#riff wss fanfiction

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My biggest strength is my biggest curse.

Imagination.

For the rest of my life it will plague me.

Writing stories of passion and romance that will never be real.

Never can be real.

I spin tales of love and in doing so I doom myself for thinking I could ever be the lucky character in my own story.

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Day 27 of Kinktober: Sneaking Around With Riff

pairing: Michael ‘Riff’ Tamblyn x fem!reader

warning: dirty talk, eating out, getting caught, unprotected sex, violence

Y/N’s POV

Riff and I have been sneaking around for quite sometime but the Jets have been getting suspicious lately of Riff coming to their meetings late or him not showing up when Riff is needed when the Sharks are around the Jets.

I invited Riff to come to a spot that no one knows except for him and I but I want to do something different. When Riff found me, I was sitting on a crate naked with my legs spread out, I can tell he wanted me so bad but he just stood there staring.

“What’s the matter Riff, I don’t bite.” I said in a sweet voice he’s heard before.

“I wish we were married so I can this all the time.” He says approaching me.

“You know that my dad thinks you’re dangerous.” I said wrapping my legs around Riff’s waist.

“And the Jets don’t know about us.” He whispers in my ear.

“But that’s the fun part of it.” I whisper. “You can have me whatever you want, and you can always come to me when you’re having a rough day because I love it when you get rough.” I whisper again while trailing my finger on his body.

“Why’s that doll?” He said making us do nose to nose.

“The way you fuck me, you just go in and out, making me beg but you want to keep going and making me scream and moan until I cum, and then you take control on eating me out. But the way you fuck me, it’s different than you normally do, harder and rougher than usual.” I whisper in his ear.

“Where do you want to go hide and maybe, I can be rough with you.” He smirks.

“Wherever you want to hide.” I say.

Riff looks around and takes us to a different spot then where we not normally go to.

“This is different.” I say when Riff sets me down on a bench in a fort.

“Just want to make my baby feel good.” Riff says going down where my pussy is at.

I feel his tongue inside me, I gasp for a second, I tug on his hair which made him grab my legs so I couldn’t move them.

“I’m about to cum.” I moan.

He moans into me which made me moan again, fuck I need him inside me.

“Riff.” I make him look at me by tugging his head up to look at me. “Just fuck me.” I say.

He smirks and takes his pants off including his boxers off, he so huge. I lean towards him to make him be on top of me so we can make out. He positions himself so can fuck me. He goes in and out of me and I scream and starts to scratch his back, I can tell the Jets are going to make fun of him.

He keeps on fucking me until we hear the cat whistle. Riff and I look where the whistle came from and it’s the Jets, fuck! They found us.

“Well, well, well boys, look what we have here, our leader with a whore.” Joyboy says.

Riff covers me and himself up, but he tries to keep me behind him.

“So this is where you’ve been going to Riff isn’t?” Tiger says approaching us.

“Yeah, what about it?” Riff says.

I get scared so I hold on to Riff’s arm.

“Look boys, the whore is scared.” Joyboy says. The Jets chuckle.

“If you get near her I swear to god I’ll kill you.” Riff says.

“You’re defending the whore but you couldn’t be at the fights with the Sharks.” Mouthface confronts Riff.

“Stop calling me that.” I said.

“The whore speaks, did you blow hi-“ Riff slaps Tiger’s face.

“You son of a-“ Tiger and Riff begins to fight.

I try to hide but one of the Jets tries to grab me but Riff notices so he protects me from them. I find a knife so I hold it to in front of Balkan, Riff takes the knife out of my hand, Balkan looks smug and looks at the rest of the Jets and Riff ends the fight by punching Balkan in the face.

When the Jets leaves, Riff checks my body if there are any scars on my body. I check on his wounds, I help him sit down.

“Thank you for protecting me.” I smile.

“Anything for my girl, can you patch me up? I’ll try to patch you up as well.” Riff says.

I giggle, I try to find something to cover his wounds, I found an old t-shirt and I rip it apart so I can wrap the fabric around Riff’s wounds.

“You’re not a whore, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He says holding still for me.

“And you’re the best thing that ever happened to me too.” I say wrapping some fabric around one of his wounds.

I give a look, I lean in to kiss him and he kisses me back. Sneaking around with Riff has been really fun but terrifying because of the Jets finding out about us but Riff protected me through all of this mess, and Riff knows what he’s doing when he’s in control.

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Riff + "I don't really know how to dance..." || "It's never too late to learn" ?? x

I rewatched WSS today and ngl it feels good to return to writing Riff

Still accepting blurb requests! - Open to new characters!!

Fluff 5 - " I don't really know how to dance..." || "It's never too late to learn"

"You know, normally people actually... you know dance at a dance, girly girl."

Y/N smiled shyly at her friend. Riff had come over to where she had huddled herself into the corner of the gym, hoping to let the eyes of her peers pass over her. She should've known Riff wouldn't be able to do that, considering it was he who had spent the better part of the last few weeks trying to convince her to take a night off of work to attend the dance.

"I'm just having a drink," Y/N lifted the cup of punch to emphasise her point. Something fluttered in her chest at the slight eye roll it garnered from Riff, who folded his arms and leaned against the wall beside her.

"Well I'm sure by now you're nice and hydrated and ready to take the dance floor by storm, right doll?" He teased, eyebrows raising.

Y/N chuckled, forcing herself to look away from his eyes, determined not to get caught out staring. It was just... it was rare to see Riff in a state of such - for lack of a better term - cleanliness. Y/N was used to seeing her friend covered in paint or dust from his scuffles with both his fellow Jets and the Sharks.

And the jacket he was wearing this evening didn't have a single hole ripped into it. A shocking feat, if you were to ask Y/N.

Basically, what she was trying to say was that Riff cleaned up well. And Y/N wasn't really sure how to respond to that.

"I don't have a partner," Y/N denied, pretending to find something particularly interesting about the wood patterning of the gym floor, tracing the lines with the toe of her shoe. Anything to avoid the disbelieving look Riff was directing towards her.

"That's a load of horseshit," Riff finally burst out with a scoff. Y/N risked a glance at his blue eyes just in time to watch him roll them yet again. "I'm right here, girly girl. Aren't I?"

And... yes. Y/N supposed Riff was right there. For almost a month now she and her childhood friend had been skirting the borders between friendship and... something more. Stemming from a night of too much stolen beer, where they had ended up stealing away from the Jets - not overly secretively, if their whoops and hollers were anything to go by at the time - and Riff had pressed her up against a wall in an alleyway and-

Well... Y/N could feel the heat crawling up her neck at the memory and she suppressed a shiver.

Since then, things had changed between them. Riff would walk her home from work more often, he'd pull her onto his lap when they were talking, he'd wind an arm around her waist if he thought she was getting a little too comfortable with any of the other Jets.

A couple more stolen kisses here and there, too. But Riff hadn't said anything. Hadn't done anything to indicate that he actually wanted something more than... the casual-more-than-friendship thing that they had going on.

At least, that had been true up until he had started harassing her about coming to the dance. And if the intense look he was giving her was anything to go by, Y/N was getting the feeling that had been Riff trying to make it.. something official.

Though, Y/N had apparently taken too long to formulate a response to Riff's blatant invite. Because the leader was clearing his throat, pushing himself more upright and it was he avoiding her eyes now. Y/N could have sworn she saw a dusting of pink across his cheeks.

"Or - I mean I'm sure any of the Jets would dance with you if you asked. No need to have one partner."

Riff went as though to move away, but Y/N reached out to catch her fingers in his sleeve before he could get too far.

"I didn't mean it like that," she whispered. Riff cocked his head to the side, questioning. "I do want to dance with you, Jet Boy. I promise. It's just... I don't really know how to dance?" She offered, forcing herself to meet Riff's eyes.

A slow smirk made its way across his face, his eyes crinkling at the edges as he showed his amusement. And then Riff plucked the cup out of her hand, placing it on a nearby table and presenting Y/N with his hand in a dramatic flourish that had Y/N grinning.

"It's never too late to learn, girly girl."

[xriff-raffx]

Saying Goodbye

A/N: 18+ It's been a hot minute since I've posted anything and I honestly have no excuse. I'm working on a new chapter of Do Over but for now here's some good ol' Riff smut to tie you over - a little naughty and a little nice. enjoy!

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“Riff, please,” I groaned out. He was tracing his fingers delicately along my hips, tracing the waistband of my panties.

“Maybe I want to take my time,” he whispered into my ear before softly grazing my neck with his lips. “This could be the last time I see ya, don’t rush me.” He began to place kisses on my collar bone causing me to moan in pleasure. 

It was true, Riff was going to some stupid rumble with the Jets later tonight. As much as I missed him and hated him fighting, I looked forward to saying goodbye, he was different with goodbyes. I could see it in his eyes and hear it in his voice that he would miss me. He always touched me like he didn’t want to let go and selfishly I wish he didn’t. I felt him finally slip his hand over my heat and my eyes closed instinctually at the contact.

“How are you this wet, babe? I’ve hardly touched you,” I didn’t need to look at him to know he was smirking. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I started to run my fingers through his hair. “You never make it easy to leave.” 

“I don’t want it to be easy for you to leave,” I said in almost a teasing tone. I opened my eyes, finally looking deep into his blue ones, “Do they really need you tonight? I’m sure Ice can handle it,” I added with a pout.

