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구원은 너의 의미 소명이 나를 이끌어 마침내

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Pairing: 西村 力 x fem! reader

Wc:1765, smut(mdni)

synopsis: A simple evening with your best friend turns into something more.

contains: best friends to lovers, kissing, fingering, cum eating(?), piv, unprotected sex, finishing inside, pet names, praises, love confession, after care.

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It all started as friends. You were inseparable since high school; sharing lunch, walking home, copying notes, and having sleepovers. It wasn't malicious for both of you, thinking it's not impossible to have a friendship like you and Riki have.

It was night, you two decided to have a drink since the midterm's over. You've been doing this together for years, it's your usual routine after school. He was sitting next to you, thumbs tracing circles on your knuckles, gaze locked into yours while you talked to him. You're used to this. You know him for too long to memorize his traits; listening intently, attention focused on you, his soft touches that you found comforting.

Yet this time is different. He was leaning closer, lips brushing on your pulse point, hands interlacing yours as he pinned them down on the mattress. You froze from the sudden pleasure he holds. He slowly sucked your skin, nibbling it gently before biting it hard enough to leave a mark. He did it a few times, each time turning you on more than you expected.

He pulls back suddenly, chest heaving as he looks at you with desire. Before you can react, his lips pressed on yours, fingers threading through your hair, tilting your head up as he pushed his tongue inside.

Your body melted instantly, lips parting to kiss him back. Without breaking the kiss, he shifted his weight on top of you, pressing you deeper into the bed. His hands slid down to your waist, gripping it firmly as he rocked his hips against yours. The feeling of his body against yours was new and intoxicating, causing you to moan into his mouth.

He swallowed your moan, one hand sliding up your shirt to squeeze your breast over your bra. His other hand went lower, unbuttoning your jeans. He broke the kiss to trail kisses down your neck, biting and sucking as he went. "Lift up," You lifted your hips instinctively, allowing him to pull your jeans and underwear down in one swift motion. He tossed them aside carelessly before kissing you again deeply. His fingers found their way between your legs, rubbing gently at first before increasing the pressure and speed based on your reactions.

He inserted two fingers inside you, curling them upward while his thumb pressed against your clit. Your back arched off the bed, and he smiled against your lips. "Shh, just let go," he whispered, adding a third finger. Your walls clamped around his fingers, and he felt you getting closer. "That's it... let me feel..."

His fingers pumped relentlessly, hitting that sensitive spot inside you over and over while his thumb worked tight circles on your clit. The coil in your belly snapped, your body trembling violently as you came hard around his fingers. He guided you through it, slowing his movements but not stopping, drinking in your moans. He pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth to taste you.

"Fuck, you taste good," he groaned, sucking his fingers clean. He kissed you harshly, pushing his tongue deep into your mouth so you could taste yourself on him. His hands went back to your thighs, spreading them wider apart as he positioned himself between them.

He rubbed the tip of his cock against your slit, teasing you slowly. "Been wanting this for so long," he breathed against your lips, pressing the head against your entrance. "So fucking long." He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, giving you time to adjust to his size. Your walls clenched tightly around him, and he let out a low groan.

He leaned down to kiss you deeply as his hips started moving, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in. Each movement was calculated to hit deep inside you, his pelvic bone rubbing against your clit with perfect pressure. "Wrap your legs around me," he commanded softly, and you obeyed immediately. He went deeper, hitting that sweet spot that made your toes curl.

He increased his pace gradually, his hips snapping against yours in steady, deliberate thrusts. His hands gripped your thighs tightly as he watched your body respond to his movements—the way your breasts bounced with each push, the way your lips parted to let out soft moans.

"You're taking me so well," he praised breathlessly, his angle shifting slightly to grind against that sensitive bundle of nerves inside you. The pleasure was overwhelming, blurring the lines between your long-standing friendship and this newfound intimacy. He leaned down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking harshly while his hips maintained their relentless rhythm.

You gasped at the new angle, his length battering against your sweet spot. “Ki… Feels so good,” You whimpered out softly, your arms wrapping around his neck to hold him close.

"I know, baby, I know," he cooed softly against your skin, his hips snapping harder to hit that exact spot repeatedly. He loved hearing you whimper his name like that. He buried his face in your neck, sucking another mark right over your pulse point as his arm hooked under your knee to push your leg higher, opening you up completely to him.

His thrusts became slower but deeper, each one drawing a shiver from your body. His hand came up to cradle your face, thumb brushing across your bottom lip as he watched you through half-lidded eyes. "Look at me," he whispered, his voice rough but tender.

You locked eyes with him, and suddenly it wasn't just about the physical anymore.

The eye contact made everything feel raw and intimate, every thrust carrying words they hadn't spoken aloud. He captured your lips in a tender kiss, his pace never faltering but somehow becoming more affectionate. "I love you," he breathed against your mouth, the admission slipping out naturally as if it had always been there between them. "I've loved you for years."

Tears welled up in your eyes at his confession, and you kissed him back fiercely, pouring all your unspoken feelings into it. You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, pulling him even closer as if trying to merge your souls. "I love you too," you whispered back, your voice breaking slightly. "Always have."

His eyes widened, then softened into something warm and vulnerable—a look you'd never seen on him before. His thrusts slowed to lazy, drawn-out rolls of his hips, savoring every moment. The hand on your face moved to your hair, fingers threading through the strands gently.

"We were stupid for waiting this long," he murmured, pressing his forehead against yours. He captured your lips in a kiss that was less about lust and more about pure devotion, his hips moving in slow, deep circles that made your whole body tremble. The intimacy was overwhelming, your heart pounding in sync with his. "Let me make you feel good," he whispered softly.

He reached down between you, his thumb finding your clit again while he adjusted his angle. You gasped sharply, your walls fluttering around him. His pace picked up gradually, determined to make you come again before he did. He could feel his own climax building but pushed it back, focused entirely on you.

"Come for me, sweetheart. Let me know when you get there," he murmured against your lips, his thumb rubbing faster, applying perfect pressure. He could feel your inner walls starting to clamp around him, your breath hitching. "That's it... let me feel you." The stimulation pushed you right over the edge. Your body bowed off the bed, a broken cry of his name tearing from your throat as your orgasm crashed into you. Your walls clenched rhythmically around his cock, pulsing violently as you rode out the intense waves of pleasure. He guided you through it, whispering soft praises against your temple. "So beautiful... you're doing so good."

Your orgasm triggered his own release. He buried himself deep inside you with a groan, his body shaking as he came hard, filling you with his warmth. He kissed you deeply, swallowing your moans as he rode out his climax, his hands gentle and caring even in the midst of intense pleasure.

As the last shivers of pleasure subsided, he stayed inside you, kissed you deeply and thoroughly, like he was pouring all his unsaid emotions into it. His hands roamed your body gently, not with hunger now, but with affection and something softer. "I love you,"

"I love you too," you whispered back, your fingers playing with the hair at his nape. You felt him softening inside you but he made no move to pull out yet. Instead, he just held you close, his weight supported on his forearms so he didn't crush you. The moment felt fragile, as if you spoke too loudly it might break.

