’t say anything else before you heard a small snap, his pencil lead lying on his paper detached from the wood. You reverted your gaze back to the teacher, as if you could care less. He rummaged through his pencil case for a while. After a brief moment you felt a tap on your shoulder, you looked over again.
“Yes?” You said curtly, giving him another negligent glare.
“Can I borrow a pencil?” He asked blinking slowly at you accompanied by slumped shoulders— as if it was a hassle to ask you a simple question.
After looking him over you complied with a sigh handing him your last mechanical pencil in a sluggish mannor, matching his exact energy.
“Thanks.” He stated with a hollow stare that sent an uninvited chill down your spine, you nodded with a gulp before going back to try and focus on the task at hand; writing notes, keeping pace with the practice equations and.. trying to stay awake since it was about 4pm, aka prime nap time.
You woke up to the sounds of chairs being pushed in and the sound of the boy next to you’s backpack being zipped shut. Shooting up out of your seat to look around your heart dropped.
“..its fucking over?!” You shrieked looking around, then back at the boy. He nodded holding your pencil you lended him out to you, unfazed by your panicked state.
“My finals are tomorrow?! My parents are gonna kill me if I fail…” you groaned hitting your head with your fist a couple times.
The boy stood with a stoic expression while he looked down at your pathetic state. Riki had a tiny bit of compassion hidden away in his heart especially for people who had some for him too. He looked down at the pencil in his hand and sighed.
“I’ll help you.” He said looking down at you.
You picked your head up off your hands and looked up at him with an astonished stare. “Really?” You asked wiping your messy hair out of your face.
He looked at his phone that read 7pm and then back down at you blankly. “…yes,”
You gasped at the nice gesture, especially from the cold boy you first met today. “Thank you! Thank you!” You said standing and packing up quickly, a giddy expression plastered on your face. When finished you took his hands in both of yours and shook them vigorously before speaking, “I can’t thank you enough, really. Thank you! Thank you…” you paused searching for his name tag pinned onto his uniform that read Nishimura Riki. Before you could finish your sentence he interrupted.
“Don’t.” He said disconnecting your hands from his coldly. You could tell he didn’t want to do this favor but his heart persuaded him otherwise.
“Let’s go.” He said quietly. You followed him out into the busy street, sticking to his side anxiously you assessed him, he was tall and lanky, his bangs covered most of his forehead, lips were plump, and he was undoubtedly handsome. He resembled that of a newborn puppy, timid yet cautious and calculated.
You decide to put an end to the awkward silence he provided while walking to his home. “My names y/n..” you said looking down at the pavement underneath your shuffling feet.
He hummed in acknowledgment, “My names Riki.” He replied keeping his gaze trained forward, silence soon following once again. You nodded in response chewing on the skin off of your lip.
After a long and painfully silent stroll to his house the both of you made your way inside, taking off your shoes, looking around you noted the smallness of the space, and the stoic energy that matched his mood to a T. A wall of awards caught your eye, ones that read ..𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯, 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺, 𝘦𝘤𝘵. Your eyes widened, you got lucky with this guy.
Trailing back to his room you sat down on a chair to the boys left while he dug through his backpack for the notes he took earlier. You sat your chin on your palm staring off into space, quietly observing his collection of books and binders on his desk. He cleared his throat causing you to divert your attention to him as he began to speak, “There are three major types of probabilities, Theoretical Probability, Experimental Probability, Axiomatic Probability.” He said circling the trio.
Before you knew it.. “P(B) = n(B) / n(S) = 36 / 36 = 1.” You wrote down and gave him a questioning stare at whether you were right or not, his eyes scanned your answer before meeting yours and nodding slowly. Your smile widened as he leaned back in the chair with a seemingly exhausted sigh even though it had only been two hours since you started. “I think you got it.” Riki stated lacking any real encouragement.
You looked over at him briefly, “This was really a big help.” you said genuinely grateful. The people he usually helped study were never thankful or grateful for his help, them typically forcing him to do the task. Your candidness made him tense slightly and tone stirred something in his stomach.. butterflies? The concept of getting butterflies by the simple fact someone is was naturally appreciative towards him was.. unorthodox in his mind. He hummed in response to your gratitude, continuing to clean up the supplies you both used to study.
“I wish I could make up for it?” You spoke again in that same tone a warm smiling plaguing your lips, and head tilted to the side. He gulped shaking his head sternly. “Maybe lunch? Or a convenience store run?” You continued to press on.
“No. It’s really fine.” He said in a firmness that was a little frightening. It almost sounded like he was battling something within himself.
“Well I’m not leaving until you figure something out.” You said after a short pause, your tone teasing whilst flopping onto his perfectly arranged bedsheets belly first. One of your legs lazily hanging off the side of his bed the other in the air as you scrolled on social media. His eyes trailing up them before catching a glimpse of your underwear that peaked out of your school uniform skirt. He looked away quickly, clenching the pens in his hands. This was wrong. A girl on his bed, a girl in his room? One that made him feel.. all weird and tingly.
“Think of anything?” You asked after a couple minutes, turning to sit up and look at him again. You noticed his uncomfortable stance and avoidant demeanor. “You ok—?” You asked before looking down and noticing a sizable implement in his pants. And god it was huge.. you definitely hadn’t expected this from someone like Riki, someone so blunt, quiet, and cold. Compared to those glasses, perfectly organized room, walls lined with books and manga, and various academic awards you could only imagine that he’s never even been in close proximity to a woman. And here you come sitting on his bed, him looking down at you.. makes sense.
