#wss riff

[iasikaijutopia]

"Don't get all West Side Story on me, okay?"

[lovingmusicalmen]

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."

[sl-newsie]

How did you know? 👀

"are you okay?" no I got way too attached to a fictional character and now they're dead

[silentmacabre]

no thoughts my head is empty, only this silly little slanted smile 24/7 ☁️

[sl-newsie]

My strange coping method?

[mcumorningstar]

begging for more riff x reader smut 🫣 I’d love if they were in a heated argument over riff buying a gun and riff says something disrespectful to reader making her slap him and then they just immediately go at it from the heat of the moment

Bang Bang

pairing: riff (wss) x reader

warnings: 18+ minors dni, kinda toxic but kinda cute, unprotected p in v (wrap it!!), riff’s got a gun, (I think that’s everything)

a/n: sorry this took so long I was on vacation. I’ve never done a request before!! Thanks for submitting :) This was more like I don’t wanna lose you sex than heat of the moment but hopefully this is okay!!

Sinking into Riff’s lap was the perfect remedy to a bad day. His arms wrapped around you and pulled you closer, your pelvis pressed to his.

Usually you would be reduced to a puddle of contentment but the hard press and sharp sting of metal pushed against your lower stomach.

Pulling back, you scrutinise Riff for a moment before tugging up his shirt. A small revolver was nestled in the waistband of his jeans.

“Like Billy the Kid, don’t ya think?” Riff smirked up at you, pretending to shoot bullets from his fingers.

God, it was easy to forget, because of his troubles, but Riff was so young.

“Get rid of it,” You stared at the weapon with wide eyes, “I’m not playing around, Riff. You’re gonna get yourself killed.”

“Born to die young, baby-o,” A wide grin plastered across Riff’s cheeks, smug and teasing. He squeezed your hips but you weren’t impressed.

“You gonna be laughing when you’re on a slab in the morgue?” You tried to stand, wanting some distance between.

“Don’t think like that,” He attempted to calm your nerves and refused to let you move away, pulling you closer.

A manicured nail jabbed into his chest, “Because I sure as hell won’t. I don’t wanna be a widow before I’m a wife.”

Riff sighed, his thumb rubbing against the empty space on your ring finger. An empty space waiting for a promised ring.

“They always bring heat. We gotta be ready,” He reasoned with you but your blood boiled as he removed the gun and examined it.

You scoffed, “This shit is so stupid, Riff!” You shoved his chest and rose from his lap, storming into the bedroom.

Riff followed you with a heavy sigh and heavy footsteps. He stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame.

“You expect me to go in there with nothing but the clothes on my back?”

“What I expect you to do is use your brain! Your daddy was in the exact same position as these Puerto Ricans you’re going to war with!”

“He was nothing like them.”

“Why? ‘Cause he speaks the language?”

It was a low blow but you wanted him to know how it looked.

“Don’t turn this into something it isn’t! This is a turf war,” Riff tried to level his steadily raising voice.

“Turf war? That slang for prejudice little boys with no jobs and nothing to do but terrorise foreigners?”

“Prej-? You know goddamn well that I’m not like that!Like you know what you’re talking about anyway! I’m not taking life advice from a hairdresser!” Riff snapped and, before he could have the nerve to feel bad, your open palm collided with his cheek.

You stood in silence for a moment as a red mark bloomed against his alabaster skin. It was not the ‘be the better person’ you were trying to drill into him, you knew that, but he pissed you off and it was almost involuntary.

“Shit” Riff jostled his jaw in all directions and rubbed a finger against his reddened ear, “You smack like my ma.”

Your hands cupped your slack jaw, “Baby I’m so sorry.”

Riff spared a glance in your direction as you stepped closer to him.

“Less of the smacking, yeah? I need my good looks or you got nothing to stick around for,” He smiled warily, “I ain’t no murderer, am I?”

You shook your head, biting your lip to hide your thrill at his decision, and smiled softly. Tentatively, you reached up and brushed your fingers against his red cheek.

“I’m sorry, baby. Never meant to damage your pretty face.”

Riff almost melted, his eyes softening, “You think I’m pretty?”

“A real diamond in the rough,” You brushed a strand of hair away from his forehead and cupped his jaw, “I couldn’t bear it if I lost you. Not for something this stupid.”

Riff pulled you closer and pressed his forehead to yours, “Never gonna happen. You’re stuck with me.”

A smile twitched at your lips. Despite the Jets, being stuck with Riff sounded heavenly. He dipped his head to kiss you softly.

“Never,” He whispered, pulling back an inch, his hot breath fanned across your lips.