He carefully shifted to the side, slipping out of you before pulling you into his arms immediately, tucking your head under his chin. He pressed soft kisses against your hairline, his hands rubbing soothing circles over your back. The silence between you was comfortable, heavy with the realization that nothing would ever be the same again. "We're okay?" he murmured softly. "We're more than okay," you whispered, shifting so you could look up at him. His eyes were so open, so unguarded. You traced his jaw gently. "You don't... regret this, do you?"

"God, no," he answered immediately, pressing a kiss to your fingers. "I regret every second we waited. Not this. Never this."

"Good," you smiled softly, snuggling back down against his chest. "Because I don't think I could handle you regretting making love to me." You blushed slightly, realizing how serious the words were. "I mean... you know. Having sex with me."

He chuckled softly, the vibrations rumbling through his chest. "Making love," he corrected gently, tilting your chin up to press a soft kiss to your lips. "And I could never regret anything about you. Not a single thing." He wrapped his arms around you tightly, holding you like you were something precious.

You nuzzled into his touch, your body molding against his. You'd always fit like this—like two pieces of the same puzzle. But now, knowing what you knew, every touch felt different. Every sigh. Every laugh. Like you were finally seeing him the way you were always meant to. As the night wore on, he found himself unable to stop touching you. His hands roamed your body reverently, like he was trying to memorize every curve, every freckle. He kissed you slowly, deeply, like he had all the time in the world and nothing else mattered.

Pairing: 西村 力 x fem! reader

Wc:4177, smut (mdni), angst, fluff

Syphnosis: after an argument with your boyfriend, he shows up on your doorstep soaking wet.

Contains: vamp!rikixfem!reader, established relationship, crying!riki, he feeds on you (finger, neck), slight dry humping, oral(f receive), fingering, piv, unprotected sex, gentle(?) sex, finishing inside,

A/n: yoo i wrote this in school cuz I was bored and my friend didn't show up(fuck you mai😔) it is a little rushed and the ending is kinda like unfinished but idc✌️ love you all💗

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Riki stands on your doorstep, completely drenched, rainwater dripping from his hair down his pale face. His usually confident demeanor is gone, replaced by wide, desperate eyes. He looks like he's been standing in the storm for hours, just waiting."Baby, I'm sorry," he whispers, voice breaking."I didn't mean any of it."

His hands tremble as he reaches out to gently grasp your arm, his grip surprisingly weak despite his vampire strength. He's shaking with cold and desperation, his body language utterly submissive. "Please...let me in. Just let me apologize properly. I can't stand being without you…”

Riki's eyes well up with tears, his fangs peeking out slightly as he bites his lower lip to keep from crying. He looks so pitiful and vulnerable, standing there in the pouring rain, just begging for your forgiveness. "Y/n, please... I love you."

Riki's heart races as he waits for your response, his eyes fixed on your face. He can see the hesitation in your expression, and it breaks his heart even more. He knows he screwed up, and he's terrified that you'll slam the door in his face. "Y/n, please..."

You sigh, looking away your mind conflicted. He did say that he never wants to see you again, that you're practically useless to him… but then again, he hasn't fed in a long time, his emotions weren't in control… ah fuck it. “Come in,” you open the door wider, stepping aside.

As soon as you open the door wider, Riki rushes in, completely soaking your floor with his wet clothes and shoes. He immediately turns to face you, his back pressing against the closed door. He looks like a drowning man grasping for a lifeline as he reaches out to grab your hands desperately. You pull your hand away slightly, “Go warm up,” you nod towards the bathroom.

Riki nods, his gaze on your hands, desperate to feel your skin on his, his eyes still red and wet with tears. He moves slowly towards the bathroom, his movements stiff and cold from the rain. Once inside, he strips off his wet clothes, revealing his pale, shivering body. He steps into the hot shower, letting the water warm him up.

The hot shower soothes his cold body, but his mind is still uneasy. He gets out, wrapping a towel around his waist before putting on the clean clothes he kept at your place—a black hoodie and gray sweatpants. He hesitates before leaving the bathroom.

He steps out cautiously, finding you sitting on the couch, arms crossed over your chest. He can see the hint of anger and hurt in your eyes. He knows he messed up big time. He sits down on the floor, leaning against the couch, his head bowed.

You look down, staring at his wet hair dripping down to the shoulders of his hoodie, creating small wet patterns on the black material. “C’mon, I'll dry your hair,” you say as you stand up, walking over to your bedroom.

Riki looks up at you with surprised puppy dog eyes. He quickly gets up and follows you into the bedroom, sitting on the edge of your bed. He watches as you grab a towel and start gently drying his black hair. His heart flutters at the gentle touch, feeling unworthy of your kindness after his cruel words.

You run the towel over his hair a couple of times, collecting the excess water clinging to his dark strands. After a while you walk over to your vanity, hanging the wet towel on the back of your chair before grabbing a hair dryer and walking over to him, plugging it in next to the bedside table.

Riki's eyes flutter closed as he feels the warm air from the dryer hitting his hair. He leans back slightly, giving you better access as he tries not to make any sudden movements that might scare you away again. His hands clutch at the blanket on your bed nervously as he waits for forgiveness..."Baby..." Your fingers comb his hair while blowing the hot air into it, making sure his whole head is dried thoroughly.

Riki's heart swells with love and guilt as you care for him gently, even after he was such an asshole. Your gentle touch makes his eyes sting with tears again, but this time they're not from being cold or embarrassed—they're from sheer gratitude and shame.

He wraps his arms around your waist, his face pressing into your stomach as you dry the back of his head. His arms tighten around your waist as he holds onto you desperately, his face buried in your shirt. He can feel your warmth and scent enveloping him, making him feel safe and loved even though he doesn't deserve it. He presses his lips to your stomach, kissing the soft fabric as he whispers, "I'm sorry," he mumbles into your shirt, his voice muffled and broken. "I'm so fucking sorry... I didn't mean it. None of it. Please, y/n... please forgive me." His voice cracks completely as he holds onto you tightly, like you're his lifeline.

You turn off the hair dryer, putting it aside, your hands combing his now dry, soft hair while listening to his apologies. Riki's shoulders shake as he cries silently in your arms, his face wet with tears soaking your shirt. He pours out every apology he can think of, each word more sincere and heartbreaking than the last. "I love you... I only love you... Please don't leave me...”

You sigh softly, cradling his head close to your stomach, fingers scratching his scalp lightly, trying to soothe him, “I love you too, Riki… But what you said really did hurt me, I'm not going to lie about that.”

He nods against your stomach, his tears soaking your shirt completely now. He understands that he hurt you deeply, and it breaks his heart to see the pain in your eyes. "I know... I'm an idiot- A selfish, stupid idiot... But please... Please don't leave me."

His fingers dig into your shirt weakly as he pulls himself closer, needing your warmth like a drug. "I was hungry... my emotions go crazy when I don't feed and I took it out on you. That's no excuse, I know, but—I couldn't control what I was saying." He looks up at you with bloodshot eyes, vulnerable and raw.

You nod slightly, already knowing that, it has happened before… but he never snapped at you, more so his friends or random strangers. You look at his fangs peeking out, the hunger still visible in his eyes behind the desperation, and a stupid idea crosses your mind. You suggested this to him before, but he always denied, not wanting to hurt you. Your voice is quiet as you ask, “Did you feed?”