He sighed setting down the things he had in his hands and sluggishly sat on his bed beside you and falling down onto his back, you watched his jaw clench and hands rubbing his eyes from under his glasses and temples in frustration and most likely embarrassment. You bit your lip awkwardly, not really knowing what to follow up with.
“I can’t think of anything, so maybe you should just go.” He finally spoke. He felt like a complete pervert, getting hard over seeing the slightest slit up your skirt. It became very apparent to him that he was indeed no better than the average man.
“I can maybe help you.. with that?” You spoke softly, theres that sincerity again. He thought for a moment. The silence defining his confusion.
“Seriously?” He sat up quickly pushing his glasses back in place, his face a mix of surprise and discomfort most likely from the straining fabric around his bulge. You nodded letting out a stifled laugh at his eager tone.
He looked down at his lap then back up at you his eyes were desperate. But his tone said otherwise “I don’t want to make it seem like.. I’m forcing anything.” He said shifting uncomfortably.
You smirked “You’re so lame..” you scoffed in teasing tone. He was used to this type of behavior towards him and usually resented the treatment. Being bullied, pushed around, degraded. But from you it felt different… it felt good? His bulge becoming abnormally uncomfortable now. You stood in front of him while he still slumped against the wall, he couldn’t believe that this was real. A girl coming within a 100 yards of him was unheard of let alone one asking to ‘help’ with his boner. His gaze seemed to get cloudier by the second them more he thought about it.
“Well?” You said snapping him out of his daydream. You gestured in the general direction of his pants causing him to give you a confused stare. “Jesus,” You sighed, how much of a virgin could one person act like. You stepped forward and began unbuttoning his trousers, stopping before noticing the nervous state he was in just by the way his hands trembled slightly at his sides.
“Calm down.” You said gently, sitting down beside him again steadying his hands by his sides. His gaze softening a bit after your gentle tone. “Sorry,” he muttered pushing his glasses up again.
Deciding that a bit of foreplay was necessary due to the lack of confidence that Riki seemed to have, you climbed onto his lap which forced him to sit up against the wall automatically. He tried to follow along with whatever signals you gave him even though everything felt like it was moving so fast with that he waited for you to make the next move. His puppy-like eyes bored into yours, waiting, his invisible tail wagging quickly. Studying the new face that sat in front of him on his lap, his gaze lingering on your lips for a long moment. A low unintentional “Mmh..” escaping his mouth as his hands clasped your hips, the contact between your clothed pussy and his bulge rewiring his body to do odd things, things he could’ve never imagined doing with a girl. His hips rolled against yours, compelling his eyebrows to tent upwards— fuck. You felt yourself coming undone watching him get off so hungrily on little to no contact at all made you yearn for what it looked like when the real thing came. Leaning forward you pressed a warm kiss onto his plump lips a spilt second passing before he returned the kiss greedily, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer causing your back to arch.
“…feels …so …good,” he purred between sloppy kisses, eagerly grinding his clothed hips into yours, wanting the inaccessible so badly. You hummed in agreement, hands cupping his lower jaw and part of his occipital as you bounced in his lap and the wet sounds of the both of your lips clouting together filled the warm air in the room. By forcing your tongue in his mouth you stifled his small whimpers, the soft object exploring all the way around his mouth sent a shiver up his back. Somehow his tongue then made it back into your mouth now that he felt comfortable enough, the two meeting in the middle. Dancing around one another as fireworks erupted in his head. Riki couldn’t remember the last time he felt this much bliss aside from when he won valediction last year but this, this had to have taken the cake. Finally he broke the kiss, you leaned back to assess the damage. His glasses fogged, lips pinker than they were before, and cheeks as red as tomatoes.
“…hhh,” he sighed pushing his glasses up into his hair to rub his eyes. You couldn’t help but smile at his nerdy little gestures. “..hm?” He said catching your smile.
“You’re cute.” You said simply causing him to blush and shake his head. Hopping off of his lap and sitting down next to him leaning slightly on his shoulder you smirked. You felt the heat radiating off of his body while he watched you reach down to lazily trace the outline of his clothed cock. “It’s so big..” you marveled sweetly, out loud this time. His eyes widened “really?! You think so?” He said sounding almost doubtful at your observation. You nodded letting your fingers push at the waist band of his boxers finally letting his length free. He avoided your wide eyes and the silence that came along with them. You gawked at the size once again, watching a small string of clear precum tempting from his tip your mouth practically began to water. Pushing down that urge deep inside your chest, you reached for his length and began to gently pump it. Listening to his breath hitch he groaned quietly, “..faster y/n,” you complied and started to pump faster his eyes finding yours and lips puckering for a kiss. Already becoming a needy mess for someone he just had met a few hours earlier. You leaned in again subconsciously agreeing to the kiss, your hand still working quickly in his lap. Your lips intertwining with his again, him not being able to keep a consistent pace. His sweet groans sounded between small pecks. Your fingers making sure not to leave any part of his long cock untouched. Your hand stopped moving once you noticed his hips jerking up into your grip desperately— he wanted control.
