Contains:18+. lol, cuss words ig, idk what else ill add soo be aware of anything (im new as you all can tell))
( I TAKE IDEAS AND FEEDBACK MY LOVESSS))
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baby? (sent) 1:20 am
hello? (sent) 1:24 am
dude im getting mad now (sent) 1:30
okay, im not waiting for your ass (sent) 1:32 days
you’re screwing someone? (sent) 1:47
Nishimura fucking riki , im going fuck to bed. (sent) 2:00
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as you put your phone down on a nightstand, angry, annoyed, what is he up to? did that yesterday’s “argument” really did something? but usually you two are fucking after an hour of arguing, wtf?
you dozed off almost as you suddenly hear knocking
you knew it. its either him, or someone begging for emergency.
you slowly, walked towards the door, first stopping at mirror to tug up shorts and make one string of your shirt fall down so he’ll see “what he’s missing for being away”
opened door and saw him, messy, drunk, looks up at you and smirks. you glare at him
“princess “ (N)
“fuck off and go back from wherever the hell you came from” (Y)
“come on, baby you know-“ (N)
“its 3 am riki.” (Y)
“riki? seriously? mad over what, baby?? i just had a lot of drink and i was so desperate to come here as soon as possible” (N)
“doesnt look like it.” (Y)
he looks down at your exposed chest, then down at your shorts, face unreadable
you know how much he wants you, but he’s going to beg a lot for it.
“baby…” (N)
“ye?” (Y)
“wearing my favorite slutty shorts hm?” (N)
still drunk and, little dizzy
“im wearing any guy’s favorite pair” (Y)
“you are getting on my nerves baby” (N)
as he said that , he walked in, i mean stumbled in and pulled you closer, you let him
snuggled into your neck , sniffing and kissing your neck
“fuck i missed you” (N)
“did you?” (Y) you smirked to yourself
“prove it.” (Y)
Ni-ki looks at you and suddenly says
“i want to eat you out like ive never before” (N)
you got stunned, how fast he said that, eat you out? oh gosh yes! but you cant let that happen so fast he has to beg. you arent that desperate nor slutty are you? well well y/n.
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in bed room , his sitting on bed aa you stand in front of him, face still annoyed.
he looks up at you
“sit.” (N)
“No.” (Y)
“y/n i wasnt asking.” (N)
“beg for me to sit then” (Y)
“thats fucking insane baby-“ (N)
“beg.” you said and sat on his lap teasingly
as he tries to grab your waist you yank his hand off
“please-“ (N)
“please what?” (Y)
“let me fuck you with my tongue” he says, now sounding more desperate
you wanted him to beg more
you wanted it
but you are as much desperate as him
no, thats called being a slut
no shame just reality;)
“beg more…” (Y)
“sit on my face and let me feel every fucking weight of you, your every juice on my tongue fuck y/n just sit on me and stop making me beg for this shit-“ (N)
you yanked him down on bed
“good boy… so desperate huh?” (Y)
you can feel his cock getting harder and harder, twitching under your shorts,
you feel his tip exactly on your cunt
biting your lower lip, you grind once on his cock
he groans and pulls you up , now seriously angry about all that begging he had to do
you are stunned about how strong he is
even tho you knew it
yanked you on bed
his hands pulling your shorts down, along with your slutty thong , harshly
pulling your shirt up too
making you fully naked
“you wanted to be the dominant baby? ill let you be that just ask nicely “ N) says to himself as he lays on his back and looks at you smirking
you dont waste a second
you feel that wet pussy dripping so you dont let that juice waste either and sit your ass down on his sexy face
making him groan
he grabs your hips making you ride his tongue as his nose touches your cunt
as much as you tried you couldn’t keep quiet.
so dear y/n , dont try to be dominant with someone who is born to be one;))
summary: after a long day of hanging out with friends, you come home to find riki waiting for you. what started out as a fun night turned into him leaving you breathless.
note: this is my first ever fanfic , so it might be a little bad! lmk if y’all want a part 2!!
