sourkiki

[sourkiki]

i'm vv sorry for laughing at anon's requests, cause what even is THAT

i truly have no idea either…

[sourkiki]

LOVE ME A ✨️Jealous hoonie✨️

ALBUM'S CONTENT: explicit mature content, established relationship, dom! 박성훈 x fem! reader, jealous! sunghoon, sunghoon's hella mean here, fingering, begging, edging 𖤐 1108... ᧔♡᧓ catalogue.

FROM PRODUCER:hye writing someone else other than riki?? how shocking!

Sunghoon is not a jealous man. 

At least, that’s what he likes to believe. You see, he has complete faith and trust in you. He has dated you long enough to know you’re not the kind of person to fool around, flirt with someone else. According to his friends, it’s hard for you to do that, even if you wanted to because Sunghoon’s always following you around, like a dog following its owner.

Wherever you go, one will be able to find him hot on your heels. Some find it cute. Some find it suffocating. You, on the other hand, find it downright amusing. 

Sunghoon is not a jealous man. But why does he feel something ugly crawling inside him as he watches from where he stood. He crossed his arms, watching with narrowed eyes and furrowed eyebrows at the sight of you engaged in a conversation with some…peasant. Someone who thought they had the chance to be with you. The thought itself was laughable, enough to make him roll his eyes. 

He had accompanied you to the party after you had pleaded with him for fifteen minutes straight. Sunghoon didn’t want to go in the first place, as he’d rather be at home, like the introvert he is. But he’s nothing more than just a man whose head over heels for you, which led him to his current situation. 

His jaw tightened as they had the audacity to lay their hand on your shoulder. You tried to politely tell them to remove their hand but they paid your words no mind. To add fuel to the fire, they even invaded your personal space, acting like he knows you when he doesn’t. Unable to take it anymore, Sunghoon pushes himself off the wall and approaches you, silently seething with rage as he gets closer. 

“Come on, we can get out of here. I don’t see that boyfriend of yours anywhere and he’s stupid to leave a pretty—” 

“Get your fucking hands off her.” 

You turned, shoulders sagging in relief to see your knight in shining armor coming to save you. Sunghoon was immediately by your side, one arm possessively wrapped around your waist, pulling you close until you’re pressed against his side. Shivers ran down your spine and heat pooled in the depth of your stomach at the fleeting sensation of him drawing circles on your skin, through the fabric of your skirt. 

Thankfully, the guy didn’t put up a fight and was quick to scurry away, with his invisible tail between his legs. Sunghoon rolled his eyes at the stranger’s cowardice and dragged you out of the venue, not giving you any chance to speak. 

“Sunghoon—”

“Don’t,” he cuts you off, and you go silent at the coldness in his voice. 

He didn’t say another word the entire ride home but you could tell he was barely holding onto himself. The silence was filled with so much tension that one could practically slice it apart with a mere butter knife. Eventually, you arrived home and the moment you stepped foot into your apartment, Sunghoon was quick to pin you against the nearest wall surface. You let out a gasp, which was cut short when he crashed his lips against yours. 

Unlike the usual ways he kissed you, which was filled with nothing but pure love and adoration, this was him taking control of you. Dominating you. You couldn’t keep up with him, your lungs screaming from the lack of oxygen but there wasn’t room for you to make your escape. You whined into his mouth when he tugged your skirt and panties down, leaving them pooling around your ankles. You cried out his name as Sunghoon pushed two fingers into your pussy without warning. 

“Fuck, you’re already dripping wet. Was it because of him?” He snarled, jealousy evident in his voice. “Was he the one who made you like this?” 

You had to break the kiss, tilting your head up, hands scrambling to find something to grip onto but the only nearest thing was a wall behind you. “N-No!” You managed to squeak out, eyes rolling up as your boyfriend easily found your sensitive spot with just his fingers alone. 

You tried to tilt your hips forward so you could feel more of his fingers but you were stopped by Sunghoon tightening his grip on your waist. It was a silent warning. A warning where you knew too well. Your boyfriend chuckled at the needy look you gave him, hoping there was some part in him where he’s still kind enough to give you what you want. Instead, he pressed his thumb down on your pussy lips, savoring the way your legs spasmed. You would’ve fallen to the ground if he didn’t catch you in the nick of time. 

