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justforfun501 · 5 months ago
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Max Plath - Dolphins NRL
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notfast-onlyfurious · 4 months ago
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her kit bag. | j.riki
jordan riki x fem!reader
in which you play for the broncos NRLW team, you’re dating jordan privately, and your kit bag is found in his house.
wc; ~1.8k
a/n: this is my first time writing for him, and this is not thoroughly proofread, please be nice. also, if you enjoy this, please do reblog, writers do appreciate it🫶
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warnings: 18+, swearing, use of pet names “baby”, “love”, “babe”, “good girl”, & “pretty girl”, suggestive conversation, smut, oral (m receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (don’t do that), praise kink, creampie, slight degradation, one ‘spank’.
it was a wednesday night and the broncos NRL and NRLW teams had just finished combined training. you were walking to your car when your phone went off, quickly throwing your kit bag into the backseat of your car, you check the message.
pretty boy riki: "are you coming over tonight gorgeous?"
you: "yeah, can i shower at yours?"
pretty boy riki: "sounds good, see you soon❤️"
you and jordan have been together for a few months now but nobody knows, not even your best friends. now, the reason for this isn't anything other than keeping it private, as neither of you want it plastered on every headline.
arriving at jordan's house, parking in his garage to avoid prying eyes. you grab your bag from the backseat and let yourself in, taking off your birkenstocks at the door and leaving your bag on the bench in the hallway.
walking into the kitchen, no sign of his 6'2 figure but you can subtly hear the shower running upstairs and see his boots and bag by the kitchen counter. assuming he's in the shower, you make your way to your bag and grab some shorts and a tank top and head upstairs, popping your head through the ajar bathroom door to announce your presence.
you: "hi love"
jordan: "hey pretty, i'll be out soon"
whilst you wait for jordan to finish, you lay yourself on his bedroom floor because we don't do outside clothes on the bed around here.
soon enough, you hear the water turn off and your man walks out with a towel wrapped around his waist, hair wet with water droplets running down his chest. lord the man that you are. nonetheless, you give him a quick kiss before making your way into his bathroom. the only thing on your mind right now is jordan, but what's new. the hair, the smile, the thighs, the arms, the laugh, the love he has for you, everything about that man has you weak at the knees.
getting out of the shower, you grab your towel off the rack, wrapping it around your body as you do your skincare and moisturise your body. you put your navy pyjama shorts on with a grey tank top, not clocking how cold it really was just yet, until you step out of the bathroom, feeling the air hit your skin. in these conditions, you walk yourself to jordan's wardrobe and pick out his grey nike hoodie, throwing it over your head and making your way downstairs, just to be met with your man in a pair of black shorts hanging low on his hips. this man could get it every day. oh wait, he does.
you: "did you need any help babe?"
jordan: "no love, almost done here"
not even 5 minutes later, jordan had served you seafood pasta with a glass of red wine.
"almost taste as good as you" in a tone that caused your pussy to clench around nothing.
almost choking on your dinner, nothing could have prepared you for that, to come out of jordan riki's mouth in the middle of dinner.
"i could say the exact same to you riki"
now you both sat at the counter, flabbergasted.
later in the night, after dinner, a few movies and talk about training, you and jordan moved upstairs into his bed, one you dreaded leaving. now, despite sleep wanting to takeover, you couldn't help but focus on the hand that was moving up from your waist to your boob, and it certainly wasn't your own hand. it was the hand of a 6'2 man that happened to have a silver fern tattooed on it.
the hand on your boob made you shiver, reaching for his hand on instinct and in that moment, you knew whatever hope you had for sleep, just went out the window because he may have started it but you couldn't deny him. then, before you could even blink, you were straddling the hips of the finest man you had ever laid eyes on, with his arm reaching up to pull you into the sloppiest kiss, tongue on tongue, fighting for dominance.
"are you gonna be a good girl for me?"
you were so entranced by the man below you, you didn't even respond. his neck, his lips, the way he looked at you. that was until you were pulled out of thought by the hand around your neck.
"use your words baby, don't eye fuck me"
you could feel him under you. the way it was throbbing on your clothed pussy.
"please daddy, i'll be good, i promise" as your hips came down on him.
trailing your kissing down his torso, making your way to the waistband of his boxers. leaving kisses over his cock through his boxers.
"don't tease pretty girl, show me how much you crave my cock"
that's all it took, his thick cock was in your hand and your tongue was on the tip, finally obeying and taking him deeper, bobbing your head as his hips bucked, causing you to gag. before either of yous knew it, your clothes were on the floor, his boxers were at the foot of the bed and he was on top, holding his weight above you with one hand next to your head.
"beg for it baby, tell me how bad you want my cock in that tight little pussy" as he ran his fingers through your wet folds. his lips on your neck, leaving those purple marks that let everyone know someone was taking care of you.
"please jordan, i want you so bad, let me feel you" you were really begging him for his cock whilst he was curling his thick fingers in and out of your pussy, the gushing as he pounded.