“Good, because underneath it all, you’re the sweetest guy I’ve ever known. I don’t wanna lose you.”

Riff pulled you back for another kiss. A clash of tongue and teeth as the kiss grew heated. You needed him to know how true it was, needed him to know how much you needed him.

“I love you,” He panted between the hot collision of lips. A soft moan rose from your throat. Riff dropped his hands to your hips, pulling your body flush to his.

Your nails clawed at his neck, fingers getting lost in his hair.

Clothes were shed, lying in piles on the bedroom floor. Riff hovered over you as you lay back on the mattress, pressing himself between your legs.

Clinging to his bare flesh, Riff trailed open-mouthed kisses along your neck and pulled your leg higher on his hip.

His hard cock pressed against you through his boxers, as his hips began to grind against yours.

A breath moan escaped your lips, “Riff… please.”

Usually he would tease you. ‘Please what, baby?’ he would say, but not this time.

Riff nodded over and over again as he pushed down his boxers and pulled your panties down your legs. The full weight of him rested against your bare skin as your lips met again.

With tender hands holding you close, Riff pressed into you. It was slow and sweat beaded on your skin when a low groan from the man above you vibrated against your neck.

“Ugh god,” He squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face further against your clavicle, littering messy kisses there.

“Move baby please,” You panted out, rubbing his back with firm fingers.

Riff pulled his hips back a few inches before rocking into you again. He pulled his head out of the shelter of your neck, connecting his eyes to yours.

His hips moved languidly, skin slapping with every collision of his pelvis to yours and pushing against that spot inside you that made your toes curl.

“I’m- I’m sorry,” Riff panted, pressing his forehead to yours, “For- for what I- I said. I love you and- and that’s never gonna change. Not for turf, not for nothing.”

The rhythmic strokes of his hips rendered you non-verbal, only capable of moaning and nodding. Your eyes fluttered closed at a particularly hard thrust.

“Look at me, baby,” Riff wrapped an arm underneath your head, the crease of his elbow and the muscle of his bicep your new pillow.

Forcing your eyes open, you met his eyes - a gorgeous swirl of blue and brown in the left.

He’s beautiful.

“Never want to be without you. What was I thinking? Taking a gun? You’re right to call it stupid, baby. So stupid” Riff rambled on. You could tell he was getting close by his loose lips.

Riff mumbled between moans, sloppy kisses and panting breaths against your skin until your chest was soaked in his spit.

It was euphoric. His hand snaked between your sweat slicked bodies, pressed so tightly against one another, to rub circles against your clit.

A loud moan ripped from you and your fingers gripped the back of his head, holding his face so close to yours that you breathed each other’s oxygen. All while staring into the starry night abyss of his eyes.

As the band inside you grew tighter and tighter, you gripped onto Riff tighter. Your legs wrapped around his waist as if he were going to be ripped from you entirely and red crescent moon imprints of your fingernails bloomed against his skin.

“I’m gonna cum. Can’t- can’t hold on,” Riff groaned, doubling down on his efforts between your legs. His thrusts were losing rhythm but he was hitting spots deep inside you and working you with his fingers.

White spots clouded your vision as the band inside you snapped, gushing onto his fingers and cock. The feeling of your orgasm pushed Riff over the edge, whimpering ‘I love you’s’ as he finished inside you.

Warmth bloomed inside you at the feeling and, as you came down from your high, a giddy grin crept onto your lips.

With heaving chests, Riff gazed down at you and a grin equal in size and feeling graced his lips.

“You were right, doll. Nothing is worth sacrificing you for.”

“Oh I’m gonna need that in writing,” You teased, stroking your fingers through his hair.

Riff laughed and playfully bit your jaw until you pushed him off, rolling around the bed with blissful laughter.

He stayed in that night. The gun was gone by the following morning and in its place sat a vase of red roses.

[liseytopia]

HEAD over HEELS for him bro.

green-eyed beauty | r. l.

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requests: hi can you plz write a fic about riff being jealous bc he finds out reader had a tiny crush on tony before him?? thanks + Hiiii!! I loved your Riff x reader story and I was just wondering if you could write another one pleaseeeeee <3

word count: 0.5k

a/n: this took me forever to write and i am SO SORRY. it’s also not as long as i’d like it to be, but thank you for the requests anyways! i combined them both, hopefully it’s good enough?? i’m so sorry lol. also, you didn’t specify the readers gender, so i made them gender neutral. hope that’s fine!

pairings: riff lorton x gn!reader

warnings: kissing i guess, mostly fluff

“You’re joking.” 

“I’m not, I swear!” You laughed, a little because you were tipsy, but mostly at the incredulous look on Riff’s face.

