⤷ PILLOWTALK
...it's our paradise and it's our war zone...
⤷ pairing: ni-ki x fem!reader
⤷ warming: +18 content. mature themes. explicit language. sexual content. emotional tension. jealousy. arguments. suggestive scenes.
synopsis: in the middle of a relationship argument between you and your boyfriend caused by your jealousy, ni-ki pulls you into a kiss that quickly turns into a pillow talk conversation, and the two of you work things out during a cold, rainy night beneath warm sheets.
kat's note: another fanfic involving music… maybe this is my true personality. i feel like i write really well when it comes to taking inspiration from music. anyway, enjoy reading, everyone.
Another argument intensified between you and your boyfriend, once again fueled by your jealousy after you brought up a girl from the dance studio where he worked as an instructor, and that alone was enough to trigger a fight.
“Riki, don’t try to downplay this. You get jealous too! Why can’t I point ou—”
“Because in my case, I could see those guys had intentions with you.” He sighed. “Come on, baby?! I already told you, that’s just work, okay?”
“Just work? The way she smiles at you, the way she looks at you, and the way you touch her?”
That last sentence made Nishimura turn to face you the exact moment the full thing reached his ears.
The Japanese man was tall, carried an overwhelming presence, and you knew very well how easily intimidated you became with just one look from him.
“What the hell did you just say?”
He started walking toward you with firm steps, trying to appear unreadable, while you stayed rooted in place.
“Exactly what you heard.”
Riki let out a breathy laugh and quickened his short steps until his hand found your waist, pulling you flush against him.
“Say it again while looking at me.”
Your eyes met the sharp gaze of Nishimura Riki, making your poor, frustrated heart race with excitement.
You knew just how serious Riki could be, but you wouldn’t admit that maybe you had crossed the line — after all, you found the way he carried himself during arguments attractive.
Every argument always ended somewhere different; sometimes you wouldn’t even sleep, and other times you would just talk and each go to sleep in your respective homes.
But today felt different. The atmosphere felt different.
“I…”
You started, but froze.
Riki tightened his grip on your waist and leaned his face closer to yours, making you catch his scent, his cinnamon-laced breath mixed with the nicotine from his cigarette.
“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”
With his free hand, Riki lifted your chin, stopping you from looking away or lowering your head.
“Repeat it while looking at me.”
He repeated himself, and you felt a strong shiver travel through every part of your body, forcing you to grip your boyfriend’s strong arm.
That situation had the potential to escalate into something suggestive, and maybe playing his game wouldn’t be a total waste of time.
“…the way you touch her. I don’t like that, Nishimura.”
“The way I touch her, hm?” he chuckled softly. “And how do I touch her? Like this?”
He slid the hand that had been on your waist down to your ass and gave it a firm squeeze, making you gasp in surprise.
“Or like this?”
With the hand that had been holding your chin, Riki guided it to your breast, covered only by a thin sweater that barely needed a bra underneath.
And then he squeezed and massaged it.
Without taking his eyes off you.
“Riki…”
“Shh. I’m not done yet,” he whispered in your ear, his low, rough voice making you melt. “Do I touch her like this… by any chance?”
And finally, he pulled you back against his body and, with controlled roughness, pressed his lips against yours in the kiss you were hopelessly addicted to.
Those full, soft lips claimed yours as if he were trying to prove something.
And maybe he was.
Riki started letting his hands wander over your torso until he reached your thighs, lifting you effortlessly and placing you on his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist.
“Can you feel my hard cock?”
The moment he broke the kiss to say that, you could feel the growing bulge getting harder the longer the situation dragged on.
“What the fuck, Nishimura… I didn’t mean it like that…”
“Oh, you didn’t?” he teased. “Don’t you want to settle this a different way, hm? Aren’t you the one who says breaking routine is a good thing?!”
Feeling cornered, you stopped resisting. You wanted to lose your head.
After all, Riki was there with you on his lap, hard because of you, trying to keep himself under control in the middle of that stupid jealousy-fueled argument.
There was no reason to resist or play games.
You both hated games.
“Just fuck me already, Riki.”
A sly smile spread across the Japanese man’s swollen lips and, without wasting any time, he took you to his bedroom.
It was cozy, incredibly cozy, and the steady mid-autumn rain outside only made everything better.
You felt the softness of your boyfriend’s bed — the one you loved so much — and soon felt Nishimura’s attractive body hovering over yours with an overwhelming sense of possession.