He let out a low chuckle, “You know I gotta go, but fuck girly you make a good point.” He moved a finger over my clit and my breathing hitched. “Especially when I have you like this underneath me. You’re such a good girl.” His lips returned to my neck but his kisses were more rough than before. Kisses turned into nibbles which turned into biting and it wasn’t long till I was a moaning mess.

“You’re going to leave marks.”

“That’s the goal babe,” he leaned back smiling and placed his free hand on my neck, tracing the love bites he gave me. “Gotta mark my territory doll, need to make sure everyone knows you’re mine while I’m gone.”

I felt Riff begin to dance his fingers over my folds and a moan escaped my lips. It wasn’t long before he tore off my panties leaving me naked on his bed. Pulling himself off me, he stood up at the edge of the bed and scanned my body with his eyes, taking in every curve and mark on my body. I started to get an overwhelming self conscience feeling and reached for the blankets, only to have them ripped away. 

“No way am I letting you cover up.” His voice was stern but his eyes were still soft, “I’m trying to look at ya, you're too beautiful to hide from me princess.” I felt my face heat up at his words, and tried to cover my face with my hands. “Hey hey hey,” he said, taking my hands in his, “what did I just say.”

I giggled, “Stop staring at me.” I playfully hit his chest, sitting up.

“No,” he said quickly, pushing me back down on the bed. I watched as he undid his belt, “You’re all mine and I’ll stare if I wanna.” He pulled his jeans down his body, followed by his boxers, causing his member to spring free, already hard. I couldn’t help but gasp at the sight, “Now who's starring?”

He climbed back ontop of me, “are you going to come and fuck me now?” I questioned him, making him shake his head in disbelief.

“Listen to you, miss goodie two shoes begging to be fucked by some gang leader.” His voice was dripping with arrogance, he knew he had me right where he wanted me. I let out a moan, as I felt him line his cock up at my entrance. He slowly thrust into me, causing another moan to spill from my lips. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling us even closer together as his pace picked up. 

“That’s it, beautiful,” he cooed looking down at me. “You take my cock so well.” I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling his member push deeper into my wet pussy with each thrust and tilted my head back in euphoria. He took this as an opportunity to pepper my neck with his warm kisses, taking his time to suck harshly on my sweet spot before moving up to my ear.

“Move with me baby,” Riff moved his hand to gently grip my neck and I obeyed, moving my hips to match his. A groan of pleasure left his lips and all I wanted was to hear it again. 

“Maybe I could be on top tonight?” I asked quietly, looking up at him through my eyelashes. He met my look with a devilish smirk before connecting our lips once again. I took that as a yes and pushed him back with my hand lightly. Taking my cue, he flipped us over expertly, without breaking our kiss. 

I repositioned myself a little so I was straddling him, finally disconnecting our lips so I could look into his sea coloured eyes. He stayed silent but his smirk had returned as he watched my movements. I slowly ran my hands down his chest, scratching him slightly in the process. 

“I’m going to miss you,” I said fake pouting at him. “I want to make sure my man feels like a king tonight.” I bit my lip looking down at him and watched his eyes turn to a dark grey and fill with lust. I slowly began to bounce on him and was met with a moan of approval.

“Fuck princess,” His hands found my hips and he gripped tightly. He began to help my movements and bounce me on his big cock. “You’re giving me the best view in the world.”

He began to match my movements and thrust back with force. I did everything I could to not come undone right then and there. He could tell and it only made him move faster. 

“You wanna cum for me, beautiful?” His words were sweet like candy. “I want to feel you soak me before I have to leave.” Feeling a little brave, I rolled my hips earning another moan.

“On one condition,” I reached down and grabbed one of his hands, bringing it up to my lips and placing a sweet kiss on his palm before biting gently on one of his digits. 

“Anything.”

“Fill me before you go.” I watched his smirk grow. “I want to feel you cum deep inside me daddy please?” 

“Aw, is that what you want, princess?” His tone was almost mocking but all I could do was nod. His movements grew fast and sloppy as obscenities spilled from his lips. I quickly became a moaning mess. “You’re such a little slut for me.” 

“I can’t help it daddy,” I moaned out, leaning down to kiss him sweetly. “It’s what you do to me. I’m all yours.”

That was all Riff needed to hear as I felt him release inside of me, triggering my own orgasm. The room became filled with our moans and heavy breathing as I collapsed on top of his chest. He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead as he pulled out slowly. He carefully rolled me off of him and on to my side, making me groan at the loss of contact.

“Sorry princess,” he chuckled lowly, removing himself from the bed. He began to put on his clothes and I sat up to watch him. “I gotta get goin’.” He mocked my over exaggerated pout and pulled me in for another kiss.

“I wish you’d stay,” I whispered quietly, one last attempt to keep him here with me. 

“Don’t you worry doll,”  he said, connecting our foreheads. “There’s nothing in this world that will keep me from coming back home to you.”

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NAME: Darks

PRONOUNS:  She/they

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION:  tumblr ims or discord if we’re close

MOST ACTIVE MUSE: currently Riff, Maria, and Grazi

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS :I’ve been doin RP since 2010 on Tumblr and since 2007 on Gaiaonline. I am no long on the latter. I’ve only just started writing fanfiction last year and it’s right here if you’d like to read it (x) I need some feedback because it still needs work.

PLATFORMS YOU USE:  tumblr. 

BEST EXPERIENCE: oh goodness I’ve had too many to count. Probably all the wonderful internet friendships I’ve made over the years. @withinycu  & @ycllowhaired  are two people I’ve been writing with the longest.

RP PET PEEVES: Headcanons being stolen. I work really hard on the development of my characters so to have those headcanons be lifted and used by other people without my permission is really demoralizing.

FLUFF,   ANGST,   OR SMUT: Bittersweet angst. I like my muses to get a taste of happiness before their whole world implodes.

PLOTS OR MEMES: both! I really like plotting things out and swapping thoughts and just all the back and forth that comes with a collaborative effort to writing things out, but I get that this can make a lot of people anxious so just being able to respond to a meme and have it evolve into something is also really fun.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: it depends on what i feel up to writing and how overwhelmed i am. I think there’s that inherent guilt to match other people’s lengths and sometimes I just can’t. other times i’ll just... outwrite them. so just go with the flow and see what comes out tbh.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: generally at night (EST) or on the weekends. i queue most things though because I have to work/take care of family/ adulting and other real life stuff.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSES: Lord i hope not. I mean there’s some real period typical rac.sim, sex.ism,  classism and other things that i really struggle to write and research, but that’s just part of the character’s lives that I don’t feel should be glossed over because of environmental circumstance and nature vs nurture. I’m really more interested in forcing all the babes into situations that make them grow as characters and not stick in these self destructive behaviors.  I do think I have both the Jets and the Sharks sense of loyalty and found family style friendships. but I don’t live in the 1950s and I’ve never been that poor. There’s a lot to say about what’s going on in the world today and how  that still keeps WSS’s message relevant, but i share little with my muses.

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[pariahsparadise]

riff lorton x shy!reader hc's

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requested by @luckyrabbits - hi! if requests are open, can i request something (fic or hcs are alright!) w riff lorton and a fem / gn reader who’s very shy? ty and have a great day! 

word count: 500

a/n: sorry this took so long to make! and as a shy person myself, i totally loved this prompt lol. hope you like this 💗

pairing(s): riff lorton x fem!reader

riff first sees you when he stops by at doc’s. you’re working alongside tony and laughing at something he’s saying to you, one hand coming up a little self-consciously to cover your smile

riff melts on the spot

he bothers tony for next few days, trying to convince him to introduce the two of you

tony first says no, he knows you aren’t too comfortable around strangers

but riff manages to wear him down eventually

you’re a little scared when you first talk to him, and you’re really thankful that tony and riff manage to carry the conversation on their own with little input from you

but over time, talking to riff gets a little easier

until the mf starts flirting with you

my god, you get so flustered

riff’s a pretty smooth guy, with lots of confidence, he knows what he’s doing

you’re the exact opposite

the first time riff calls you “girly girl”, you get so flustered, you have to walk away to the staff room

he always keeps himself in check though

yes, he loves making you blush, but he never wants to actually make you uncomfortable, so he stays within his limits

he takes you out on multiple dates, usually in secluded places

originally, he did this so you’d feel better, but he ends up liking it more himself, it’s quality time with you AND he’s the sole receiver of all your attention

this isn’t always the case though

sometimes you insist on going dancing because you know all the jets are

and riff loves it too, but he won’t go without you

so you try and bear with it as much as you can

you’re too shy to dance in the hall with all the people milling about you though, so you encourage riff to dance with grazie and the other girls

and even if he does, he always manages to find his way back to you

will probably drag you out of the hall to dance in the parking lot

the music is muted, he sings along to it as he sways you around before pulling you into a kiss

you melt against him, knees unsteady, thankful for the arm he secures around your waist to keep you standing

riff’s also great at extracting you from social situations you don’t want to be in

all you have to do is tug on his sleeve once, and he’ll offer the people around you a pleasant smile and believable excuse before whisking you away

he’s usually the one to initiate physical touch, but on the rare occasions that you do?? fucking dead

just imagine, dragging him down by the collar of his shirt to kiss you?? out of absolutely nowhere?

he always makes the most surprised gasp, too

it fuels your ego, gives you the very necessary confidence boost that you need

riff kind of tends to keep the jets away from you, they’re a really loud and often rude gang

he knows you don’t need to be a part of a crowd like that, so the only jets you properly know are riff and tony

all in all, he’s a great boyfriend, and he finds your shyness endearing instead of annoying

it’s just one of the many things he’s loves about you :)

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I know he's losing in the Kinkmas votes but, if we could get any reader x Michael ‘Riff’ Tamblyn (WSS) I would love it and I know a lot of the fandom would, too. There's very little fics out there anymore for WSS.

