Dropped Wallet 3: Sex Maniac?
Title: Dropped Wallet 3: Sex Maniac?
Author: Nat, a.k.a. pumpthevolume
Rating: NC-16/17
Starring: Nishikido Ryo and you
A/N: BAHA I JUST HAD TO DO A THIRD CHAPTER. This is one isn't even smut; it's storyline-less. SEX ONLY, BITCHES. I gotta change the tags on these Dropped Wallet fics...
You revel in the feeling of hot water pounding against your body, relaxing under the shower after a long few hours at your part-time job. You almost have to drag yourself out of the shower and are immediately buffeted with the draught from the air conditioner in the room next door, the bathroom being ensuite. You wrap yourself, shivering, in a fluffy towel, before realising you’ve forgotten to get clothes.
“Ryo-chaaaaan!” you call for your fiancé, not wanting to enter the cold bedroom.
“I’m doing something!” he yells back.
“Please, c’mon, it’ll only take a second…” you whine.
“Do it yourself,” comes the reply. “I’m busy!”
You huff, annoyed, bracing yourself for the cold. After counting to three, you open the door to the bedroom and brisk walk to the chest of drawers. After rifling through several layers of clothes, you discover that all your boxer shorts and oversized T-shirts you use as pajamas have mysteriously disappeared, replaced with lacy negligees and underwear. You turn; your body covered with goose bumps, and collide with something hard.
“Ow.” you shake your head and look up into Ryo’s eyes.
“What’re you doing?” You notice that he’s shirtless, padding round the flat in tracksuit bottoms.
“F-f-forgot my stuff,” you say, teeth chattering.
He puts an arm round your waist, pulling you close. He’s so warm you rest a cheek against his chest for a few seconds before remembering that you should get dressed. You start to pull away but his hand drops to your butt.
“C’mon, I’m freezing - I need to get dressed…” you say. “As if you helped, anyways.”
“That was before I knew you were only wearing a towel.”
“Turning to ice here.”
“I can think of a way to warm things up.” Ryo winks.
“I’m so tired, though…”
“What, am I not good enough for you?”
He seems wounded and you hug his waist with one arm, not noticing his hand sneak up, under the towel.
“Oh Ryo-chan,” you protest and try to hide your pleasure from his hand stroking your thigh, up to your hip and down to your knee. “I’m not gonna give in that easily…”
Ryo tilts your head up, running his tongue along your bottom lip, not breaking eye contact. Slowly he leans forward and lets his lips brush yours, ever so gently.
“Nuh-uh! I’m sleepy!” you protest feebly. Just like that, he lets go. You frown for a fraction of a second at the ease with which he leaves you alone, but he catches the look all the same, grinning michievously.
“I bet you actually WANT it!” Ryo crows triumphantly, folding his arms.
“No… I said I was sleepy! And by the way, what happened to my PJs?” you glare accusingly at him.
“I thought you needed some new ones… So I sent Alex and Karen to get some with my credit card.” he smiles innocently.
You goggle at him. “Whuuuut?!”
He winks and walks out of the room, calling over his shoulder. “Too late now!”
You huff for the second time that night and begin looking through the new purchases. Eventually you select (reluctantly) a lacy silver-and-blue negligee and slip it on over your head. You are mildly horrified to find that it just covers your butt. Turning round, you discover Ryo is already in bed. Blushing, you ignore him and wriggle underneath the covers.
Ryo turns onto his side, away from you. You pout and snuggle closer to his warmth, resting your chin on his side. Lightning-fast, Ryo bats you away and says gruffly, “Don’t touch me!” You freeze and suddenly your eyelashes are wet. You turn over and bite your lip to keep him from hearing a sniffle, but one escapes.
Quick as a flash, Ryo turns back towards you and rolls you over to face him. His eyes are wide with concern. “Babe, what’s wrong?” he asks, seemingly bewildered.
You hiccup and screw your eyes shut. “Since when did you use that tone of voice?”
“I just-“
“As soon as I say no to you, you get all grumpy. Like, what the hell? What are you, some sort of sex-crazed pervert?” You open your eyes to glare defiantly at Ryo, who stares at you. You swing your legs off the bed. “Did I say yes to your proposal too soon…?” you wonder aloud.
Ryo grabs your arm as you make to stand up, eyes wild with desperation. “NO! I’m not grumpy! I’m not a pervert either!”
“Then what was that just now?”
“We haven’t done it in a week…”
“That’s ‘cuz it was, you know, my time. Anyway, this just proves it: you’re obsessed with sex!” You scowl at him, mouth set in a grim slash.
