44

Riki had been testing your patience since the second your alarm went off, treating your busy, high stress day like his own personal playground.

It wasn't even big things, it was the quiet, deliberate way he completely ignored basic requests just to see your jaw clench. When you asked him to move his stuff so you could actually work, he just gave you a low, lazy “make me” without looking up.

When you were on a deadline, running around trying to get shit done, he was right there in the way, stealing the exact spot you needed to sit, casually changing the speaker volume when you were trying to concentrate, or giving you a blank, amused stare when you specifically asked him to do one simple thing.

To him, it was all a game. To you, with your stress already hitting the ceiling, it was suffocating.

And whenever he was close enough to reach out, it was purely to throw off your focus—a sudden, heavy hand resting on the nape of your neck while you were pacing, or grabbing your wrist just long enough to pull you back against his chest before letting you go with that infuriating, knowing smirk. He knew you were at your limit, and instead of giving you space, he leaned right into the chaos.

You had spent the entire day biting your tongue, swallowing every sharp retort, and fighting a losing battle against the heat and frustration rising under your skin. You were determined not to give him the satisfaction of losing your cool. Because the second you snapped, you knew you’d be playing right into his hands.

He was starving you out, patiently waiting for the exact second your resolve crumbled.

By the time the sun’s gone down and the apartment is quiet, you’re in the bedroom, arms crossed, scrolling on your phone like it’s the most interesting thing in the world. Riki’s stretched out on the bed behind you, shirtless, grey sweats slung low. You can feel his stare burning into your back.

“Baby,” he drawls, voice low and lazy. “You still mad?”

You don’t answer. Your thumb keeps scrolling even though the words on the screen stopped registering minutes ago. He chuckles softly, the sound rumbling through the quiet room.

“Cute. Keep pouting then. See how long that lasts.”

You bite the inside of your cheek hard. You want to give in so bad. God, it’s embarrassing how close you are to snapping. Hours of his little touches—fingers brushing your waist, breath against your neck, that stupid smirk—have left you throbbing. But you refuse to break. Not after the shit he pulled today.

Minutes tick by. The bed creaks. Then his long fingers wrap around your ankle and tug.

“Come here.”

You yank your leg back. “No.”

He moves faster than you expect. One second you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, the next he’s got you flipped onto your back, wrists pinned above your head in one hand. Riki looms over you, his eyes gleaming with that predatory patience he’s been holding all day.

“You’ve been wet for hours, haven’t you?” he murmurs, knee sliding between your thighs to press right against your core. “Fighting so hard not to crawl to me. So fucking stubborn.”

You glare up at him, cheeks burning. “You were being an ass.”

“Yeah?” He grinds his knee slowly, deliberately. “And now you’re soaked through your shorts because I was an ass. Cute.”

You try to twist free. He’s too strong. His body covers yours completely, broad shoulders and long limbs trapping you beneath him. He leans down, lips brushing your ear.

“You held out longer than I thought you would,” he murmurs. “But you’re done now.”

He kisses you hard, tongue pushing in like he owns you. You whimper into his mouth, hips jerking against his thigh despite yourself. When he pulls back, you’re panting.

“On your knees.”

You hesitate, clinging to the last scrap of defiance. His eyes darken. In a flash he flips you onto your stomach, yanks your shorts and panties down your legs, and brings his palm down sharply on your ass. The smack echoes. Heat blooms across your skin.

You yelp.

“I said on your knees.”

This time you obey, sliding off the bed to kneel between his spread legs. He pushes his sweats down just enough, freeing his cock. It’s thick and heavy, flushed dark at the tip and already leaking. Your mouth waters.

He tucks two fingers under your chin, tilting your face up. “You’re gonna suck me nice and slow. Show me how much you missed me while you were ignoring me all day.”

You lean forward and lick a long stripe up the underside before wrapping your lips around the head. Riki groans.

You take him deeper, working your tongue along his length while your hand strokes what you can’t fit. He’s big enough that your jaw aches in the best way after only a few moments, but you keep going—hollowing your cheeks, sucking harder, letting saliva drip down your chin.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he hisses, head tipping back. “Look at you. So mad but still choking on my cock like a good little slut.”

You moan around him, the vibration making his hips twitch. He guides you a little faster, hitting the back of your throat until your eyes water. Just when his thighs start to tense, he pulls you off with a wet pop and wipes the corner of your mouth with his thumb.

“Not yet. Get on the bed.”

He lies back fully and tugs you up the bed until you’re hovering over his face. Your thighs tremble.