Day 10 of Kinkmas: After The Dance With Riff

pairing: Michael ‘Riff’ Tamblyn x fem!reader

warning: hickeys, protected sex, hickeys, riding

Y/N’s POV

There’s 2 weeks until the homecoming dance and I don’t have a date, which I really don’t care if I don’t because I rather stay home anyway watching TV, read books, or do my homework, like I normally do on a Saturday night.

One day, Michael Tamblyn, also known as, Riff, asks me to go to the homecoming dance, which I got so excited about because he’s the kindest and sweetest (to me) boy I’ve ever met.

Yes, I’m in the Jets but the reason why I’m in it because I met Debby in English 1 and she introduced me to the Jets. They told me that another gang name Sharks are dangerous, I’ve met María and her brother’s girlfriend they are so sweet and I try to treat them like they treat me and they appreciate it.

When I met Riff, I fell in love, but I can’t believe that he asks me to go to the dance.

When Riff picked me up we picked up some other jets including their girlfriends. We arrive at the school and the gymnasium looks pretty decorated! Riff holds my hand and takes me to the dance floor to dance. We begin to dance and our friends join in, I feel someone bump into me, I turn my head to see Velma and her date, I get excited to see them and Velma and I do this little hand gesture to each other, Riff turns us around and continues to dance but I’m hugging him while we dance.

I look around and see Tony, I tape Riff on the shoulder and he looks behind him and he sees Tony. We walk up to him and we let him join where the jets are at but he wanted to walk around.

Some of the Sharks come in the gymnasium doors, I already know what’s coming. I see María, I give her a little smile, We made an agreement that we would make little gestures to each other but we will make them not that obvious.

Riff and I kept on dancing and apparently Riff bumps into someone and then it turned into world war three, everyone yelling at each other, Riff screaming at the Shark in front of us and him holding close to me, I wanted to leave but we all hear a whistle and everyone payed attention to whoever blew the whistle.

The judge kept on telling us to behave, have you ever met Riff, he doesn’t behave at all. We do the dance but things go overboard, we ignore his orders so we danced on our own, it was so fun.

After the dance, Riff and I went somewhere, we went to West Point, where people go to make out. When we got there, he gets into the back seat and we start to make out. He gets my straps of my dress off my shoulders and he kisses my neck, I moan. He begins to give me hickeys which made me moan again. I get on top of him and begin to give him some hickeys, he holds me tight to keep me in place.

After a while, clothes on the car floor, moaning in the car, and the car is kinda rocking. Riff is going in and out of me. We’re protected don’t worry! I get on top of Riff and start to ride him. I can hear him groaning, I can hear other people screaming and groaning which makes me go faster, Riff sits up and kisses my chest.

After us making out, we get back home and my parents almost killed me because of the hickeys that Riff gave me but I don’t care, he’s so good to me that I sometimes forget that he’s done that to me before.

[thelovejustinbelivesin]

@sspiderj

you ever read a fanfic and just sit back and think…someone wrote something THIS good… and then just….published it on the internet….for free…..

[misguidedswagger]

Now, Sit Still. [riff lorton x reader]

*this will not follow the exact plotline of wss. pov will switch after line break.

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“Valentina, are you sure about this? I can always stay later, you know that I-” 

Valentina waved Y/n’s offer off with a wave of her hand, “Ay, mi querida, do not worry. You know how those...boys...can get...I do not want you to be walking home alone so late.” She shivered at the thought of the two fighting gangs, before going back to organizing the glass box the cash register sat on. Y/n’s face scrunched up in worry before she walked up to Valentina, helping her organize.

“Valentina, let me help, por favor.” Y/n had been trying to work on her Spanish slowly, so she began integrating bits and pieces into her vocabulary slowly. She wanted to make things easier for Valentina for being so kind to her. “It’s the least I can do.” Y/n affirmed softly, causing the older woman to smile and playfully smack Y/n’s shoulder. “You are too much like your-”

The door of Doc’s slammed open so hard that Valentina could’ve sworn the window broke. Both employees rushed forward towards the door, but the older one stopped before rolling her eyes. 

“I told you, I do not want you in my store!” She said, a scowl resting on her face. For someone as kind and loving as her, any sort of displeasure on her was nerve inducing. Her eyes landed on the tall boy standing in the doorway. “C’mon, you know me. I’m not going to-” 

“You’ve been stealing from me since you were six. Now get out,” Valentina deadpanned. Riff completely ignored her, his eyes and attention finding her, “Hi there, gorgeous.” He flashed a smile at Y/n, “Don’t you usually get off earlier than this?” He questioned before walking a bit closer to her. As enticing as Riff was, she knew he had an ulterior motive. 

“What’re you hiding from now, Riff? Or who?” It was Y/n’s turn now to walk closer to him, causing him to scoff then swallow before looking at the girl nervously. “No one. A Jet don’t hide. Guys hide from me, it ain’t the other way around.” He spoke lowly before starting to walk towards the Milky Ways. 

“Wanna cover me, girly girl?” He asked holding up a Milky Way and shaking it a bit, his typical smirk back on his face as if anything he just said never left his mouth. Rolling her eyes, she opened her mouth to say something before an idea came to mind. It was time for Y/n to wear her own smirk to challenge Riff’s. “Hmm, only if you tell me why you’re really in here.” 

Clearly, Riff didn’t expect that. His eyes widened and Y/n had to fight very hard not to laugh. Riff didn’t expect Y/n to tease back, pleasantly surprising him. Riff swallowed his nerves and cleared his throat, looking at the candy bar in his hand. “Can we talk somewhere else?” 

Y/n was taken by surprise by Riff’s request. Skeptically, she glanced between her boss and the tall Jet, “Ir. Estar a salvo.” The older woman spoke, before smiling at Y/n and repeating herself in English, “Go, be safe.” At that, Y/n smiled nervously and nodded before grabbing her bag and leading Riff to the door. The two walked together before Y/n ran back to the cash register, placing a coin into the drawer before walking back over to Riff who was holding the door open for her. 

“Y’know, girly girl... I didn’t expect you to actually cover me.” Riff teased before shutting the door behind them, chuckling at her. 

Valentina held her hands in front of her mouth, watching Y/n and Riff walk off together. Her nerves were frayed enough, but watching her surrogate child walk into the arms of a gang leader frightened her. She trusted Y/n, not Riff. 

****

“Girly girl? And, yes, Riff, I had to cover you. Valentina is too sweet of a woman for you to keep stealing from her.” You reprimanded, causing Riff so smile. Has he always been this smiley? You shook the thought from your head and looked at your surroundings, “You’re not gonna try anything with me, are you?” She raised a brow, causing Riff to laugh. “Relax. I just didn’t want the old woman to hear me say what I wanna say. But, we’re here.” Riff kept walking to the edge of the park, to the river. He sat down at the edge and held a hand for you. You took his hand and sat next to him, looking out at the river. 

“So...Are you going to tell me what you wanted to say?” You queried, a teasing tone evident in your voice. Riff was staring out at the river as if you never said anything at all. You leaned forward and waved a hand in front his face, causing him to snap out of it. “Hm?” he hummed quietly, finally looking over at you. “What did you-”

You had never noticed the slight heterochromia in his eyes until now and you were at a loss for words. Riff was a magnet and you were being pulled in, fast. Riff swallowed, his eyes staring deeply into yours. “I wanted to tell you,” Your lips were almost touching at this point, but he finally finished his thought when your lips brushed, “I love you.”

Then your lips touched, and your heart soared. For the entire time you’ve known Riff, you had longed to hear those words. You kissed him deeply and leaned into him, a hand coming up to hold your cheek. Riff pulled you closer with his other hand, resting it on your waist. You were ecstatic, for so long you had acted like you hated Riff, and now you could actually show how you truly felt about him. 

Before you got too carried away though, a sudden loud whistle caused you to jump, “Ah, look at this. The Jet boy is taking our precious Y/n.” A voice said, causing your head to flick to it. “Anxious...?” You asked softly, looking at one of the Sharks, swallowing your nerves. You stood quickly, feeling Riff stand, a protective hand on your hip. You pushed the butterflies from your stomach out of your body and paid close attention to Anxious. You had no idea if he was alone. 

As comforting as you found Riff’s hand placement, clearly this angered Anxious. He stepped closer to the two of you, grabbing you by your dress. “Hands off her, asshole.” Riff said, shoving him off you. Anxious stumbled back a bit, before going head to head with Riff. He grabbed Riff and wound up for a punch. You ran to him and pulled on his arm, “It’s okay, Anxious, you don’t have to-” 

Too caught up in his own anger, he jerked his arm away and shoved you away, causing you to fly to the ground. With a whine of pain, both men’s heads snapped to you. You looked down at yourself and noticed your arm was scraped and bleeding, it dripping onto the bodice of your dress. You frowned as it was now ruined, as blood was next to impossible to remove from fabric. 