➜ wc: 2k
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 (maybe)
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scene: hanging out with your friends.
“Wait, no, you cannot seriously be telling me you like the pink one better.” Koria stared at me like I had just committed a crime.
“I’m telling you, the blue one is objectively better” I said, holding up the two products between us. “You’re just too stubborn to admit it.”
Wonhee immediately started laughing from beside us. “You two have been arguing about this for, like, twenty minutes.”
“Because she’s wrong,” Koria said without hesitation.
I rolled my eyes, grabbing my bag from the chair. “Whatever. Keep buying the ugly one, then.”
The three of us burst out laughing as we started cleaning up Wonhee’s room. Her bed was covered in clothes, skincare products, and random things none of us remembered putting there. We spent the next hour talking about everything from our situationships and relationships to planning out our next hangout, occasionally getting distracted and completely forgetting what we were supposed to be doing.
By the time we finally left, it was already getting late. We walked toward the elevator together, still joking around and talking about what we should do next weekend.
“Okay, but seriously,” Koria said as the elevator doors opened, “next time we’re actually going somewhere instead of sitting in Wonhee’s room for five hours.”
“deal!” I laughed softly.
After saying our goodbyes, I headed home, tired but still smiling from the afternoon. The conversation replayed in my head as I made my way back to the apartment, already looking forward to getting comfortable and relaxing for the rest of the night.
scene: finally getting home.
I unlocked the door with a tired click and stepped into the quiet warmth of the apartment, the scent of vanilla and coffee.
The living room was bathed in the amber glow of a floor lamp. Riki was sprawled across the couch, man-spreading with a level of comfort that only comes from owning the space entirely. He was focused on his phone, his thumb scrolling rhythmically. The light from the screen caught the sharp line of his jaw and the pale, blonde strands of his hair that always seemed to fall perfectly over his forehead. He looked relaxed, almost sculptural, and for a second, I just stood there in the entryway, forgetting to take off my shoes, thinking about how unfair it was that he looked that good just sitting still.
He didn't look up immediately, but he knew I was there. He always knew.
"You're late.."
he murmured, his voice a low vibration that seemed to travel through the floorboards.
He tossed the phone onto the cushion, the device bouncing once before settling. In one fluid, riki was on his feet and crossing the distance between us. He didn't stop until he was flush against me, his chest a solid wall of heat. He slid his arms around my waist, pulling me in with a suddenness that knocked the breath out of me, and buried his face in the crook of my neck. The first kiss on my neck was slow and wet, a lingering press of his plump lips against my skin that sent a sharp jolt of electricity straight down my spine.
"mm... hi, pretty girl"
he murmured. His voice had dropped into that husky, subterranean register that always made my knees feel like they were made of water.
"hii ki, did you miss mee?"
i tried sounding normal, but my voice sounding small and breathless even to my own ears. I leaned back into him, my head tilting instinctively to give him more room. The friction of his muscular frame against mine was intoxicating; he felt like a radiator in the middle of winter, grounding and overwhelming all at once. He didn't pull away, instead trailing a line of slow, deliberate kisses up toward my ear, his breath hot against my skin.
He pulled back just an inch, just enough to look at me. His dark eyes were hooded, shimmering with a playful sort of hunger that he only ever showed me. A small, knowing smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. He loved the way my breathing hitched, the way I practically melted into his hold, and he thrived on the subtle tension that had been building between us since the moment I stepped through the door. his hand slithered down below my hip before giving my ass a soft slap, while licking his lips, maintaining eye contact.
"of course.. i always miss my pretty girl when she’s gone.."
he whispered, his thumb tracing the line of my hip bone through my clothes, applying just enough pressure to make me gasp. He didn't let go.. instead, he tightened his grip on my waist, pulling me flush against the hard planes of his chest. The air between us felt thick, charged with a familiarity that had evolved over years of friendship into something far more volatile.