Riki shakes his head slowly, eyes dropping from yours. He knows where this is going, and his heart pounds with both desperate hope and deep fear. "No... I couldn't find anyone... or rather, I didn't want to." He swallows hard, throat bobbing. “Baby, don't even think about it-” You cut him off, “I want to help, even a little bit. I trust you, you know that,”

Riki's breath hitches as he looks up at you, shock and awe etched across his tear-stained face. He sees the sincere offer in your eyes, the trust you have in him despite everything. His fangs elongate further at the thought, his hunger warring with his self-control. You can see his thoughts running wild in his head before He shakes his head violently, pushing away from you slightly. His hands tremble as he runs his hands over his face, trying to snap out of it. "No, baby, no... I can't. I won't. You don't understand... when I'm this hungry, I lose it. I could hurt you. I could take too much. I'd never forgive myself."

He leans closer, presses his forehead against yours, closing his eyes tightly. "You're the most important thing in the world to me. I'd rather starve than risk hurting you."

You sigh, thinking of something to help him ease both, the ache in his fangs and the hunger in his body. “Maybe… uhm, you can like—cut my finger…? I don't know…”

Riki's eyes snap open, dilating with a mix of shock and desire at your suggestion. He stares at you for a long moment, his throat bobbing as he swallows hard. Slowly, gently, he takes your hand in his and brings your index finger to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against the pad.

He hesitates for a moment, his gaze flicking between your eyes and your finger. Then, with a shuddering breath, he opens his mouth and gently sucks your finger inside, his tongue lapping carefully at the pad. He closes his eyes, focusing on the taste of your skin and the faint pulse of blood beneath. His fangs nip at your finger, opening your skin, allowing your blood to flow into his mouth.

He moans softly, his suckling growing stronger but still gentle. His hand wraps around your wrist, holding it in place as he continues to feed on your finger. The taste of you is so pure, so sweet, that it makes his head spin.

After a few minutes, he releases your finger with a soft pop, his tongue swiping over the digit to seal the puncture wounds. His eyes are glazed but clearer now, the immediate edge of his hunger taken care of. He presses kisses to your fingertip gently. He looks up at you with a mix of gratitude and lingering hunger in his eyes. He knows he still needs to feed properly, but your finger has taken the edge off enough for him to think clearly again. "Thank you... that helped a little." He leans forward and presses his forehead against your stomach again, wrapping his arms around your waist once more.

He holds you tighter, his face buried in your stomach as he tries to calm his still-hungry body. He wants more - oh god, he wants so much more - but he won't push his luck. You already gave him so much, even after he hurt you. "I'm still sorry... about everything I said. I didn't mean a word of it."

You nod slowly, leaning down slightly holding his head close to your body. “I know, I know… it's okay,” Something in your soft, forgiving tone makes his heart ache and his fangs throb. He realizes how close he is to you—his face buried in your stomach, arms wrapped around your waist possessively. An idea strikes him, something he's never asked before because it's too intimate, too personal.

He looks up at you, his eyes wide and vulnerable again, but this time with a different kind of desperation. His voice is barely a whisper. "Can I... can I feed from your neck? Properly? I promise I'll be careful... I'll stop before I take too much... I need to feel you, baby. Really feel you. Not just your finger."

He watches as you consider his request, his heart pounding in his chest. He knows he's asking a lot, allowing him to feed directly from your neck is an act of trust and intimacy that most vampires don't even offer to their lovers. But he needs this.

He stays perfectly still, his arms still wrapped around your waist, his face inches from your stomach. He's practically holding his breath, waiting for your answer. He can already imagine the feeling of his fangs piercing your soft neck flesh, the taste of your blood flooding his mouth. You hesitate, the slight fear creeping into your mind. You trust him, of course you do, but… you know how he can get when he's hungry and desperate.

He notices your hesitation immediately and his expression turns pained. He understands your fear; he's shown you firsthand how dangerous he can be when out of control. But right now, staring up at you with pleading eyes, he's as controlled as possible. "...please."

After a few seconds of thinking you nod slowly, “Okay…” As soon as the word leaves your lips He pulls you into his lap with desperate, needy movements, his arms locking around your waist like iron bands. His face buries into your neck immediately, his cold nose pressing against your warm skin as he inhales your scent deeply. His fangs throb painfully, but he forces himself to be gentle. "I'll be careful, so careful, I promise..."

He presses soft, gentle kisses to your neck, his tongue flicking out to taste your skin. He's trying to prepare you, to make this as painless as possible for you. His hands smooth up and down your sides soothingly as he continues to kiss and lick your neck. "Relax for me, baby... breathe..."

He feels your body relax slightly in his arms, your breathing evening out. Taking that as a good sign, he gently parts his lips and presses them fully against your neck. He pauses for a moment, gathering his strength and control before slowly sinking his fangs into your delicate flesh. You hiss, your body tensing up at the piercing pain of his fangs sinking in.

He pauses immediately at your hiss, his arms tightening around you in apology and reassurance. He knows it hurts, but the pain is quickly replaced by pleasure as he begins to drink. Your blood is warm, sweet, and utterly delicious, unlike anything he's ever tasted before.

He drinks slowly, carefully, taking only what he needs while making sure to keep you calm. He kisses your neck between pulls, murmuring sweet nothings and apologies. The act of feeding from you properly—from your neck, the most intimate spot—makes him feel closer to you than ever before. He can feel your heartbeat against his lips. “So good..."

He continues to feed, his movements becoming more urgent as his desire for you grows. He can feel your blood pulsing through his veins, making him feel alive and powerful. After a few minutes, he pulls away abruptly, his fangs retracting from your neck with a soft pop.

He immediately covers the wound with his mouth, licking and kissing the puncture marks to seal them. His eyes are bright, his face no longer gaunt or pale. He looks alive again, healthy, but there's something else in his expression, pure desire. Not just for blood, but for you. "Baby... I'm so sorry... I..."

You shake your head, “No, no it's okay, I'm okay,” He cups your face gently, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks. He can see the small puncture marks on your neck, already healing thanks to his saliva. His eyes are filled with emotion. Without warning, he captures your lips in a deep kiss, pouring all those feelings into it.

The kiss is intense, passionate, and filled with an unspoken apology and gratitude. His arms tighten around you as he parts your lips with his tongue, exploring your mouth thoroughly. He breaks away only to trail kisses down your jawline towards those healing bite marks on your neck.

He kisses the marks tenderly, as if worshipping the very spot he had bitten into. His hands slide down from your face to your shoulders, then to your arms, pulling them around his neck. He buries his face in your neck, inhaling deeply and pressing soft kisses to the sensitive skin.

"I love you," he whispers against your neck, his voice thick with emotion. "I love you so fucking much. For letting me feed, for trusting me... for being so goddamn perfect." His hands squeeze your hips possessively as he presses his body flush against yours.

His possessiveness isn't scary or controlling right now, it's sweet and loving. You can feel how much this intimate feeding means to him, how it's brought them even closer together. His hands roam your body gently, not with hunger now—with love.