“Look at you, you’re dripping all over me. Don’t even need lube with how wet you are,” he murmured, purposely saying those crude words directly into your ear, knowing the effect they have on you. 

True enough, you tightened around his fingers as you shakily exhaled, shoulders trembling. “H-Hoonie.. please…wan’ you.” 

“How do you want me, sweetheart? Use your words and tell me,” he coos, moving his fingers in a scissor like motion, opening and preparing you for what’s to come. 

You couldn’t speak, not when you were this close to cumming. In a desperate attempt, you tried to push forward. Keyword: tried. Only for Sunghoon to rip his fingers out from your pussy. It didn’t matter how hard you clenched down on him, trying to prevent him from slipping out. You let out a disappointed whine, pawing at the front of his shirt but he wasn’t fazed. He’s not falling for your pitiful act. Not this time. 

Sunghoon used his clean hand to grab your face, forcing you to look at him. A twinge of satisfaction curled around him at the sight of your current state. To him, you looked divine despite your teary, dazed eyes and swollen, bruised lips. 

“Look at you, you’re already a mess when I barely did anything,” he chuckled, leaning in to brush his lips against your neck, savoring the way you whimpered. 

You blindly reached out, hands gripping onto his shirt. “Sunghoon, p-please…touch me.” 

You heard him sharply inhaled with how delicious his name sounds from you. Just when you thought you had him, your boyfriend pulled back, ignoring your poor attempts of holding him in place. You shivered at the sight of his dark, stormy eyes. 

“This is just the beginning, princess. I hope you’re prepared and by the time we’re done, you’ll only know how to scream my name.”

tags list: @chuhees, @byshens, @hoonstqr, @doucious, @emisluvr, @riqomi, @onlyywwon, @jjung-v.

[sourkiki]

Umm..I dont mean to be rude or say it in a way that is rude..but uhh, are you perhaps korean??

I really reallyy like your theme and I literally just came across u rn, its just soo yeah! I dont understand anything but it kind of fits Enha so well! Like I just..even the ask is korean?!

(Sorry if Im overreacting, Ive actually been trying to learn the language and I couldnt help myself)

first of all, i have no idea where you get that from... secondly, i don't understand what you meant by 'even the ask is korean' ???? thirdly, the language in my pinned images are italian... not korean... if that's what you thought

[sourkiki]

hi, im assuming these are all from the same person who sent all these in one go. just wanna point out that; please do not do this to me or anyone else... sure you might think it's nothing on your end but it feels like you're lowkey forcing the person to work on ur not one, but multiple asks???

i'm not trying to be rude or anything, btw (before anyone comes at me) but yea, just don't do this again or i'm immediately blocking :>

adding the extra few tags so hopefully whoever requested this can see it..

[sourkiki]

all this dom iki where’s the subby baby cutie patootie iki ..

i mean, i can repost that one sub riki fic i wrote in my previous account LOL

[sourkiki]

fwb!riki making fun of f!reader’s sensitive neck (making fun as in kissing her neck and leaving hickeys when they should be studying for finals) ^^

ALBUM'S CONTENT: explicit mature content, friends with benefits, dom! 西村力 x fem! reader, reader's implied to be smaller than riki, unprotected sex (wrap it up), belly bulge, miniskirt kink, fingering, hickeys, riki wears chrome hearts rings, ❀ college au, faint degrading diagloue 𖤐 1582... ᧔♡᧓ catalogue.

FROM PRODUCER: i've combined another request (the anon who sent the miniskirt req) for this btw.

You were supposed to be diligently studying for your upcoming examinations. It was your final year and the sooner you get this done and over with, the faster you can graduate to secure a stable job to support yourself. You were about to power off your phone to minimize the amount of distractions, only for your screen to light up with a single message from a certain someone. Just by seeing his name made heat pool in your stomach, thighs subtly rubbing together. 

Ni-Ki (do not interact):  Come over.

That’s all he sent. No ‘hello’ or ‘hi’. He just gets straight to the point. You didn’t bother answering him, leaving him on read as you got up to change into more comfortable and appropriate clothes. Riki knows you’ll always turn up at his door, no matter how late the time was. You weren’t friends but you weren’t dating either.

Your relationship was… complicated, to say the least. When you were satisfied with your appearance, you packed your study materials, even though you knew you won’t be able to get much done and left. 