Your eyes flicked up to Riff and you had sworn you’d never seen him so angry. You were happy that it wasn’t directed at you, but you were nervous that Anxious would get beat to a pulp. Riff swung a punch directly into Anxious’s nose, causing you to flinch. “Now look at what you did!” He said, venom lacing his words. Anxious held his nose as Riff gripped his shirt and prepared to throw Anxious to the ground. 

“Riff!” You called out, standing up. Riff looked at you with sadness in his eyes and the anger in him returned at seeing the bloodstains on your dress. The dangerous fire of anger burned brightly as his eyes locked back onto Anxious. 

“Riff, no! Stop. Don’t--” You took a second to pry his hands off of the other man, “Let him go.” You kissed his temple softly and Riff tsked, “But he-” Riff tried, but you held a finger up to his lips, “Let him go.” You repeated to him. Riff sighed softly and shoved Anxious away. “I see you again, you’re fuckin’ dead. Got it?” 

Anxious spit out blood before turning around and glaring at Riff before turning t look at you. “I-” 

“Anxious, please leave while I’m still entertaining the idea of not telling Bernardo about this whole thing.” You said flatly, a brow raised and a hand waving him off. At your words, Anxious turned around and took off running.

As soon as Anxious turned around, Riff was on you in a second, examining your injuries closely. “I’m sorry princess, I shoulda killed him before he had the chance to-” You shook your head very quickly, “Violence is not the answer to everything, darling.” A light blush fanned over Riff’s face at the use of the pet name. He placed a kiss onto your forehead before nodding. “I’ll work on that, just for you.” He smiled, causing you to smile too. He leaned in to kiss you, holding your face in his hand,

“Ow.” Your sudden word of pain caused Riff to almost fly back. He had temporarily forgotten your injuries and he tsked once again. “C’mon...” Riff spoke, leading you away from the river by your uninjured arm.

Riff led you back to his home, showing you a plethora of first aid and tattered cloths you could only assume were used to wrap wounds and other injuries. “Woah...” You let out quietly, causing the boy to laugh softly. “Yeah, gang fights’ll do that to ya...” He trailed off before sitting you down next to his first aid station. “ ‘M sorry for the mess.” He mumbled before starting to get to work on cleaning you up. He looked around his room before handing you one of his spare shirts. “Do you want to change into this?” Riff asked, starting to stand. “I wouldn’t look, don’t worry.” He put his hands up as he backed up and inched closer to the door before smirking, “Unless you want me to.” he winked, causing you to blush dark. 

You took a second to think before reaching your hand forward to him, flicking your fingers to and from yourself. “Give it to me.” Riff did as you asked and turned around and leaned on the door frame, his eyes on the wall. You removed the dress and slid Riff’s shirt over your head, it draping over your underdress. “Ya decent?” He asked. You nodded, forgetting he couldn’t see you. “Yes.” You said shortly before he turned around and smiled at you. 

Riff walked back over to you and his smile only grew as he crouched again with you near his first aid, “You look good in my shirt. Maybe I’ll let you keep it.” You laughed softly, your heart swelling just a bit. Your laugh caused Riff to begin laughing too. Eventually though, your laughter died down and Riff began to frown, “Doll face, you know this is gonna hurt right?” You nodded and held your arm out to him, “It’s okay. I trust you.” You reassured Riff, smiling at him. “Gotta trust my boyfriend, don’t I?” 

Riff’s breath caught in his throat and he sputtered. His usual calm and collected personality had faltered, “Woah there, girly girl. And who said that’s who I was?” He asked quietly, his pupils growing in size. You could see the love in his eyes and you blushed before leaning forward and kissing him. 

You pulled away, much to his dismay. He leaned forward to catch your lips in his once again, leaving you to only raise a brow at him. “Okay...Okay, I say that’s who I am. Give me those cute lips again, doll.” He grinned, causing you to laugh and kiss him again. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you impossibly close. He ran his hands up and down your body before you pulled away. “You’re getting carried away, darling.” You teased, causing him to only smile and kiss your nose before leaning back to look at your wound. “Can’t help myself with you, Y/n. You’re changin’ me, doll.” 

Another smile spread on your face, “And you’re changing me, Riff.” Riff turned your arm for further examination, “How could that asshole be so careless? I swear to ya, Y/n, the very next time I see that motherfucker, I’m really gonna-” 

“Riff?” 

“Yeah, baby doll?”

“Could ya just clean it please?” 

The two of you laughed and he nodded and finally picked up the first aid, “Okay okay, workin’ on it. Keep in mind how bad it’s gonna hurt though.” You nodded, “I know.” Riff picked up the alcohol and poured it over your open wound. 

“Ow.” You whined, a frown burning deeper onto Riff’s face. “I know baby doll, I’m sorry. Almost done.” The Jet reassured, cleaning the last bit of your injury. After wrapping up your wound, he took the dress you were wearing and walked to another part of his room, started to scrub at it. You smiled at his dedication and followed behind him. You watched him try everything he had to attempt to get the stains out. Ultimately though, he accidentally made it worse. 

“I’m sorry about your shirt.” Riff said sheepishly, frowning at the stained and soaked fabric. You sat next to him and rubbed his shoulder, kissing his temple. “It’s okay. I was going to throw it out anyways.” Riff smiled and laughed softly, 

“No you weren’t.” 

“Yeah, you’re right.” 

“That’s what I thought. Now, sit still.”

req. by @mikefaistmiamor “Hi hi can you please do a riff x reader for the prompt ‘I’m sorry about ur shirt- it’s okay I was going to throw it out anyways’”

pls give me more riff requests. love this man(’s actor) sm.

hope you enjoyed!

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Boys Who Rumble

Pairing: Riff x female!Reader

Summary: Riff broke up with her months ago, too scared that he'd end up hurting her somehow. And yet when Tony hears about the rumble his friend has planned, it's still Y/N who he turns to for help trying to convince Riff to call it off

Warnings: Violence (I mean... it's wss what do you expect? lmao), swearing, mentions of drug use

Word Count: 3,750

A/N: Heya so this is my first riff fic so I hope it's alright! I might write a second part to it (maybe as like a prologue or smth like them getting together for the first time?) so let me know what you think! Remember to reblog, comment and everything - anything to tell me your thoughts! Requests are open at the moment so feel free to send them into my inbox :)

Happy reading!

If Y/N was to write a list ranking who she felt was most likely to pay her a visit at her place of work, Tony was probably in last place.

It wasn't that they didn't get along - on the contrary, before he had been sent away for a year, they were pretty close friends what with their mutual link to Riff - but, a lot had changed in the year he was gone. And one of the more major things - something that Tony hadn't believed when he was initially told about it - was that Y/N and Riff had broken up.

And even with Y/N and Riff still being on friendly - though undeniably awkward and painful - terms, there was little reason for Tony to seek her out anymore.

And yet here he was, leaning against the counter casually, looking rather out of breath and a scowl on his face as he waited for her to finish serving the customer currently waiting on their food. Y/N passed it over with a smile on her face, one which became a lot more confused, her eyebrows raising and lips twitching in slight amusement as the customer turned away to leave and there was just Tony and Y/N left in the store.

"Can I help you?" She asked mildly. "I can't give you mates rates anymore, you know that, right?"

Tony let out a sharp laugh, which Y/N was sure bordered on sounding bitter.

"I need your help," he said instead, pushing himself up to walk over to stand in front of her.

"Nice to see you too," Y/N rolled her eyes, but she couldn't stop herself from smiling a little at the familiarity of the situation - who would've guessed that she'd miss getting called on to look after the Jets. Y/N turned away from him and reached up into one of the higher cupboards, bringing out the first aid kit that she had kept in there since she first met Riff. "Baby John again?"

"What?" When Y/N turned around again, Tony's nose was scrunched up in confusion until his eyes landed on the first aid kit and he shook his head stiffly. "Nothing like that - well..." he caught himself and sighed again. "Riff's planned a rumble."

Y/N's heart jumped in her chest and she felt her grip on the first aid kit loosen involuntarily, her throat running dry.

"With-" she cleared her throat, wetting her lips. "With the Sharks?"

Tony sighed again and nodded his head.

"He's got a gun."

This time the kit really did fall from her hands, landing on the floor with a thud.

"He's what?!"

"It can't go ahead," Tony said, almost pleading with her.

"Have you talked to him?"

"Yeah - but he thinks I've betrayed him, deserted the Jets and all that, since I said I wouldn't get involved with it."

"When is it?"

"Tonight," Tony said regretfully.

"Fuck," Y/N breathed. "Well, what do you want me to do about it?"

"Talk to Riff?" Tony said immediately. "He'll listen to you - he always did."

"You know it's different now - Riff broke up with me, remember?"

"Yeah, but it's not like he did it because he stopped loving you," Tony pointed out, sending another stab into her heart.

"Has Graz tried to talk to him about it?" She tried.

"It's not like that between them and you know it," Tony scoffed.

"What's... what's it about, anyway?" Y/N picked up the rag on the counter and began to wipe it down, just to have something to do with her hands as her mind raced with thoughts.

"At the dance last night," Tony's suddenly doing his best to avoid Y/N eyes entirely. "Bernardo tried to start with me."

"Why?" Y/N asked. There's a sudden flush on Tony's cheeks and he cleared his throat, lips beginning to tug into a reluctant smile.

"I... I was dancing with his sister - Maria. He... wasn't a fan," Tony said, though he didn't look the slightest bit ashamed about it. Y/N snorted out a laugh.

"I'm sure Riff wasn't too pleased either," she said knowingly.