His eyes are unreadable and they hold your gaze as he slowly gets out of bed to stand in front of you. “I said I wasn’t a pervert, not that I wasn’t obsessed with sex…” Ryo advances with every word, driving you backwards. “And I’m only obsessed with doing it with you.”
“Oh, shit.” You take one more step backwards and find yourself against the wall.
Ryo’s body presses against yours, his mouth mere millimetres from your ear. “However much you protest, however little attention you give me, I’ll never stop wanting you.” His voice is rough and husky. “The least you can do is help lessen my hunger…”
“You might just have to control that hunger,” you quip quietly, your voice not betraying how turned on you actually are.
“Or you could just stop lying.”
With that, his lips are on your earlobe. Your brain goes fuzzy but you hold on to the last vestiges of clarity of mind, pushing your palms against his chest. This just makes him even more enthusiastic, but you hang on. Ryo is a dead weight, pinning you to the wall. The wallpaper is rough against your calves and back.
His mouth descends to your neck, tongue making liberal licks down to your collarbone, biting punishingly as you yelp softly. Ryo’s hands are seemingly everywhere at the same time; squeezing your chest or butt, pulling you closer to him, between your legs, stroking your thigh… Screw clarity of mind, you’re hyped up and ready to go.
Before long he hooks a finger into the lace of your panties and slides them down. You step out of them and tug his tracksuit bottoms and boxers down in one go. Ryo raises an eyebrow smugly as he pulls your negligee over your head. “What happened to you?”
You rub against him, putting your arms round his neck. “Changed my mind. Am I really that bad a liar?”
He shakes his head, blowing his fringe out of his eyes. “Nah, lucky guess.”
You start to reply but then he shoves hard into you, making you jerk your head back, letting out a scream of ecstasy. “Crap, I forgot how good this feels,” you pant.
“Shut up. I forgot how tight you get.” He sticks his tongue into your mouth and continues his thrusts mercilessly, your squeals lost in the simulataneous makeout.
The two of you settle into an unspoken rhythm, bumping and grinding together, skin slick with sweat. You reach orgasm after a particularly strong thrust, shuddering uncontrollably as you ride it out, leaning against Ryo as he comes as well.
He picks you up and carries you into bed with him, snuggling close under the covers, clothes strewn all over the floor.
WHOO IT'S MY TRADEMARK SUCKISH ENDING.
Comments are love, dearies~
Author: Nat, a.k.a. pumpthevolume
Rating: NC-16/17
Starring: Nishikido Ryo and you
A/N: BAHA I JUST HAD TO DO A THIRD CHAPTER. This is one isn't even smut; it's storyline-less. SEX ONLY, BITCHES. I gotta change the tags on these Dropped Wallet fics...
You revel in the feeling of hot water pounding against your body, relaxing under the shower after a long few hours at your part-time job. You almost have to drag yourself out of the shower and are immediately buffeted with the draught from the air conditioner in the room next door, the bathroom being ensuite. You wrap yourself, shivering, in a fluffy towel, before realising you’ve forgotten to get clothes.
“Ryo-chaaaaan!” you call for your fiancé, not wanting to enter the cold bedroom.
“I’m doing something!” he yells back.
“Please, c’mon, it’ll only take a second…” you whine.
“Do it yourself,” comes the reply. “I’m busy!”
You huff, annoyed, bracing yourself for the cold. After counting to three, you open the door to the bedroom and brisk walk to the chest of drawers. After rifling through several layers of clothes, you discover that all your boxer shorts and oversized T-shirts you use as pajamas have mysteriously disappeared, replaced with lacy negligees and underwear. You turn; your body covered with goose bumps, and collide with something hard.
“Ow.” you shake your head and look up into Ryo’s eyes.
“What’re you doing?” You notice that he’s shirtless, padding round the flat in tracksuit bottoms.
“F-f-forgot my stuff,” you say, teeth chattering.
He puts an arm round your waist, pulling you close. He’s so warm you rest a cheek against his chest for a few seconds before remembering that you should get dressed. You start to pull away but his hand drops to your butt.
“C’mon, I’m freezing - I need to get dressed…” you say. “As if you helped, anyways.”
“That was before I knew you were only wearing a towel.”
“Turning to ice here.”
“I can think of a way to warm things up.” Ryo winks.
“I’m so tired, though…”
“What, am I not good enough for you?”
He seems wounded and you hug his waist with one arm, not noticing his hand sneak up, under the towel.
“Oh Ryo-chan,” you protest and try to hide your pleasure from his hand stroking your thigh, up to your hip and down to your knee. “I’m not gonna give in that easily…”
Ryo tilts your head up, running his tongue along your bottom lip, not breaking eye contact. Slowly he leans forward and lets his lips brush yours, ever so gently.
