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riki nishimura ~ you’re so needy ✩₊˚.⋆🕸️⋆⁺₊✧

warnings: smut (mdni), heavy dirty talk, begging for attention, nipple play with piercings, fingering, vaginal penetration, creampie, squirting, biting, marking/hickeys, hair tugging/pulling, neck touching and kissing, lap riding/seated sex, references to female masturbation, power play through initial ignoring and teasing, degradation kink (slut, whore, desperate, greedy), praise. let me know if there’s more!

You walk into Niki’s room with your heart hammering in your chest, the cool air brushing against your bare skin under the tiny crop top that barely covers the underside of your tits. The black lace panties cling to your hips, the thin fabric already damp from how long you’ve been thinking about this. It’s been weeks since he last touched you properly, and the ache between your legs has grown into a constant, throbbing need. 

You crave his hands, his mouth, the way he fills you up and makes you forget everything else. Tonight you’re done waiting. You step inside, closing the door softly behind you, your nipples already hard and pressing visibly against the thin material of the crop top.

Niki is sitting at his desk, focused on his computer screen, headphones half on, typing away like the rest of the world doesn’t exist. He doesn’t even glance up at first. You stand there for a moment, then slowly approach him from behind, your bare feet silent on the floor. You lean in close, your breath warm against the side of his neck as you slide your fingers gently up his skin, tracing slow, teasing circles along the column of his throat. 

Your other hand slips into his hair, playing with the soft strands, tugging lightly and massaging his scalp in that way you know drives him crazy. “Niki, baby…” you whisper right against his ear, your voice low and dripping with pure seduction, pressing your body closer so your tits brush against his back through the thin crop top. “I’ve missed you so much. Please look at me. I’ve been so fucking wet all week thinking about your cock stretching me open. Touch me, please. I need your hands on my body right now.”

You keep playing with his hair, nails scratching lightly at his scalp while your fingertips on his neck slide down to his collarbone, pressing just enough to feel his pulse quicken under your touch. “Come on, baby, I’ve been such a good girl waiting for you. Don’t make me beg louder… or maybe you want that? Want to hear how desperate your slutty girlfriend is for your dick?” Your voice turns breathier, more needy, as you nuzzle into his neck, lips brushing his skin with feather-light kisses mixed with soft, filthy promises.

“I want you to bend me over and fuck me senseless. My pussy is aching for you, dripping down my thighs already just from being this close. Please, Niki, give me attention. Play with my pierced nipples like you always do. Make me moan your name until I can’t think straight.”

He stays focused on the screen for a few more torturous seconds, making you whimper softly as you continue stroking his neck and tugging his hair, grinding your hips subtly against the back of his chair in silent frustration. The denial only makes you wetter, your confidence starting to crack into raw hunger. “Baby, please… I’ll do anything. Just touch me. Feel how hard my nipples are for you.”

Finally he turns his head, his dark eyes sliding over your body slowly, taking in the crop top and the way your lace panties hug your soaked cunt. A smirk tugs at his lips but he doesn’t reach for you yet. “Yeah? You come in here dressed like such a needy little slut and expect me to drop everything?” His voice is low, teasing, making your cheeks burn even as your arousal spikes.

You bite your lip, stepping between his spread legs, pressing your thighs together. “Yes. Please, Niki. I’ve been so empty without you. Touch me. I want your hands on me so bad.” Your voice cracks with desperation now, all that initial confidence melting into pure hunger as he still holds back, just watching you squirm.

He chuckles darkly and finally reaches out, his fingers grazing the hem of your crop top before slipping underneath. The touch is slow, deliberate, his warm palm sliding up your stomach until he cups one of your bare tits fully. No bra. His thumb brushes over your pierced nipple, feeling the cool metal bar, and he lets out a low groan. “Fuck, no bra? How slutty of you, baby. Walking around with these pretty pierced nipples just begging to be played with. You know what this does to me.”

You moan softly at the contact, your back arching into his hand.

You’ve been craving this exact thing all week, touching yourself in bed imagining his mouth on your tits. He pinches the pierced nipple between his fingers, tugging gently at first, then harder, rolling the sensitive bud until your knees feel weak. “Niki… oh god,” you whimper, pressing closer.

Without warning he leans in and latches his mouth onto your other tit through the thin crop top fabric at first, then yanks the material up roughly to expose both breasts. His tongue swirls around the other again, sucking hard, teeth grazing the metal bar in a way that sends sharp jolts of pleasure straight to your dripping pussy. He knows exactly how much you love it, how the piercing makes everything more intense for him too, his cock is already straining against his pants, hard and thick because of you. You can see the bulge, and it makes you even wetter.