“Tony?” His eyebrows alternated between shooting high and furrowing, unable to process the fact that you, his partner, used to have a crush on his best mate. “What? Why? When?”

“Uh, I think it was when he used to work at Doc’s? I had popped in just to buy some medicine, but what can I say? Have you seen that man’s smile?” You rambled, oblivious to the deepening scowl on Riff’s face. 

“And that hair, he could be starring in freaking shampoo commercials with those locks. Not to mention,” you went on, well past drunk now, “His face looks like it’s been sculpted by the gods.” 

“Right,” Riff said sourly, causing your head to snap towards him at the change in his tone, but you were still unable to place the emotion on his face- was it anger? Jealousy? Deciding to find out, you put your drink down on a table to the side of the couch, scooting over closer to him and squinting your eyes to scrutinise his expression.

He simply scoffed, taking your actions as a way of making a move on him, and turned his head away, tilting his chin up to take a large swallow of his drink. Definitely jealous, you thought to yourself, noticing the way his jaw had tightened over the course of your conversation, the way his hand tightened on the cool glass bottle, God, you’re hot when you’re jealous. You realised too late that you had vocalised your last thought out loud.

Riff sputtered on his swallow, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, turning to look at you with wide eyes, “I’m not jealous!” 

You just giggled at his blatant lie, leaning up slightly to place a series of gentle kisses on his tense jaw, loving the way he immediately relaxed to your touch, the goosebumps you could feel forming against your cheeks as you peppered fluttery kisses on his skin. “Sure you aren’t, Lorton,” you said, words muffled into his body. 

“I’m not,” he said, but with a lot less conviction as he sighed, leaning in closer to you. You pulled away from your soft assault on his skin, your hands coming up to gently sweep across his exposed collarbone, finding their way to the hair on the nape of his neck, turning him so he could meet your eyes again. 

“Well,” you said slowly, “In that case, wanna know what I thought Tony’s best feature was?”

His shoulders slumped visibly and his eyes looked defeated, but he nodded yes anyways. “Go on.”

He let out a sharp gasp as you suddenly swung one of your legs over his thighs, straddling him, your hands moving to grab the collar of his shirt, tugging him closer to you.

“His best friend,” you whispered, closing the distance between you.

[christotokos]

MIKE FAIST WEST SIDE STORY, 2021

[diyasgarden]

“Some day // Somewhere // We'll find a new way of living // We'll find a way of forgiving” [Lyrics from Somewhere, West Side Story (2021)]

[a-way-of-forgiving]

paloma garcia-lee (graziella), talia ryder (tessie), and mike faist (riff) photo booth pictures!

forever having brain rot of this trio, tessie is like their kid <3 also goes with the siblings hc of tessie and riff

also, trying to be active on this blog, i miss wss!

[mikefaistie]

Steven Spielberg talking about working with Mike Faist on West Side Story (2021)

"He was incredibly independent in his ideas about how to play this guy... He was so smart and he was so on top of the role, and he had so many different ways of playing it. He was a live wire. And I just felt my best job in service to the film would be to step out of his way and let him do whatever he felt like doing... When I meet an actor like this it's gold. That gold came from the mountain of Mike Faist every single day."

[theres-no-escaping-us-pal]

date idea: we watch newsies and you listen to me talk about my little gay newsboys

date idea: we watch wss and you listen to me talk about my little gangster boys

date idea: we dress up as newsies and preform in synch with the show

[liseytopia]

ANHHHHHHHHH?!?!?!

riff as your boyfriend hc’s

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requested by anon: hi !! you’re like the only person on this app who writes for riff. so i was wondering, if you’re still writing for him and you write hcs, if i could get like a riff as ur boyfriend hcs?? 

word count: 0.5k

a/n: i wrote this so quick lol, i hope it’s okay? i went for gender neutral reader as you didn’t specify what you’d like, i hope it still works. oh also, i’m sorry about the ending, i know i strayed away from the topic a little, but maybe this is fine??

pairings: riff lorton x gn!reader

warnings: none? woah is this maturity

even before you and riff were dating, the jets (especially riff) were super protective of you

and once you two start going steady, they only get MORE protective

riff used to make sure a jet would walk you home if he couldn’t make it

but after you two start dating, it’s always him there, 9 times out of 10

riff tried his hardest to keep you out of the sharks vs. jets rivalry, he couldn’t stand the thought of something happening to you

and this idiot thought the best way to go about this was to not tell you ANYTHING at all

you had a series of long fights about him disappearing on you randomly, or blowing you off, leaving you to wonder about which ditch he was lying dead in

you lose track of the amount of times you have to show up to val’s, interrogating poor tony about the whereabouts of his best friend

