Mine.
Nishimura Riki
warnings ; 18+, suggestive, hickeys/bites, possessiveness, fwb, mdni
Niki's fingers traced the lace of your panties from under your little booty shorts, the pair you always wore just to tease him.
He knew you did it on purpose, but feigned ignorance so you wouldn't start wearing something more decent when coming over. Because god could he not keep his eyes off of you when you swayed your hips like that when walking past him. You would turn around to be met with a red-cheeked Niki that attempted to play off his staring, but he was always a horrible liar.
His eyes raked down your body in his lap— that sat fully on display for him. His hands admired all of your curves, pushing your flimsy clothes out of the way to make room for his greedy eyes.
"Can't believe you're all mine."
His gaze remained unchanged from your chest— that only found decency in your lacey bra— and his hands nearly clawed at the clasp on your back to remove it.
"Yours?" You scoffed. Your hands grabbed onto his forearms, interrupting his attempts to undo your bra.
Despite his confused brow raise, he laughed. As if this was common knowledge between the two of you. "Well, yeah? Who else?"
"I don't ever recall you making me yours, though." You folded your arms in front of you, partly to cover yourself back up from his now undeserving stare.
Because this was definitely not common knowledge between you, you thought it was agreed upon that this was strictly friends with benefits and nothing more.
His hand grazed against your neck and brushed your hair out of the way, earning a shiver from you. With a satisfied grin on his face, his fingers traced down to your collarbones that were littered with his expired hickeys and bites. "What're these then, baby?"