He shifted his weight, guiding me forward until his heels hit the edge of the couch. With a low chuckle, he sat down into the soft cushions and pulled me in his lap. i hovering over him.. while he looked at me like he owned the very air I was breathing. He didn't rush it. riki was a master of the slow burn, his gaze drifting from my eyes down to my lips and back again. He reached up, his fingers grazing my jawline with a tenderness that contradicted the hunger in his eyes.
"Did you miss me, princess?"
I tried to answer, but the words died in my throat as he leaned in, his lips hovering a fraction of an inch above mine. He was teasing me, intentionally leaving that tiny gap of space to make me crave him more. I reached up, my fingers tangling in the soft caramel hair at the nape of his neck and instinctively pulled him closer. The small, needy sound that escaped me only made his smirk widen. He loved it when I stopped pretending to be patient.
"aww” he cooed “beg for it, baby.."
he murmured, his voice a velvet rasp against my lips. He shifted his hand from my waist to my thigh, his palm warm and heavy as he slowly rubbed circles into my skin.
“cmon baby, use your words for me..”
he teased. The sensation was overwhelming... his voice raspy but so deep, a slow heat began forming between my legs. I let out a shaky breath, my eyes fluttering shut. "please, riki.. just kiss me."
riki let out a soft, triumphant purr, the sound vibrating against my lips before he finally closed the distance. It wasn't a tentative kiss.. it was a slow, deep, and messy claim that seemed to swallow the air from the room. His lips were incredibly soft but firm, molding against mine with a hunger that had been simmering all day. He tasted like the sweet tea he’d probably been sipping earlier, and the way he tilted his head to deepen the angle made me feel like I was drowning in the best possible way.
His hand on my thigh didn't stay still.. it migrated upward, his fingers kneading into the soft skin of my hip with a possessive grip that left me breathless. He broke the kiss for a split second, just long enough to whisper
"good girl"
against my mouth, the praise sending a fresh wave of heat through my entire body. He knew exactly how much those two words affected me, and he used them like a weapon, timed perfectly to make me feel completely undone.
As the kiss resumed, it became more urgent, more rhythmic. riki’s other hand drifted from my jaw to the small of my back, arching me up toward him until there wasn't a single millimeter of space left between us as i straddled him. The weight of my body was a comforting pressure to him, pinning him into the couch while my tongue danced with his in a slow, wet, and deliberate cadence. Every time I tried to pull him even closer, he’d let out a low, guttural moan into my mouth, a sound of pure satisfaction that told me he was enjoying this just as much as I was.
He eventually drifted away from my lips, trailing a path of searing kisses down my jawline and back to the sensitive spot just below my ear. He lingered there, his teeth grazing my skin in a way that made my toes curl.
"you're so reactivate.."
he murmured, his voice dripping with a playful sort of arrogance.
"I love how you just fall apart for me."
I shifted my hips, rubbing against him in a way that made his breath hitch, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that felt like it was stripping me bare.
I started to slowly grind back and forth on his lap.. then he caught my hips, pinning them gently but firmly against his lap so i stopped moving. He wasn't using much force but it was enough to make me not able to move. He looked up at me, his dark eyes shimmering with a mixture of affection and mischief. The way he looked at me.. like I was the only thing in the world that mattered, always made my chest tighten.
"what do you think you’re doing.. hm?"
i didn’t respond.. i was to caught up in to my desires, so i was slightly embarrassed.
riki noticed my embarrassment, of course he did.. he notices everything.
his lips curling into that signature smirk. He released my wrists only to slide his hand down my side, his palm grazing my ribs before landing heavily on my thigh again. He didn't move his hand away.. instead, he began to rub slow, deliberate circles into my skin, his thumb pressing deep into the muscle. The warmth of his touch was dizzying, and I could feel my body betraying me, arching instinctively toward him.
He leaned in, his nose brushing against mine, his breath warm and steady.
"you're so needy, angel.."
he teased, his voice dropping an octave.
"Is that all it takes? just a few kisses and a little bit of praise to make you this desperate f’me?"
He chuckled, a low sound that vibrated through my entire frame, and for a second, he just watched me, savoring the way my pupils dilated and my breathing became erratic. He loved the power he had over me, and more importantly, he loved that I let him have it.
