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urperfectcinnamonroll07 · 2 days ago

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Bite Me

requested?: no parings: Nishimura Riki x afab!reader genre: smut, established relationships warning(s): smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), choking (with consent), pet names (mostly angel), riki being hot asf, reader being a brat, riki calling reader a brat, oral (f & m recieving), fingering, lmk if i missed anything, small caps are intentional summary: 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘪'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 word count: 1.2k a/n: posting this again, pls dont come after me bc he is 19 now, and tons of other ppl have written smut for him even when he was 18. Besides that, remember to eat and drink someting, love yas, mwah!

you and riki had been dating for a while, around seven months, and the best thing about him, was his hands. his fingers were so long and slender with veins running up his tanned arms. it was safe to say that you were utterly obsessed with your boyfriends hands.

you were always playing with them, or if you couldn't, you would just stare at them instead. today was like no other, and you and riki were doing an interview with both of your groups. you were sat a few seets away from riki, and he was playing with his hands, his veins bulging and flexing as he did so.

you were mesmerised by his actions, and you couldn't stop staring at him for the rest of the interview, god, it was a long one. you wished it would be over already so you could go home and play with your boyfriend's hands all you wated to.

little did you know, riki had caught you staring a while ago and smirked to himself, keeping on playing with them as he knew it would get you all worked up.

•❦︎•

a few hours later, you and riki were back at home and you were cooking dinner, when you felt arms wrap around you, you looked down and immediateky recognised them as riki's unmistakably hot hands.

"staring at my hands again, pretty?" he husks in your ear, resting his chin on your shoulder

"i dunno what you're talking about, ki" you say, trying to act clueless

"oh don't act dumb, i caught you staring during the interview, angel, don't try to deny it" there was a beat of silence, then another, then another, you swallowed thickly.

he removed his arms with a laugh

"oh, so now you stop with the act, angel?" he says, lifting himself up on the counter of the kitchen island

"i can't help it ki! your hands are so... so..." you trail off

"so...? c'mon, angel, you know i won't judge" he says with a smirk

"so... hot!" you blurt out, he jumps back down from his place on the counter, his smirk still plastered on his face

"you think so, pretty?" he says, looking at both sides of his hand with a look as though he was inspecting his hands, you swallow thickly and nod again.

"oh c'mon angel, don't go all shy now" he smirks, grabbing your hip and spinning you both around so you are now pinned against the kitchen counter.

you open your mouth to speak, but close it again

"im not shy" you say, looking up at him through your lashes

"oh yeah?" he brings a hand up to cup your cheeck

"i like telling you your hands are hot, ki" you hold his hand against your face

"oh, do you now?" he whispers, his face inching closer to yours, you nod in response "words, angel, use your words" he cooes

"yes riki, i do" you whisper, looking between his lips and his eyes.

he closes the space between you two and places a firm but soft kiss on your lips, you pull away and free yourself from his grip, walking over to the stove

"not now, ki, ive got things to do" you say over your shoulder

"angel's getting bratty" he says, walking back over to you "wanna see where that would get you, huh? wanna act like a brat to see what i would do to you?" he says in your ear, leaving small kisses down your neck.

in response to his actions, you push him off you, he lets out a noise in his throat that sounds a bit like a growl, you smirk to yourself, stirring the pan a bit.

"turn off the stove" he says lowly, you turn to look at him

"what?" you say cluelessly

"i said, turn off the fucking stove, angel" he takes a step towards you

"fuck no" you say, turning your attention back to the food

"watch the attitude" he says through gritted teeth

"or what" you turn to him, putting down the wooden spoon.

riki takes it upon himself to turn the stove off

"you wanna know what i'll do, angel?" you nod "words" he says dryly

"sure, why don't you tell me? or are you gonna fuck the attitude out of me?" he backs you onto the kitchen island again, his arms either side of you, trapping you

"yeah, i am gonna fuck the attitude out of you" he growls

"do it then" you say, nonchalantly

"careful what you wish for" he says before attacking your lips, you gasp in response, him taking this as a chance to shove his tongue in your mouth, dominating your whole body.