“you’re such a good boy fucking my hand~” you said breathlessly pulling away from a kiss, he nodded whilst looking up at you continuing to thrust into your hand. For a moment his eyes glinted with impatience, like the limited movement of you hand wasn’t enough. You blinked and before you knew it he had you pinned to his mattress panting while looking down at you. His throbbing cock hanging between your legs, he shoved his fogged glasses under his pillow and reached for your waistband and working your skirt off of your legs— he wanted no restrictions. He was slowly going more feral but when your skirt was completely off he couldn’t resist anymore, those plush thighs, tight pink panties, a soft blush coating your cheeks. To him it looked just like the hentai mangas he read alone in his room when he needed a stress reliever… god he was really a loser.
“You’re so pretty y/n…” he muttered his fingers pulling your thighs slowly apart. “hhh.. fuck,” he breathed pressing his length into your clothed folds above your panties. You bit your lip letting a small whimper out as his tip pressured your clit. The area soon becoming slick with precum and substance from your wet pussy. “..g-god Riki” you moaned while his tip teased your sensitive button, he wanted access so bad.. his nails digging into your sides simultaneously as the fiction quickened. “..wanna ..fuck,” was all he could muster out between breathes. His hips thrusting like he was in heat them jolty and desperate. Yearning to try and find a way inside you despite knowing that couldn’t possibly happen. Short stifled breaths escaped his mouth while he continued, the friction quickly becoming all too much to handle you muffled a moan with your hand. Your hips shudder against the mattress while Riki pressed his cock against your wet panties one more time, “..f-fucking god,” he groaned clamping his eyes shut in pleasure as the fabric of your panties absorbed the thick ropes that shot out of his cock along with the smaller amount of squirt that you produced. Pulling away from the messy scene he panted, a few drops of cum still trickling out of his cock as he sat on his knees in front of you.
It was like he had just woke up from the best dream ever. Looking at your disheveled state realizing the reality of what just happened. You sat up on your elbows meeting eyes with the boy certainly not the same one you met earlier, hair messy, no glasses, unbelievably hot and all overstimulated. You soon noticed how he couldn’t take his eyes off of your messy panties. Deciding to do him a favor you hooked your thumbs around the sides of your underwear and started pulling them off slowly. Watching his eyes widen he scrambled for his glasses in order to watch the scene clearly. His lips parted in awe as he caught a glimpse of your bare pussy before you closed your legs.
Holding your sticky panties in the air above him you spoke with a smirk. “Want em?”
He nodded eagerly, you laughed followed by a disgusted expression. Throwing them over in his direction you stood up, fixing your hair in his mirror. He studied the panties with amazement. “..holy shit,” he marveled. He looked up at you and noticed you were getting ready to leave deciding muster up the courage to ask you if he could maybe tutor you again or hang out or whatever girls and guys did together.
He pushed his glasses up before speaking “y/n mayb-,” he got out before you cut him off “Fuck I had no idea it got so late. I gotta go Riki.” You said planting a small kiss on his cheek and quickly exiting his room. He nodded watching you leave still holding the damp panties. No phone number, no address.. just these. He sighed.
𝜗𝜚 n. riki x reader
&&. idol!riki x uni student!reader. fluff. fem-implied reader. some suggestive humor. teasing as a love language. est. relationship. fake idgafer niki (he’s in luv). main masterlist.
all content is purely fictional !
shit i do instead of actually preparing for my exams 💔 #my chungus life
this whole thing with riki started three months ago.
friends with benefits. no strings. just stress relief when you both needed it.
except somewhere along the way it stopped being just casual. the way he texts you at 2am not for a hookup but because he can't sleep. the way he brings you food when you mention you haven't eaten. the way he looks at you sometimes like—
you're not thinking about that right now.
right now you're in his apartment, face down on his bed while he kisses down your spine, and you're very aware that he's about to see something you haven't mentioned.
"you're tense," he murmurs against your shoulder blade. "relax."
"i am relaxed."
"liar." his hands slide down your sides. "what's wrong?"
"nothing's wrong."
he pauses. you can feel him looking.
"what—" his voice changes. "what are these?"
fuck.
"dermals," you say into the pillow. "back dermals."
"since when?"
"got them a few weeks ago.."
silence. then his fingers trace over them—four small titanium posts down your lower back, each topped with a tiny gem. delicate. pretty. you'd gotten them on impulse after a particularly bad week.
"why didn't you tell me?" he asks quietly.
"didn't think it mattered. it's just jewelry."
"just jewelry," he repeats. his fingers are still tracing them, almost reverent. "you have fucking diamonds on your back and you thought it didn't matter?"
"they're not diamonds, they're—"
he interrupts you by kissing the top right. then the left. then the bottom ones.
"riki—"
"these are so fucking hot." his voice has dropped lower. "do you know how hot these are?"
"they're just piercings—"
"they're not just anything." he's kissing down your spine again, paying special attention to each dermal. "they're fucking perfect. you're fucking perfect."
you can feel how hard he is against your thigh.
"you're really into this," you observe.
"i'm losing my mind over this." he bites your shoulder gently. "how am i supposed to be normal knowing you have these?"
"it's literally just jewelry—"
"stop saying that." he grabs your hips, pulling them up. "on your knees."