“Mmm, taste so fucking good,” he murmurs against your skin, sucking harder, his tongue flicking the piercing rapidly while his hand kneads your other tit. “You’ve been such a greedy girl, haven’t you? Walking in here half naked, begging for my attention like a desperate whore. Your cunt’s probably soaked already, ruining those pretty lace panties.”

You nod frantically, your hands threading into his hair as he continues devouring your tits, alternating between sucking so hard it borders on pain and soft, teasing licks. Your confidence from earlier is completely gone now, you’re just a moaning, needy mess, hips twitching forward, searching for friction. “Please, Niki, I need more. Touch my pussy. Fuck me. I’ve been empty for so long.”

He pulls back just enough to grab your hips, his strong fingers digging into your sides as he tugs your lace panties down slowly, teasingly, letting the wet fabric drag along your thighs. “Step out of them, baby. Come here.” He pulls you onto his lap, straddling him facing him, your bare, dripping cunt hovering right over the massive bulge in his pants. 

He’s always so messy with you, licking, biting, claiming every inch. His mouth attacks your neck immediately, sucking and biting hard enough to leave marks, his tongue tracing your pulse while one hand slides between your legs.

His fingers find your slick folds instantly, parting them and rubbing slow circles around your swollen clit. “So fucking wet for me already. Listen to how sloppy your pussy sounds.” Two thick fingers push inside you without warning, stretching you open as he pumps them deep and slow at first, curling them against that spot that makes you see stars. “That’s it, ride my fingers like the slut you are. You’ve been craving this cock all week, haven’t you? Dreaming about me splitting this tight cunt open.”

You moan loudly, grinding down onto his hand, your juices coating his fingers and dripping onto his lap. You’re rocking desperately at this point, chasing every thrust of his fingers, your pierced nipples brushing against his chest with every movement. “Yes, fuck, Niki… harder. Please use your dick next. Please fuck me on your lap.”

He adds a third finger, stretching you wider, his thumb pressing firm circles on your clit while his mouth stays latched on your neck, biting and sucking new marks. “Greedy little thing. Look at you, falling apart just from my fingers. You’re clenching so tight already. Imagine how you’ll squeeze my cock when I finally give it to you.” His dirty words make you even wetter, your moans turning into needy cries as you fuck yourself on his hand faster, tits bouncing with the motion.

Finally he pulls his fingers out, making you whine at the emptiness, but then he’s shoving his pants down just enough to free his hard, throbbing cock. It’s thick and long, veins pulsing, the head already leaking precum. He grips your hips tightly and lines you up, rubbing the fat head along your slick slit teasingly. “Beg for it one more time, baby. Tell me how bad you want me to ruin this pussy.”

“Please, Niki, fuck me hard. I need your big cock stretching me, filling me up. I’ve missed it so much,” you gasp, your voice shaky with lust, all pretense of confidence shattered as pure desperation takes over.

He slams you down onto him in one rough thrust, burying every inch deep inside your dripping cunt. You cry out, the stretch burning so good, your walls fluttering around his thickness. “Fuck yes, so tight and wet for me,” he groans into your neck, biting down hard as he starts guiding your hips. 

“Bounce on my cock like the needy slut you are. Let me feel how much you’ve been craving this.”

You start moving, jumping hard on his lap, your ass slapping against his thighs with every downward thrust. His cock hits so deep, rubbing against all the right spots, making your pierced nipples tingle as your tits bounce wildly. Every time he bottoms out you moan loudly, the sound filthy and unrestrained. “Oh god, Niki… your dick feels so fucking good. Harder, please.”

He thrusts up to meet you, his hands gripping your ass cheeks, spreading them as he pounds into you. “That’s my good girl. Taking every inch like you were made for it. Your pussy is creaming all over my cock, just listen to how messy you are, baby. Squirt on me. Make a fucking mess.” His dirty talk is relentless, low and sexy, driving you insane. “You’ve been such a desperate whore all week, touching this sloppy cunt thinking about me. Now you’re jumping on it like you can’t get enough.”

Your moans grow louder with every thrust, your body moving frantically, grinding and bouncing as greed consumes you completely. The piercing on your nipples makes everything more sensitive, and he reaches up to tug on one again while fucking you deeper. “Fuck, Niki! Yes, right there—I’m so close already.”