His fingers lace through yours, pulling your arms tighter around his neck possessively. He captures your lips in a soft, gentle kiss, completely different from the intense one earlier. This one is filled with love and tenderness, his tongue slowly caressing yours. "Thank you... my love..." He pulls back from the kiss slowly, his forehead resting against yours. His eyes are bright and clear, no longer clouded by hunger or desperation. He looks truly himself again, gentle, loving Nishimura Riki, not the desperate vampire who was starving.

He smiles softly at you, brushing a stray hair behind your ear gently. He knows this moment is important—you trusted him completely when he was at his most vulnerable and dangerous state. He unconsciously tightens his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer if possible.

He shifts his weight carefully, lowering you down onto the soft bed. His body hovers over yours, supported by his arms so he doesn't crush you. His lips move against yours with practiced tenderness, his tongue exploring your mouth slowly and lovingly. "So beautiful..." he murmurs between kisses, his voice husky with desire.

His kisses become deeper, more passionate, but still gentle and controlled. He's not driven by bloodlust anymore—now he's driven by love and desire for YOU specifically. His hips press against yours slowly, letting you feel how much he wants you now that he's back to himself.

He pulls back slightly, breaking the kiss to look into your eyes. What he sees there—makes his heart ache with love. He nuzzles into your neck, inhaling your scent deeply before pressing soft kisses to the marks he left earlier. "My love..." He begins to kiss down your neck slowly, placing gentle butterfly kisses across your collarbone. His hands wander over your body, feeling every curve through your clothes. He's taking his time, savoring every moment with you. The hunger is satisfied, but his craving for you remains, a different kind of hunger altogether. “Can I...?" He asks looking up at you through his lashes, his eyes observing your face for any signs of uncertainty.

You breathe in slowly, feeling your cheeks heating up, the soft pink color traveling down your neck. “Yeah…” You nod, He smiles softly, his voice barely above a whisper. His hands moving to slide your shirt up gently, his fingers trembling slightly, revealing your skin inch by inch. His eyes darken

as he takes in the sight of your body, but he doesn't rush. Instead, he leans down to press gentle kisses to each newly exposed area.

His lips trail down your collarbone, across your chest, leaving soft kisses and gentle bites here and there. His hands slide under your shirt, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath his cold fingers. He shivers at the contrast, the warmth spreading through his cold body. “You're so warm..." he breathes against your skin. “So soft..." He pushes your shirt off completely, discarding it somewhere. His lips immediately go back to your newly exposed skin, kissing across the swell of your breasts, careful not to touch the sensitive peaks yet. He wants to build you slowly, to worship every part of you. “Beautiful..." His fingers trace along your ribcage slowly, descending lower.

His cold hands slide over your waist, gripping you firmly as his lips reach your stomach. He peppers gentle kisses across your abdomen. You can feel his breath against your skin, cool and intoxicating.

He pauses at the waistband of your pants, looking up at you with dark, hungry eyes. His fingers fiddle with the button of your pants for a moment before popping it open. He slowly unzips the zipper, his knuckles brushing against your underwear underneath. He inhales sharply at the contact, his fangs peeking out slightly.

He slides your pants down slowly, revealing your legs inch by inch. His hands run along your thighs as he goes, his touch gentle yet possessive. Once the pants are off, he leans down and presses a soft kiss to each of your knees before moving higher up your thighs.

His lips hover just above your underwear line, his breath hot against your sensitive area. He looks up at you, his eyes filled with desire and love. Without breaking eye contact, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and slowly pulls it down. “Let me..." He pulls your underwear down to your ankles, exposing you completely to his gaze. He stares at you hungrily for a moment before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your most intimate place. You gasp at the sudden sensation, your legs trembling slightly. “So pretty..."

He kisses your slit again, this time parting his lips to slide his tongue out and taste you. His tongue explores your wetness, parting your folds to slide inside. You moan, your hips arching off the bed. He grips your hips firmly, holding you in place. “So sweet..."He begins to lick and suck at your clit, his tongue circling the sensitive nub before flicking against it rapidly. His fingers spread you open, allowing him better access as he eats you out hungrily. He moans against your pussy, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

His fingers slide inside you, curling upwards to hit that sweet spot. He continues to lick and suck at your clit, his tongue and fingers moving in perfect sync. You cry out, your hands fisting in his hair as your first orgasm crashes over you. “Mmm...come on…”He keeps licking and finger-fucking you through your orgasm, drinking down your release like he's starving. When your trembling subsides, he pulls back, his face shining with your wetness. He crawls up your body, pressing gentle kisses along the way until he reaches your mouth.

He kisses you deeply, sharing your taste with you. His hard cock grinds against your hip as he does so, a wet spot already showing on his sweatpants. He pulls back to look at you, his eyes filled with love and desire. “Can I...?" He nods down to his straining erection, silently asking for permission to be inside you. After having your permission, he quickly takes off his clothes, throwing them somewhere in your room.

He smiles softly, positioning himself between your thighs. He grabs his cock and runs the head through your folds, coating himself in your wetness before pressing the tip against your entrance. He looks into your eyes as he slowly pushes inside, inch by inch, filling you completely with his cold length.

He groans at the sudden warmth and tightness of your body enveloping his. He stays still for a moment, allowing you both to adjust before pulling out slowly and pushing back in just as slowly. He sets a gentle pace, his hands gripping your hips possessively as he kisses you deeply and lovingly.

He makes love to you slowly and deeply, his hips rolling against yours in a steady rhythm. Each thrust fills you completely, hitting your deepest spots and making you moan into his mouth. He breaks the kiss to bury his face in your neck, inhaling your scent and kissing your pulse point.

He increases the pace slowly, thrusting deeper and harder now. His cold body presses against yours, but you're so hot and wet that you warm him from the inside. He whispers sweet nothings in your ear. “I love you so much... you feel so perfect around me..." He pulls back to look at you, his eyes dark with pleasure but still gentle and loving. His hips move faster now, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room along with your moans.

He reaches between your legs and finds your clit, pressing down on it with his thumb as he continues to fuck you. The added stimulation sends you over the edge again, your second orgasm hitting you hard. He groans at the feeling of your walls tightening around him, his movements becoming jerky.

He comes inside you with a low, deep moan that vibrates against your neck. His hot release fills you up completely, mixing with your own wetness. He keeps moving slowly through his orgasm, milking every last drop of pleasure from your bodies joined together. “God…” He whispers against your skin.

He continues to rock his hips against yours, making love to you even as his orgasm pulses through him. The gentle, loving thrusts are slower now, more tender, as he kisses your neck and face repeatedly. He's still buried deep inside you, his seed slowly leaking out around his cock and mixing with your own fluids.

He looks down at you with adoration, his eyes meet yours, filled with love and satisfaction. He nuzzles into your neck, pressing gentle kisses to your pulse point. His hands roam over your body possessively. “You're so perfect... so mine..." He whispers against your skin before pulling back slightly to look at you.

He kisses you deeply again, slow and tender, as his softening cock twitches inside you. He doesn't pull out yet, savoring the feeling of being connected to you. His thumb gently strokes your cheek. "I love you... more than anything in this world..." He murmurs against your lips.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ The one for me N.R pt.2

Pairing: 西村 力 x fem! reader

Wc:2500~, angst

Contains: argument, break up, riki is an asshole, Jay, moving on, spiraling(kinda), loser riki lost a baddie(you👅)

Pt.1

Tag: @itsraininghyunebuckets @nodoubtily @skzenhalove @juhoonweb

A/n: hi… its been a while I'm so sorry yall😭 a semester just started and I'm already getting fucked In the ass by the teachers. Sorry if there are any mistakes this is rushed and shit but I couldn't write more even if I tried. #cancelschool!