The friction and heat of the moment eventually slowed into a heavy, satisfied silence, the kind where the only sound in the room was the synchronized thumping of two hearts trying to find their original rhythm. riki didn’t pull away immediately.. he stayed under me for a long while, his forehead resting against my shoulder, his breathing still a bit ragged. He gave me one last, lingering peck on the tip of my nose.. a sudden shift from the intensity of moments ago to something purely sweet, before he finally rolled off me with a contented sigh. He stretched his arms wide, his muscles rippling under his skin as he let out a long yawn that sounded almost like a purr.
"I think we should watch a movie.. yea?”
he murmured, his voice still thick and husky. He reached over and grabbed the remote from the coffee table, though he didn't get up, instead he draped me over his lap until I was tucked firmly under his arm, my head resting on his chest. The transition was seamless, moving from the electric tension of desire to the warm, domestic comfort that defined our life together.
"what are we watching?"
I asked, my voice still a little raspy. I shifted, curling my legs up over his lap and nestling deeper into his side.
"Something that doesn't require any brain cells.."
he replied, scrolling through a streaming menu with a lazy flick of his thumb. He paused on a horror movie we had both seen a dozen times, a choice based more on the familiar background noise than the actual plot. As the opening credits rolled, riki shifted his position, sliding his hand back to my thigh, not to tease this time, but just to keep me anchored to him. He began to absentmindedly rub small circles into my skin, a gesture of affection that felt like a silent promise of safety.
The horror movie was less of a cinematic experience and more of a rhythmic backdrop to our shared silence. As the predictable screams filled the room, riki’s hand continued its slow, hypnotic journey across my thigh, his touch grounding me in a way that felt like home. We didn't really talk about the plot.. instead, we drifted into that comfortable, quiet space where words weren't necessary. Every few minutes, he would lean down and press a soft, lingering kiss to the top of my head, his lips grazing my hair with a tenderness that felt even more intimate than the passion from before.
As the credits began to roll, the amber light of the living room seemed to soften, pulling us deeper into the lull of the late hour. riki shifted, pulling me closer until I was practically on his lap again, my face tucked into the crook of his neck. He let out a long, satisfied sigh, his chest rising and falling in a steady pace. He began to murmur something about how tired he was, but he didn't let go. He just held me, his fingers tracing the line of my shoulder with a lightness that felt like a caress.
"cmon.. let's get you to bed, angel."
he whispered, his voice now a gentle hum rather than a husky rasp. He stood up with a fluid motion, lifting me slightly as he shifted his weight, refusing to let me walk on my own. He guided me toward the bedroom, his arm anchored firmly around my waist as my legs wrapped around his waist. There was no teasing now, no demand for begging or praise.. just a quiet, overwhelming warmth that settled in my stomach. He treated me like something fragile and precious, a stark contrast to the possessive hunger he'd shown on the couch.
Once we reached the bedroom, the cool air of the room hit us, but riki quickly pulled the blanket back, ushering me into the sanctuary of the sheets. He climbed in beside me, the mattress dipping under his muscular frame. He didn't just lie down.. he pulled me back into his orbit, wrapping his arms and legs around me in a protective cocoon, his chin resting atop my head. I could feel the steady thrum of his heart against my back, a rhythmic reminder of the years we'd spent growing up together.
He pressed a final, slow kiss to the nape of my neck.. not one of passion, but one of pure, unadulterated affection.
"goodnight pretty girl.."
he breathed, his voice barely a whisper.
"sleep well.. and make sure to dream of me."
he let out a soft chuckle.. i felt a small, contented smile pull at my lips as I relaxed completely into him. The tension of the day and the electricity of the evening faded into a peaceful haze, replaced by the scent of his skin and the comforting weight of his embrace.
As the silence of the apartment settled around us, I felt the same sense of security I’d felt since high school, only now it was layered with something deeper, something that felt like a promise. riki tightened his hold for a brief moment, a silent acknowledgement that he wasn't going anywhere, before his breathing slowed into the heavy rhythm of sleep. Wrapped in his warmth, I closed my eyes, drifting off to the sound of my best friend's heartbeat, knowing that tomorrow would start exactly the same way.
will he ever confess and end this flirty friendship ..?