It didn’t take you long to reach. You only had to knock twice before Riki opened the door. You saw the way his eyes shamelessly scanned your figure from head to toe, lingering longer than usual on the miniskirt you wore, showing off your long, slender legs. He wordlessly moved to the side, letting you enter his home and closed the door behind you. You purposely bent forward to remove your shoes, smirking to yourself when you heard him sharply inhale at how you were showing off the black, lacey panties you wore underneath the miniskirt. 

You straightened yourself, looking at Riki over your shoulder with an innocent look. “Something wrong? You look flushed.” 

Riki’s jaw tightened, eyes narrowing. You knew he was restraining himself from jumping at you. “...Fine, let’s study for our finals.” He said nothing else, brushing past you—

Smack! 

“Ow!” You exclaimed, jumping when he landed a sharp slap on your butt as he walked past you. You didn’t have to look at him to know he was smirking to himself at your reaction. Scowling, you followed him to his room as you rubbed your now sore butt.

You’ve been here way too many times and at this point, you’re practically living under the same roof as him. Riki had already plopped down on the floor, his materials spread out before him and you did the same. You weren’t fazed when he shifted closer until your knees were pressed against one another. You flipped open your notebook, reaching into your bag to grab a pen, only for you to go still when you feel him breathing down your neck. 

Literally. 

“...What are you doing?” You asked, not having the courage to turn around. Shivers ran down your spine at the fleeting sensation of his lips grazing against the overly-sensitive skin of your neck, causing goosebumps to form. You were certain you felt him grinning into your skin. 

“I’ve always wondered, you’ve a sensitive neck, don’t you?” He murmured, voice lowering an octave with heat evident in his tone. 

You didn’t get to reply, only letting out a gasp when Riki manhandled you, forcing you to sit on his lap with your back leaning against his chest. His right hand trailed along your thighs, moving up and up until it reached underneath the miniskirt you wore. You whined, hips instinctively canting forward when he boldly cupped your pussy through your soaking wet panties. 

“You wore this on purpose, teasing me by bending down in front of me. It’s like you’re asking to be fucked,” he hissed, easily finding the spot on your neck that reduce you to a squirming mess. 

“Riki, stop—” You protested, only for you to let out a choked moan, body going pliant as he decorated your neck with hickeys, turning your previously clear, unblemished skin into a painting where he’s the artist. 

A breathless chuckle. “Stop? You say you want me to stop but you’re riding my hand like you’re desperate for something.” 

True to his words, your hips were grinding down on his large palm. Your panties were beyond saving but the friction it provided made you clenched down, wishing it was something else. Something bigger. You sniffled, turning to look at him, only to pause at how nothing but pure desire glimmers in his eyes. 

“Riki, please touch me,” you pleaded, lips curling down in a pout. 

He arched an eyebrow and without breaking eye contact, pushed your panties aside and shoved three long, thick fingers in without warning. He was able to push in until he was knuckles-deep. You shivered at the cold metal of his Chrome Hearts rings brushing against your warm skin. You spread your legs wider, head now leaning back to rest on his left shoulder as he fingers you. There’s a loud series of shlick sounds, the sound downright obscene and lewd, enough to make your ears turn red. 

You attempted to look away but Riki clicked his tongue. “Don’t look away. I want you to watch how I finger you as you fall apart. Or you won’t get to cum.” 

If there’s something about Riki, it’s that he’s a man of his words. You have no choice but to oblige, looking down, watching as thick, visible white strands of your slick clung onto his fingers like spiderwebs. Your thighs trembled as you chanted his name like a prayer. Like he’s your God. 

“Fuck, R-Riki, don’t stop, g-gonna cum,” you mewled, squirming about on his lap but he shows no sign of slowing down. Instead, he increased his pace, ducking his head to nip at the shell of your ear. You cum with a high-pitched whine. 

Riki was relentless, fingering you through your orgasm. As you calmed down from your orgasm, your thighs were twitching from the aftereffects, mind gone. You weren’t given a second to breathe, yelping when he tossed you onto his bed. He tugged you towards him and you felt the silhouette of his cock against your clothed pussy. 

“Since you can’t fucking wait, take it then,” he continued, tugging his sweatpants and boxers down, freeing his hardened cock. 

