Between Us ˙⋆✮ ˙ n.rk
So I saw this post and this post and it really made me wanna make a Riki fwb fic where you guys are drunk (I know the vibes aren’t really the same I just wanted to put my spin on it)
Pair: Nishimura Riki x reader
Warnings: p in v, mentions of alcohol, drunk characters, mentions of weed and smoking, implied drunk driving, swearing, kissing, unprotected sex, pet names, exhibitionism mention,
Probably missed a lot of stuff but I don’t gaf so
Word count: 2K (I think???)
Basically porn with no plot
Not proofread
The club was packed, the bass thumping in your chest. You and your friends had been dancing for hours, shot after shot making everything fuzzy and fun. The air was thick with perfume, sweat, and the relentless beat of the music
You really needed this after another week of school left you feeling drained.
Riki hadn't texted all night, which honestly wasn't unusual for your complicated situation.
See, you and Riki are in a weird gray zone. You guys share the same friend group and hangout all the time, but every now and then, the two of you end up naked in bed together.
And the sex is really good.
Neither of you has ever put a label on whatever this is. There are no late-night “what are we?” conversations or expectations attached. No one else knows about it either. It just stays between you guys. When you’re with everyone else, you act like friends. When you’re alone, things get a little more complicated. And somehow, that’s just become normal.
At least, that’s what you keep telling yourself.
You were supposed to be having fun, dancing with your friends and enjoying yourself, not checking your phone every few minutes to see if Riki had finally replied. Not wondering why your messages were still sitting on read or what Riki would do if he saw you in those little shorts you’re wearing.
It wasn’t like you hadn’t seen him today, either. Earlier, he’d been off talking to Jake while you stayed with everyone else. The two of you hadn’t exchanged a single word.
The only time he’d acknowledged you was on his way past, when his hand found your waist for the briefest second—a casual squeeze before he kept walking like it meant nothing.
It should’ve been forgettable. Just another one of those absentminded touches he’d probably never think twice about.
So why had it stayed with you for the rest of the night?
He’s addictive, the kind that sticks to you and won’t let go. You’ll always come back for more, and it’s not even just for the sex—though that’s a massive part of it.
You'd stay away if he wasn't so damn charming when he wants to be. If he didn't give you those half-ass apologies for being an jerk where you’d forgive him everytime. If he didn't make you feel so fucking good in bed. If you didn’t have a slight crush on him that you know would never work out with how he is. But those good moments make you forget about the bad ones.
And those tattoos… The dark ink winding over his skin was unmistakably Riki—effortlessly cool, impossible to ignore, and somehow always lingering in your mind long after you’d leave his place.
As the night wore on, you found yourself dancing with your friends, the alcohol flowing freely, but you still felt aware. Too aware. You walk to the bar to order another drink before suddenly, a strong pair of arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back into a hard chest. "There you are," Riki's voice slurred a little in your ear, his breath warm and heavy with alcohol.
You immediately knew it was him after feeling the coldness of his rings on your waist. “Riki?”
His dark hair was a little messy, his cheeks slightly flushed, and even from where you stood, you could tell he had something to drink.
Your stomach did that annoying little flip it always seemed to do around him.
For a moment neither of you said anything.
The music thundered around you, people squeezing past on all sides, but somehow it felt like the space between you had narrowed into something private.
You waste no time pulling him in for a kiss. His eyes widen briefly in surprise, but he doesn't pull away. The kiss is messy and sloppy, your coordination off due to the alcohol. He takes control of the kiss immediately, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, holding your head in place as he kisses you back firmly. "Mmph..."
He breaks the kiss abruptly, pulling back to look at you. Your eyes are glassy and unfocused, your cheeks flushed. He lets out a soft sigh, his thumb brushing over your lips. "You're wasted," he states simply.
You give him a look, a faint smile tugging at your lips. "And you're acting like you're completely sober?" You mumble, raising an eyebrow. "Pretty sure we're both a little drunk, Riki."