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,
wc: 1,7k
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.
@sacrificemura please do not copy, steal, repost, translate, or claim my work as your own.
você é a filha de um pastor, criada para ser pura e seguir os ensinamentos religiosos. riki é seu vizinho, que desperta em você desejos proibidos. Assim, aos poucos, você acaba caindo em tentação
warnings + tags : 18+ conteúdo explícito ‧ temas religiosos ‧ sacrilegio ‧ relacionamento secreto ‧ corrupção da pureza ‧ risco de serem pegos ‧ sexo sem proteção ‧ creampie ‧ fingering ‧ brincadeira com mamilos ‧ degradação leve ‧ “boa garota” ‧ "amor" ‧ "anjo"
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𐔌🐰 ͡꒱ oi amores! essa é minha primeira vez postando aqui, então tô um pouco nervosa
“Vigiai e orai, para que não entreis em tentação; na verdade, o espírito está pronto, mas a carne é fraca.” Mateus 26:41
Nunca em seus 20 anos na terra, Riki imaginou que estaria transando com você, a sagrada filha de um pastor que há alguns meses havia se mudado com a família para a casa vizinha à dele. Seu pai era uma farsa, um charlatão que tirava proveito dos fiéis através da religião. Já você era tudo aquilo que seu pai te moldou para ser: uma garota pura, santa, inocente, sem consciência do mundo real e que seguia cada palavra da Bíblia à risca — embora algumas coisas tenham mudado depois de conhecer Riki.
E lá estava ele, entrando pela sua janela enquanto você está ajoelhada ao lado da cama fazendo suas orações como uma boa garota devota a Deus. Não demora muito para você estar com o pau dele na boca, engasgando-se com o quão fundo ele está, tentando não fazer barulho, já que seu pai não poderia em hipótese alguma escutar os sons sujos vindo do quarto.
Riki é um cético, ele nem mesmo acredita na existência de um Deus e, mesmo assim, frequenta os cultos de domingo fazendo o papel de um jovem arrependido dos pecados — sentando-se na primeira fileira só para te ver cantar junto do coral. Ele ama saber que mais tarde você vai usar sua voz para gritar o nome dele enquanto ele te fode até ambos virarem uma bagunça.
Você sabe que é errado, que deveria se manter pura, praticando a continência — controlando os desejos sexuais e a concupiscência da carne, que, por sua vez, é fraca. A virtude moral e religiosa da castidade orienta os fiéis a viverem em abstenção até o matrimônio, porque o sexo é um presente de Deus para ser vivido unicamente dentro do casamento. Mas Riki era como o fruto proibido, aquele que Deus disse para não comer e não tocar, e assim como Eva você caiu na tentação e provou do profano — então seus olhos foram abertos.
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Na ponta dos pés para não fazer barulho, você inspeciona todos os cômodos da casa — sala de estar, cozinha, banheiro e, o mais importante, o quarto dos seus pais. Sua mãe está lá dormindo, mas não há nenhum sinal de seu pai. É o primeiro domingo do mês, dia escolhido para o recolhimento do dízimo, que é tão generoso que o religioso sempre sai para gastá-lo com o profano. Provavelmente é isso que ele está fazendo agora.
De volta para o seu quarto, você caminha direto para a janela já aberta e, do outro lado, está Riki esperando que você finalmente o deixe entrar. “Meu pai saiu, mas minha mãe está no quarto dormindo, então—”
Ele te corta no meio da frase, murmurando enquanto sobe pela janela com facilidade, já que é algo que ele vem fazendo há semanas. “Precisamos fazer silêncio, eu sei, amor.”
Uma vez dentro do quarto, ele fecha a janela cuidadosamente e vira em sua direção com aquele sorrisinho que não falha em fazer seu coração acelerar. “Senti sua falta…” ele diz, se aproximando, agarrando seu quadril com ambas as mãos para te puxar para perto até que seus corpos estejam colados.