"bossy—"
"now."
you comply, rising onto your hands and knees, and hear him swear under his breath.
"fuck. look at you." his hands slide up your thighs. "look at these. catching the light. so pretty."
"riki—"
"i need to fuck you like this." his hand slides between your legs, finding you already wet. "need to watch these while i'm inside you. can i?"
"yes—"
he's already reaching for a condom, ripping it open with his teeth. you hear the snap of latex, then feel him line himself up.
"ready?" he asks, and there's a roughness to his voice that makes you shiver.
"yes—"
he pushes in slowly, both of you groaning at the sensation. from this angle he feels even bigger, the stretch intense.
"okay?" he asks, hands gripping your hips.
"more than okay. move."
he does, starting with slow, deep thrusts. but his eyes are fixed on your back, on the foursmall gems catching the light with each movement.
"so fucking pretty," he mutters. "can't stop looking at them. at you."
"they're just—"
"stop." he thrusts harder, making you gasp. "stop calling them 'just' anything. they're fucking art. you're fucking art."
he picks up the pace, one hand sliding up your lower back to trace over the dermals again. the touch is gentle, reverent, completely at odds with the way he's fucking you.
"i'm obsessed with these," he admits. "gonna think about them every time i see you now. gonna imagine them under your clothes."
"that's—ah—inappropriate—"
"we're literally fucking. i think we're past inappropriate." he leans over you, changing the angle, and hits that perfect spot. "besides, you like it. can feel how you clench when i touch them."
he's right. every time his fingers brush over the dermals, you tighten around him involuntarily.
"that's it," he encourages. "so good. taking me so well."
his hand slides around to find your clit, circling it in time with his thrusts.
"riki—i'm close—"
"yeah? gonna come for me?" he speeds up slightly. "want to feel it. want to watch these pretty little gems sparkle while you fall apart on my cock."
the combination of his words, his fingers, the angle—it's too much. you come with a broken moan, face pressed into the pillow, and he groans.
"fuck, yes—just like that—so perfect—"
he thrusts a few more times before following, grip tight on your hips, and you feel him pulse inside you.
for a moment neither of you moves, just breathing hard. then he pulls out carefully, disposing of the condom before collapsing beside you.
"that was—" you start.
"incredible." he pulls you against his chest. "you're incredible. those piercings are incredible. i'm never getting over this."
RIKI IS INSATIABLE WHEN IT COMES TO YOU.
He has endless stamina when it comes to your pretty pussy. He gets off to hearing your moans while he eats like a man starved. It's a sport to him, a sport he widly enjoys.
pairing: munch!riki x reader !
warnings: strong language obsessed riki established relationship porn with no plot
warnings (smut): riki loves that pussy. Power imbalance praise dirty talk eating out cunnilingus multiple orgasms overstimulation multiple rounds licking pussydrink riki cum eating bulge oral (fem! receive) sex implied towards end munch!riki agenda
playlist: Sugar on my Tongue by Tyler The Creator [] Make it to the Morning by PARTYNEXTDOOR [] Slow Down by Chase Atlantic [] Folded by Kehlani []
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RIKI IS INSATIABLE WHEN IT COMES TO YOU. And right now? He's just proving his point.
His hands are already sliding up your thighs before you can even catch your breath from the last round, fingers digging in just enough to spread you open for him again. Riki’s eyes are dark, glazed over, that lazy smirk of his completely gone, replaced by something feral and hazy. He’s breathing hard through his nose, chest rising and falling like he’s the one who’s been wrecked, not you.
“Fuck… look at you,” he murmurs, voice low and rough, almost slurred. “So fucking wet for me still. Can’t get enough of this pretty little pussy.”
He doesn’t wait. He never does when he gets like this.
Riki dives in like a man starved, mouth hot and greedy as he drags his tongue flat from your entrance all the way up to your clit in one slow, filthy stripe. The sound he makes when he tastes you, deep, guttural, almost a groan, is pure addiction. His lips close around your swollen clit and he sucks, hard, tongue flicking in tight little circles that make your hips jerk.
You try to close your thighs but he just growls against you, pushing them wider with those strong hands, pinning you down so he can bury his face deeper. He’s messy on purpose, sucking, slurping, the wet obscene sounds echoing every time he laps at you like he’s trying to drink you down. His nose presses against your clit while his tongue pushes inside you, fucking you with it in shallow thrusts that have you seeing stars.
“Riki—ah, fuck—too much—” you gasp, fingers threading tight into his dark hair, tugging hard enough that it should hurt, but it only makes him moan louder into your pussy.
He pulls back just enough to look up at you, lips shiny and swollen, chin glistening with your slick. His pupils are blown wide, that usual cool composure shattered. He looks drunk. Completely gone for you.
“Too much?” he rasps, voice wrecked. A wicked little smile tugs at his mouth before he leans back in and spits on your clit, watching it drip down with heavy-lidded eyes. “Baby, I’m just getting started. You taste so fucking good… I could stay here all night.” And you know he means that as a promise.
Then he’s back on you, sucking your clit into his mouth again, two long fingers sliding deep inside you without warning, curling instantly against that spot that makes your back arch off the bed. He pumps them slow and deliberate at first, matching the rhythm of his tongue, but the more you moan, the faster he gets. Sloppy. Hungry. Like he’s chasing the sound of you falling apart.