"Nah - he hasn't actually said anything to me about it," Tony shrugged. "Think he thinks I just did it to mess with Bernardo."

"You better not have," Y/N said sharply. "Maria's lovely - they all are, I've never understood Riff's problem."

"I didn't," Tony promised her. "I love her," he stated simply with a slight shrug of his shoulders. "And she asked me to get Riff to call of tonight's rumble so..."

"Oh - well, good to know that you wouldn't be bothered about stopping it if your girlfriend hadn't said anything," Y/N couldn't help herself from saying.

"That's not fair! You know Riff, he doesn't listen to anyone!" Tony hesitated. "Well, except for you."

"Riff's avoiding me anyway, he won't talk to me, especially if I just tell him to call off the rumble."

And even though she knew her words were the truth, she couldn't help but also think about where she'd be most likely to catch him before the rumble - where the jets would usually go to prepare before their fights.

The door jingled, signalling another customer and Y/N was grateful for the interruption.

"Just..." Tony groaned frustratedly. "Try?" He begged, walking over to the door as it had begun to swing closed again.

Y/N didn't look at him, but gave a single, silent nod of her head.

//

As it turned out, Y/N didn’t have to try and seek Riff out, because when her shift ended that night, there he was. Right outside the bakery, leaning against the wall, lit cigarette between his lips and a would-be-indifferent expression on his face.

It was a sight that was so painfully familiar from their time together, back when Riff would walk her home every night after a shift. He hated the idea of her walking back alone in the dark - and Y/N knew he still hated it, and also that he still cared about her because she would often catch glimpses of the other Jets, walking a distance behind her or hiding behind corners.

Something that would be utterly terrifying to almost anyone else, Y/N was sure. But the thing was - for a while, they had been her boys. And Y/N knew that it was Riff who’d sent them, just to make sure she got home okay, to make sure no one bothered her as she walked.

But this evening it was just him, waiting where he always used to.

“I feel honoured - I hear you already have evening plans.”

Riff’s expression tugs into a slight smirk and he drops the cigarette he’s holding to the ground, crushing it with the heel of his shoe.

“Who told you? Baby John?”

Y/N smiled a little, shaking her head. “Tony.”

Riff’s smirk faded.

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” Y/N agreed. She tilted her head to the side. “You walking me home or not, Jet Boy?”

“Depends - you gonna try and talk me out of rumbling?”

Y/N just laughed and set off walking. Sure enough, Riff was quick to jog and catch up with her. He offered her his arm silently and Y/N took it.

“I’ve always come back fine before,” Riff breaks the silence at last.

“This is different, though,” Y/N said.

“Why? Because I’ve got a gun? I’m only gonna use it if-“

“No, because you came to me.”

Y/N peaked at Riff from the corner of her eye to see him frowning a little.

“I always came to you before rumbles.”

“Yeah. But that was before, Riff,” she pointed out. “You’ve been avoiding me since you ended it, even when you’ve had full on brawls. But tonight you came to me again before a rumble,” Y/N tugged on his arm, forcing him to stop in front of her. He refused to meet her eyes. “That’s how I know it’s different.”

“Ever thought I just wanted to see you, girly girl?” Riff tried to inject some of his usual confidence into his voice but Y/N isn’t fooled. She knew him too well for that.

“I know you did,” Y/N agreed gently. “But you never did until now.”

“You used to be so shy when we met,” Riff chuckles and he tried to make it sound bitter, annoyed. But there’s nothing but affection in the sound. “Convinced that I didn’t like you.”

“And you spent the whole time we were together determined to change my mind - figured you’d be proud of yourself for it,” Y/N teased. Riff finally lifted his gaze to meet hers and it’s the softest that Y/N has ever seen him look, save for the night when he first told her he loved her. “Please don’t go tonight - please call it off, Riff,” she whispered, and it’s instinctual how her hand raises to rest on his cheek, her thumb caressing the scar beneath his eye.

“I can’t,” Riff said gently and he turned to press a kiss to her palm. “It’d be too late now anyway.”

“You ended us because you were scared to hurt me,” Y/N reminded him and she hates herself just a little for the way that her eyes fill with tears. “This is it. This is you hurting me. Seeing you go into this - knowing you’re going to get hurt. And over what? Territory? Tony dancing with a Puerto Rican girl?” She tried to gulp back her tears, tried to calm her shaking breath. Riff noticed her struggle and tugged her just a little closer to him, winding an arm around her waist and kissing her palm again. “You said to me once that - that you were destined to die young. I’m sorry that I couldn’t make you change your mind.”

“That’s not you, Angel,” the pet name is achingly familiar and Y/N closed her eyes, feeling Riff’s other hand come up to brush away the tears on her cheeks. “I’m gonna come back to you, I promise.”

And there’s a resoluteness in his voice that hadn’t been there before, despite all of his suave confidence. A vow, as though now he has a reason to come back from the rumble. He has something to loose.

“You know you’d like Bernardo if you weren’t always trying to fight him for no fucking reason,” Y/N said after a moment and Riff laughed a little and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Come on, girly girl, let's get you home.”

This time, he held out his hand for her, and Y/N couldn’t not accept the offer, allowing his fingers to wrap tightly around hers.

“I mean it, though! I mean, Jets, Sharks - you do realise you have a common enemy in the police, right?” Riff just chuckled again, squeezing her hand.

“We’ll see.”

It’s not far to Y/N’s apartment, and they walk the rest of it in silence, Y/N’s mind plagued with thoughts of the worst case scenario for the evening to come.

When they reach the door, though, they loiter awkwardly, unsure of how to navigate parting on these terms.

“And you’re sure there’s no way you can call it off?” Y/N asked at last.

“They’re on our turf. They gotta respect that - you know that.” Riff said, injecting his usual confidence into the words.

“There’s enough of New York for all of you,” Y/N reminded him. She gnawed at her bottom lip. “I don’t want any of you getting hurt,” she whispered at last.

“I’ll come to you - tonight, after the rumble,” Riff said abruptly. “So you know I’m okay.”

“Okay,” Y/N agreed. “And I know you’re gonna go through with it no matter what but… don’t let it go too far - please,” she begged. “I know you Riff - I know you don’t want that. You don’t want anyone getting seriously hurt.”

There was a moment of hesitation that crossed his face before he, at last, gave a stiff nod of his head.

“Close your eyes,” she instructed, letting go of Riff’s hand to reach up to the clasp of her necklace. Riff raised his eyebrows but did as instructed without question. Y/N unfastened her necklace and slipped the charm off of it and into the palm of her hand, her fingers closed momentarily around it as though by doing that she could store all the luck in the world inside of it for Riff. But then she reached over and carefully lifted the chain from around Riff’s own neck, unfastening it and threading her charm onto it so that lay beside the four leaf clover she knew was all he had left of his mother.

Y/N carefully slipped the necklace back around Riff’s neck, her fingers loitering a little too long where they made contact with his skin before she pulled back. Riff opened his eyes, hand coming up to play with the new charm.

“Doll-”

“Now you have to come back to me. Because I’m not going to a fucking morgue to get that back,” she said fiercely. Riff grinned at the words before glancing up at the darkening sky, and the smile slipped ever so slightly.

“I…” he hesitated before setting his jaw, grim determination on his face. “I shouldn’t’ve ended it. I know that was… dumb. But, if you’ll have me, I still-“

Y/N reached forwards and covered his mouth, scowling at him.

“Tonight. You tell me tonight, when I know you’re safe and I also know you haven’t done anything utterly stupid.”

Riff nodded and Y/N dropped her hand.

“Tonight,” he said and Y/N repeated the word in confirmation.

“Tonight.”

And with a swift kiss to her forehead, and another to her cheek, Y/N watched her Jet Boy disappear into the night.

//

Naturally, Y/N had known all along that she would never be able to fall asleep that night - not until Riff came, at least. She had tried to convince herself that she could, though, by changing into her nightwear and settling into bed with her book.

Not that she was paying any attention to the words on the page whatsoever, far too distracted with her concern for what was happening across town somewhere from her. A concern that only grew as the minutes dragged sluggishly by.

By the time that the frantic knocking came, she had given up all pretence and was instead just pacing back and forth in her room. Her heart dropped into her stomach at the sound - Riff would have just come to her window, as he always did, so as not to wake her flatmates. There had to be something wrong.

Y/N rushed to the door to her apartment and flung it open, greeted by two familiar, red-faced and panting figures.

“You gotta come - it’s Riff,” Anybodys gasped out, Baby John nodding quickly next to him, beckoning with his hand.

“Is he okay?” Y/N asked, though she was already halfway out of the door, not pausing to grab her shoes or a change of clothes.

The three of them sprinted down the steps of the apartment building.

“He’s hurt bad - we got him to Doc’s but he’s just been asking for you,” Baby John filled in.

“How bad?” Y/N asked, the three of them practically sprinting down the near deserted streets of New York. The pavement is cool and rough beneath her bare feet and she knows that she’s going to regret not bothering with shoes the next morning but right now it’s the least of her worries.

“Well… he’s conscious,” Baby John offered, evidently not wanting to have to be the bearer of bad news.

“Well that’s something,” Y/N muttered.

When they arrive at Doc’s, the rest of the Jet’s are clustered inside, not talking save for a few awkward murmurs here and there. Graziella and Velma are also sat inside, looking solemn and worried. The girls stood up when Y/N rushed inside.