He smiles slightly, shaking his head. "And you just kissed me out of nowhere." He doesn't sound annoyed or taken aback—just amused and maybe a little fond. "You're never this bold when you're sober." His thumb brushes your lower lip again.
“You taste like weed.”
The corner of his mouth twitched into an amused smile, and he let out a quiet laugh through his nose. “Do I?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.
“Yea,” You gave a small nod, your eyes lingering on him for a second longer than they probably should have. “I thought you weren’t coming tonight. You told Jake you were gonna be busy.”
His gaze drifted away for a moment, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. The music from inside the club pulsed faintly through the walls as he shifted a little closer.
"That's because I wasn't trying to hang out with everyone."
"Then why were you here?"
For a second, he didn’t answer. Instead, he stepped forward until there was barely any space between you. The warmth of his presence was impossible to ignore, and suddenly your heart felt a little too loud in your chest.
"Riki?"
"I came looking for you."
Your breath caught.
"What?"
"I came looking for you."
This time he said it like it was obvious.
Like it shouldn't have surprised you.
The words settled heavily in your chest.
All night you'd been wondering why he wasn't texting.
Why he wasn't talking to you.
And now he was standing here admitting he'd shown up because of you.
Before you could think of a response, he leaned down slightly.
His lips brushed the side of your neck. A soft kiss that quickly turned into sucking and licking. Which was enough to send a rush of heat straight through you.
You giggle, the sound high and tipsy, and immediately arch into the kiss. You’re clearly not going to stop him right now. He smiles against your neck, kissing gently along your throat. Your hands come up to grip his shoulders, unsteady and clumsy.
He continues kissing down your neck, his hands moving to your hips to keep you steady. He bites gently at the junction of your neck and shoulder, knowing it's a sensitive spot for you. You gasp, your head falling back to give him better access. He takes advantage, sucking a mark onto your skin.
"Okay Riki wait," you mumbled, coming back to your senses through the euphoric feeling of him loving on your body.
He laughed against your skin.
"What?"
"We’re in public…"
"And?"
"People can see us you know."
He pulled back just enough to look at you.
His cheeks were pink from the alcohol, but his eyes were completely focused on yours.
"I don't really care."
"Well I do. I’m not that freaked out."
"I can assure you that you are. You had zero problem letting me fuck you on Jay’s bed for 3 hours at his party and squirting all over his pillow screaming my name-”
Your cheeks flush at the memory. "Shut up. That was different. You were teasing me all night! Plus, that was one time!" You pause, biting your lip before he continues after you cut him off. "And don't act like you didn't enjoy every second of it."
You opened your mouth to argue and up moaning and quickly covering your mouth.
He was looking way too pleased with himself.
You remember that night way too vividly—Jay’s expensive sheets, the fancy pillows, the way Riki folded you in half while everyone was partying downstairs. The way he subtly touched and eye-fucked you whole time made you not wanna wait any longer and fuck him in the first place you thought of, the bedroom, Jays bedroom. And he’d taken his time ruining you.
"See?" he said.
Normally, that would've bothered you more.
Tonight, it didn't.
Maybe it was the alcohol making everything feel warm and distant. Maybe it was the way he was looking at you.
Either way, instead of moving farther, you found yourself leaning closer.
His thumb brushed against your side absentmindedly. “You wanna come to my place?” He pulls at the waistband of your shorts, “Get this off of you, yeah?”
Riki speaking to you like that in his deep voice was always such a turn on for you, your knees already feeling weak.
“Please.”
He didn’t even respond before he had already taken hold of your arm, gently guiding you toward the exit. You barely managed to keep up, your heels catching against the pavement once or twice as you stumbled after him. The cool night air hit your face the second the club doors swung shut, helping clear the slight buzz in your head.
Now, 20 minutes later, after Riki somehow drove you both safely to his penthouse, you’re in his bedroom.