Every time you whimper his name, he groans against your core, the vibration shooting straight through you. When you start shaking, thighs trembling around his head, he doesn’t let up, he doubles down, sucking harder, fingers fucking into you faster, wet sounds turning downright pornographic.
“That’s it… let me hear you,” he mumbles against your folds, voice muffled and desperate. “Fuck, those moans… you’re gonna make me cum just from eating you out, I swear.”
You’re overstimulated, tears pricking at your eyes, body twitching with every pass of his tongue, but he keeps going, relentless, addicted, lost in the taste of you. He grinds his hips against the sheets like he can’t help it, cock aching and untouched because right now, nothing matters except making you cum on his tongue again and again.
And when you finally shatter, crying out his name in broken sobs, he doesn’t stop. He rides you through it, licking and sucking every drop like he’s afraid to miss even one, humming happily against your sensitive flesh until you’re pushing at his head and begging.
He finally pulls away, face flushed and shiny, lips parted as he catches his breath. But those eyes, still dark, still starving, tell you he’s nowhere near done.
Riki licks his lips slowly, savoring you, then leans in to press one soft, teasing kiss right on your oversensitive clit.
“One more, baby,” he whispers, voice thick with lust. “Just give me one more. I’m not finished with you yet.”
౨ৎ## the way she feels inside, those thoughts i can’t deny
nishimura riki x fem reader!
synopsis: being in a surreptitious relationship with riki is one thing, but getting caught is another.
includes: 3.5k words | SMUT | introverted riki ! x bubbly yn | jealous riki | possessive sex | phone sex ¿? | oral (f receiving) | missionary | doggy | marking | lowkey mad sex👀 | pet names | yn got a secretive dirty mouth 😄 | dirty talk | masturbation | mischievous riki | cum eating | cursing | praise | degradation | unprotected sex (DONT DO IT!) | aftercare | riki’s tad funny😙 | yn’s popular but she knows her standards😝 (period) | minors do not read or interact.
extra: yooo i had this idea last night😹 so i rushed this lowkeyyy | happy saturday my loves💗 | ALSO CHANGED MY PFP?? i like it🫰🤓 | riki is a hot motherfucker | lowkey riki is the type of person to do this….| inbox and requests are open~
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“r-riki mmph-”
your voice soon died out when riki easily swipes his tongue across your clit to collect your juices.
riki’s grip on your hip tightens to hold you steady and keep him close to his mouth.
after three orgasms, riki continues to slurp every single fluid that comes out of your vaginal hole, making you all overstimulated and whiny but it doesn’t remove the fact that it’s so overwhelmingly pleasuring.
riki keeps sucking your pussy like a lollipop.
“taste so good princess.” riki eats you down.
his hair is all over the place from your tight grip, mini massages, and fingers tangling his locks. and your whole face is a sweaty mess from the hot, intense situation riki has put you through.
you know how jealous riki gets.
there’s a new transfer guy at school. and he’s been getting close to you. too close for riki’s comfort.
riki would eye him and his little, lovely actions towards you. he hawks him as if he’s gonna eat him alive. the transfer guy would smile to your words, make strong eye contact whenever you’re talking, get too close to you to the point you’re brushing shoulders together, or even lean a little close that would not be at a level of consideration of an “acquaintance”.
riki knows how bubbly, respectful, and good-natured you are. of course, you’re quite oblivious, but you also observe people pretty well.
you notice the transfer guy brushing your shoulder, so you step away, but he gets closer. that’s when riki loses it especially with seeing a flicker of annoyance on your face before replacing it with a friendly smile.
“fuck baby you sound so angelic.” riki mutters between your thighs when he gets you moaning mess. he was too busy, pounding himself with his hand on your bed, or slightly humping the bed covers that’s has your juices and riki’s combined.
riki wanted you, physically. after seeing how close you were with that guy, he wanted to remind you how much he makes you crazy and remind you that you’re only his.
you’re trashing all over your bed covers. your neck is exposed to riki’s view to catch your breath. you’re breathing, gasping for air from uncontrollable pleasure from your boyfriend’s tongue. it feels fucking fantastic!
suddenly, you hear your phone vibrating under your pillow. with the last bit of sanity, you reach for your phone as you whimpered highly when riki’s tongue sticks right inside your pussy, his nose rubbing all over.
you gasp and squint your eyes for the caller id.
annoying transfer student 😒
automatically, you press the lower button of the volume, making the sound die quickly.
riki knows that the transfer student asked for your number. you were the first person to report to him. he sees when and how he texts you. you don’t even respond or send full sentences, it’s more half assed and a little passive aggressive with some emojis to balance it out. it’s just questions about freak ass homework’s and school assignments. you even let riki read the conversations.
you put it under your bed, as you grab riki’s hair with your face contorted from pleasure. you rub his face against your clit as riki chases your pleasure. he groans into your pussy, enlightening vibrations to your body.
he looks up and admires you. “so pretty for me. taking my tongue very well.”