“You know, baby?” he murmured. “You stressed me out a little, but you’re way too damn hot, and somehow you’re still attractive even when you’re being unbearable. So…” he let out a quiet chuckle. “I promise to fuck you in a torturously slow way. It's our paradise and it's our war zone.”
That being said, Riki went back to capturing your lips in a more heated kiss despite the cold. He wore a white short-sleeved shirt and black sweatpants that made it very obvious just how much he needed you.
You had irritated him, but he loved you and desired you far too much to simply stay mad.
“Fucking gorgeous… I feel like fucking you every time you have a jealous outburst,” he murmured between kisses as he moved down to your neck. “You know why? Because it only motivates me to show you how you’re the only girl I want in this whole fucking world and the only one who makes me feel sick from wanting you so badly.”
You felt your panties grow damp.
Riki’s voice—so low, so husky, and so close to your ear—was truly torture.
You let out a soft moan when he left a hickey on a spot of your neck, quickly making you place your hands on his shoulders in search of some kind of anchor.
You wanted him to kiss you, mark you, thrust into you slow, deep, and fast when you were close to coming—that was what ran through your mind. Just as filthy as your boyfriend’s mouth.
Riki wasted no time pulling up the fabric of your thin shirt and taking your breasts into his mouth as if he needed it to survive.
And his hand didn’t stay still.
He traced a short path until he reached the waistband of your shorts and, without stopping his attention to your chest, got rid of the piece of clothing, leaving you only in your gray panties.
“Do I touch her like this?” he suddenly said, massaging your soaked cunt over the thin fabric, the dampness becoming visible.
“Ahn… Riki… please…”
“Please? Why are you asking like that? Want my fingers inside you, hm?”
“Y-yes… I do! Please…”
Riki smiled and sat facing you on the mattress, lifting one of your legs onto his shoulder.
“Asking like that, I wouldn’t dare refuse.”
He moved the fabric of your panties aside, revealing your glistening intimacy, shining with uncontrollable arousal.
You wanted Ni-ki’s fingers inside you. No matter how many— you just wanted to feel them.
And he didn’t waste any time.
Slowly, Riki pushed two fingers inside you, coating them as they slid in. You moaned loudly at the sensation and spread your leg wider to give him more access.
“So sensitive. So wet. Is all of this because of me, hm? We’ve fucked so many times, darling, so why do you still get like this, hm?”
“I-I don’t kno— hmm…”
Your words were cut off by the way Riki moved his fingers.
He knew exactly how to touch you, the rhythm, and when you were enjoying it far too much — your teary eyes were always confirmation enough for the boy.
“Shh. Just enjoy it, hm? You’ve been too stressed today because of some stupid girl. Let your boyfriend show you who he really loves.”
And within just a few minutes, you had become a teary, trembling mess from nothing but the boy’s fingers. He wasn’t going to let you finish, but he realized you were at your limit when you ended up lightly squirting over his fingers.
That’s when he noticed just how needy you were.
“Oh my God, y/n. I’m actually scared of you, you know? You’re so wet it’s like a river.” he let out a husky laugh afterward.
“I can’t take it anymore, Ni-ki…”
“You have to, baby. That was only the beginning. I’ll be a good boy and let you choose. Do you want me to go down on you or do you want me inside you? Tell me."
Regardless of your choice, you were fully aware of how good things would be from now on.
But you wouldn’t lie — you really wanted your boyfriend fucking you like that. You knew he was somewhat stressed and wanted him to take it out on you.
“I want your cock inside me. Fuck me, please…”
“You’re so needy. Still think it’s worth losing your head over silly jealousy?”
Before you could answer, Riki slowly pulled his fingers out of you and brought them to his own lips in an extremely erotic scene.
He lowered your leg just enough to take off his sweatpants and pull down his boxers, revealing his hard, rigid length, showing just how much he needed you too.
Nishimura brought one of his hands to his own cock and slowly stroked himself while looking directly at you.
“Look at me, kitten. Imagine taking me like this, ah…”
He bit his lower lip and stopped touching himself to place both of your legs over each side of his shoulders in a position you knew very well Riki only used when he truly wanted to torture you.
“This position right from the start?”
“What? Don’t like it? I remember perfectly well you crying from pleasure last time.”
“I-I do, but… I’m so sensitive… I don’t want to be loud, Riki! Your neighbors complained last time.”
Riki let out a deep laugh and took the chance to line himself up with your entrance, penetrating you with the kind of slowness that made your eyes roll back and drew out an instant moan from you.
Exactly like it was happening now.
He could feel how warm you were as his cock grew wetter the deeper he slid inside you. He wanted to go deep. Wanted to bury himself inside you.