“You’re here,” Velma sighed with relief. Y/N nodded mutely.

“He’s downstairs,” Graziella said, reaching out to grab a hold of Y/N’s hand. She gave it a quick squeeze and what Y/N knew she hoped to be a reassuring smile.

As she headed to the door to the backroom, she heard Baby John ask:

“Is he doing any better?”

She shut the door behind her quickly, not wanting to hear the answer.

“Y/N? That you?” Tony’s familiar voice called.

She rounded the corner at the bottom of the steps into Tony’s room and couldn’t help a slight gasp.

Riff was laying on Tony’s bed, his shirt discarded on the ground, though Y/N could see it was entirely soaked with blood. There was a deep gash in his torso, which Tony appeared to be in the process of cleaning out.

“We managed to get the bleeding to stop,” Tony filled her in with undeniable relief in his voice.

“What the hell happened?” She asked, stepping closer. Riff’s eyes were shut lightly, though seemed to be flickering slightly as though he was coming in and out of consciousness.

“Stabbed at the rumble - Bernardo… I tried to talk him down, explain everything you know. He just wanted to fight. He started on me and I think that was what… set Riff off - I wouldn’t fight back, see?” Y/N just nodded mutely along with Tony’s shaky words. “So Riff told him that he’d fight. I don’t really… know what happened then? There was a knife on the floor, then Riff was pulling one out of his pocket and then…” Y/N tore her eyes away from Riff to look at Tony, who was struggling with his words. “I managed to get hold of it. I wouldn’t give it to him - he was just wrestling with me for it. He managed to get it free, but when he turned… Bernardo’s knife…” Tony shook his head. “He didn’t mean to do it - I mean, his face,” Tony swallowed thickly. “We’re just lucky that he wasn’t aiming any higher,” he shook his head stoically. “I lost it then, started fighting him properly. Then there were sirens and the police had found us, so everyone else scattered. Anybodys yanked me back before I could… before I could do any worse to him than he did to Riff.”

Y/N just nodded silently.

“You think he’s going to be okay, though?” Y/N asked, hating the hopeful lilt in her voice.

“I hope so,” Tony said, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“And Bernardo?”

“Alive. Sharks carried him out and he was still conscious.” Y/N nodded her head.

“That’s good,” she whispered faintly. Then she remembered: “Maria - weren’t you meant to…”

“I couldn’t leave him,” Tony said, gesturing at his best friend, laying on his bed.

“Go find her. I’ve got it. I swear.”

Tony stared at her for a moment before nodding slowly.

“You’ll… you’ll come find me if…”

“Of course.”

And Tony was gone, rushing up the stairs of his room and outside into the cool night to make amends with Maria, leaving behind him Y/N with a pile of medical supplies and Riff.

“So much for being careful, huh?” She couldn’t help but murmur into the quiet of the room.

“Promised you alive,” came a raspy, weak voice. “Nothing about careful.”

“And I thought you meant alive-alive, not… one bad cough away from the grave,” she said, though couldn’t hide the relief she felt at actually hearing him speak. Riff’s lips twitched up into a slight smile and he shifted on the bed before groaning in pain. “Stop moving! I need to bandage you,” she scolded, placing a hand gently on his chest.

Riff at last peaked open his eyes.

“You came in your nightclothes?” He asked, smiling a little. Y/N rolled her eyes.

“That’s not even the part you’ll find funniest,” she told him as she began to carefully wrap the pristine bandages around his wound, giving a soft apology when he gave a hiss of pain.

“Oh yeah?” He asked.

“Yeah - didn’t even get shoes on my way out of the flat,” she said, lifting her eyes to meet his and grinning. Riff huffed out a laugh, but immediately groaned in pain. “I’ll see if I can find some painkillers,” Y/N said as she finished tying the bandage around the stab wound. She stood up, turning to face towards the exit where the actual pharmacy was. But Riff’s hand shot out and his fingers wrapped around her wrist, stopping her.

“No just - stay here. For a sec,” he said. And when Y/N looked at him again, there was genuine fear on his face that she would leave him.

“I don’t want you to be in pain,” she said, leaning over and she pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips. “I’ll be back in two seconds.”

Riff raised his other hand, which Y/N hadn’t noticed had been clenched into a fist and he slowly moved it towards her, wincing with every small movement, carefully opening it and allowing the chain to dangle from a finger.

“This way you’re the one who has to come back to me,” he said.

The necklace was tinted rusty red in parts, likely from how tightly Riff had been gripping it in his hand. Why he had taken it off to hold instead of wear about his neck was a question that Y/N wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer to.

“I’ll always come back to you,” Y/N vowed, taking hold of the necklace. “And I’ll stay for as long as you let me.”

“Forever, then?” He asked, his voice hushed and embarrassed, vulnerable in the way he often was when it was just the two of them, without any of his jets to see him.

“If you want that,” Y/N agreed, grinning at him. She lent down again and moulded their lips together as gently as she could. Riff’s hand rested on her cheek, pulling her closer, a sense of desperation in the kiss. It felt as though he was making up for lost time, or perhaps that was just Y/N’s imagination.

They broke apart, though Y/N kept her forehead rested against Riff’s, close enough to feel his breath fanning against her lips.

“I’m not gonna let you go again, Angel.”

[auspicious-manner]

Hi! You’re such a fantastic writer!! I was wondering if you could maybe write a story where Riff survives the rumble, but needs medical attention and the reader is there to comfort him. (If it’s not too much to ask) Thank you!

thank you! i appreciate it so much ❤️ i love writing for my boy riff

fem reader x riff

warnings: injury, talk of wanting to die/death, weapons

Death Wish

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“happy rumble day, Y/N,” riff said excitedly as he came out of Y/N’s small bedroom and into the kitchen where Y/N was preparing breakfast in the middle of the afternoon.

“you know i’m not a fan of this, riff.”

she kept her back to him, and he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around the tops of her shoulders.

Y/N was the complete opposite of riff. she wasn’t even sure how she fell in love with him in the first place. they had opposing views, as she was constantly promoting peace between the two gangs in the city. but, they did have something in common. Y/N was outspoken, and brave, and stood up for herself. she was a good girl who liked bad guys, because bad guys brought out a fiery personality in her. and riff fit that definition perfectly.

riff squeezed Y/N’s body a little tighter. “come on girly, you know me. i’m going to be safe. those sharks can’t lay a finger on me,” he said quietly, kissing the back of her head before stepping away.

“i know you, you can hold your own. that’s not what i’m against. i don’t like the idea of this rumble in general,” she stated.

riff’s calm demeanor was growing into an impatient one. “it’s necessary. this is our turf, and no one gets to come into this city and steal what we worked so hard to build.”

Y/N noticed a complete switch in his tone. he went from being sweet to being sharp all in a matter of seconds. she turned around to find riff’s cold eyes fixated on her own.

she walked closer to him, and he looked down at her. “the sharks can’t steal land that was already previously stolen.”

riff frowned, his accent getting thicker with every word. “we were here first.”

“were you?” Y/N replied sassily.

riff’s playful side smile came back once more. “why are we arguing? i love you, and you love me, and you’re making me breakfast,” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist. Y/N couldn’t help but fall into his trance. “we can agree to disagree.”

she rolled her eyes. “fine. that’s not going to stop me from trying to prevent this though.”

“i know it won’t.”

Y/N went back to her spot at the stove and continued to cook the meal. she finished it up, and split it into two for both her and riff. they sat down together at the small table, awkward silence thick between them.

“what time do you have to go tonight?” she asked, breaking the silence.

“it starts at midnight in the salt shed,” he replied.

“are you worried?” Y/N questioned quietly.

riff shook his head. “no. the sharks can’t do anything to me and my boys. we have the upper hand.”

she knew it was better to stay quiet than fight riff again, so she silently nodded her head and continued to eat. eventually, they finished eating and they cleaned up their messes.

“i’m going to go out, gotta see my boys before the big night,” riff said, smiling to himself. he stepped closer to her. “i’ll see you tonight, right?”

Y/N nodded. “yeah, i’ll meet you before you go to the shed,” she said back, her voice almost monotone.

riff rested his hands on her hips. “good,” he replied before placing a loving kiss on her lips. “see you later.”

he excitedly ran out the door, and Y/N watched as her one love walked out of her apartment to go make the most stupid decision he’s made yet. which, considering the amount of dumb decisions he’s made, truly says something.

she didn’t have the greatest feeling about tonight. maybe that was just because she was prone to excessive worrying. regardless, something didn’t feel right about what riff was doing. she tried her hardest to ignore the gut feeling that was making it’s presence known.

Y/N tried to keep herself occupied for the rest of the afternoon. her anxious thoughts kept her from going anywhere, so she decided to release her crowded thoughts into deep cleaning the entire apartment. it was long overdue, and she figured keeping busy would help calm her racing mind. by the time she had completed her task, it was nearing six o’clock. she decided to go out and meet riff at his jets group spot in the city.

she took a walk in the cool summer air as the sun began to fall behind the skyline. she arrived at the spot, and her quiet footsteps alerted baby john.

“riff, you’ve got a visitor,” he stated, causing the rest of the jets to flick their eyes to whoever it may be.

riff rounded a corner, and Y/N took notice of his appearance. he looked like he was ready for war in his vest covering his cream colored shirt, and his icy eyes widened when he saw her. she wondered why riff was so surprised, until she glanced down and saw a gun in his hand. he quickly slid his hand behind his back to hide it.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” he asked almost frantically, stepping closer to her. every few steps he made, she would take a step back.