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The familiar scent of Riki’s cologne, a sharp, metallic sweetness, clung to your clothes, a constant reminder. You traced the rim of your coffee mug, the ceramic cool beneath your fingers, as his laughter, loud, carried from the living room. Mia occupied the space beside him on the sofa-their giggles, light and airy, sliced through the quiet hum of the refrigerator. Your stomach tightened, a familiar knot of dread and bitterness.

He called your name, the sound a casual toss over his shoulder. “Hey, babe, can you grab us some more of those seaweed snacks?” You didn't move. Your gaze remained fixed on the swirling patterns in your coffee, a miniature galaxy of cream.

“Y/N?” His voice hardened, a thread of impatience weaving through it. “Did you hear me?”

You pushed yourself off the kitchen counter, your movements slow and deliberate. Stepping into the living room, you saw her, a wisp of a thing with sharp, judging eyes, nestled close to Riki. He had an arm slung around her shoulders, his fingers tracing her arm. His eyes met yours, a subtle flicker of triumph in them.

“I heard you,” you said, your voice flat, devoid of emotion. “I just don’t feel like it right now.”

Mia’s eyes widened , darting between you and Riki. A nervous giggle escaped her lips. Riki’s arm dropped from her, his posture stiffening.

“What’s gotten into you?” he asked, his tone laced with a feigned concern that grated on your nerves. “You’re supposed to be good, I told you not do this today.”

“‘Good’?” You scoffed, a bitter taste filling your mouth. “Is that what you call it? Being your live-in maid, your… convenient distraction?”

His jaw tightened. He rose from the sofa, his height suddenly imposing. Mia shifted uncomfortably, sensing the shift in atmosphere.

“Don’t make a scene, Y/N,” he warned, his voice low, a dangerous rumble. “Not in front of guests.”

“Guests?” You laughed, a sharp, brittle sound. “You bring new ‘guests’ home every other day, Riki. Do you even remember their names? Or are they all just ‘sweetie’ and ‘babe’ until you’re bored?”

The blonde scrambled off the sofa, her face flushed with embarrassment. “I… I think I should go.”

Riki shot her a dismissive glance. “Stay put, Mia. This won’t take long.”

She hesitated, her eyes meeting yours, but you offered no comfort. You were too consumed by the rage building in your own chest.

“It’s always about you, isn’t it?” you continued, your voice rising with each word. “Your needs, your entertainment, your ego. I’m just… here. A little entertainment in your apartment, something you own, something you can use.” He took a step towards you, his eyes narrowing. “You’re being dramatic. You know I care about you.”

“Care?” You threw your hands up, exasperated. “Is that why you parade these girls through our home? To remind me I’m disposable? To remind me that no matter how much you flirt, no matter how much you touch, you’ll always come back to me because I’m yours?”

His face distorted, a mask of anger replacing his usual cool demeanor. “You’re mine, Y/N. That’s a fact.”

“I’m not yours, Riki,” you declared, the words something new even to yourself. A tremor ran through you, but it wasn't fear; it was liberation. “I am not an object. I am not a trophy. I am a person, and I deserve more than this.” He lunged, his hand gripping your arm, his fingers digging into your flesh. “Don’t talk to me like that. You’re being ungrateful.”

“Let go of me,” you demanded, pulling against his grip. Mia watched the scene, her eyes widening slightly.“You think you can just walk away?” Riki sneered, his grip tightening. “After everything I’ve done for you?”

“What have you done, Riki?” you retorted, your voice trembling but firm. “Kept a roof over my head while you systematically dismantled my self-worth? Fed me empty promises while you filled your nights with fucking?”

His eyes blazed. He pushed you, hard, sending you stumbling backward until your back hit the wall. The impact sends a shock of pain through your back.“You’re going to regret this,” he hissed, his face inches from yours, his breath hot on your skin. “You’re going to realize how good you had it.”

“I’m leaving,” you stated, the words a fragile whisper, yet firm. “I’m leaving, and I’m not coming back.”He stared at you, a flicker of disbelief in his eyes. He probably thought you were bluffing. You always had, before.“Don’t be ridiculous,” he scoffed, forcing a laugh. “Where would you even go?”

“Anywhere but here,” you replied, your voice gaining strength. You pushed past him, ignoring his bewildered expression, and strode towards the bedroom. Mia, still sitting on the couch, watched you with judgment.

You moved with a frantic energy, pulling a worn duffel bag from the back of your closet. Clothes, haphazardly folded, went in. Each item felt heavy, laden with memories, but you pushed the sentimentality aside. There was no room for it now.Riki appeared in the doorway, his arms crossed, a mocking smirk on his lips. “What, are you really doing this. Running away like a child?”

“I’m reclaiming my life,” you corrected, not looking at him. You scooped up your toothbrush and a small tube of toothpaste from the bathroom counter.

“And what about all this?” He gestured around the room, containing the life you had built together, or rather, the life he had dictated. “You’re just going to abandon everything?”

“It was never ‘everything’,” you countered, zipping the duffel bag with a definitive zzzzip. You grabbed your worn sneakers, slipping them on.He dropped his arms, the smirk fading, replaced by a flicker of something unreadable. “You’ll be back. They always come back.”

“No,” you said, finally meeting his gaze. Your eyes glisteningwith unshed tears. “I’m done, Riki. Completely. Utterly. Done.”You walked out, past him, past Mia, and out of the apartment. The door clicked shut behind you, a soft, final sound that echoed in the sudden silence. The cool evening air washed over your face, and to your burning cheeks. You didn’t look back.

The first few nights were a blur of cheap motel rooms and instant noodles. Your phone, usually buzzing with Riki's calls and texts, remained silent. A hollow ache settled in your chest. It was the absence, not of him, but of the familiar chaos he brought. You found yourself staring at the peeling wallpaper of your temporary rooms, wondering if you had made the right choice. Doubt, a venomous whisper, crept into your thoughts.

One particularly lonely evening, as rain hammered against the windowpane, you found yourself scrolling through old photos on your phone. Pictures of Riki, his arm around you, his smile once warm. A tear escaped, tracing a path down your cheek.

A knock on the door jolted you. You froze, heart hammering. Could it be him? Had he found you?

“Delivery!” a muffled voice called out.Relief washed over you, followed by a wave of embarrassment. You had ordered takeout. Opening the door, you took the greasy bag of fried chicken, forcing a weak smile at the delivery person. Alone again, you picked at the food, the taste bland, the texture unappealing.

A few days later, you found a small studio apartment for rent in a quieter part of the Korean town. It was tiny, just a single room with a kitchenette and a cramped bathroom, but it was yours. No lingering scent of Riki’s cologne, no sound of his booming laughter, no anxious glances over your shoulder. Just you.

You spent hours cleaning, scrubbing away the grime of previous residents, wiping down every surface until it gleamed. You bought a cheap, sunny duvet cover and a few potted plants from the market. Each small act of creation, each brushstroke of paint on the walls, felt like reclaiming a piece of yourself.