You’d been here more times than you could count, enough to know where everything was without thinking. The room still looked exactly the same as when you last saw it—dark wood furniture, black accents, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. It was clean, organized, and effortlessly expensive, with the faint scent of his cologne and a cigarette still lingering in the air
Riki maneuvered you backward until the backs of your knees hit the mattress, causing you to fall back onto the plush sheets with a soft bounce. He didn't give you a chance to recover, crawling over you immediately, his knees bracketing your hips as he loomed above, his dark eyes heavy with lust and alcohol.
He kisses you deeply, his hands roaming your body. You're responsive and eager, wrapping your legs around his waist without hesitation. He can feel how drunk you are in every touch - sloppy kisses, clumsy fingers trying to pull him closer. He grins against your mouth, taking control.
He reached out, grabbing the hem of your crop top and pulling it up roughly over your head, exposing your bare torso. His hands immediately went to your breasts, squeezing and kneading them as he leaned down to capture your lips in a sloppy, drunk kiss. "Missed these..."
You ride your hands down his chest stopping at the waistband of his jeans. "Missed you too," you whined, reaching for his belt. Your coordination was off from the alcohol, but your desire wasn't. You managed to get his pants open, pushing them down his hips. "Missed this dick specifically, been thinking about it all night.”
He groaned, palming himself through his boxers as your fingers brushed against him. "Fuck—" His head dropped to your neck, teeth grazing your sensitive skin. "You're gonna regret saying shit like that when you're sober."
You tugged at his boxers desperately. "Not gonna regret a thing tonight. Hurry up and fuck me, Riki."
Riki groaned, his thick cock springing free. He reached down and tugged your shorts and panties off in one swift motion, tossing them somewhere across the room. "Greedy little thing," he muttered, positioning himself between your spread thighs.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “Only greedy for you.”
Instead of sliding inside, he pressed the broad head of his cock directly against your slick clit, dragging it slowly up and down. The friction was almost unbearable—your wetness smearing over his tip as he teased you.
"Riki..." you whined, hips bucking upwards. Your hands gripped his shoulders.
"Not yet,"
He continued to tease your clit with his cock, slapping it gently against you before rubbing it up and down your wet folds. You could feel every ridge and vein of his length pressing against your sensitive flesh, driving you wild with need.
Your hips bucked desperately, pushing against him, begging for entry. You were practically dripping wet, your juices slicking his tip with every deliberate stroke. "Riki, please... I'm so fucking wet for you..." You arched off the bed, grinding down on his cock head, trying to force it inside.
He grabbed your hips, holding you still.
His grip was firm as you struggled beneath him, your body aching for release. He leaned down, hot breath ghosting over your neck as he watched your face fall. "No, princess," he murmured, grinding his cock head slowly against your clit again, the slickness helping him slide around your entrance without going in. "We're having fun first, right?"
He brought his thumb down, rubbing circles directly on your clit while his cock continued slapping against it, spreading your juices everywhere. The dual stimulation had you whimpering, your head tossing back against the pillows.
"Look at you," he praised, his voice dark and slurred from the alcohol. "So fucking wet. Dripping all over my cock."
"Fuck me, Riki," you moaned, your hands fisting the sheets as you begged. "Please, please, please... I need your dick inside me... I need to be fucked..." You were so desperate, you were practically crying out for it.
He grinned against your neck, liking when you begged. Without warning, he pushed his thick length inside you in one harsh thrust, filling you completely. You cried out, your body arching off the bed as he bottomed out inside you. "There it is,"
"That sweet fucking pussy taking my dick so well," he muttered, pulling back slowly before snapping his hips forward again, making you whimper. He set a hard pace, his thighs slapping against your inner thighs with every thrust.
You could feel every inch of his long, thick dick moving inside you, hitting your g-spot with precision. Your arms wrapped around his neck, holding onto him as he fucked you mercilessly. He was always like this when you guys had sex. Rough and messy—and you loved it.