“Nuh-uh! I’m sleepy!” you protest feebly. Just like that, he lets go. You frown for a fraction of a second at the ease with which he leaves you alone, but he catches the look all the same, grinning michievously.
“I bet you actually WANT it!” Ryo crows triumphantly, folding his arms.
“No… I said I was sleepy! And by the way, what happened to my PJs?” you glare accusingly at him.
“I thought you needed some new ones… So I sent Alex and Karen to get some with my credit card.” he smiles innocently.
You goggle at him. “Whuuuut?!”
He winks and walks out of the room, calling over his shoulder. “Too late now!”
You huff for the second time that night and begin looking through the new purchases. Eventually you select (reluctantly) a lacy silver-and-blue negligee and slip it on over your head. You are mildly horrified to find that it just covers your butt. Turning round, you discover Ryo is already in bed. Blushing, you ignore him and wriggle underneath the covers.
Ryo turns onto his side, away from you. You pout and snuggle closer to his warmth, resting your chin on his side. Lightning-fast, Ryo bats you away and says gruffly, “Don’t touch me!” You freeze and suddenly your eyelashes are wet. You turn over and bite your lip to keep him from hearing a sniffle, but one escapes.
Quick as a flash, Ryo turns back towards you and rolls you over to face him. His eyes are wide with concern. “Babe, what’s wrong?” he asks, seemingly bewildered.
You hiccup and screw your eyes shut. “Since when did you use that tone of voice?”
“I just-“
“As soon as I say no to you, you get all grumpy. Like, what the hell? What are you, some sort of sex-crazed pervert?” You open your eyes to glare defiantly at Ryo, who stares at you. You swing your legs off the bed. “Did I say yes to your proposal too soon…?” you wonder aloud.
Ryo grabs your arm as you make to stand up, eyes wild with desperation. “NO! I’m not grumpy! I’m not a pervert either!”
“Then what was that just now?”
“We haven’t done it in a week…”
“That’s ‘cuz it was, you know, my time. Anyway, this just proves it: you’re obsessed with sex!” You scowl at him, mouth set in a grim slash.
His eyes are unreadable and they hold your gaze as he slowly gets out of bed to stand in front of you. “I said I wasn’t a pervert, not that I wasn’t obsessed with sex…” Ryo advances with every word, driving you backwards. “And I’m only obsessed with doing it with you.”
“Oh, shit.” You take one more step backwards and find yourself against the wall.
Ryo’s body presses against yours, his mouth mere millimetres from your ear. “However much you protest, however little attention you give me, I’ll never stop wanting you.” His voice is rough and husky. “The least you can do is help lessen my hunger…”
“You might just have to control that hunger,” you quip quietly, your voice not betraying how turned on you actually are.
“Or you could just stop lying.”
With that, his lips are on your earlobe. Your brain goes fuzzy but you hold on to the last vestiges of clarity of mind, pushing your palms against his chest. This just makes him even more enthusiastic, but you hang on. Ryo is a dead weight, pinning you to the wall. The wallpaper is rough against your calves and back.
His mouth descends to your neck, tongue making liberal licks down to your collarbone, biting punishingly as you yelp softly. Ryo’s hands are seemingly everywhere at the same time; squeezing your chest or butt, pulling you closer to him, between your legs, stroking your thigh… Screw clarity of mind, you’re hyped up and ready to go.
Before long he hooks a finger into the lace of your panties and slides them down. You step out of them and tug his tracksuit bottoms and boxers down in one go. Ryo raises an eyebrow smugly as he pulls your negligee over your head. “What happened to you?”
You rub against him, putting your arms round his neck. “Changed my mind. Am I really that bad a liar?”
He shakes his head, blowing his fringe out of his eyes. “Nah, lucky guess.”
You start to reply but then he shoves hard into you, making you jerk your head back, letting out a scream of ecstasy. “Crap, I forgot how good this feels,” you pant.
“Shut up. I forgot how tight you get.” He sticks his tongue into your mouth and continues his thrusts mercilessly, your squeals lost in the simulataneous makeout.
The two of you settle into an unspoken rhythm, bumping and grinding together, skin slick with sweat. You reach orgasm after a particularly strong thrust, shuddering uncontrollably as you ride it out, leaning against Ryo as he comes as well.
He picks you up and carries you into bed with him, snuggling close under the covers, clothes strewn all over the floor.
WHOO IT'S MY TRADEMARK SUCKISH ENDING.
Comments are love, dearies~