"riki" you whimper against his lips, he pulls away, searching your face for any sign of regret "the dinner" you say softly

"fuck dinner, i want something else to eat" you knew exactly what he meant, he started taking your shirt off, throwing it to the side, and then hastily making work of your bra and then throwing that god knows where aswell.

he pulls your pants off, picking you up by the thighs to sit you on the island counter. he pushes you to lie back

"no touching, okay?" you nod, he harshly slaps your cunt, earning a moan from you "okay?" he asks again, a lot more harsh this time around

"yes riki, i promise" you whine out

"good girl" he smirks.

he leans down and licks a stripe up your folds, earning a soft moan from you, he smirked and got to work, sucking and licking your clit, making you moan louder and louder by the second and when you felt a slender finger enter you,you couldn't help but attatch your hands to riki's hair.

you frown as he stops his movements, swiftly removing his finger and removing your hands from his hair, harshly moving them to sit above your head

"i said no touching, angel, these stay here" he says, referring to your arms

"'m sorry, riki, i'll keep em there, i promise" he nods and kneels down to get back to work.

not long later, a finger enters you again, curling upwards and making you see stars, soon he adds another and curls them upwards, earning a lewd moan from you, he smirks.

"just wanted me to finger fuck you huh? staring and my hands like a slut, the slut you are" you moan again as he attatches his lips to your clit again, still pumping his fingers in and out of you.

"riki, gonna cum" you moan

"oh yeah? beg for it, beg me to let you cum" he demands

"please- fuck... pkease riki, please let me cum, wanna cum around your fingers, i'll be good f'you, i promise" you whimper, he nods as though he is deciding something, it took you everything not to move your arms to his hair

"good girl, you can cum" as if on cue, you clenched around his fingers as you let out a loud lewd moan and came undone all over his slender fingers.

he stands back up to his full height after collecting all of your juices in his mouth.

"want me to fuck you angel? choke you while my cock pounds into you? hm?" he

questions, looking down at you

"please riki, want you to fuck me" you whimper

"then get on your knees and suck me off before you get what i give you" he demands, grabbing you and shoving you down on your knees, he tugs his shirt off and unbuckles his pants, letting his hardened cock free.

you looked up at him through your lashes, looking for approval, he nodded. you instantly took his cock in your mouth, the tip hitting your throat. tears pricked in the corners of your eyes as riki pulled your hair into a ponytail, holding it with his hand as he used that to bob your head on his dick, using you to get himself off.

"fuck, angel, gonna cum, you want me to cum down your throat, honey?" you did somewhat of a nod, and he came down your throat.

he stood you to your full height against him

"open" he says sternly as he pries your mouth open with his fingers, nodding when he saw you had swallowed his cum "good girl, gonna fuck you so good now, yeah?" he picked you up and set you back down on the counter, he pushed you to lay down, him inbetween your legs, still standing.

he pushed his cock in you with very littke effort, your wetness making it easier for him to do so. he let out a groan feeling how tight you were around him

"fuck angel, so tight" he groans, you moan out as you feel him pull out almost fully before pushing back into you forcefully.

he thrusted in and out of you roughly, holding your hands above your head with one hand. the only sound that could be heard was skin slapping against skin and the loud moans coming from you with the occasional groan from riki. you gelt complete and utter ecstasy, but it was a different kind of ecstasy when niki wrapped his slender fingers around your throat putting pressure on the right places to make you see stars.

"feels so good riki" you moan out

"i know angel, my cock feels so good hitting inside you, huh?" he kept applying pressure with his hands, but not so much that you couldn't breathe, only that so you could feel all the pleasure he wanted you to feel.

"you wanted this, didn't you? to feel my cock inside you, fucking the bratty attitude out of you, huh angel? didn't you?"

"yes riki! yeah, i did, wanted you to fuck me so good" you moaned

"you could've just asked, angel, i wasn't gonna say no, but now i have to fuck all of this bratty attitude out of you"

"i'm sorry, riki" you cry out "just wanted to feel your hand around my throat and your cock inside of me"

"you gonna cum soon angel?" he asks with a groan, he moved slightly so he was hitting a new spot inside of you, making you feel good in all the right places, you moan out

"yes riki! fuck gonna cum hard" you whimper out

"good girl, wanna see your face when you cum all around my cock angel, gonna look like one, an angel" he groans out "look at me" he says softly.

its hard to keep your eyes open through all the pleasure you were feeling, but you did, for him. you looked up at him, he was smiling down at you. such an angelic thing for his sinful actions. you were close, you could feel the knot tightening in your stomach as you started to come close to your release.