You hold onto the pillow beneath your head with both hands, breath hitching in your throat as Riki shoves in in one go, bottoming out without giving you any room to adjust. You whimpered at the familiar stinging pain. No matter how many times you’ve done this, you still couldn’t get used to the length and girth of his cock. To Riki however, it simply means he needs to keep fucking you until your insides were rearranged to fit him. It’s as easy as that. 

His eyes trailed down, cursing under his breath at how your stomach poked out. If he were to lean down to get a closer look, he would be able to see the faint outline of his cock, poking through your stomach. Riki knows you’re small but seeing this sends his mind spiralling into oblivion. He pulls out until only his tip is inside before pushing forward and repeats the cycle at a fast, ruthless pace. The entire time he does this, his eyes are fixated on how his cock moves up and down inside you. 

He couldn’t help himself, reaching out to press down on the bulge. Your reaction was instant. You tightened around him, mouth dropping open. Your back arched off the bed, the crop top you wore was rolling upward, revealing the matching lace bra you wore underneath. Riki hissed when you tightened, making his cock twitch when he’s inside you. 

“Fuck, you’re so small. It’s like I could break you into half,” he murmured, mostly to himself. 

Tossing your right leg over his shoulder, he tugged you closer and you swore his cock could kiss the entrance to your cervix. Your eyes rolled up to the back of your head, hand shifting to grab onto the bed frame for dear life as your body jostled about on the wrinkled sheets. 

“Ngh, t-too much,” you moaned, words borderline slurring as you get drunk on the intoxicating feeling of him fucking into you, like an animal in heat. 

“Too much?” He echoed, amused. “You say that but you’re holding onto me like you don’t want me to go,” he pointed out, hand snaking down to give your abused cunt a mean pinch, drawing a whimper from you. 

It didn’t take much effort for you to reach your second climax, not when you’re with Riki. You cum with a high-pitched moan that you were sure his neighbours will be launching a noise complaint soon. The thought flew out of your mind when Riki followed suit, painting your gummy walls white with his own cum. He didn’t pull out at first, using his hands to support himself as he hovered over you before slowly pulling out. You winced at the sudden uncomfortable feeling of emptiness, closing your legs. 

You could literally feel something warm and thick trickling down your inner thighs but you were too exhausted to move an inch. Riki collapsed beside you, running a hand through his sweaty hair, panting to catch his breath. 

“...So, do you wanna order pizza?” He asks, turning to you. 

You rolled your eyes, throwing the pillow right at his face, earning a squawk from him. “You’re paying.” 

“No shit. You’re too broke to afford it anyways.”

“I’m going to kill you.”

taglist: @minjunis, @byshens, @emisluvr. @riqomi, @rikisoup

[sourkiki]

to the people who sent all these reqs into my inbox... just wanna say kudos to yall for being hella creative because wtf???? please spare some creative jucies for me, thank you

[sourkiki]

me when hye exists

LMAO, this is me when emi exists ><

[sourkiki]

fwb!riki making fun of f!reader’s sensitive neck (making fun as in kissing her neck and leaving hickeys when they should be studying for finals) ^^

ALBUM'S CONTENT: explicit mature content, friends with benefits, dom! 西村力 x fem! reader, reader's implied to be smaller than riki, unprotected sex (wrap it up), belly bulge, miniskirt kink, fingering, hickeys, riki wears chrome hearts rings, ❀ college au, faint degrading diagloue 𖤐 1582... ᧔♡᧓ catalogue.

FROM PRODUCER: i've combined another request (the anon who sent the miniskirt req) for this btw.

You were supposed to be diligently studying for your upcoming examinations. It was your final year and the sooner you get this done and over with, the faster you can graduate to secure a stable job to support yourself. You were about to power off your phone to minimize the amount of distractions, only for your screen to light up with a single message from a certain someone. Just by seeing his name made heat pool in your stomach, thighs subtly rubbing together. 

Ni-Ki (do not interact):  Come over.

That’s all he sent. No ‘hello’ or ‘hi’. He just gets straight to the point. You didn’t bother answering him, leaving him on read as you got up to change into more comfortable and appropriate clothes. Riki knows you’ll always turn up at his door, no matter how late the time was. You weren’t friends but you weren’t dating either.

Your relationship was… complicated, to say the least. When you were satisfied with your appearance, you packed your study materials, even though you knew you won’t be able to get much done and left. 