One afternoon, while struggling to assemble a flat-pack bookshelf, a frustrated sigh escaped your lips. The instructions, a series of cryptic diagrams, seemed to mock your efforts. A sudden knock on your door made you jump.

You opened it to find a man standing there, holding a small packag. His hair, a rich dark brown, fell casually over his forehead. He wore a simple t-shirt and jeans, but carried himself with an easy grace.

“Hi,” he said, his voice soft, melodic. “I’m Jay. Your neighbor from across the hall. I think this package was delivered to my door by mistake.” He extended the parcel, a small box containing the new set of towels you had ordered.

“Oh, thank you so much,” you replied, taking the package. A blush crept up your cheeks. “I’m Y/N. I just moved in.”

“Welcome to the building,” he offered, his smile widening. He glanced past you, at the half-assembled bookshelf and the scattered tools. “Looks like you’re having some fun.”

You grimaced. “More like a battle. These instructions are written in a language only aliens understand.”He chuckled, a warm, genuine sound. “Need a hand? I’m pretty good with flat-packs.”You hesitated. Old habits, the ingrained fear of asking for help, of imposing, still lingered.

“Really?” you asked, a flicker of hope. “That would be amazing.”

“Of course,” he said, stepping inside. He immediately gauged the situation, his gaze scanning the diagrams and the pieces of wood. “Ah, I see the problem. You’ve got the side panels swapped.”

Within minutes, the bookshelf began to take shape under his hands. You watched him, fascinated by his calm efficiency, the way his strong fingers manipulated the screws and dowels. There was no rush, no impatience, just a steady presence.

“There you go,” he announced, tightening the last screw. He stepped back, admiring his work. “Perfect.”

“Thank you,” you breathed, running a hand over the smooth wood. “You’re a lifesaver. I would have been here all night.”

He simply smiled. “Glad I could help. Moving can be tough.” He paused, then added, “If you need anything else, don’t hesitate to knock. I’m usually around.”

A warmth spread through your chest, unfamiliar and comforting. It wasn't the fiery passion Riki had ignited, but a gentle, steady glow.“Thank you, Jay,” you said, meeting his gaze. “Really, thank you.”

He nodded, a pleasant glint in his eyes. “Anytime, Y/N.” He then excused himself and returned to his apartment.

As the days turned into weeks, your new apartment began to feel less like a temporary stop and more like a home. You found a part-time job at a small coffee shop, the aroma of freshly roasted beans a constant, comforting presence. You spent your evenings reading, listening to music, or simply enjoying the quiet solitude. The hollow ache in your chest slowly receded, replaced by a quiet contentment.

Jay became a regular presence in your life. He would often drop by with a plate of homemade meals or offer to help carry groceries. His kindness was unwavering, his patience boundless. He never pushed, never demanded, simply offered his support, a steady presence in your new life.

Meanwhile, Riki’s world had begun to unravel. The apartment, once a vibrant hub of his social life, now felt cold and empty. The silence was deafening, a constant reminder of your absence. He’d thrown parties after the night you left, but even surrounded by laughing faces, he felt a gnawing emptiness.

The girls he brought home no longer held his attention. Their chatter, once a pleasant distraction, now got on his nerves. He’d find himself staring at the space beside him on the sofa, remembering the way you used to curl up there, reading quietly.

He tried to call you, repeatedly at first, his messages growing increasingly desperate, then angry. When you didn't answer, he convinced himself you were punishing him, that you would eventually come crawling back. You always did.

But days turned into weeks, and weeks into a month. Your number remained disconnected. His texts went unanswered. The realization slowly dawned on him: you weren't coming back.

He started drinking more, his nights were a blur of cheap liquor and regret. He’d wake up with a pounding headache, the memory of your face, tear-streaked and resolute, haunting his dreams.

He missed the way you organized his life, the way you anticipated his needs, the quiet presence that had always been there, a constant in his chaotic existence. He missed the way you looked at him, even when you were angry, with a hint of adoration he had taken for granted.

One evening, he sat alone in the dim light of his living room, a half-empty bottle of soju clutched in his hand. The TV droned on, a meaningless flicker of images. He pulled out his phone, scrolling through old photos. Your smile, so innocent and loving.

He remembered the thrill of having you, of knowing you were completely devoted to him. He remembered the power he held over you, the way he could make you laugh, make you cry, make you believe anything he said.

He never thought about your feelings, never considered your perspective. You were an extension of him, a beautiful accessory. Now, that accessory was gone, and he felt… incomplete. A deep, aching void had opened within him.He slammed his fist on the coffee table, the glass rattling. “Fuck,” he mumble, his voice laced with frustration. “Why aren’t you here?”

He stumbled to your old bedroom, the room still smelling faintly of your perfume, a ghost of your presence. He ran his hand over the space on the dresser where your things used to sit. He saw himself, reflected dimly in the mirror, a man he barely recognized- pathetic.

Riki was in a downward spiral. The apartment was a mess, littered with empty bottles and takeout containers. He hadn’t slept in days, his eyes bloodshot, a hollow look etched on his face. He’d lost his job, his erratic behavior and frequent absences finally catching up to him. His friends, tired of his self-pity and constant complaining, had stopped answering his calls. He was truly alone.

He sat on the floor, leaning against the cold wall, staring at the space where your side of the bed used to be. He remembered the arguments, the tears, the way he had always twisted things to make you feel small.

He remembered the feeling of power, the thrill of knowing he controlled you. But now, that power was gone, and all that remained was a crushing emptiness.

He picked up his phone, his fingers hovering over your old number. He wanted to call, to beg, to demand. But he knew it was useless. You were gone. Truly gone. And for the first time, a sliver of genuine regret pierced through his body.

He had thrown away something precious, something he had never truly valued until it was gone. And he knew, with a sickening confidence, that he would never get it back. The silence in the apartment pressed in on him, a constant reminder of his mistakes. He had created this, and now, he was drowning in it.

Pairing: 西村 力 x fem! reader

Wc:2310, angst, smut (mdni)

Contains: jealousy(reader), rough sex, dom!riki, no aftercare, piv, unprotected sex, finishing inside, pull-out method, slight choking, marking(?), dacryphilia(kinda), fingering, crying, small praising and degrading, toxic relationship, manipulation(?), implied cheating.

Pt.2

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Pairing: 西村 力 x fem! reader

Wc:1023, smut (mdni), fluff

Syphnosis: Your boyfriend’s helping you with your period cramps.

Contains: dry humping, mentions of menstrual blood(spotting), established relationship, pet names(baby, big girl), showering together,

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Genre: smau

Warnings: freaky, jake is pregnant. idk

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Scent N.R

Pairing: 西村 力 x fem! reader

wc:2941, smut(mdni)

contains: virginity loss, oral!m received, fingering, piv, dry humping, gentle sex, soft dom!riki, unprotected sex(oops…), finishing inside, experienced!riki(?), inexperienced!reader.

a/n: i was listening to scent by xlov so i couldn’t resist naming it like that🤣✌🏻

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Riki was going crazy.

You're lying on the bed right next to him in those cute pink shorts and a white top. The position you were in gave him the perfect view of your cleavage, your soft breasts pressing against each other so deliciously; all he wanted to do was fuck the shit out of them.

