hiiii happy new year!! I've been lurking on ur blog for quite some time, but it's my first time sending an ask heree ^^
ur work is amazing and i just can't stop thinking about losing ur virginities together with twin! niki >~<
maybe it's the night of ur shared birthday, and it just started with a small kiss, something kind of normal by now, and it escalated into much more 😵💫
(his new hair is doing things to me 😭)
pairing: twin brother! nishimura riki x fem! reader
warnings: dead dove do not eat, incest, riki & reader literally just turned 18, pussy eating, deepthroat, cum eating, unprotected vaginal sex, loss of virginity, creampie, riki & reader's parents are home when they do it (oops)
💭 sorry this is 3 months late😓 i've been thinking about this at least once a day since i received this request just because omg. what a hot thought🤤 enjoy rikicest truthers !!
it was the night of your birthday.
the festivities had long died down—after all your parent's friends sang ‘happy birthday’, and showered you with presents and praise, and ate and drank, the house slowly emptied one by one, your parents having bid you one final birthday wish before padding off to bed.
you lay together on your bed, arms folded over your stomach yet still pressing against his—riki. your twin brother.
you sit in comfortable silence on the bed, his head leaning gently against yours, his chest rising and falling slowly with each breath. you'd been like this since you were born—always attached in one way or another.
“we're 18 now,” his voice comes out as a soft murmur, filling the quiet room like a gentle hug.
“yeah,” you whisper. your eyes trace the lines of the ceiling—some random pattern meant to illustrate palm trees or flowers or something similar, you'd guessed. “it doesn't feel like i thought it would.”
riki takes a deep breath in, causing his arms to bump against yours. “i know what you mean.”
you think about all the experiences you hadn't gotten to have yet; getting a tattoo, going abroad, having your first kiss, your first boyfriend.
“is there anything you want to do? now that we're adults?” his voice pulls you from your thoughts, the same low, deep baritone that began emerging as a teen.
you think about it for a moment, taking a slow, deep breath.
“i want to have my first kiss.”
his eyes instantly snap toward yours, his head twisting at the neck. “like… with a guy?”
an amused huff escaped you, the fond roll of your eyes making his brows falter. “no, with a horse. yes, with a guy.”
he huffs. “i’d tell you it's overrated, but i haven't exactly kissed anyone either.”
your eyebrows raise, your eyes widening with surprise as you turn to look at him. “you haven't?”
“no,” he answers, smiling fondly as he nudges your arm with his shoulder. “i would've told you, dummy.”
“yeah. i guess you would've,” you smile. it's true—riki always told you everything, to the point even your mother marveled at how open and honest you were with each other. you never had to guess how he was feeling or what he was thinking; he gave himself to you like an open book. truly, you thought, he's the best brother you could've asked for.
“do you… want me to kiss you?”
your train of thought instantly derails, your head snapping over so fast you're sure it'll be sore later. “what?” your voice comes out louder than you intended, which is evident enough in the panicked look in riki's eyes.
“shh! i just thought— i mean, we trust each other and…” he trails, desperately trying (and failing) to explain himself. you stare at him, watching as he frantically babbles, and for the first time, you see him not as your brother, but as a boy—cheeks tinted a soft scarlet, eyes wide and shining, trying so hard to keep you comfortable, to keep you close.
“yes,” you whisper, your words not only surprising him, but yourself too.
“you… you do?” he asks, eyebrows raised high enough to kiss the roof.
you shrug, trying to hide your rapidly growing blush behind a fresh coat of nonchalance and subtlety. “i mean, you're right, we trust each other. and like… it's just skin, right? it's not like we're doing anything.”
he swallows, hard enough for you to watch his throat bob, his sculpted adam's apple twitching against his throat. “yeah. right.” he whispers, eyes glancing down to your lips.
his hand reaches out, fingers twitching in hesitation, pausing over your cheek before slowly settling there, taking in foreign sensation of your warm skin against his palm. “is… this okay?” he asks, like he's still not sure he should be here, doing this.
you lean closer, gazing down at his soft, plush lips. you hover just above them, close enough to let him feel each breath against his own.
your first kiss is shy, meek, but oh-so soft and warm, his lips caressing your own. he acts with a boyish hesitation, scared of pressing too hard, of making you uncomfortable, and oh, if it doesn't make your heart flutter—your brother, a gentleman.
what no one ever told you, was that the second kiss is even better. he presses forward harder, more confident, eyes closing as he captures your top lip in his bottom; sucking on it briefly, experimentally. just as he tries to pull away shyly, you gently grip the back of his neck, pulling him back in, closer, deeper.
he lets out a soft groan against your lips, the sound going straight to your head, making everything fuzzy. his hand snakes around you, gripping your waist, pulling you closer as his tongue darts out to prod at your lips.
you let him in with a meek sound, high and soft. it seems to do something to him, a low purr rumbling in his chest as his tongue glides across your own. he begins with a small taste that soon grows into something more, from licking to sucking, claiming, his fingers digging into the skin of your waist.
eventually, you part for air, his breath washing against your mouth in low, deep pants. when his eyes open, they're like nothing you’ve seen before—heavy-lidded, drunk, lustful.