It didn’t take you long to reach. You only had to knock twice before Riki opened the door. You saw the way his eyes shamelessly scanned your figure from head to toe, lingering longer than usual on the miniskirt you wore, showing off your long, slender legs. He wordlessly moved to the side, letting you enter his home and closed the door behind you. You purposely bent forward to remove your shoes, smirking to yourself when you heard him sharply inhale at how you were showing off the black, lacey panties you wore underneath the miniskirt. 

You straightened yourself, looking at Riki over your shoulder with an innocent look. “Something wrong? You look flushed.” 

Riki’s jaw tightened, eyes narrowing. You knew he was restraining himself from jumping at you. “...Fine, let’s study for our finals.” He said nothing else, brushing past you—

Smack! 

“Ow!” You exclaimed, jumping when he landed a sharp slap on your butt as he walked past you. You didn’t have to look at him to know he was smirking to himself at your reaction. Scowling, you followed him to his room as you rubbed your now sore butt.

You’ve been here way too many times and at this point, you’re practically living under the same roof as him. Riki had already plopped down on the floor, his materials spread out before him and you did the same. You weren’t fazed when he shifted closer until your knees were pressed against one another. You flipped open your notebook, reaching into your bag to grab a pen, only for you to go still when you feel him breathing down your neck. 

Literally. 

“...What are you doing?” You asked, not having the courage to turn around. Shivers ran down your spine at the fleeting sensation of his lips grazing against the overly-sensitive skin of your neck, causing goosebumps to form. You were certain you felt him grinning into your skin. 

“I’ve always wondered, you’ve a sensitive neck, don’t you?” He murmured, voice lowering an octave with heat evident in his tone. 

You didn’t get to reply, only letting out a gasp when Riki manhandled you, forcing you to sit on his lap with your back leaning against his chest. His right hand trailed along your thighs, moving up and up until it reached underneath the miniskirt you wore. You whined, hips instinctively canting forward when he boldly cupped your pussy through your soaking wet panties. 

“You wore this on purpose, teasing me by bending down in front of me. It’s like you’re asking to be fucked,” he hissed, easily finding the spot on your neck that reduce you to a squirming mess. 

“Riki, stop—” You protested, only for you to let out a choked moan, body going pliant as he decorated your neck with hickeys, turning your previously clear, unblemished skin into a painting where he’s the artist. 

A breathless chuckle. “Stop? You say you want me to stop but you’re riding my hand like you’re desperate for something.” 

True to his words, your hips were grinding down on his large palm. Your panties were beyond saving but the friction it provided made you clenched down, wishing it was something else. Something bigger. You sniffled, turning to look at him, only to pause at how nothing but pure desire glimmers in his eyes. 

“Riki, please touch me,” you pleaded, lips curling down in a pout. 

He arched an eyebrow and without breaking eye contact, pushed your panties aside and shoved three long, thick fingers in without warning. He was able to push in until he was knuckles-deep. You shivered at the cold metal of his Chrome Hearts rings brushing against your warm skin. You spread your legs wider, head now leaning back to rest on his left shoulder as he fingers you. There’s a loud series of shlick sounds, the sound downright obscene and lewd, enough to make your ears turn red. 

You attempted to look away but Riki clicked his tongue. “Don’t look away. I want you to watch how I finger you as you fall apart. Or you won’t get to cum.” 

If there’s something about Riki, it’s that he’s a man of his words. You have no choice but to oblige, looking down, watching as thick, visible white strands of your slick clung onto his fingers like spiderwebs. Your thighs trembled as you chanted his name like a prayer. Like he’s your God. 

“Fuck, R-Riki, don’t stop, g-gonna cum,” you mewled, squirming about on his lap but he shows no sign of slowing down. Instead, he increased his pace, ducking his head to nip at the shell of your ear. You cum with a high-pitched whine. 

Riki was relentless, fingering you through your orgasm. As you calmed down from your orgasm, your thighs were twitching from the aftereffects, mind gone. You weren’t given a second to breathe, yelping when he tossed you onto his bed. He tugged you towards him and you felt the silhouette of his cock against your clothed pussy. 

“Since you can’t fucking wait, take it then,” he continued, tugging his sweatpants and boxers down, freeing his hardened cock. 