"there she is" he smiles softly

"fuck- gonna cum riki" you whimper out

"good girl, come f'me angel, been such a good girl, you deserve it" riki groans out

you felt the knot inside of you snap as you come undone with a loud high pitched moan, riki pulls out to spill his warm seed on your lower stomach, you whine at the empty feeling.

he removes his hand from your neck before grabbing a washcloth from the bathroom to wash you up with.

he pulls you up in a sitting position, your legs hanging weakly off the side of the counter. he holds your head against his chest as he cleans his cum from your stomach and your folds, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

"y'were so good for me angel, so fucking good" you manage to open your heavy eyelids to see he had already gotten his pants back on as he grabs his shirt, softly grabbing your arms to put it on you aswell as your panties that were somehwere on the floor before picking you up bridal style, your head pressed against his shoulder. he kissed your forehead occasionally on the way to the lounge before setting you down gently on the sofa.

he put your favourite show on the tv before looking at you with a soft smile and tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, pulling you close with his hand to press a kiss to the crown of your head.

"gonna finish making dinner, let me know if you wanna get up to go to the bathroom, okay angel?" he asks sweetly, you nod weakly in response and he gets up to go finish making the dinner, knowing you probably won't last long before you fall asleep and he has to wake you to eat something.

#kpop #smut #nishimura riki x reader #enhypen #enhypen riki

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s0fter-sin · 5 months ago

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god the way ghost’s voice drops when he tells soap, “you’ll need to improvise to survive”

before that, everything he says is steady but when he acknowledges that soap’ll have to do something outside his skill set, something he intimately knows to be difficult, his voice wavers. he does the same when he says, “welcome to guerrilla warfare”; it’s sombre and serious in a way he doesn’t act for the rest of the mission. if you read into it enough, he almost sounds apologetic; like he knows exactly what soap’s about to go through and wishes he didn’t have to

he keeps soap going; poking at him and making jokes, giving him tips and asking about his progress. he never lets him stop and take a second to think bc he knows the moment he does is the moment it'll all hit him; the betrayal, the pain, the fear, the deaths, all of it will drown him and if that happens, soap won't make it

he needs him to be a soldier through and through and he knows this is one of the worst kinds of battlefields you could end up on

and the only times he slips is when he acknowledges that fact

it happens again when he says, "tryin' to get you here alive and in one piece". his jovial dark humour facade drops for just a moment when he has to face the potential reality of losing soap. then he tries to pick it back up again with, "one of us has to survive to tell the tale"; completely discounting himself as a survivor to try and rally soap and make him think it’s all down to him

and soap does the same thing

when he's calling out for ghost on the radio, he's tentative, testing the frequency, then when he doesn’t get a response, he grows desperate; "ghost, this is 7-1, do you copy?"

then when ghost answers, he smooths out his voice; he hides the pain, the fear, and no matter what response you give to ghost asking if he’s injured, soap brushes it off (“i’m good”, “what’s the difference?”, “i’m not a medic”). soap decides it’s in ghost’s best interest to hide the extent of his injuries

he doesn’t know where ghost is, if he’s secure, if he has any weapons; he doesn’t even know if he’s in las almas until he says, “there’s a church, i’m headed to it”. for all he knows, he could’ve run in the complete opposite direction. if ghost knows he’s hurt, then his attention would be split between his own survival and soap’s

and soap, who lets himself be poked and prodded towards the church, needs to hide his own doubts. maybe he needs ghost to believe he'll make it so he himself can believe it ("what are my odds?" "don't make me bet against you", "think i'll live that long?" "probably not")

he all but begs ghost to tell him he'll get through it and if he knows just how bad off he is, maybe he'll change his mind. maybe he'll think he won't make it to the church

maybe he'll leave him alone for good

"you injured?"

"i’m good"

"let's find out how good you are"

#remember when i said soap kept being injured from ghost for his own good and said it was a thought for another day?#well todays the day motherfuckers its more alone meta time!#i dont think he expects ghost to give him guerrilla warfare 101 over comms #i dont think he expected him to bail altogether otherwise he wouldve sounded different calling for him #but he probably thought ghost would focus on himself a lot more than he does #even after he gets to the church its in his best interest to stay silent and unnoticed (like a good sniper should)#instead he gives away his position both by constantly talking and shooting to take out the shadows about to kill soap #they both try to hide things from the other to reassure them that theyre alright. that theyll both get out alive #and youre trying to tell me they arent in love?#bc thats not how soldiers act #no matter how they feel they have to report injuries #soap jeopardises them both by withholding that #he acts like a man when hes supposed to act like a soldier and why would he do that if not to protect simon the man instead of ghost his I.#love motherfucker!#coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt #we’re a team. ghost team #talk meta to me #ghoap #ghostsoap #soapghost #soap cod #john soap mactavish #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #meta #cod mw2 #cod mwii #save post

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