“Riki—”

He smacks your ass again, harder. “Sit.”

Your face heats, but the look in his eyes tells you there’s no arguing with him. You lower yourself slowly. The first swipe of his tongue drags a broken moan from your throat. He grips your hips with both hands and pulls you down harder, licking broad and hungry over your folds before focusing on your clit. His tongue circles, flicks, then pushes inside you, relentless. You brace your hands on the headboard, hips rocking as pleasure coils tighter and tighter.

He doesn’t let you ease up. Every time you try to hover he yanks you back down, devouring you until your legs shake violently. You cum hard, crying out as waves crash over you. He keeps licking, drawing out a second, shakier orgasm that leaves you whimpering and oversensitive.

Only then does he lift you off, flipping you onto your back again. His face is shiny with your slick, lips swollen. He looks feral.

“Still mad?” he asks, lining himself up at your entrance.

You shake your head frantically. “No—Riki, please—”

He pushes in with one long, steady thrust. The stretch is intense. You feel every inch as he fills you completely, pressing against places that make your toes curl.

“Fuck, so tight,” he groans, bottoming out.

He starts moving—deep, punishing strokes that make the bed creak. Every thrust punches the air out of your lungs. You claw at his back, legs wrapped around his waist.

When your moans get too loud he flips you onto all fours, one hand fisting in your hair while the other delivers a series of sharp, stinging spanks to your ass. The burn mixes perfectly with the pleasure, making you push back onto him desperately.

“Look at you,” he rasps, slamming in harder. “So fucking needy after pretending to hate me all day.”

He reaches around to rub tight circles on your clit and you shatter again, clenching around his cock. He doesn’t slow down. He fucks you through it, dragging out the high until tears slip down your cheeks and every thrust borders on too much.

“Riki—too much—”

“You can take it.” He grabs your hips, slamming in harder. “You’re gonna take every fucking inch until I fill you up.”

You do—shaking and sobbing as another orgasm rips through you. His pace turns erratic, hips snapping against your reddened ass.

“Tell me you want it,” he demands, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

You nod desperately, clutching at the sheets. “Please—yes, please—”

With a low moan, he buries himself deep and cums. You feel every pulse, every hot spurt as he fills you. When he finally stills, he doesn’t pull out right away. Just stays there, grinding lazily, pushing himself deeper.

You collapse onto the bed, trembling. Riki follows, careful not to crush you, and gently pulls out. The loss makes you whimper.

“Shh, I got you,” he murmurs, his tone instantly softening. He gathers you against his chest, hands stroking down your back, kissing your damp forehead.

“You okay, baby?”

You nod, too exhausted to form actual words. “Mhm.”

He chuckles softly, carefully easing himself away from you and slipping out of bed. You hear the soft hum of the bathroom sink before he returns a moment later with a warm, damp cloth. His touch is gentle now, wiping between your legs, kissing every mark he left on your ass and hips.

“I’m sorry for being an ass today,” he whispers against your hair, his voice quiet and genuine. “I missed you.”

You huff, though you can’t hide the small smile creeping up against his chest as you wrap an arm over his waist. “You’re still an asshole. But I missed you too.”

“And you’re still my brat,” he whispers, kissing the top of your head. “Get some sleep. I’ll make you breakfast tomorrow to make it up to you. Deal?”

Fuck what a blessed sight…

He looked hot, way too hot. You immediately felt that familiar heat on the lower part of your stomach. Your phone was held too tightly in your hand as you kept scrolling through those pictures and videos. Shit you just wanted him to be here with you, holding you close and have his way with you.

The more you looked up, the hornier side of you started to build up…you knew it when your hand slowly reached out for your drawer, trying to find a familiar object you used when he wasn’t around. You instantly pulled out your little vibrator, the knot in your stomach, and the feeling of your cunt throbbing was the only thing you could feel at this moment, and it was getting frustrating. All you needed was a quick release, nothing crazy.

You gently turned it on, and slid down your pants, leaving yourself only wearing your damp panties. You moved the vibrator all along the damp tissue, teasing yourself while thinking about how hot your boyfriend was on stage.

“Fuck—“ you whispered, head tucked back agaisnt the pillow as you finally slid it past your panties, passing it over your clit, rubbing it lightly.

You felt good, warm and needy, all you yearned for was for James to be here instead of that stupid piece of plastic, you could’ve died to have him inside of you, kissing every inch of your body and just like that you applied the right amount of pressure, you gasped out his name without even thinking.