Ficando na ponta dos pés por causa da diferença de altura, seus braços rapidamente se enrolam em volta do pescoço dele e você não consegue evitar sorrir largamente sempre que ele diz que sentiu sua falta. “Eu também senti sua falta, Riki.” Então você suspira antes de admitir, “Fiquei chateada quando notei que você não estava no culto hoje.”
“É mesmo?” ele pergunta, levantando uma sobrancelha, e uma das mãos em seu quadril sobe para a sua mandíbula, o dedão acariciando sua maçã do rosto. “Seu pai vai achar suspeito se eu estiver lá todo santo domingo, amor. Vou estar lá próxima semana, ok? Eu prometo.”
Ele está certo — seu pai provavelmente acharia estranho se o vizinho que está sempre fumando na calçada e que nem mesmo leva uma Bíblia para os cultos de repente passasse a frequentar a igreja toda semana devotamente.
Você acena com a cabeça antes de agarrar a mão dele que está em sua mandíbula, entrelaçando seus dedos aos dele e então o puxando em direção à cama. Riki solta uma risadinha porque mal consegue acreditar que a garota que antes gaguejava ao falar com ele agora era corajosa o suficiente para puxá-lo para a cama dela.
Sentando-se na cama, você espera que ele faça o mesmo e se sente ao seu lado, mas ele não faz — de pé entre suas pernas, ele usa o dedão e o indicador para segurar seu queixo e levantar seu rosto. Você inclina a cabeça levemente em confusão e diz, dando tapinhas no colchão ao seu lado. “O quê? Se senta pra gente conversar.”
Riki permanece em silêncio, o toque deslizando para baixo, do seu queixo para o pescoço, onde ele pressiona aquele ponto pulsante até a corrente com o pingente de cruz que você sempre usa. “Conversar? Pra que perder tempo conversando quando nós dois sabemos que você já está molhadinha pra mim, hein?”
O calor se espalha instantaneamente por todo o seu corpo, fazendo você corar. Você abre a boca, mas nenhuma palavra sai porque é verdade — você está encharcada desde que o culto havia começado naquela noite, imaginando Riki lá na primeira fileira só para te ver. O fato de ele não ter ido não aliviou em nada a necessidade entre suas pernas.
Ele solta uma risadinha orgulhosa por ter te deixado sem palavras e finalmente se senta ao seu lado. “Ainda quer conversar?” ele pergunta, mas não te dá chance de responder. Colocando uma mão na sua nuca, ele te puxa para um beijo que começa leve, apenas os lábios dele contra os seus, até que ele prende seu lábio inferior entre os dentes, o puxando, e desliza a língua para dentro da boca, te fazendo gemer.
Você o beija de volta, tentando acompanhar o ritmo dele, mesmo que seja difícil, já que agora a mão dele está deslizando para dentro da sua blusa — palma quente apertando sua cintura, fazendo seu corpo inteiro arrepiar.
A falta de ar faz ele se afastar mais cedo do que gostaria, um fio fino de saliva conecta seus lábios antes de se quebrar, caindo no seu queixo, e Riki rapidamente o limpa com o dedão. “Não esqueça que sua mãe está dormindo, então precisamos fazer silêncio. Você consegue fazer isso pra mim, anjo?”
Rapidamente você acena, ainda atordoada demais pelo beijo para conseguir falar devidamente. O aperto dele em sua cintura fica mais forte, o suficiente para te fazer sentir, mas sem machucar. “Palavras, amor. Use suas palavras como a boa garota que você é.”
Você engole em seco e sussurra, “Sim, eu consigo ficar quieta.” Não há confiança em sua voz porque a verdade é que você não tem certeza se consegue conter quaisquer que sejam os sons que Riki está prestes a arrancar de você.
"Uma garota tão boa...” Antes que você perceba, a mão dele sobe pela sua barriga até alcançar seu seio, apalpando e apertando de leve antes de brincar com o mamilo, puxando o biquinho entre os dedos o suficiente para te fazer choramingar.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Essa é você tentando não fazer barulho?” Ele balança a cabeça em desaprovação com um sorriso divertido nos lábios. “Que tentativa patética, amor.”