He chuckles breathlessly, sweat slicking his skin as he rails you harder on his lap, the chair creaking under you both. “I want to feel you cum so hard you can’t even speak.” His fingers find your clit again, rubbing fast circles while his dick pistons in and out, stretching you wide with every powerful stroke. “You’re mine. This cunt is mine to fuck whenever I want. Say it while you bounce like a little cockslut.”

“I’m yours—fuck, I’m your slut, Niki!” you moan, jumping harder, the wet sounds of your pussy taking his cock filling the room. Pleasure builds fast and intense, your walls clenching rhythmically around him until you shatter, cumming hard with a loud cry, juices squirting around his shaft as your body shakes.

He doesn’t stop, fucking you through it, his thrusts turning erratic and deeper. “Good girl. Now keep riding me. I’m gonna fill this pussy up until it’s dripping with my cum.” His mouth claims yours in a messy kiss, tongues sliding as he pounds up into you, chasing his own release. You keep moving, greedy for more even after your orgasm, your sensitive clit grinding against him with every bounce.

He groans loudly into your mouth, biting your lip as he finally cums deep inside you, thick ropes of hot cum flooding your cunt, spilling out around his cock with every thrust. “Take it all, baby. That’s what you’ve been missing, my load stuffing you full.”

You collapse against his chest, both of you breathing hard, his cock still twitching inside you, cum leaking down your thighs onto his lap. He strokes your back slowly, kissing your marked neck, but you already know this is just the start of the night. You’ve got him now, and you’re not letting go until he’s fucked you senseless again and again. Your body hums with satisfaction and renewed hunger, ready for whatever filthy things he wants to do next.

riki nishimura ~ fuck, you smell like me ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚

warnings: smut (mdni), dirty talk, power dynamics, degradation, possessive behavior, bite marks, bareback sex, mild breath play, emotional intensity, implied aftercare (not detailed) let me know if there’s more !! 

The door clicks shut behind you, the soft sound swallowed by the dim warmth of Niki’s bedroom. The lamp on his nightstand casts a low amber glow across the rumpled sheets, and there he is, sprawled out in the center of the bed like he owns the space, like he owns the air you’re breathing. His smile is lazy, knowing, a crooked curve that makes your stomach flip.

“There you are,” he says, voice a low murmur thick with teasing. He pats the mattress beside him, fingers drumming once, twice. “Come on. Get in.”

You don’t slide in beside him. Instead you climb onto the bed, knees sinking into the soft comforter, and lower yourself down until your chest meets his, your legs straddling his hips. Your arms loop around his neck, fingers threading through the blond hair at his nape. He lets out a low chuckle, hands settling on your waist, thumbs tracing lazy circles through the fabric of your top.

“Bold tonight,” he breathes, his eyes half lidded as he looks up at you. “I like it.”

You don’t answer with words, just press closer, letting your body melt into his warmth. For a moment there’s just the rhythm of your breathing, the faint thud of his heart against your ribs. Then he inhales, slow and deep, his nostrils flaring as he tips his head into the curve of your neck.

His hands still.

“Mm.” The sound vibrates against your skin. “You smell like me.”

Your cheeks heat. You try to shrug it off, turning your face away, but his fingers dig into your hips, holding you still. “I just borrowed your hoodie earlier,” you mumble. “It’s no big deal.”

“No big deal?” Niki’s voice drops, rougher now, edged with something hungry. His nose trails along your jaw, inhaling again. “Fuck, that’s so hot. You walked around all day smelling like my cologne. Like everyone who got close to you could smell me on your skin.”

You shiver, a tiny sound escaping your throat. “Niki—”

“Don’t play shy now,” he murmurs, and his tongue flicks out, tracing a hot wet line from your collarbone up to your ear. “You knew what you were doing. You wanted me to notice.”

You can’t deny it. The way his voice curls around the words makes your thighs clench. He takes your silence as answer, and his grin presses against your pulse point.

Then his mouth opens, and he licks a broad stripe up the side of your neck.

A gasp punches out of you. His tongue is wet and warm, lapping at the sensitive skin just below your ear before his lips close and he sucks. Hard. The sensation is sharp and dizzying, a pull that sends sparks straight down between your legs. He releases with a wet pop, only to move lower, licking and sucking a trail down the column of your throat, marking every inch he can reach.

“N-niki,” you breathe, your fingers tightening in his hair.

He hums against your skin, the vibration making you tremble. “Yeah? You like that, baby? You like when I leave my marks on you?”

You nod, but words fail as he finds a particularly tender spot just above your collarbone and sinks his teeth in gently, then soothes it with his tongue. By the time he pulls back, there’s a constellation of blooming bruises on your neck, dark promises of what’s to come.