“riff, why the hell do you have a gun?” she asked, her voice cracking. “what do you think you’re going to do with it?”

“it’s just a precaution, darling,” he reassured, trying to calm her down. she shook her head. “the sharks are bringing heat, so i gotta bring heat.”

“oh yeah? and what happens if you get hurt? you and your boys are going to shoot them? what if they take your gun and shoot you?”

“that’s not going to happen, Y/N, i know what i’m doing,” riff said back, dropping the gun and finally approaching Y/N. he held her shoulders tightly.

“please riff, don’t do this,” she said in response, her eyes brimming with tears.

riff sighed. he considered it, but eventually removed his hands. “i’m going to bring it, but i won’t use it. okay?”

Y/N wasn’t happy with that either, but she nodded nonetheless. she felt a little bit better knowing riff wouldn’t be using it.

riff kissed her forehead. “the boys and i are goin’ out soon. i’ll see you when the rumble is over, yeah?”

“yeah. i love you,” she said quietly, resting her head on riff’s chest. his calm heartbeat immediately relaxed her. he wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

“i love you too, girly. it’ll be over before we know it.”

Y/N left, not sure what to do with herself in the meantime. she decided that since she wanted to be awake when riff came home, she would take a short nap back at her apartment. she walked home without a sound, and immediately went to her bedroom and went to sleep.

before she knew it, her body shot up out of bed and she checked the clock on the wall, which read 11:30. she paced around the room a little bit, and came to the conclusion that she couldn’t wait at the apartment for riff to come home; she had to see him.

Y/N threw on a sweater and hurriedly walked out the door, running down the streets to the salt shed. she kept a close eye on her watch, knowing that the rumble would start at midnight.

as she approached the shed, she heard the familiar sounds of footsteps down the pavement, and she spun around a building to hide from the jets. she held her breath as she watched the boys prepare for war and wait outside the shed. riff didn’t look like the sweet boy she knew and loved, he seemed almost animalistic.

then, right as her watch showed her that it was midnight, the boys walked in, and she knew the sharks had arrived. Y/N made her way closer to the shed when she knew the coast was clear, but on her way, a figure ran past her vision.

she tilted her head, and ran closer. that’s when she saw anybodys trying to get into the shed.

“anybodys!” she whisper yelled, catching their attention.

“Y/N, what are you doin’ here?” anybodys asked, catching the closing shed door.

Y/N ran up to the door. “i’m here for riff.”

Y/N always liked anybodys. she knew riff and the rest of the jets wouldn’t let anybodys in the gang, and quite frankly, they treated him like garbage. if Y/N caught this behavior, she would try her best to put a stop to it. anybodys was a great friend to her.

“it ain’t safe for you here!” anybodys whisper yelled back.

“i gotta be here, i wouldn’t be able to live with myself if i wasn’t.”

anybodys finally gave in, and together they slid under the door and gently closed it, hiding together behind a pile of salt. not long later, the door began to make noises from the outside, as if someone was trying to get in.

Y/N and anybodys sunk further down, until tony and chino slid their way under the door as well. she knew tony didn’t want the rumble to happen just as much as she did.

her eyes then stayed fixated on riff. Y/N could see from a mile away the reckless abandonment that was ever present in riff’s demeanor. he was prepared for anything.

“why are they talking so much?” Y/N asked to herself quietly. then, she watched as riff slid tony his gun. at least he was keeping his word.

they all talked more and more, and tony shared some words with bernardo. she couldn’t make out what was being said.

then, bernardo sent a punch to tony. Y/N gasped, and covered her mouth. tony didn’t fight back. bernardo flung his fists repeatedly at tony as the sharks and jets simultaneously yelled.

tony quietly said something to bernardo, and a full out brawl started between the boys.

“i can’t watch,” Y/N whispered, not being able to pry her eyes off the sight in front of her.

tony pinned bernardo and sent punches as the boys roared. then, as bernardo was nearing a blackout, he stopped. Y/N knew tony didn’t want to fight. he stood up and saw the outcome of what he was doing.

Y/N looked away for a split second, and when she turned around, bernardo and riff had knives in their hands and were eyeing each other.

“oh dear god,” she whispered. her face went pale as she watched riff.

she could tell riff didn’t want to do this anymore. there was fear in his eyes that wasn’t there before. bernardo and riff were afraid of each other.

they swung around the knives like it was choreographed. tony caught riff, leaving his back open for attack from bernardo. Y/N felt like yelling to tony to let him go. riff struggled to get out of his grasp.

then, he freed himself and turned around right into bernardo’s knife, which impaled him in his upper leg.

Y/N screamed. she didn’t care if she was caught at this point. she heard anybodys exclaim her name, but her world went silent. she came out behind the salt pile when she saw riff fall to the ground. tony took the knife and in return stabbed bernardo.

Y/N gasped again and took a step back. the room froze, confused as to what had happened. in a matter of seconds, two rival gang leaders lay injured on the ground, one being sprawled out dead.

Y/N ran into the action, and her footsteps alerted the group. their shock didn’t last long, for red and blue lights began to shine in through the windows.

the boys scattered, and tony backed away slowly, realizing what he had done.

“Y/N! tony! we have to go, now!” anybodys yelled trying to stop Y/N.

she ran to riff’s side and bent down next to him. he was still alive, but losing a lot of blood.

“Y/N… w-why are you here?” riff asked quietly.

“don’t talk about me, i’m here to help you, okay? we’re going to get you out of here.” she rested her hand on his cheek, and riff gently held her wrist.

“i can’t walk. you can’t get me out of here yourself. besides…” he took a deep breath in. “you’ve got company coming. you need to go now, Y/N.”

she began to cry. “i’m not leaving you riff,” she looked up to see anybodys ushering tony out.

“anybodys, tony! help me get riff out of here!”

tony left, and anybodys hesitated before running to riff’s side to help Y/N.

“Y/N, don’t do this. you’ll be caught,” he said again.

“you’re an idiot if you think i’m going to leave you here to die,” she fired back. she took off her socks and quickly tied them into a makeshift tourniquet to wrap around his leg. the pair stood him up on his good leg and he wrapped his arms around Y/N and anybodys’ shoulders, and together they hobbled out of the shed just in the nick of time.

anybodys and Y/N guided him into an alley not far from the shed, but far enough to stay out of the eyes of the police. they laid him down against the wall as he faded in and out of consciousness. “stay with me riff, please!” Y/N said as anybodys sent her a look. “thank you anybodys, i owe you one. i can take it from here,” she said hurriedly. anybodys nodded before running off to find tony.

“i’m going to fix you up, okay?” she told him frantically. luckily, she brought her purse which contained gauze, alcohol, and tape.

“y-you’re not a nurse,” riff said quietly.

“i know i’m not, but i’m not going to leave you alone to die. i can’t.”

she used the tourniquet around his leg to dab up the blood after untying it, and then she took the alcohol out of her purse and poured it over the wound. riff grimaced and squeezed Y/N’s arm tight.

she finished it off by wrapping it in gauze tightly and taping it down. “this won’t last you long, you need stitches.”

“we gotta wait until the heat dies down, Y/N. they’ll know this is from the rumble,” he pleaded.

“riff, we can’t wait any longer. that gauze can only hold you off for so long. i know the people that work the emergency room, they know i don’t get involved with the rumbles. it wouldn’t make sense for me to even be at the rumble. trust me, i know what i’m doing. they won’t know a thing.”

riff rolled his eyes, complying with the plan. Y/N helped him stand, and they hobbled a few blocks away to the nearest emergency room.

they walked in, and immediately the nurses took action. they took riff back and got to work on fixing his wound. Y/N knew them, for her mom actually used to work with these ladies in the same emergency room.

“how did this happen?” one of them asked, writing on a clipboard. riff looked to Y/N for an answer.

“um…he was getting ready for the big rumble tonight. when him and one of his gang members were practicing, he accidentally jabbed him in the leg before the rumble even began,” Y/N said, hoping the excuse was good enough. “riff just now decided to tell me.”

“he wasn’t at the rumble?” the nurse asked. Y/N shook her head.

“looks like your buddy got you pretty deep there. Y/N did everything right though to take care of you,” one said to riff, peeling away the soaked gauze to unveil the wound.

“we’re going to go get the equipment we need to fix him up,” another said before all of them piled out of the room.

“i don’t want to get stitches,” riff said as Y/N pulled over a seat next to him.

“you would have died, riff. it’s kind of a miracle you’re still here. the stitches are going to save your life.”

“what if i didn’t want to be saved?” riff said loudly, causing Y/N to be taken aback.

“what?” she questioned.

riff avoided eye contact. “why do you think i wanted you to leave me there? my death wish was obvious to everyone but you, Y/N. i kept it from you because of this exact reason. i always knew the outcome of today, i was supposed to die.”

tears formed in Y/N’s eyes. “riff, i-”

“what do i have to live for? tony’s no longer a jet, i’m losin’ my territory, you deserve better than me, so what do i have?”

Y/N took riff’s hand. “you have me. i don’t need anything better.”

riff finally made eye contact with her. he squeezed her hand back, and tears formed in his eyes as well. “you’ve been there for me more than anyone else, and here i am treatin’ you like shit.”