“James…” you let out almost pathetically when it started to felt too good. Your legs started shaking, hips lifting up unconsciously as you fantasized about his hands all over your body.

You were caught up in this moment, that you haven’t even heard the door opening, your eyes were still shut, trying to enjoy the moment as much as you can, when you suddenly felt hands on your legs.

You slowly opened your eyes, he was here… rubbing your thighs gently. James looked at you, your phone on your left hand, the right one holding the vibrator that was still working on your wet cunt.

“Oh baby, look at you” he whispered, looking at you with those soft eyes, his hand still caressing you. You couldn’t bring yourself to be ashamed or look away, it felt so natural that even your phone dropped off from your hand, your gaze staying on his the entire time, scanning his features and the look of love he was giving you.

“Fuck, im gonn—” before you could finish your sentence, he took the vibrator away from you.

“You’re not cumming on some vibrator” he said, slowly cupping your cheek, before bringing his lips to yours, his tongue gently melting on yours.

“I missed you so much” you whined in the kiss, the tip of your fingers tracing the sharp line of his jawline.

“I can tell” he chuckled, peppering kisses all along your neck. Your eyes closed, feeling the warmth of his lips on your skin. “Lemme take care of you, okay?” He mumbled agaisnt your collarbone before getting between your legs, looking around your bed for a pillow.

“Lift your hips for me, yeah?” He asked, voice soft, hands all over your body as you lifted your hips gently, letting him slide the pillow under your basin.

You cupped his jaw softly as he kissed the inside of your thighs, his eyes never leaving yours. And like that, his tongue gently lapped the outline of your cunt, taking his time to taste every single inch of you. You shivered at his actions, no matter how many time he ate you out, it would always fascinate you how your body reacts to it. James’s tongue started dragging itself on the middle of your pussy, leaving long, slow, wet licks.

Your hand quickly dropped on the back of his head, tangling in his silky hair. Your back arched as he made out with your cunt sloppily, the little whimpers he let out couldn’t satisfy you more. You already felt in heaven by the way his lips sucked on your clit feverishly, circling his tongue around it.

Suddenly he turned on the vibrator, his tongue fucked you while the vibrator stimulated your pearl.

“Fuck— James please” you pleaded, your toes curling and head fell back agaisnt the pillow as he ate you out and used the little toy at the same time.

The double stimulation was too much, you were already close when he first came in, and the visual appeal of him between your legs, mouth on you, sweat clinging to his forehead, with his focused demeanor was your last straw.

“Cmon baby, you can do it. Fuck you’re so beautiful my love.” He praised, moving his tongue faster, letting the toy move on your sensitive nerve.

“James— I can’t ! That’s too much” you gasped out, pressing his head against you tightly.

“Give me your hand, please” you asked, wanting to feel his fingers laced with yours as you climaxes.

He nodded and moved his hand from your thigh to your hand, interlocking his fingers to yours.

“Oh… James” you chanted his name, that bundle of heat on your abdomen was ready to give up, you closed your eyes a last time, focusing on all the stimulation he was giving you. Before you finally reached your highs.

You let out a desperate moan, squeezed his hand so hard he’ll probably have a cramp later.

“Just like that, you did so good baby” he whispered, still between your legs.

You were still trying to catch your breath, when he turned off the vibrator, putting it aside. He kissed your stomach softly before bringing his lips to yours, letting you taste the mess you made on his tongue into your mouth.

“I love you” you breathed out, cheeks burned by the heat, eyes still teary.

“I love you too” he said, caressing your cheek gently. You looked into his eyes and all you could see was admiration, love and so much affection. He gently pulled you agaisnt his clothed chest, letting you rest on him. His hand slowly playing with your hair. There was a comfortable silence, the only audible noise were the one of your breathing and the faint sound of the city outside.

Your hand drew patterns on his neck, feeling cherished and wanting him to feel that way too.

“So how was the concert yesterday ?” You murmured, your hands still intertwined.

“It was good, but not better than the sight I saw you in tonight” he replied.

You chuckled, looking up at him before deposing a soft kiss on his cheek.

“I got you some take out food by the way” he said.

“Kebab?”

“With extra tahini?”

“Of course” he said, before letting you go, knowing you’re excited to just devour your food.

“James chao” you held both his hands together. “The last one who arrives in the kitchen is a looser.

He laughed and you both quickly rushed to the kitchen, there was actually no losers, only satisfied belly and a happy woman who luckily has the best boyfriend in the world.