He sits up slightly, enough to grab the hem of his shirt and yank it over his head in one fluid motion. The fabric hits the floor, and your eyes drop to his chest, to the hard planes of his stomach, the lines of muscle that carve a V down into the waistband of his sweats. You can’t help it, your hands leave his neck and press flat against his abs, feeling the warmth and the subtle twitch of muscle under your palms.

He watches you, a smug glint in his eyes. “Touch all you want. I know you’ve been dying to.”

Your fingers trace the ridges, slow and reverent. He’s so warm, so solid. You want to climb inside his skin.

But then his hand moves, sliding up your stomach under your top. He doesn’t ask, doesn’t hesitate. He pushes the fabric up, bunching it under your chin, and your breasts are bared to the lamplight. No bra. He knew, he must have known, the way he’d been palming you through the thin cotton all this morning.

His breath catches. “Fuck, look at you.” His thumb brushes over your nipple, already peaked and sensitive. “Coming in here with no bra, lying on top of me, spreading your legs over my cock like a perfect little slut.”

The word hits you like a slap. It burns hot and bright in your chest, and you arch into his touch.

“I’m not—” you start, but he cuts you off with a squeeze, a gentle twist of his fingers.

“Yeah you are.” He says it like a compliment, like a prize. “And I love it.”

He leans forward and his mouth replaces his hand. His tongue circles your nipple, lazy at first, then faster, harder, and he sucks it deep into his mouth. Your back bows off the bed, a cry tearing from your throat. He switches to the other, giving it the same attention, laving and sucking until both are glistening and swollen.

“Please,” you gasp, rocking your hips against the hard length of him through his sweats. “Niki, please, I need—”

“Need what?” He pulls back just enough to look at you, lips wet, eyes dark with lust. “Use your words, baby.”

“I need you inside me.” Your voice is raw, desperate. “Please, Niki. Fuck me.”

His grin is feral. “That’s my girl.”

He shifts, and in one smooth motion he rolls you onto your back, his body covering yours, pinning you to the mattress. His weight is perfect, heavy and grounding. He reaches down and yanks at the waistband of your pants, pulling them down your legs along with your panties. You kick them free. Then his own sweats follow, kicked to the floor, and his cock springs free, thick and aching, pressing against your thigh.

He positions himself at your entrance, just the tip nudging against your wetness. He doesn’t push in yet. He leans down, lips brushing your ear.

“You know how long I’ve wanted this?” His voice is a low growl. “Since the moment you walked into my room smelling like me. I’ve been hard the whole time, thinking about how good you’d feel wrapped around my cock.”

You whimper, hips bucking, trying to take him in, but he holds still.

“Ask me again,” he says. “Say my name like you mean it.”

“Niki,” you whine, the name breaking on your lips. “Please, fucking hell, just put it in.”

And then  he pushes.

The stretch is exquisite, a slow burn that makes you gasp and claw at his shoulders. He eases in inch by inch, letting you feel every bit of him, until he’s seated hilt-deep, his hips flush against yours. He stays there for a moment, letting you adjust, his forehead pressed to yours, both of you panting.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “You’re so tight. So perfect.”

He starts to move, a slow grind that builds into a steady rhythm. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling his mouth to yours for a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue.

“Harder,” you beg against his lips. “Please, Niki, harder.”

He gives it to you, snapping his hips faster, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. His pace is punishing, relentless, each thrust hitting that perfect spot inside you that makes stars burst behind your eyes.

“You like that?” He grunts, his control fraying. “You like taking my cock like this?”

“Yes, yes, f-fuck, Niki, don’t stop.”

He slows for a moment, just to torture you, then drives in deep and stays there, grinding his pelvis against your clit. You cry out, your nails raking down his back.

“Look at you,” he whispers, voice hoarse. “All messy and needy for me. You’ll cum for me, won’t you? Right now?”

You can only nod, your body trembling on the edge.

“That’s it.” he growls, and his thrusts become erratic, desperate.

The orgasm hits you like a wave, crashing through every nerve, your inner walls clenching around him, pulling him deeper. He follows a second later, with a guttural groan, spilling hot and thick inside you, his body shuddering against yours.

He collapses on top of you, his weight a comforting blanket. His breath is hot against your neck, his lips pressing lazy kisses to your shoulder.

“Goddamn,” he murmurs. “You’re going to ruin me.”

You smile, your fingers carding through his damp hair. “Good.”