Os lábios dele colidem contra os seus novamente em um beijo faminto que engole seus choramingos, que vêm sempre que ele belisca o mamilo sensível. Devagar, Riki te guia para trás, te deitando nos lençóis macios, a boca descendo para seu maxilar, pescoço e clavícula, deixando beijos leves na pele macia, já que não podia deixar marcas.
Beliscando o mamilo uma última vez só para te ver arfar, ele se afasta, pairando sobre você, analisando seu estado — respiração pesada, bochechas coradas, lábios inchados — e ele mal havia começado o que estava planejando fazer com você.
“Riki, a porta… eu esqueci de trancar.” Você tenta se levantar, se impulsionando para a frente, mas ele não te deixa e te deita novamente no colchão.
“Não precisamos trancar a porta, já que você vai ficar quieta, né? Não vai fazer nenhum barulhinho patético que acorde sua mãe ou chame a atenção de seu pai caso ele chegue.”
“Mas—” As palavras morrem em sua boca porque, antes que consiga terminar, ele já está tirando sua saia — saia essa que alcança seus joelhos, vestimenta obrigatória para as moças da igreja. A peça é descartada no chão do quarto e o olhar de Riki rapidamente se fixa no meio das suas coxas, onde uma mancha úmida pode ser vista no algodão de sua calcinha.
“Porra, você tá molhada pra caralho.” Usando dois dedos, ele provoca sua buceta através da calcinha em círculos lentos, gerando um atrito gostoso contra seu clitóris que te faz empurrar o quadril para frente.
“Jesus.” Você suspira, mordendo o lábio inferior para abafar o que você não consegue segurar.
“Nome errado, amor.” Ele sussurra, dando um tapa de leve contra sua buceta, o sorriso se alargando ao te ver arquear as costas para fora da cama. “Tente de novo.”
“Por favor.” Você implora baixinho, envergonhada, e em resposta ele desliza sua calcinha para baixo, a jogando perto da saia no chão.
“Por favor o quê, anjo?” O dedo do meio desliza entre suas dobras molhadas, fazendo um caminho devagar da entrada até o feixe sensível de nervos que pulsava com carência de estimulação.
Por instinto você tenta fechar as pernas, mas ele não te deixa. Separa suas coxas e pressiona a mão na carne macia da parte interna, te mantendo bem aberta para ele. “O gato comeu sua língua?” ele provoca, empurrando a ponta de dois dedos no seu buraco guloso.
Suas paredes se contraem em volta dos dedos como se estivessem tentando puxá-lo mais fundo, e é exatamente isso que você quer — fundo, com força, acertando aquele ponto perfeito que deixa sua mente turva. “Só me foda logo, por favor. Eu preciso tanto de você, Riki… tanto, tanto que dói.”
Escutar você implorando com aqueles olhos pidões faz o pau dele, já duro, se contrair dentro da calça de moletom. Sem mais provocações, ele enfia o que falta dos dedos para dentro e começa a bombeá-los, os curvando contra sua parede frontal para roçar seu ponto g.
Você quase deixa um gemido escapar, mas logo cobre a boca com a mão — isso ajuda, mas não completamente — gemidos abafados ainda podem ser ouvidos junto dos sons molhados da sua buceta sendo dedilhada.
“Sabe o que me deixa louco? Saber que você deveria ser uma virgemzinha que espera até o casamento pra fuder com um cara que provavelmente não iria fazer metade do que eu faço.” O ritmo dos dedos se torna implacável, alternando entre dedilhar, tesourando e estocando, enquanto o dedão circula seu clitóris aplicando pressão o suficiente para ter você se contorcendo.
De repente ele para, desliza os dedos para fora, o que te faz choramingar com a sensação de vazio, e os leva até sua boca, dando duas batidinhas para te fazer abrir, e você abre, esticando a língua para fora. Riki pragueja baixinho “Puta do caralho.” e enfia os dígitos dentro da sua boca.