“do you want this to stop?” he asks, voice tight, restrained. your fingers slide higher, threading through the hair on his nape.
that's all he needs to hear before both hands are on your hips, gripping hard, tugging your body onto his. his lips meet yours again in a sloppy, heated kiss before he's pulling away to mouth at your neck, wet and messy in the way you'd expect from someone with no experience, but more than enough desire.
you sigh in bliss, eyes closed, head tossed back to make space for him there. you hook a leg over his hip, and his breath hitches against your neck, one hand sliding down to feel the smooth skin exposed by your shorts, testing, learning, memorizing.
“‘ki,” you whisper, fingers tightening in his hair as you open your eyes, looking down at him. “want my first time to be with you.”
his brain short circuits at that, his lips stilling against your neck as he sucks in a deep breath, pulling away to look up at you. “fuck, are you—are you sure? you need to be sure,” he rasps out.
“i'm sure,” you say—a little too quickly—your hand slipping down to the slope of his neck, fingers cradling his jaw. “i want you.”
despite your words, he doesn't rush to devour you; no, instead, he gazes at you in awe, like you're something precious, fingers trailing down to grip the hem of your top.
“can i?” he whispers. you nod, raising your arms as he slowly peels the fabric from your skin.
his breath hitches as he gazes upon your half-naked torso, eyes wide like he's looking at the inside of a vault. his eyes zero in on your soft breasts, held behind the fabric of your bra.
you smile fondly, gently smoothing your thumb over his jaw. “you like?” you ask softly.
he groans softly, fingers digging into your hips. “why has no one told me my sister was this beautiful?” he murmurs, more to himself, even if you heard it.
“don't you wanna see more, ‘ki?” you tease him, your voice soft and seductive, making him close his eyes as he lets out a low groan.
“god, you know i do,” he rasps, opening his eyes to peer up at you. he sneaks his fingers to your back, gently flicking at the hooks of your bra. “gonna take this off for me, pretty?”
you grin down at him, releasing your sweet grasp on him to reach behind you. with a soft click of the metal hooks, you undo your bra, slowly peeling the straps down your arms, teasing your brother as he watches your soft breasts spill out from the fabric.
“fuck,” he whispers, hips twitching against you as he takes in the sight in front of him. he slowly brings one hand to your breast, gently groping it in his palm, making you gasp softly. “never seen these before.”
“they're yours now,” you whisper, a weak sound tumbling from your lips.
his eyes visibly darken, locked onto where his hand grips your flesh. “these are mine now?” he murmurs, his hand tracing a burning path down your tummy, to the waistband of your shorts. “this whole body is mine?”
you shiver, your body trembling as his hand slips just beneath the waistband, teasing, waiting. you nod.
“yours,” you repeat. that's all he needs to hear before he's pulling your shorts down your legs.
you gasp softly, the cold air conditioning hitting the wet patch on your panties, making your thighs shut.
but oh, no, riki's not having that. he's quick to pry your legs apart, pushing the backs of your thighs against your tummy before he leans down and sniffs.
he practically inhales the scent of your damp cunt, a low groan rumbling in his chest as his eyes roll back and his mouth waters.
you whine softly, fingers tugging at the hem of his shirt. he chuckles, knowing he can't keep his girl waiting, stripping out of the fabric.
his skin is tan, marked with small blemishes, and warm beneath your touch, his abs flexing as you slowly rake your nails down them, making him groan. he looks down at you, something raw, wanting, like he can't take another second without being pressed right up against you.
“gonna let me have a taste?” he murmurs, running his fingers along the elastic band of your panties. your breath hitches in your throat, and before you can think about it, you nod.
as soon as your panties are off, his face is right between your legs, his nose bumping against your clit as he licks a broad stripe right up your wet slit.
you whine, tangling your fingers in his platinum locks as he grins, looking up at you.
“shh. don't want the parents to hear, right?”
he suddenly sinks into your flesh, eyes slipping shut as he sucks your erect clit into the warm heat of his mouth. you gasp, one hand clamping over your own mouth to silence your moans.
he releases your clit only to lap at the source of your wetness, dragging your slick up your folds, nose bumping your clit before he's nudging your entrance with his hot tongue.
you let out a broken whine against your palm, back arching off the bed, hips bucking up onto his face. he chuckles against your cunt, low, amused, and shameless, sinking deeper, drinking you in.
he pulls out for a brief moment, smoothing his tongue along your lips before mumbling against your flesh: “fuck, if i knew pussy tasted like this…”
with an instant, his tongue is back in your cunt, sucking eagerly, eating you like it's the first meal he's had all day. at the same time, his nose repeatedly pushes against your clit, making you writhe against him, the string in your tummy pulling taut, threatening to snap at any moment.