You hold onto the pillow beneath your head with both hands, breath hitching in your throat as Riki shoves in in one go, bottoming out without giving you any room to adjust. You whimpered at the familiar stinging pain. No matter how many times you’ve done this, you still couldn’t get used to the length and girth of his cock. To Riki however, it simply means he needs to keep fucking you until your insides were rearranged to fit him. It’s as easy as that. 

His eyes trailed down, cursing under his breath at how your stomach poked out. If he were to lean down to get a closer look, he would be able to see the faint outline of his cock, poking through your stomach. Riki knows you’re small but seeing this sends his mind spiralling into oblivion. He pulls out until only his tip is inside before pushing forward and repeats the cycle at a fast, ruthless pace. The entire time he does this, his eyes are fixated on how his cock moves up and down inside you. 

He couldn’t help himself, reaching out to press down on the bulge. Your reaction was instant. You tightened around him, mouth dropping open. Your back arched off the bed, the crop top you wore was rolling upward, revealing the matching lace bra you wore underneath. Riki hissed when you tightened, making his cock twitch when he’s inside you. 

“Fuck, you’re so small. It’s like I could break you into half,” he murmured, mostly to himself. 

Tossing your right leg over his shoulder, he tugged you closer and you swore his cock could kiss the entrance to your cervix. Your eyes rolled up to the back of your head, hand shifting to grab onto the bed frame for dear life as your body jostled about on the wrinkled sheets. 

“Ngh, t-too much,” you moaned, words borderline slurring as you get drunk on the intoxicating feeling of him fucking into you, like an animal in heat. 

“Too much?” He echoed, amused. “You say that but you’re holding onto me like you don’t want me to go,” he pointed out, hand snaking down to give your abused cunt a mean pinch, drawing a whimper from you. 

It didn’t take much effort for you to reach your second climax, not when you’re with Riki. You cum with a high-pitched moan that you were sure his neighbours will be launching a noise complaint soon. The thought flew out of your mind when Riki followed suit, painting your gummy walls white with his own cum. He didn’t pull out at first, using his hands to support himself as he hovered over you before slowly pulling out. You winced at the sudden uncomfortable feeling of emptiness, closing your legs. 

You could literally feel something warm and thick trickling down your inner thighs but you were too exhausted to move an inch. Riki collapsed beside you, running a hand through his sweaty hair, panting to catch his breath. 

“...So, do you wanna order pizza?” He asks, turning to you. 

You rolled your eyes, throwing the pillow right at his face, earning a squawk from him. “You’re paying.” 

“No shit. You’re too broke to afford it anyways.”

“I’m going to kill you.”

taglist: @minjunis, @byshens, @emisluvr. @riqomi, @rikisoup

[sourkiki]

hi umm so this is my first time on your blog and i just wanted to let u know im following because your pinned post is absolute perfection it’s too die for and my fav beabadoobee line ahhh just so tea 💕

omg hihi, and welcome to my blog ig 🫡 thank you for ur compliment hehe >< it was hard for me pick the lines to use from baebadoobee’s albums because i love all of her songs…

[sourkiki]

theme is so scrumptious can i eat it

no, stay back!!

[sourkiki]

hiii new moot !! im actually so happy we became mutuals hehe :3 i look forward to interacting with u more ♡

hihi and same here >< mwehehe

[sourkiki]

niki during sexxx!! like fav positions, how he would sound, what he would call his gf like pet names or dirty and what phrases would he use the most during it!! can’t stop thinking definitely hard thoughts 💥💥💥🤯

ALBUM'S CONTENT: explicit mature content, headcanon+drabble format, established relationship, dom! 西村力 x fem! reader, unprotected sex (wrap it up) ❀ 843... ᧔♡᧓ catalogue.

FROM PRODUCER: this is more of a headcanon rather than a drabble because uh, i'm too lazy whoops

Favorite position: missionary.

As much as Riki likes having sex with you, he prefers to have you in positions where he can see your face. Why? Simple. It’s so he can see how good he’s making you feel. It’s a common thing for him to have you in a missionary position. This allows him to have a clear, undisturbed view of seeing your face filled with nothing but pleasure. This also gives him an ego boost as he knows he’s the first and last to have you like this. If you try to cover your face, Riki will move your hands away, pinning them above your head, leaving you helpless as he fucks into you. 