“shit riki!” you hear his tongue slurping your juices and you grow fuzzy in the head. a sign from you that you’re close.
you hear your phone ring again. and now you’re pissed. you angrily grab the phone as it literally made your orgasm deny. you sigh loudly which makes riki pout, he rubs your stomach with his huge palms to relax you.
you read the text messages,
hey yn are u busy rn?☺️
need help with statistics homework if u don’t mind? you’re good at statistics, but i forgot what the teacher today said i was spacing out😂😂
haha
so what did you get for number 3?
and after you read the messages, he immediately called after.
“riki wait.” you had to put your boyfriend on a little break. you pull him up from your clit, as you see riki groan from frustration. his hooded eyes staring at you with annoyance.
he finally straightens his back, his mouth covered in your slick, and he rakes his hair through his fingers. he lets you be on your phone.
“who is it?” riki mutters, clearly just as annoyed as you are.
you purse your lips, rolling your eyes. “it’s junho. he needs help with freaking homework.”
riki scoffs loudly, his tongue rolling inside his mouth as he can’t believe the situation. “unbelievable. was about to make you cum.”
“let me take this call real quick-”
“no.” riki’s quick with it. he leans down, grabs your phone and place it under your pillow.
your eyes slightly widen from what’s opening. and next thing you know, riki’s groping your tits with his two hands as he dives deeply into your mouth with his lips covered with your juices. you can tell from his grip how needy and pissed he is.
you immediately respond, hands flying to his hair and tangling it again when he just fixed it a few seconds ago.
lips smacking, tongues battling, the hunger fueled you two more.
another phone call rings.
“jesus fuck what does he want!?” riki detaches himself from your lips. his eyebrows pinch together from irritation as you quickly catch your breath. riki grabs your phone, frustration taking over his face.
“let me just take this call so it can be over with.” you say, examining how riki’s expression doesn’t change. you grab your phone from your boyfriend’s hand.
you look at riki once more, almost throwing a smiling as you compare him to a child throwing a tantrum.
“be nice. and i’ll be yours.” you say as he grab his fingers and play with it. riki’s eyes fixated onto that, calming down when he sees you twiddle with his fingers. it can’t be helped with your good nature. you’re naturally friendly and easy to approach, one of the ways why riki’s so comfortable with you.
“uh hello?” you say, trying not to be annoyed.
“oh thank god.” you hear junho say in a gleeful tone. “i thought something happened to you when you didn’t answer my calls. i got worried.”
you bit your lips from annoyance. you see riki eyeing you like a hyena. you can see his jaw clenching when he hears junho’s voice.
you mouthed be nice as riki ignore your words, mocking your words.
“thanks for worrying, but i’m okay.” you smile lightly between your words. “so what’s the problem?” you straightforwardly ask.
riki’s hands roam around to your hips, exploring your curves as he tries to find himself occupied. it soothes his anger.
“ah yeah,” junho replied. “number three for homework, the school raffle problem.”
you closed your eyes for a bit to recall what you did for that homework assignment. “i put 95%.” you said.
“oh really?” junho frowned from the other line. “could you explain why? i didn’t get that answer.”
riki’s teeth gritted from how he’s taking your time. riki’s time. sex time.
you spare a glance at riki who’s too busy roaming your naked body with his hands.
you uncomfortably shifted yourself, trying to not say something as mean as “pay attention next time.”
“sure.”
“ugh you’re a lifesaver y/n. can’t do anything without you.”
you grow uncomfortable and riki senses it by the lack of response and your confused expression. “thanks…” you linger.
“basically there are 15 winning tickets and only 5 losing tickets. the only way maria doesn’t win anything is-”
you let out a small gasp when riki grabbed his hard cock and aligns it right on top of your clit.
your eyes widen at riki. he smirk you off, amused at your reaction. his eyes are full of mischief and lust as he gained a new idea.
you look down at the vulgar sight. you see him rub his cock against your clit now and you almost moaned at how good it felt. your hips shift on bed with your mouth open from the immense bliss.
riki bites his lips, holding you still on your lips with one hand and the other on his cock.
“y/n?” you hear junho say that made you snap back to reality.
whatever riki’s doing, it’s not helping.
you hold in a breath.
“s-sorry got distracted.” you gulp afterwards. “if m-maria picks two losing tickets in a row and that probability is very small…. the e-equation is-”
you almost let a moan out but you immediately covered your mouth with your hand. riki rubs his cock up and down against your clit and your body almost twitches.
riki lets out strangled grunts.
“y/n are you okay? are you hurt?”
riki shakes his head, smirking with his head lean back when he hears concern for you.
“come on…” riki whispers. “tell him you’re okay.” you see him taunting you as you nod obediently.
“i’m okay! uh equation…” you linger. you can’t talk properly when riki continues to rub his bare cock in your wet hole. you see his wetness come out of his cock and go inside your clit.
riki notices your silence, feeling triumph for some reason.
he leans down to your ear, exchanging his body warmth to you. “be a good girl and answer him smartie.” he continues to rub his dick into your pussy. you look down and see his precum spill into your cunt, you couldn’t breathe from how hot this was. riki was so focused on catching his selfish pleasure.
your body shivers from how deep riki’s voice is, dropping an octave from his usual voice. you feel his hand creep up from your waist to your neck. he cups your next, resting it here. not squeezing or hurting, just claiming.
you nod hysterically.
riki’s lips land to your neck, making out with it like how he made out with your mouth earlier. he kisses, bites, and marks.
looks like you’re wearing a scarf to school tomorrow.