(tony always gives in, you’re fucking scary when you want to be)

the two of you eventually sort things out, staying up all night talking and making up

riff promises to talk to you more, though he knows you’d prefer it if he wasn’t a part of this feud at all

but hey, at least it’s progress

riff always takes you as his date to the dances, no question

and if you don’t know how to dance, he will take the time to teach you properly

low-key, you took longer than necessary to learn

the lessons were so much fun, and the time together made both of you genuinely happy

riff definitely wasn’t complaining about being able to put his hands on you ;)

one of his favourite things to do is watch you get ready

not in a creepy way, though he can’t argue that watching you change your shirt is sometimes the highlight of his day (he can’t help it)

but your meticulous routine is something just so calming to him, it’s a nice change of pace

he swears that he falls deeper in love every time your eyes meet in the mirror, and you give him that sheepish smile

another thing riff loves is playing with your hair

when you’re exhausted, he’ll gently drag you down to lie in his lap, fingers already threading through your locks

you’re asleep in seconds

you and riff don’t go on too many dates, maybe one every fortnight

but that’s okay, because riff comes around your place almost everyday

and if he can’t, he’ll ensure that he at least drops by during one of your breaks at work

even those fifteen minutes of talking are precious to both of you

the two of you love meddling with tony’s love life and pissing him off

you’re always organising double dates to go on

which, to be fair, does not end well for tony, so it’s a little counter-productive

the girl usually gets pissed that he doesn’t pay her the same attention that riff does you

which leaves tony a little baffled

how is he supposed to replicate your relationship with riff? how is anyone?

secretly, tony’s rooting for you guys to get married. so much so that he’s already started his best man’s speech.

he can’t wait for the day he gets to say the words out loud.

Keep reading

[multifandomworldsposts]

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.

[sl-newsie]

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.

[mcumorningstar]

Friday Nights

pairing: riff (wss) x reader

warnings: 18+, minors dni, oral (m receiving), exhibitionism

summary: After having Riff’s hands all over you at the dance, you can’t help but pull him away into the shadows.

a/n: mike faist world domination ‼️ I’m hyperfixating so bad rn. He’s just so gorgeous.

“Where the fuck is Riff?”

The Jets without dates shrugged from their places on the outskirts of the dance floor. Ice clenched his jaw, his date securely tucked underneath his arm.

“He’s dancing with… Y/N…” Baby John scanned the crowd of dancing couples, failing to see either one of you.

“Numbers and Action left with their girls so if anything happens without Riff here, we’re outnumbered,” Ice said pointedly to the Jets within earshot.

Mouthpiece and A-Rab nodded, as Ice and his date rejoined the dance floor.

Unbeknownst to them, you had taken Riff’s hand halfway through a number and weaved him out of the crowd underneath the bleachers.

You found privacy there and, after the past few hours of being so close to him, you couldn’t deny yourself any longer.

As soon as you were in the shadows of the bleachers, you crowded him against the wall of steps.

“We should go,” Riff panted with pink kiss-bitten lips as your hungry mouth moved to his neck, licking and sucking his sweat-salted skin.

You shook your head with a mischievous grin, “I wanna keep dancing… Just need you to myself for a couple minutes.”

“Oh yeah?” A wide smirk plastered across Riff’s lips and his eyebrows lifted, looking down at you. His strong hands gripped your hips tighter and held you close to him.

You and Riff had been going steady for a few weeks. He treated you to milkshakes at the diner, he took you dancing every Friday night without fail and you two even went to the drive-in movie theatre once.

He was certainly charming.

But you weren’t sure you were quite there yet. Riff has a special way of making your stomach swirl but the Jets had a reputation amongst your friends for being… town bikes.

“Yeah, I like seeing you like this,” You smiled, letting that hang in the silence for a moment before taking a step back, “Wanna head back?”

Riff watched you with half-hooded eyes as you straightened your appearance. His hair was mused and his cheeks were rosy pink.

Looking through the gaps between the stairs, Riff assessed the dance hall. Lonely singles sat above you, waiting to be asked to dance, their shoes tapping to the beat of the music against the bleachers.

Did he want to go back..? Riff would rather spend the rest of the night hidden away with you, but you wanted to dance so he’ll dance.

He turned back to you and stood up straight, “Let me cool off for a minute.”

The bulge in his trousers was evident as he stepped further out of the shadows. It looked sizeable and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from it.

Riff adjusted himself and the front of his trousers, straightening out his shirt and collar.

“You need a hand?”

The words escaped your mouth before you could think and Riff almost snapped his neck turning to look at you.