“Ngh, R-Riki, fuck,” you whined, back arching off the bed at heavenly it feels with his cock hitting the same spot, again and again. Your boyfriend grits his teeth, tightening his grip around your wrists while the other holds onto your hips for support. Your legs were loosely wrapped around his waist, allowing him to slide in deeper. You swore you could feel his cock kissing the entrance to your cervix, making your mouth form a silent ‘O’ shape. 

Favorite position: cowgirl.

Sometimes, Riki likes letting you take charge. He doesn’t mind putting in the work but the mere thought of you leading turns him on. He likes it the most when you’re seated on his lap, like he’s your throne and you’re the queen. He won’t do anything, other than having his hands on your waist, letting you ride him, use him to your hearts’ content. 

“Shit, baby, you feel so good,” he groaned, unable to look away from the stunning, arousing sight of you bouncing on his lap. To add fuel to the fire, you were even wearing one of his shirts that completely engulfed you with your collarbones covered in hickeys exposed as it hangs off your left shoulder. Riki had pushed the shirt up, giving him a crystal clear view of your pussy lips stretched as wide as possible as you sucked him in. 

Sounds.

Maybe this is just me but Riki isn’t the type to be shy of making sounds. He’s not very loud but he isn’t quiet, either. So he’s somewhere in between. The most common sounds he’ll make is probably either a moan or a groan. He does this whenever he has you seated on his face or when he’s fucking you, mind spinning with how tight and warm you feel around his cock or mouth. 

No drabble because I’m too lazy for this shit. 

Speeches.

As discussed with my fellow freaki, we believe Riki will switch between degrading and praising. But it heavily depends on his mood. Sometimes he’s in the mood to take things slow, be a tease and edge you into oblivion until you’re a trembling, sobbing mess beneath him. 

“Riki, please..” You pleaded, a tear droplet trickling down your face when your boyfriend pulled his fingers out.

Your pussy was practically pulusing, begging for its much-needed release but Riki wasn’t satisfied yet. He smirked, eyes darkening at how desperate and needy you’ve become. And it’s all because of him. He didn’t give any warning, pushing his fingers back in, eliciting a startled gasp from you. You whined, hips jerking forward to take more of him inside, wanting to feel more—

But he pulled out again. 

Riki coos, faux sweetness in his voice. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. You can be good for me, can’t you? Only good girls get a reward, so don’t cum, or you’re not cumming at all. Not until I say so.” 

But whenever he’s going through rough times in his life, Riki’s demeanor does a switch. Screw the slow, soft sex. Now, he just wants to get rid of his pent-up stress and what other way to do it other than by releasing his stress onto you? 

“W-Wait, too much,” you weakly protested, still feeling the aftereffects of your unknown climax but your boyfriend didn’t listen. In fact, he wasn’t already listening the moment he laid his hands on you. His bangs fell forward, hovering over his dark, lust-filled eyes as he continued thrusting into you with newfound determination. At this point, you could only lay there helplessly, letting him fucked into your dripping, loose pussy. Some of your body fluids trickled down your inner thighs and seeing this, Riki scoops them up and pushes them back into your cunt, making your legs twitch. You weren’t even aware that your hips had jerked forward, meeting him in the middle. 

“Fuck, look at you, dripping wet for me. You kept saying no but your pussy still lets me in,” he sneers, reaching down to give a light smack on where you’re connected with one another, drawing a high-pitched whimper. You tightened around him and that didn’t go unnoticed by him. 

“Maybe I should make you sit on my cock everyday, split you open to keep this needy little thing full. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He continues, drawing breathless whimpers and mewls from your bruised lips. 

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[sourkiki]

HYE 500 PARTY YAYAYAYA

YAYAYAYAY THANK YOU EMI HEHE

[sourkiki]

urm, thank you for 500+ followers… even though i made this blog like 11 days ago :0

for the remaining requests in my inbox, i’ll be combining some of them or it’ll take forever for me to get to them LOL.. i’m still working on the riki fic so uh yea! thanks for the support ><

[sourkiki]

I wanna consume ur theme holy

by all means, go ahead! i’d like to think that my theme tastes like blueberry pie or custard hehe

[sourkiki]

Theme is so cute like U (Ok now we kiss)

woah! you want me so bad! 😹🫵