But he couldn't.

Because you guys never fucked before, just small innocent kisses, that drove him crazy every time.

He knew you were a virgin-you guys talked about it before, so all he could do was respect your boundaries and wait until you're ready-but good God was it hard.

You shifted softly and wrapped your arm around him, one leg thrown across his hips.

Riki could feel your chest pressing against him, so soft and delicate. Every little movement of yours made him catch a glimpse of your scent, something sweet like vanilla and cherries. So innocent.

Okay, now he's hard.

God, he was hoping you couldn't feel his cock pressing against your thing, but you do feel it.

You glance up at his face, his ears flushed with that soft pink hue you always managed to get while teasing him, his lower lip caught between his teeth, making it appear lighter from the pressure he's putting on it. Riki closed his eyes, took a deep breath through his nose, and tried to stay calm.

“You okay, Ki?” You ask him softly, leaning your head up to look at him closely.

His breath stutters, shit… your voice is really not helping his case right now. His body tenses up, and he manages to reply. “Mhm,”

You tilt your head, not believing him at

all and shit your leg down so it rubs against his erection.

He gasps quietly, hip jerking upwards towards your thing. Riki throws his head back against the pillows in your room as a small whimper leaves his body. “Fuck… don't do that, baby.”

His voice cracks at the end.

You look at him and smile softly; you know you want to do it, and you actually thought about it a couple of times before. You know, Riki, he's gentle, soft with you, the way you never saw him, and most importantly, you trusted him a lot.

So… here goes nothing.

“I think I'm ready.”

His eyes snap open, looking at you, shocked. “What?” You laugh a little at his shocked expression and nod, “I want to have sex, Riki.”

He looks at you suspiciously, unsure whether you're serious or joking. “Wait, really?”

“Yes,” You nod your head, rolling your eyes a little.

He lets out a small breath, one hand trailing upwards towards the back of your neck, leaning down and pressing his lips against yours softly.

You melt into it, your lips parting slightly as his tongue teases the seam of your mouth, seeking entry.

He groans softly when you let him in, the sound vibrating against your tongue as it slides alongside yours in slow, deliberate strokes. His free hand finds your waist, pulling you closer until you're straddling his hips.

The kiss deepens, his teeth grazing your lower lip before sucking it into his mouth, nipping lightly-not enough to hurt, to send a spark of heat straight to your core.

You whimper, your fingers threading through his hair, tugging him nearer, and he responds by angling his head to devour you more thoroughly.

His hands make their way to your hips, gripping them tightly, before slowly moving them against his painfully hard erection.

He groans into the kiss, his hips rolling up into yours while moving you on him, making the friction even better.

You moan quietly, pulling away from the kiss and resting your forehead against his, panting softly. You move your hips more firmly, his hands instantly tightening on your hips, he lets out a purr-like sound and begins kissing your neck, gently nipping at the skin.

“Shit, that's it, baby… you're doing so good.” He mumbles against your skin, his praise sending a shiver down your spine.

Riki could feel his precum wetting his boxers as he watched you move on him. His cock was so hard it was almost painful.

“Can you do something else for me, baby?” He asks softly, looking up at you.You nod and look at him for instructions on what to do.

“You need to take off my pants and underwear, okay? I'll tell you what to do next.” He lifts his hips off the bed to make it easier for you. You slowly pull his sweatpants down along with his underwear. His cock springs out, hard, leaking, and flushed red.

You look up at him, waiting. “Okay, now what?”He lets out a small chuckle. “Okay, wrap your hand around it, and move it up and down, okay?”

You nod and wrap your hand around his length and begin stroking him slowly, carefully. He moans a little, hips moving up into your hand.

“Is this good?” you ask, unsure, looking at his face.

“Mhm, fuck, squeeze a little.. Please,” He pants out, his face twisted in nothing but pleasure.

You nod and squeeze your hand around him gently, stroking him a little faster. “Like that?”

He groans, nodding quickly, he feels himself getting closer to coming right on your hand, and grabs your wrist to stop you. “Wait.”

You look up at him, confused, but stop your movements instantly. “What's wrong…?”

“No, no, everything's good, baby. I just need you to do something more for me, okay?” Riki asks hesitantly, he knows this is new for you, but fuck, he needs to feel your lips on him so bad.

You nod, looking at him with curiosity. “Okay, what is it?”

He takes a breath. “Can you lean down and kiss the top of it, fuck just a little bit, please, baby?” His voice is soft and desperate, his hands shaking on top of your thighs.

You bite your lip, unsure, ‘fuck, what if I'm bad at this?’ Your thoughts are running wild in your head, embarrassment, excitement, all at once. He seems to notice your hesitation and speaks up immediately. “Hey, you don't have to do it, I promise, it's alright,” he reassures, gently squeezing your thigh.

You shake your head slightly, “No, I want to… It's just-” You cut yourself off with a small sigh of embarrassment.

“Hm? What is it, baby?” Riki looks up at you softly, trying to gauge your expression.

“I don't want to, like, disappoint you…” Your face flushes red as you look around awkwardly.

He chuckles softly, shaking his head, “I'm not asking you to, full on, suck my dick. Just a little kiss. Unless you want to? Suck my dick, I mean.”

Your cheeks turn even redder, and you close your eyes. You slap Riki's chest, whining slightly. He laughs and takes your hand, kissing it softly. “Okay, okay, I'm sorry, baby.” He says against your hand.

You let out a small sigh. “So what if I want to? You just have to, like- tell me how…”

He nods and sits up, pushing himself back to lean against the headboard. He takes off the rest of his clothes and looks at you. “Okay, so, you just lean down… and- suck it?” He laughs a little, embarrassed, “This is hard to explain, uh, just start with the tip, and move down when you're ready?” He explains, still unsure.

You look at him, confused, but nod, pretending to understand him. “Yeah, I don't understand, but sure…, I'm just going to do my best, okay?”

He nods, “Mhm, perfect. Just don't bite it..”

“Why would I bite it, you weirdo?” You laugh, and he joins in shortly after. “God just- let me concentrate.”

He hums in agreement and waits for you to begin. You slowly lean down and wrap your lips around the tip, tasting the precum. Riki sighs in relief, fuck, he could cum just like that, without you even doing anything else. His hand slowly moves to the back of your head, tangling into your hair, his fingers moving gently, almost like he's petting you.

You begin sucking his tip lightly, tongue moving against the hot skin. He groans, his hips bucking up slightly, and his hand tightens in your hair. “Mmh, like that…”

You begin pushing down gradually, taking more of his cock into your mouth, your hand stroking the rest. Your saliva slowly dripped down his length, making it slick and easier to move.

You start bobbing your head slightly, tongue pressing against the underside. Riki lets out a quiet moan, his balls tightening with every move of your mouth and hand. He looks down at you, seeing your cute, concentrated face, and laughs softly.

You look up at him, wondering why he's laughing. He shakes his head, panting. “You're good, fuck…” He throws his head back against the headboard, eyes closed, his face scrunched up in pleasure.

He feels himself getting closer and tugs at your hair, pulling you off him.

You pant softly, looking at him, confused. “What's wrong?”