His hand found your clit again, rubbing in time with his relentless thrusts. The combination was too much—your body tightening around him, clenching and unclenching as your orgasm began to build.
"That's it," he encouraged, leaning down to whisper harshly against your ear. "Take it. Take all of it, baby."
Your first orgasm hit suddenly—intense and overwhelming. Your inner walls spasmed around his length, clamping down hard as you cried out into his ear. "Riki—!" Your nails dug into his shoulders, causing red lines to appear where his back tattoo is. Your whole body trembles violently as you felt the waves of pleasure crash through you.
Riki felt it immediately—your pussy squeezing his dick.
He groaned loudly, burying his face into your neck as he felt you clench around him. He didn't slow down—instead, he fucked you harder, his thrusts becoming more erratic and desperate.
"That's my girl," he praised, his thumb still rubbing circles on your clit even as your orgasm made you oversensitive. "Fucking milk my cock..."
His body tensed above you, his hips snapping forward one last time before he buried himself deep inside you. He held himself there, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he filled you up with his hot release. You could feel him emptying inside you, coating your walls with his seed.
He collapsed on top of you, both of you panting heavily into the silence of the room. His softening cock was still buried inside you, leaking slowly. He didn't pull out immediately—just stayed there, kissing your neck gently as you both came down from your highs.
After a few minutes, he slowly pulled out of you, his softening length slipping from your pussy with a wet sound. He didn't leave you to clean yourself up—he grabbed a warm cloth from the bathroom and gently wiped away the evidence of his release from between your legs.
He pulled his pants back on, the alcohol making his movements clumsy. He stumbled out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, returning with two large glasses of water. He handed one to you, his expression softer now—the drunken haze clearing slightly.
"Drink," he said, his voice less rough, more like his normal self. "You're probably dehydrated."
You sat up, taking the glass from him and drinking deeply. You set the glass down on the bedside table softly, before he speaks again. "And you should go pee," He walks over to you before hooking his arms under yours and carrying you with your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands on your ass. “I don’t wanna fuck up your coochie health.”
“Please never say that again.”
He chuckles and kicks the bathroom door open and seats you on toilet before leaving and closing the door.
See, this is why you like Riki but know you shouldn’t say anything. You wanna see this as affection so bad but know this means nothing to him.
Riki comes back into the bathroom handing you his shirt and a pair of strawberry boxers. Now he changed into some low rise sweatpants exposing his kiss tattoo and v-line, paired with an open gray hoodie showing off his toned chest and moles on them.
You’ve memorized all the moles on his chest from all the times you’ve seen him shirtless.
You take the clothes from him, your eyes lingering on his exposed tattoos and the hint of his abs peeking out from the low rise sweatpants. You roll your eyes, trying to play it cool even though you're secretly loving the view. "Thanks,"
He leans against the bathroom doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches you change into his clothes. The strawberry boxers hug your curves perfectly, and his shirt hangs off one shoulder. "You look good in my stuff," he says casually,
You glance up at him, blushing slightly at the compliment. You quickly look away, focusing on folding your own clothes neatly. "Shut up," you mumble, trying to hide the small smile on your face. You step past him to leave the bathroom, but not before intentionally brushing your shoulder against his chest.
He slips into bed beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight. He turns off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness. You can feel his body heat radiating towards you as he settles in close, his arm automatically wrapping around your waist and pulling you back against his chest.
"Good night, I’ll take you home tomorrow." he murmured, kissing your neck with that same soft expression before his eyes drifted shut. His breathing grew heavy—quietly snoring in a way that was almost annoying, but in the moment you just let yourself curl against him.
The room fell silent not long after, and before you knew it, the exhaustion from the night finally pulled you to sleep.
Next fic coming October 32nd
Nah I’m playing but I’m kinda (extremely) inconsistent so it might not even come out
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