Avidamente você circula a língua em volta dos dedos, limpando-os, provando a si mesma, Riki assiste com um sorriso safado, orgulhoso, e usa a outra mão para puxar a calça e a boxer para baixo, libertando o pau duro e latejante que vaza pré gozo pela cabeça rosada.
Ele envolve o comprimento, se masturbando com a visão — você chupando e lambendo como se estivesse com fome e aquele fosse o pau dele.
“Tá com fome do meu pau, amor?” Você acena e Riki retira os dedos com um ‘pop’ molhado, limpando a baba em sua bochecha corada.
Você dobra os joelhos, levando-os até o peito, e ele entende o recado, ajusta a posição e se inclina, roçando sua entrada com a cabeça do pau. Para te provocar, bate o comprimento contra o clitóris, enviando choques de prazer por todo o seu corpo, e em seguida começa a pincelar suas dobras, as dividindo antes de cutucar o nervo sensível e inchado.
Posicionando a cabeça na entrada, ele começa a empurrar centímetro por centímetro em uma lentidão cruel até estar completamente dentro de você, causando uma ardência gostosa onde ele te alarga. “Porra, que buceta gostosa, amor…”
Ele espera você se ajustar ao comprimento, depositando beijos por todo o seu rosto. Só quando você sussurra, dando permissão para ele se mover, é que ele faz — começa a estocar devagar para que você sinta cada saliência e veia pulsando contra suas paredes internas. “Sua bucetinha tá me engolindo tão bem, tão quentinha e apertada pra caralho.”
“Riki… não fala assim.” Você choraminga, se agarrando a ele, deixando marcas de meia lua nas costas por cima da camisa.
“Por que não? Você me aperta igual uma puta sempre que eu falo sujo.” As estocadas ficam mais rápidas, mais profundas, fazendo seu corpo afundar no colchão ao mesmo tempo que é empurrado para cima.
É difícil pensar direito quando ele está com o pau enfiado fundo, metendo em um ritmo que arranca o ar dos pulmões e te faz tremer, e é por isso que você deixa escapar um gemido alto, tão alto que até Riki fica surpreso. “Caralho, você vai acordar sua mãe e isso vai fuder a gente.”
Riki leva uma mão à sua boca, a cobrindo para evitar outro deslize, enquanto a outra esfrega o clitóris hipersensível. Ele te fode de verdade agora, entrando e saindo com força, fazendo a cabeça do pênis cutucar seu colo do útero toda vez que vai bem fundo.
“Ai, meu Deus, eu vou gozar, Riki.” Você geme contra a palma da mão dele, sentindo o prazer se tornar avassalador até que você não aguente mais segurar. Se Contraindo em volta do comprimento, você goza tremendo, com os olhos marejados de prazer.
Ele não para, continua te fudendo até que o ápice o atinge também; ele goza dentro, enchendo sua buceta com jatos quentes de sêmen. Sem se retirar, ele paira sobre você, dando beijos ao longo do seu pescoço e rosto enquanto você recupera o fôlego.
“Riki…” Você sussurra, já se sentindo envergonhada com o que está prestes a dizer.
“Hm?” Ele levanta uma sobrancelha, curioso.
“Não me arrependo de ter caído na tentação. Você é a melhor coisa que já me aconteceu.”
O pau dele se contrai, voltando a ficar duro só de ouvir suas palavras tímidas. “Porra, não fala assim, amor… eu vou te foder de novo e de novo até você esquecer por que isso é errado.”
here's the link to the post with videos ( tap view on Twitter at the bottom of it)
Here's the English translation to a few of the tweets in that link.
Once again this is a reminder to anyone to please report any posts from any site that's someone telling nk to die or that he klled someone. Also I just want to reiterate that it wasn't only Engenes it was non fans as well harassing her not that I'm excusing of saying Engenes didn't. And it's it's not just over some flowers. And he did not call her specifically out . Now people who allegedly care about cyberbullying are doing it towards him.