"nothings ever enough for you is it pretty girl, always want my cock" he mocked as he pulled his fingers from between your legs, lifting them to his lips. pulling himself up to his knees, pumping his thick veiny cock with one hand and rubbing your clit with the other. no matter how many times you took him, nothing could ever prepare you for the stretch. slowly, he teased your pussy with the head, rubbing it, putting the tip in just to pull it out again. then, in one thrust, he bottomed out and you could feel him in your stomach, the bump on your lower belly noticeable. he groaned at the tightness as he felt you clench around him, he could have filled you up right then.
"mm fuck baby, you're so fucking tight, feels so good"
you loved the praise, you loved making him feel good and that made you clench around him again.
"fuck- oh my god jordan, harder"
"baby if you keep doing that i'll fill you up right now"
but to your request, he lifted one of your legs to his hip and started pounding you just as hard as you wanted.
then he pulled out.
"no no no no fuck daddy, please"
and suddenly, you were on your stomach, being pulled up to an ass up head down position by your hips, leaving a bruise tomorrow for sure and then he was right back inside, slamming his cock in and out, the only thing heard was his groaning, your moaning, and the sound of your thighs slapping together.
no matter how hard or fast he was going, you were always pleading for more, you could never get enough of him.
"fuck jordan, fuck- i'm gonna-"
then you felt something in your stomach break as you feel yourself coming all over jordan's thick thighs and cock.
"you're such a slut for my cock aren't you pretty girl" as he continued to pound into you from behind, chasing his high. you could feel his pace falter and his cock twitch, gasping as his head falls back.
then you felt it, the warm feeling of him filling you up, giving you everything he had. as his high washed over, you instantly missed the feeling as he pulled his cock out, his cum trailing down your pussy and thighs making him push it back in with his fingers followed by a slap on your ass.
for a moment, jordan lays by your side, legs intertwined, with your arm over his chest. then, he gets up and walks to the bathroom and you hear the bath running and subconsciously you feel yourself smile. shortly after, he returns, lifts you up and walks you both to the bathroom. both of you get in, your back against his chest in the warm relaxing water.
the night ended with both you and jordan wrapped in each others arms in bed. the high was still buzzing in the air and you couldn't ask for a better man
*the next morning*
you slowly opens your eyes, squinting as the sunlight filters through the curtains with the familiar feeling of two arms wrapped around you, covered in sheets that aren't yours. you could feel jordan's chest pressed against your back, his breath on your neck. rolling over and grabbing your phone to check the time, 11:46am.
suddenly, the doorbell rings.
"are you expecting someone?"
"shit no? stay here love"
jordan quickly grabbed a pair of sweats from his wardrobe, running down the stairs as he pulls them on. he's met with the one and only walshy and staggs as he swings the front door open.
jordan: "mate, what're yous doing here"
walshy: "mate i called you four times and you didn't answer, i thought you died"
jordan: "shit"
as he remembers back to last night before he went upstairs with you, he left his phone in the kitchen. before he could catch himself up mentally, both walshy and staggs were walking through his front door and through the hallway. the same hallway your kit bag was in. jordan hoped they would be oblivious to the bag that did NOT say 262 on it but those hopes came crashing down when walshy stopped in his tracks.
walshy: "that's funny, i don't recall your number being 92" in the most sarcastic tone as he looked at jordan, drawing staggs’ attention to the situation.
staggs: "ain't that the women's second row"
there was nothing jordan could even say to defend this. the three of them looked at each other in silence.
jordan: "babe come downstairs"
walking yourself downstairs after finding your shorts and jordan's nike hoodie again, you're met with three men looking at you from the hallway.
walshy: "mate what's this, what's going on"
staggs: "bro you said she was pretty you ain't mention having her in your house too"
you: “guys we’ve been together for a few months now, we’ve been avoiding the public eye that’s all”
knowing that jordan was calling you pretty to his friends and teammates made your heart explode, and with the way he was looking at you right now, you might have to kick walshy and staggs out and go back upstairs.
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akaretu · 6 months ago
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truckman816 · 6 months ago
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Rugby Muscle 🏉🏉🏉🏉🏉
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raphoupix · 1 month ago
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Jordan Riki - Brisbane Broncos
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exitroute · 1 month ago
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beatrack92 · 5 months ago
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justforfun501 · 2 months ago
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Luca Moretti - Parramatta Eels
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jkkyks · 1 year ago
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He is in his own world, I love him sm😭.
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akaretu · 26 days ago
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truckman816 · 3 months ago
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Antoine DuPont / French Rugby
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scrumjock · 2 years ago
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princesscatherineblog · 1 year ago
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Catherine, Princess of Wales attends a Rugby League Inclusivity Day at Allam Sports Centre on October 5, 2023 in Hull, England. The Princess of Wales took part in the event as part of her role as Patron of the Rugby Football League and to see the positive impact the Disability Rugby League has on its participants and their families.
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