“f-fuck, ‘ki, i feel something,” you gasp, pulling your hand off of your mouth. he doesn't respond, no, instead, he grips your thighs and pulls you further against him, burying his face into your wet cunt, licking faster, sucking harder.
the string finally snaps and your hand flies over your mouth, your eyes rolling back as you arch against the bed like a bow, your fingers tearing into the sheets beneath you.
riki groans as he feels you gush around him, soaking his lips and chin in your slick, painting him, marking him as yours for good.
he slowly pulls off of you, the two of you panting like you've just run a marathon, his fingers gently rubbing your thighs, soothing you post-orgasm.
you breathe in and out, your eyes glancing down to where his bulge strains against his sweats, threatening to escape, wetness pooling at the tip.
without a word, you reach for his sweats. as you go to tug them down, he stops you, his hand grasping your wrist. “h-hey, you don't have to—”
“i want to,” you cut him off, sinking down. he slowly releases you, gazing down, body drawn taut in anticipation, one hand burying itself in your hair as you finally pull his pants and boxers down in one go.
you gasp as his cock springs out—long and thick. the veins are swollen, pulsing along his circumcised length, the skin tight and throbbing. his tip peeks above it; thick and bulbous, like the tip of a mushroom.
the sight makes you drool, and before he can say anything, you grip the base and take it into your mouth, making him groan loudly.
it's his turn to clamp his palm over his mouth, rolling his hips up into the welcoming heat, shuddering as you run the tip of your tongue along his vulnerable slit.
you pump the base with your hand in the way you've seen online, twisting around the swollen flesh as you suck him deeper, cheeks hollowing around his throbbing length.
“b-baby, fuck,” he whines, the sound hushed but broken, thrusting forward into your wet heat.
you let go of his shaft in favor of grasping his hips, encouraging him to thrust deeper, to claim your throat the way you know his body wants to. you sink deeper until your nose presses against his abdomen, going until his cock nudges against the back of your throat.
he gasps, sharp and loud, before you feel his cock throbbing in your mouth, his abs twitching erratically before he's cumming, spilling his hot, wet seed right down the waiting hollow of your throat.
it takes everything in him not to wake up your parents as you swallow around his length, tongue slowly gliding along the flesh as you pull off of him. you gaze up at him, blinking oh-so-sweetly.
“do you have any condoms?”
his breath hitches, his soft cock twitching with renewed interest as he sputters out an answer. “n-no, i've never— i didn't think…”
“it's fine,” you say, poorly contained desire emanating from your body, “we're both virgins, right? we're safe. we could just… do it raw.”
riki audibly groans at that, head falling back. “are you trying to kill me?”
you giggle softly, like you didn't just suck the soul out of him, like you don't look absolutely sinful as you turn onto your back, inviting him closer.
“are you sure about this?” he asks gently, slowly crawling his way on top of you, hands and knees settling on the bed, around your soft form.
you pause, taking a deep breath. “i’m a little scared, but… i want it to be you, ‘ki,” you whisper.
he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “me too,” he whispers, “scared of doing this wrong, of messing things up, but… it has to be you,” he says softly. you smile, cupping his cheek.
he lines up his tip to your entrance, and with a deep breath from both of you, he pushes in, sinking the first couple of inches into your untouched hole.
you let out a broken whine, your hands flying to his back, hooking onto him as he pushes his way inside. he chokes out a shocked, shuddering moan, his forehead falling to your shoulder. “o-oh, god, fuck, jesus, you're s-so tight, oh shit,” he rambles, accidentally thrusting forward, sending the rest of his length deep into your cunt, stretching you suddenly.
you gasp loudly, fingers digging into the skin of his back, arching against him as he curses, stumbling out his apologies.
“f-fuck, i'm sorry, are you okay? i-i didn't mean to—” he rambles, choking on his breath mid-sentence as he feels you clench around him.
“s-so full,” you whine softly, your cunt leaking out around him, making the stretch easier, making him moan into your neck.
“is this too much? do i need to stop?” he asks, his breath shaky and shallow.
“no,” you gasp out, pulling him closer, keeping him in place, “don't you dare.”
“fuck,” he whispers, and with an unsteady breath, he starts to move, slowly gliding in and out of your cunt, shaking as he feels your walls gripping him, trapping him inside you.
one of his hands moves to your head, pulling your hair away from your face, holding you against him as he pants against your skin. his cock drags against your inner walls, every ridge and vein pulsing against you, stretching you beyond anything you've ever experienced.
as he feels you begin to relax beneath him, he pushes in deeper, and the sudden rush of pleasure that floods you is unexplainable, your eyes shooting open as his tip rubs up against something new inside you, making you see stars.
“f-fuck, right there!” you whine, making riki gasp as you clench around his length. he readjusts before delivering a deep thrust right against that spot, making you cry out.
the two of you are too far gone to worry about the noise, about your parents, about the world discovering the love found between you both. it only takes a few more passes of his cock before you're seizing again, clamping down around him in a delicious way that makes him twitch as you soak his flesh.
with a wet gasp against your skin, he's done for too, hips twitching erratically before he's shooting rope after rope of hot, sticky semen right into your fertile womb.
the two of you pant in and out, a rush of pleasure and satisfaction filling your bones and your heart, pulling your brother closer against you.
“i love you, ‘ki,” you whisper, your fingers threading through his strands, “only you.”
he nuzzles into your neck, pressing a soft kiss to the underside of your jaw. “i love you too, pretty. only ever you.”