Silence hung between you for what felt like eternity but was in actuality a few seconds.

“I mean… if you want,” You shrugged, only now realising that you were ready to give yourself to Riff in that way.

“Sweetheart of course I want that,” Riff took your face between his hands, “Are you sure? We can just go back to dancing.”

Wordlessly, you wrapped your fingers around his belt and pulled him closer, your hips flushed to his. His unfastened belt buckle caught against your hand as you tugged down his zipper and lowered to your knees.

Riff helped you pull his boxer briefs low enough to free his aching cock. You gasped at his size and he groaned at your reaction to him, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

He was being so gentle with you. It was hard not to give him your all right away.

You started with kitten licks and soft kisses to his shaft, running your fingers through his happy trail and settling your hand on his thigh.

The other held the base of him as your tongue traced the vein across the underside of his cock.

Riff groaned from deep in his chest, gripping a metal bar from the bleachers framework above him. His other hand flailed in the air as he struggled to decide whether to hold onto you or not.

The hand on Riff’s cock ran along his toned stomach and took his free hand in yours, interlocking your fingers, as you wrapped your lips around him and took him into your throat.

“You can take it sweetheart,” Riff encouraged, his voice thick with lust.

Bobbing your head up and down, you worked up a rhythm that had Riff tipping his head back and biting his bottom lip.

He managed to muffle most of his moans and heaving breaths but the slick sounds coming from your mouth around him were hard for him to ignore.

Luckily the lively Jazz music of the dance hall bounced around the room, concealing your noise.

“Fuck baby, you’re so good at this,” Riff praised, low and rumbling. A smile graced your face despite your mouth stretching around Riff’s thick cock.

You moaned in appreciation, the vibrations making Riff moan and buck his hips, pushing his cock deeper down your throat.

Saliva dripped down his cock onto his balls. You pulled back to catch your breath, kissing his hand before untangling your fingers from his and stroking him.

Gripping him at the base, you took him in your mouth again and worked up another rhythm to prolong his pleasure.

Sweat beaded at his temples and his chest heaved. Riff wrapped his hand around the side of your neck, his thumb tilting your head back to meet your eyes.

The sight of him above you, ruined by pleasure, made you moan. The vibrations made Riff shiver. You met his eyes and his muscles trembled, pleasure shooting through him.

“Oh baby I’m gonna cum,” Riff groaned, biting his lip. His grip on the bleachers framework tightened, his bicep bulged and the veins in his forearm protruded.

You smiled giddily around his cock and reached up to massage his balls. A sinful moan sprung from his throat and his head fell back, ropes of warm salty cum coating the back of your throat.

Swallowing everything he gave you, you couldn’t help but laugh. Riff tried to catch his breath, a sheen of sweat coated his skin.

You rose to your feet, refastening his trousers and belt before tucking his shirt in and straightening it out.

Riff wrapped his arms around you and pulled you flushed against him. His face buried in the crook of your neck and pressed soft kisses to your skin.

You stood like that for a moment before pulling away. Riff looked you over before crouching and brushing his fingers against your slightly scuffed knees.

“Worth it,” You giggled as Riff stood to his full height, towering over you. He adjusted your dress and ran a thumb under your bottom lip, tidying your smudged lipstick.

“Beautiful,” Riff whispered with adoration in his eyes.

An arm wrapped around your waist and held you close, “Ready to dance, girly girl?”

“Just one more kiss and then we dance,” You rose onto your tiptoes, meeting him halfway and kissing him with raw passion.

Riff pulled away, barely an inch, “Just so you know, I’m returning the favour as soon as you let me.”

“You’ll have no complaints from me,” You kissed him quickly and nipped at his lip before taking his hand and heading back to the dance floor.

The eagle-eyed Jets whooped as you and Riff reappeared, less put-together than when they last saw you.

“Enough’a that,” Riff was stern but in good spirits, pulling you under his arm as you giggled.

The Jets fell silent, despite mischievous smirks and knowing looks.

None of the Jet boys would ever say anything to you. Riff was their leader and he’d have their necks if so much as one bad word went against you.

You were his girly girl, his sweetheart, his.

“C’mon doll, let’s dance,” Riff grinned down at you, swerving you between other dancing couples to the centre of the room, “Wanna show you off… and then you’re coming home with me.”

At that, your mouth went dry. Riff bit his lip as he watched you swallow thickly.

After a moment to recover, a smirk twitched at your lips and you wrapped your arms around his neck, “One more song then we go.”

Riff dipped his head to capture your lips with his before twirling and dipping you in time with the music.

You couldn’t wait for what was to follow, and every Friday night to come.