“it’s 5/20 times 4/19 and that should gave you 1/19.” you answer a little too quickly.
“ahhh..” junho says. “is that so? then what about the chance she wins?”
you bite your lip to suppress your moans when riki suddenly slams his cock into your pussy. both of you having your jaw open in silence. riki chuckles lightly when he feels your tight walls swallowing him.
“feel so good.” riki whispers. he slowly rocks you in and out, painfully slow for your liking like torture. your eyes tighten, you’re starting to see stars and riki’s name in the darkness.
“answer.” he reminded you.
“1 minus 1/19.” you replied back.
you slip out a moan when riki’s pace became faster, needier. “s-shit.” he mutters, rolling his hips into you that sends in spirals. your back arch and you roll back your eyes. riki smiles, “feels good right?” he asks, taking your breathy sighs as a yes.
“hey everything alright y/n?” junho asked, sounding worried.
the mhm hmm sounded more like a “mmph hmmm” straight from a porn video.
“y-yeah i’m okay! don’t worry!” you try to sound joyful and normal as possible as riki’s hips snap into yours. he was becoming faster like he’s chasing adrenaline.
riki’s hand on your neck tightened slightly as you take in the image of riki’s ecstatic expression. his adam’s apple was right in your view, his mouth lets out small puffs of air, eyes shut as his hands onto your waist tighten.
“are you sure y/n you sound a little—”
“goddamit yes!” you aggressively yell as you shut off the phone and toss it somewhere in your bedroom.
your muffled moans from your hands suddenly became the loudest noise in the room.
“fucking finally. what a loser.” riki grunts, chuckling a little bit from your action that definitely made him mentally say that’s my girl. “waiting for you hang up with that freak.” he throws you a prideful smile.
you give him a lazy smile. “i said be n-nice.”
riki rolls his eyes. “as if you didn’t curse him out.” he then squinted his gaze on you, a grin growing. “you cursed him out for the first time. that’s my girl.” he caresses your cheek as you grow a shy smile.
riki sighs, repositioning himself as you also fix yourself. he started to thrust into you as your smile died down.
“what an asshole for trying to take what’s mine.” riki’s jaw tightened, snapping your hips into his in a fast, sharp move that leaves you breathless. “fucking doesn’t know statistics. what a dumbass.” you giggle at his comment. riki’s lips twitched upward upon hearing your giggle.
riki sees your breasts aggressively move up and down along too which makes him go faster and thrust you like there’s no tomorrow. your bed squeaks from how fast riki is thrusting you in and out and your toes start curling. “so pretty..” he says.
“riki baby i’m close.” you whimpered, pulling him close to your chest with your nails scratching him all over his back. he licks his lips from the pleasure of your nails claiming him.
his dick feels your walls clench, indicating you’re reaching. riki goes down on your boob and started sucking it like a pacifier.
“i wanna cream all over your pretty dick pleasepleaseplease.” you begged, wrapping your wraps around his waist as riki dynamically pump you in and out. the sloppy sounds become louder.
“cum all over my dick like a pretty girl.” he murmurs against your chest, looking up at you to take in your appearance. he gets a sense of pride knowing you look absolutely gorgeous because of him.
you finally came. your back arches against the bed. riki continues to get his orgasm, his movement becomes messy and he trembles later when he finally reaches, shooting his sperm right inside of your pussy. his dick twitches inside your body.
“ughhh fuckkk…” riki groans, catching his breath. you glance at him. his abs clench and you see his muscles flexing from his post-orgasm. you hold his wrists that were currently holding you still, rubbing softly to let him relax.
you thought you’re done.
you’re being flipped on your back, from riki’s tremendous strength. you’re still catching your breath as you cream out of your hole. riki groans at the sight, sucking it to clean you off.
“too much…wait.” you whisper, trying to push back. “mhmph no.” riki mumbles into your red, aching pussy. he grabs your ass back to your face to eat it off. it made be more excited, how filthy he is with you, before and after sex.
riki licks you softly, tasting every bit of you and his. it wasn’t harsh that it hurts you, but he gives kitty licks to wipe you up.
“i know baby but i’m not done with you yet.” riki pouts.
riki lets you breathe after some time. “one more baby?” he asks as he grabs your ass cheek, massaging it.
“mhmm..” you said, positioning yourself with your hips up to the air.
riki jerks his cock, lip biting at the sight of you raising your hips to him. he automatically gets hard. he sees you sway your hips side to side for him, and wetness oozing out already.
“excited to be fucked like this?” riki mumbles, hinting a little bit of teasing. he grabs apart your asscheeks, seeing how red and puffy your clit is. he inspects how to fill you up again real good.
“you always fuck me amazing.” you mumble into the sheets. “your cock always fill me up so good.” you hiccup.
“you’re so hot.” riki’s licks his lips, positioning himself to line himself into your hole once again.
“deadass y/n, every time i see you at school, i always think of pulling you aside and fucking you hard. how your face would make when i hit your pretty cunt, your cute sounds when i touch you, how tight you are-” he speeches and your heart flutters at his words. it makes you wet and riki sees it.
“the wet noises when i finger you, fuck, i’m so lucky.” riki leans down towards the side of your face, removing a piece of a sticky hair strand from your face to see you clearly. he looks at you with dark eyes, with lust, with possessiveness. he examines your red face.