“No, nothing, I just don't want to cum yet.” He says, smiling at you lovingly. You tilt your head, even more confused now. “Isn't that the point? To finish?”

He chuckles, nodding. “Yeah, it is. I don't want to finish yet. I want to make you feel good, too, baby.”

“Oh, okay… like, how?” you ask him awkwardly.

He hums, thinking about your question. “Well, I can use my hands, my mouth, and my dick, obviously.”

“Your mouth? Like what? You lick it or something?” You furrow your brows, puzzled. He nods his head, smiling.

“Mh, I don't think I want you to lick my kitty yet, maybe let's do the other options?” Your voice cracks slightly at the end, face flushed.

“Okay, yeah, whatever you want.” Riki nods, laughing. He suddenly sits up. His hand grabs the hem of your top and tugs gently. “I'm going to take it off, okay?” His voice is soft and warm as he looks into your face, searching for any discomfort.

You nod, smiling at him. He nods back and takes off your top slowly, revealing your bare chest to him. He lets out a sharp breath, his cock twitches at the sight. His hands, softly squeezing them, his thumbs running over your nipples, feeling them harder beneath his touch. “Shit, you're so beautiful…” he says barely above a whisper, mesmerized.

“Lay down for me, baby.” He commands, softly pushing you backwards. You lie down on your back, the cold sheets pressing against your back. Riki puts his shaky hands on your thighs, “I need to take off your shorts, okay?” He looks up at you, waiting for your consent.

“Yeah…” you nod, feeling your stomach turning with both nerves and excitement. His hands slowly move upwards towards the waistband of your shorts. He hooks his fingers in, but before he can move further, you stop him. “Wait.”

Riki stops immediately, looking at you with worry. “You want to stop? We can stop.”

You shake your head, eyes widening slightly. “No! No, I'm just not sure what kind of panties I put on…” You trail off, embarrassed.

He looks at you, unimpressed, and tilts his head to the side. “So? They're going off, too, anyway. And it's not like I care about this stuff, baby, c'mon.” He says gently, his thumbs rubbing against your hips slowly.

You blush at his words, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. “Okay, yeah, just- take them off at the same time, in case they're like embarrassing…”

He sighs, smiling. “Mhm,” His fingers hook into the waistband again, pulling your shorts and underwear down at the same time. Your glistening slick coming into his sight. He pulls the clothes off the rest of the way, dropping them to the floor next to your bed.

“Feeling okay?” He questions, hands slowly caressing your thighs. When you nod, he spreads your legs apart and leans over to hover above you on his forearms. Riki slowly kisses you, your hands wrapping around his neck, fingers seeping into his hair. One of his hands moves down your body, his touch spreading heat through you.

When he reaches over to your inner thigh, he pulls away from the kiss. “I'm gonna start, okay? Tell me if it feels wrong.”

You nod, breathing nervously. His hand moves to your core, his ring and pointer fingers spreading your lips. His middle finger slowly sets on your clit, making you gasp, hips jerking.

He looks at your face closely, observing you. “Good?”

You nod, hips moving slightly against his finger. “Yeah, keep going.” He hums, finger moving in circles against your clit.

You moan, nails digging into his broad back. You close your eyes, leaning into the side of his neck, panting as he continues his movements.

His finger moves lower, feeling your wet entrance. He pushes in slowly, feeling your tight walls wrapping around him. You whimper, hips moving on his hand, pleasuring yourself.

He smiles, noticing your actions, and brings his thumb to circle your clit while slowly beginning to pump his middle finger along with your motion.

You moan quietly, face scrunching up against his shoulder. He leans his head down and kisses the top of your head softly. “I'm gonna add another finger in, okay?” Riki mumbles into your hair.

After you nod into his neck, he slowly brings his ring finger and pushes it inside, stretching you out. You let out a breathy moan, your walls clenching around him.

He scissors his fingers, opening you up while his thumb moves on your clit. “This okay?”

“Mhm, shit…” Your hips move on his hand again, your pussy squeezing around him. You feel a knot in your stomach and moan into his neck, holding him closer.

His breath hitches, precum leaking from his stiff, aching cock after feeling your squeeze around his fingers. Riki pumps his fingers faster, hitting your sweet spot each time. “Cmon, baby. Let go for me…”

You cry out softly, coming around him, thighs shaking at the sides of his waist. Your back arches as your release coats his fingers.

He groans at the feeling, his fingers moving slower riding out your pleasure. “That's it, baby. Good…”

You pant, body slumping back into the bed, looking up at him, flushed. He removes his fingers and brings them to his mouth, licking off your release, humming at the way you taste.

He looks down at you and smiles, stroking your cheek. You smile back, nails scratching the nape of his neck.

“Okay, you ready? Like actually? Because when I go in now, there's no turning back, you tell me to stop if it feels wrong, okay?” His face turns serious as he looks into your eyes.

“Okay, yeah, I'm ready.” You nod nervously. Riki nods back and looks down, aligning his cock with your wet entrance.

“Alright, deep breath, yeah? Just relax, baby, I got you.” He pushes in slowly, scanning your face closely. You whimper at the stretch, clenching around him at the burning sensation.

“…Fuck, c'mon, deep breath, yeah?” He grunts at the feeling, his hips stuttering as he fights off the urge to slam into you.

You take a shaky breath, slowly relaxing, allowing him to slide in deeper. “Mhm, that's it, almost there.” He pants out, moving into you inch by inch, stretching you around him.

You moan at the feeling, your head falling backwards against the bed. He bottoms out, hips pressing against yours, and he moans quietly as your walls snugly wrap around his cock.

Your back arches, whimpering softly, feeling him deep inside.

“Tell me to move when you're ready, hm?” He speaks, his voice strained and shaky. You hum, breathing deeply as you slowly adjust to the new feeling.

After some time, you nod. “Okay, you can move…” your voice coming out more shaky than you intended it to.

He leans down, pressing his body against yours, gently kissing and nipping at the soft skin on your neck and collarbones. His hips slowly start to roll against yours, his cock filling you up, the tip grazing against your cervix. He purrs at the feeling. You moan softly, fingers threading into his hair, holding him close.

His movement speeds up slightly, the room filling up with the sounds of skin slapping against each other and your moans along with his groans.

He was already so fucking close it was kinda embarrassing, but god, the way you wrapped around him, so warm and wet, is making him insane. He can't get enough of you.

Riki moves his hand down and begins rubbing your clit fast. You moan loudly, your fingers pulling at his hair, back arching off the bed. Your walls are squeezing around him tightly, making him moan into your neck.“Fuck, just like that, baby. Give it to me, c'mon.” His hips push deeper in small thrusts, fingers moving faster on your bud.

You cry out, holding him closer, nails digging into his back as you come around him. Your pussy clenching is making him whimper into your neck.

His hips move faster, chasing his own release. He pulls his hips tight against yours, filling you up while groaning. He slumps onto you, his arms wrapping around your waist, breathing heavily. You're panting, hugging him close.

“Damn…”

He laughs after hearing you and looks up at you fondly. “You okay?”

You nod tiredly, smiling at him. He leans closer, kissing your whole face gently, making you giggle. He sighs and lies on your chest, closing his eyes.

Yeah, damn

Genre: smau (mdni!!)

Warnings: riki is jorking his meat idk

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