“I want all the neighbors to go fuck themselves while I fuck you real good right now.”
With his cock fully inside you, Riki held onto your thighs and started a gentle session of thrusts.
Slow. Unhurried.
This was dangerous.
You moaned as he pulled out and slid back into you, feeling your wetness grow with every movement.
“It feels so fucking good…” you breathed out between moans, closing your eyes and sinking your head into the pillow.
“It feels good, hm? Like being fucked slowly? This is so delicious.”
The rain outside grew heavier, the droplets hitting the window and creating an even cozier atmosphere.
He sped up his movements, though still keeping that slow, torturous rhythm. Riki knew how needy you were and how badly you wanted him to fuck you hard.
But he wasn’t going to let something this good end in minutes.
“You thought I was pissed, didn’t you? Thought I was gonna be rough,” he laughed. “No. You deserve to be fucked slowly so you can feel me inside you — a reminder that I’d never touch another woman with second intentions.”
A deeper thrust pulled a loud moan from you.
“I just want to touch you, damn it. I just want you. I just need your fucking love.”
Another deep thrust.
And another.
And another.
“Ni-ki… aww…”
Soon, he shifted positions, spreading your legs and leaning over you, his hips meeting your pelvis in deeper thrusts — still not fast, but strong.
The moans grew louder as the motion repeated itself. You could probably both come from this alone.
“Ride me for a bit, hm?”
Breathing heavily, you shifted on the bed as soon as he pulled out of you, and now your positions were reversed.
Riki was underneath.
You carefully settled yourself over his cock, quickly feeling full again, the sensation bringing instant relief.
As soon as you started riding him, Riki kept his eyes locked on you, admiring just how unbelievably beautiful you looked in that moment.
Unable to keep still, he pulled your shirt off in one swift motion, leaving your breasts bouncing freely with every movement you made — and of course, he wouldn’t miss the chance to start sucking on one of them, making you moan louder.
Your hands moved to Riki’s soft hair, fingers tangling in the short strands to steady yourself.
With you setting your own pace, everything became even more intense for both of you, especially with nothing but your underwear tossed aside — one of Riki’s particular turn-ons.
He slid a hand up to your neck, squeezing lightly.
“You like riding, don’t you? Want me to help you go faster?”
“U-uhm…”
Riki let out a laugh against your ear before unexpectedly giving your cheek a quick slap, then reaching for your hair.
“You unbearable brat. You lose your mind over jealousy and then ride my cock like the world’s ending,” he clicked his tongue three times. “Go ahead. My cock’s your best friend right now.”
Seeing you were already starting to lose strength, Nishimura held onto you firmly and began thrusting up into you this time, moving at the speed you’d wanted from the beginning.
Not caring about the neighbors anymore, you let the moans spill out freely.
"You motherfucker!" you gasped, nearly screaming as the orgasm crashed over you. Riki didn't show any sign of stopping. "I’m so spent..."
"Spent, swollen, aching. That just makes me want to fuck you more, damn it, Y/N..."
Riki switched positions, and as if the situation couldn’t get any worse (or better), you were now on all fours. Your boyfriend gripped your waist, thrusting into you with such intensity it made you want to cry.
Between moans, as you begged him to go harder, you were also thanking God. Yes—God.
It was a profane scene, yet a necessary one. You thanked God for having a boyfriend like Nishimura Riki; you thanked Him for the fact that he loved you just as much as you loved him.
Meanwhile, Riki slapped your backside, squeezing firmly immediately after. The view before him was beautiful; he could tattoo the image of you on all fours into his mind in every possible context. It was the best sight he could ask for after an argument.
"I’m going to come... let me come in your mouth..."
As soon as his voice reached your ears—sounding just as needy and demanding as you felt—you smiled, biting your lower lip and nodding as you looked at him over your shoulder.
That was the breaking point for him.
With a few more deep thrusts and dirty words, Riki pulled out of you. Your body felt wet and swollen as he guided himself to your mouth. You took him in eagerly, the suction drawing dragged-out groans from Riki until he finally filled your mouth. The white heat of him came in such a rush that a little escaped from the corner of your lips.
He pulled back once you swallowed everything, firmly cupping your face to bring his close to yours.
"Don't you ever say again that I touch or would ever touch another woman. Because I would never do this with anyone else, even if you broke up with me right now."
You stared at him, eyes brimming with tears, and nodded without looking away.
"Now," he continued, "I want you to sit on my face. I'm going to eat you out, and I need your thighs to suffocate me."