“i don’t care, riff. i’ll always love you regardless of anything. i love you more than you’ll ever know. i couldn’t bear to lose you today.”

riff smiled and rested his hand on Y/N’s cheek. “i don’t deserve you.”

the nurses came back in and gave him pain medications while also numbing the area around and in his wound to prepare to stitch it up.

“i’m scared, Y/N,” he said quietly. she went to the free side of the bed and took his hand.

the nurses quickly stitched him up, and riff pressed his eyes closed the entire time. he held on to Y/N’s hand tightly.

“all done!” the nurse said, stepping away from the bed. “we’ll keep you here for a while longer to monitor you and make sure everything is okay, but you should be able to leave later tonight.”

they thanked the nurses and Y/N and riff were left alone again.

“thank you for not giving up on me,” riff said, admiration in his eyes.

“i would never.”

[xriff-raffx]

A Good Distraction 18+

Masterlist

Mike always took his work seriously. When he wasn’t at rehearsals or filming, he would be working on his character or running lines with me. Even now, Mike finally has a break between projects and he’s sitting on the couch, reading a new script he found. I was doing my best to not be annoyed by it but I was looking forward to having time together.

“Any good?” I asked, gesturing to the script as I took a seat on the chair next to him.

He glanced up at me briefly, “too early to tell.” His brows were furrowed together as his eyes quickly scanned across the pages. He moved his hand to head, running his fingers through his hair like he usually does when he's deep in thought and let out a sigh. “The characters are good but this plot…” he trailed off.

“Let me guess,” I leaned back further into my chair, “you’ll need to read it a few more times.” I took his silence as confirmation and let out a huff, crossing my arms over my chest. “Aren’t you supposed to be off?”

Mike looked over at me, “I am off.” I instinctually rolled my eyes as he continued, “Y/N, I really gotta get through this. As soon as I’m done, I promise I’m all yours.” He smiled at me and turned his attention back to the script.

I stood up from the chair, defeated. This is the first time in months that we’re both actually off at the same time and he’s reading a damn script. I went to our bedroom and began pacing in thought. How can I get his mind off of work? An idea struck and I quickly changed out of my pyjamas, putting on his favourite pair of my red lace panties and one of his shirts. I smirked as I took in my reflection in the mirror, pulling my hair out of the messy bun and letting it fall past my shoulders. The plan was set and I was sure it would work.

I made my way back into the living room, “Do you want a coffee?” I asked, walking past where he sat on the couch, making sure to sway my hips as I did. I saw him sit up out of the corner of my eye and I did my best to conceal a smile.

“What are you doing?” He asked, eyeing me suspiciously before looking me up and down.

“Going to make coffee,” I called back over my shoulder, laughing. “Was that not obvious?” I set up the keurig and made myself a cup before returning to the living room. I took a seat on the chair and crossed my legs, picking up a book from the side table and pretending to read.

“It’s not going to work,” He hummed, his attention back on the script.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I mused back.

“You’re about as subtle as a sledgehammer.”

I tossed my book at him, which he caught with ease, letting out a laugh. I made my way over to where he was sitting and grabbed the script from his hands. He watched my movements, annoyance all over his face. I flipped through the pages, quickly before tossing it down beside him. I positioned myself so I was straddling his lap, my arms wrapped around his neck. He turned his head away from me and moved his arms to rest on the back of the couch.

“I told you,” he smirked, “It’s not going to work.” I pouted up at him before moving my lips to his neck, planting sloppy kisses. “C’mon babe,” he groaned.

“What do you care,” I mumbled between kisses, “I thought it wasn’t going to work?” I looked up at him smirking and we briefly made eye contact before he reached over and grabbed the script. I let out a groan in frustration, “Mike, please? I missed you.”

“I’m right here,” he gave me one of his award winning smiles. I pouted again in response, making him chuckle slightly. “I promise I’ll make it up to you, baby.” He moved his free hand to rest on my hip as he gripped the script in the other.

“Fine,” I said, making his eyebrows raise again. “I can make plans with a friend,” I pulled myself up and grabbed my phone, “do you think Y/M/F/N is free?” I knew this would bother him the most and I watched his eyes go darker. Y/M/F/N and I had been friends since we were little but for some reason he was the only person Mike would ever get jealous of. I started to dial as I walked down the hallway to our room but I had no real intention of calling.

“You better be going to put some clothes on first!” He yelled after me, I could hear the seriousness arise in his tone.

“Oh c’mon, where’s the fun in that?” I yelled back, laughing. It didn’t take long before Mike was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed and I tried not to smile at the stern look on his face. “Besides, I already tried to get your attention and like you said, It won’t work.” Within seconds his hands were gripping my hips and I let out a gasp of surprise at the sudden contact.

“Well you have my attention now,” his eyes were clouded with lust and I felt him guide me backwards towards our bed. “The question is,” he sat down on the edge, “now that you have it, what will you do with it.” I smiled down at him, standing between his legs and ran my fingers through his hair.

I leaned down and connected our lips together. His hands found the shirt I was wearing and he gripped it, pulling me closer. Our tongues fought for dominance until Mike bit my lip causing me to moan, letting him take control.

“Hey,” I whined, pulling away slightly, “that’s not fair!”

“Since when do you care about fairness?” He chuckled, “You’re the one walking around half naked, just begging for me to grab you.”

“I’m not begging!”

He let out a laugh, “No, you’re just dressed like this,” I felt his fingers brush against my panties and my breathing hitched, “hoping I wouldn’t notice.” I could feel myself starting to get wet. His voice lowered, “you should be happy baby, you’re getting what you want.” He attached his lips to my neck and I moaned.

“I’ll be happy when you start using me,” I smirked down at him. He roughly grabbed my ass and I shrieked.

“Always so impatient.” Mike tossed me onto the bed beside him. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched as he removed his shirt and then pants. “That’s too bad though, because I plan on teasing you.”

He climbed on top of me, connecting our lips again, briefly. His mouth moved down my body, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses all the way down to my panty lines. His fingers looped the sides and dragged them down my legs. I felt his finger trail along my folds, and I tried to hide my moans.

“You’re so wet for me baby,” he smiled down at me. He began to place kisses on my folds making me squirm, licking till he found my sweet spot.

“Mike,” I moaned, “please?”

He stopped to look at me before standing up, “You close already, babe? I don’t want you tiring out on me yet,” he winked. He pulled down his boxers and his cock sprang free, I licked my lips at the sight. I looked up to see him smirking, watching my mouth. Our eyes met and he nodded lightly. I immediately sat up and positioned myself at the edge of the bed, bringing his cock to my lips. Mike ran his hands through my hair, pulling it gently. I began to place light kisses all along his length, making him groan in frustration. “I get it, you’re teasing me back now.”

“Sorry, baby,” I looked up at him through my eyelashes, giggling. I took his cock into my mouth, deepthroating him. I bobbed my head on his dick, the sounds of Mike’s moans filled the room. I started to feel him throb, so I slowed down to a stop and slowly pulled my lips off of him. “As much as I love to suck you, I want to feel you inside of me.”

“Oh yeah?” Mike asked, pushing me down on the bed. I nodded in response and he placed a light kiss on my lips.

Without warning, Mike slammed his cock into my pussy causing us both to moan out. He gave me a moment to adjust to his size, ripping his shirt off my body. He slowly began to fuck me, bucking his hips deep. Wrapping my arms around his torso, I began to match his movements.

“That’s my girl,” he grunted, picking up his speed. My nails dug into his back, I’m sure leaving marks. I wrapped my legs around him, deepening our movements. He sped up and I became a moaning mess. “I love fucking you,” He leaned down and we made out as he continued to pound me. “I want you cum for me, sweet heart.”

“I’m so close, Mike.” I could feel my thighs shaking.

“Cum, now.” His voice became harsh and I did as he said. I moaned out as I covered his cock in my juices. He pulled out of me and stood at the bottom of the bed. I felt him slide two fingers in me and I let out another moan. “Fuck babe, you’re soaked.” I looked up to see him smirking down at me, looking proud of how much damage he’d done. His hand was gripping his cock, rubbing gently.

“You made me feel so good,” I giggled out, “but you still need to cum. I sat up and positioned myself in front of his dick. “Maybe you could fuck my mouth?” I asked, looking up through my eye lashes.

“You want me to?” He asked, running his thumb over my lip. I nodded back and he smirked down at me, “open wide, beautiful”

I opened my mouth and he positioned his cock inside. He began to thrust, making me gag on his size. I could feel my eyes begin to water and his grip on my hair tighten, I knew he was close. I reached up and lightly massaged his balls, earning a growl from Mike. I looked up at him and we made eye contact just before I felt him explode in my mouth. He pulled out and I happily swallowed his load.

”You really are so beautiful,” he told me, crawling onto the bed next to me. He pulled me close to his chest and placed a kiss on my forehead. I looked up at him and started giggling. “What’s so funny?”

“I won,” I smiled up at him, confusion was all over his face. “You said my distraction wouldn’t work.” Realisation washed over him and he smiled before placing a kiss on my head.

“You’re a good distraction,” He winked and then began to smirk at me. He hopped out of the bed, “But thanks for reminding me, I’ve got more reading to do.”

“Mike,” I groaned in annoyance, watching him slip a pair of sweatpants on.

“You rest up,” he said walking to the doorway. “Round 2 in 1 hour,” he paused to wink at me before running back to the couch. “Timer starting now!”

I couldn’t help but laugh as I wrapped myself in the blanket and waited for what felt like the longest hour ever.