“do you also think about me too?” he asks, his hands rubbing and soothing your ass. you let out an airy “yes. i want you too..” you spoke. riki smiles, pecking your cheek as he was satisfied with the answer. “so cute.”
riki goes back to his position, pushing you down to arch your back more. you obeyed. riki loves to see your back view, your ass in front of him, and see your face pressed into the sheets looking at him.
before he dives his dick into you once again, riki gives you a slap in one of you asscheeks. you moan into the bed sheets.
“such a nasty slut. getting slapped dumb.” he lifts up another hand and slap the other cheek, making you squirmy. riki lets out a dry laugh, rubbing your cheeks together with his heads to soothe the pain.
you smile, eyes closed from tiredness. “yeah for you..”
riki’s grin grew wider. “just for me..” he mumbles, admiring your body. he gropes and squeezes it, enjoying the soft flesh that you offer to him.
“this pussy was made for this cock.” riki spoke, slowly inching his head cock into your hole until he’s fully nestled.
you both groan in satisfaction. “how did you get tighter?” riki asks in pure astonishment. he feels you clenching once again which sends him into nasa, rolling his eyes.
“please move.” you beg. riki’s hands stay on your hips to hold you steady. “mhm cock your cock so bad.” you move your hips. riki’s hands grip your hips tighter.
riki slowly moves in and out, making you gasp loudly. “mhm fuck riki argh-”
“perfect pussy.” riki says as he fucks you from behind. “all mine. fuck that junho guy. kissing your ass when you’re mine.” riki speaks with gritted teeth.
he looks down and sees every your face: the way your lips part and you bite them with every bit of energy you have that it would bleed from every second, your eyebrows twisted from unbearable pleasure, the sounds of his body colliding with yours makes him thrust faster. he’s studying you. he knows your body. your strength and weaknesses. what makes you wet and squirmy. what makes you pull that type of expression, ugh his muscles expands over your tiny body.
your heart flutters from the possessiveness from his words.
“say i’m yours.” riki speaks.
you scream, “im yours!” when riki strongly thrusts his dick into your gspot. “i-im yours holy fuck…” you whined.
riki grabs a bunch from your hair and rocks his hips into you like a madman. you cry in the pillows. you grip your bedsheets until your knuckles turn white.
you’re being pulled up, your boyfriend’s being, slender fingers wrapped around your neck and your back being pressed into his chest. your body sweat mixes with his. your toes curl when he thrusts his gigantic cock into your cunt deeper, like he owns you.
“the next time i fucking see that asshole, i’m gonna fuck you in front of him.” he says against your ears.
you moan at the thought. that would be so hot, maybe he would finally leave me alone
“did you get wetter?” you can only whimper. “fuck does that idea excite you? what a slut you are.” riki nibbles in your ear while you were being pounded by your boyfriend. he feels your wetness oozing out.
“but you’re my p-perfect slut.” he grabs your jaw to turn to him, feeling your warm against his lips. he opens his mouth and kisses you with such deep passionate. you grab his hair, pulling you closer to him.
“faster baby.” you let go to whisper. riki listens and go faster. your moans became louder.
“you’re gonna tell that junho guy to fuck off?” you’re giggling that he’s still mad about junho earlier when he’s completely out of your mind.
“will you?” he snaps his hip a little harder, making you moan louder.
“y-yes. sounds good, r-riki-” you bite your lip. riki rolls his hips into yours, growing impatient to just fuck you dumb. he will one day.
“just like that oh my god.” you breathe loudly afterwards. “cock feels so good.” you bite your lip.
“such a good girl for me fuck…” you catch riki’s warm breath to your lips. moaning together as you’re finally reaching your high.
“i’m your only girl good.”
riki pants, smiling. “fuck yeah baby. i’m yours and you’re mine. everything about you is mine. i’ll make that little fucker know. and everyone else in school.”
“pump all of your cum into me until we go to school. i’ll show it off.” riki lets out a lowly chuckle when you said that, making him being turned on from the idea even though you’re not the type of person. that’s what makes you hot. the sweetest and cutest person riki knows is a hidden filthy slut in bed.
“come with me princess…wanna c-cum together..” riki says against your neck, peppering messy kisses when he feels you getting tighter and tighter each second when he hits your gspot.
“r-riki!”
you let out a high pitch scream as riki lets out a long groaning sound into your ear. you’re panting frantically. riki pulls out gently, careful to not hurt you. when riki sees you’re not in no sign of distress, he lets slowly puts you down on your bed on your back.
he removes some hair strands from your face so he can look at you clearly and admire your after sex self. face flushed, sweaty, your pussy filled with his cum, catching your breath, jesus fuck you look like heaven and riki feels like he became president.
riki comes back from the bathroom after you were closing your eyes, catching up rest. you slightly jump when a warm cloth cleans you up. your pussy, your thighs, your legs, anywhere that had cum landed on you.
you smile at riki at his thoughtful action especially when he looks cute and focused like he wasn’t busy railing you out a while ago.
after cleaning up and wearing riki’s baggy clothes to bed, your tired bodies joined together as one to go to school. riki speaks up before you fall asleep with his arms wrapping around your waist and your head pressing on his warm, buff chest.
“so can i make out with you every time we see him?”
