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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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Tony: What am I doing wrong?

Riff: Do you want me to answer as a friend or a therapist?

Tony: A friend.

Riff: See a therapist.

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(comes up to you like a poor victorian child about to die from tuberculosis, hands shaking)

Please sir, I want some more Mike Faist smut please

Okay okay okay it’s been a hot minute since I’ve written literally anything but I’ll try to get some stuff out in the next few days.

Smut coming soon I promise!

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Could you possibly write a fic about looking after Mike when he’s sick? I love your style of writing!!

Hi sorry it took so long! Hope this is what you were looking for, I'm sorry its kind of short - whoops!

#thanks anon! #requests open #mike faist request #mike faist

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Taking Care

A/N: Requested by anon. No smut just taking care of a sick Mike. Sorry, it's so short.

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“You don’t know when to stop, do you?” I asked, looking over at my boyfriend who was leaning onto our kitchen island for support. As much as I admired Mike’s work ethic, he had a bad habit of pushing himself too much. “Just go lay down.”

He let out a groan in response. Mike hated being sick, usually claiming he never was, which is mostly true. He gets sick probably once a year, but when he does it hits him like a truck. I could tell just by looking at him, his face pale, eyes sunken like he hadn’t slept in a month. After almost begging, I convinced him to go and lay down in bed while I made him tea in his favourite mug. I entered our shared bedroom to see him sprawled across the bed, not even making an effort to get in it.

“Here, drink this,” I say, extending the mug to him. He sat up and gratefully took it, taking a sip before almost spitting it out. 

“What’s this?” He looked at me with disgust, “This is the worst coffee ever.”

I laughed, “That’s because it's tea babe.”

“I thought you were trying to poison me or something,” he smirked, placing the mug on the side table. 

“The opposite actually,” I said, rifling through his dresser. I pulled out a pair of his grey sweatpants and tossed them to him. “Put these on, you shouldn’t sleep in your jeans.”

“I’m not going to sleep babe, I’m fine.” As if on cue he started to have a coughing fit as he finished talking. 

“Yeah,” I smiled, “You sound great,” my voice was dripping with sarcasm, causing him to roll his eyes. He reluctantly had another sip of tea, before sliding off his black jeans and pulling on the sweats. 

“Are you at least going to come and cuddle your terribly sick boyfriend?” He asked while finally climbing under the blankets, and lifting the corner up for me to join him. I happily slid in and Mike slipped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. “Now, I’ll at least have a chance of falling asleep,” he mumbled into my hair.

I shushed him, placing a light kiss on his shoulder as he closed his eyes. He looked perfect laying there peacefully and I lost track of the time just watching him gently fall asleep. Once he started to lightly snore I knew it was my chance to slip away. I pushed his arm off my gently and climbed out of bed, missing the warmth of his touch. 

I went back into the kitchen and started to make his favourite meal to eat while sick; homemade chicken soup. I was so busy chopping and cooking everything I didn’t hear him come into the kitchen. 

“Smells good,” he said, making me jump in surprise, almost spilling the soup. “Sorry love,” he chuckled, “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s okay, it’s done now anyway,” I replied, grabbing a bowl from the cupboard. I placed the soup down on the island and gestured for him to take a seat. Mike sat down and happily ate the soup, musing about how good it is. 

“You always take such good care of me,” he said, reaching over and pulling me into his chest. “I love you Y/N.” He pulled me in for a light kiss and went back to eating happily.

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Do Over - Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Pry & Protect Masterlist

“Have you always lived around here?” I asked Riff, as we walked through the entrance of my apartment. 

“Born and raised,” he shrugged, closing the door behind him, “you’re talkin’ to a real New Yorker.” He gave me a wink and a toothy grin before he continued walking over to the couch. I followed him, taking a seat on the chair across from him. 

“Are you close with your family? Do you have any siblings? Do you still see them?” I blurted out questions faster than my brain could process and I could see the surprise on Riff’s face. 

“Slow down,” he replied with a chuckle. “I can’t answer that fast.” I shrunk down a little in my chair, looking at the floor causing him to sigh at me. “What did ya say? Am I close with my family?” I nodded my head and he continued, “I don’t have any real family left.” 

Riff looked at my face, trying to gauge my reaction. I nodded again slowly, still looking down. I couldn’t help but feel sad at the idea of Riff alone with no family, but I could relate in a way. My only family was my little sister and I couldn’t imagine being without her. 

“My Ma was a saint but she died when I was 15, no real siblings, only chosen ones.” Riff leaned back into the couch as he spoke, his eyes were fixated on the wall in front of him. “And my dad was a real asshole,” he said with a slight chuckle. “Slept all day, drank all night. He’d leave us for days or weeks at a time doing who knows what. One day he just didn’t come back.” I watched as Riff’s eyes began to glass over slightly and I couldn’t help but picture a young Riff waiting and looking for his dad to come back home. I didn’t realize but my eyes had started to water and soon I was wiping back a tear that had shed. “Anyway, that's when my Ma got sick.” Riff finally looked over to me and saw that I was crying. “Hey, we can stop talkin’ about it. I don’t want to make you cry.”

“I just can’t believe he left you both,” I mumbled out, doing my best to recompose myself. 

“If ya ask me it was a good thing.” His words confused me and I think he could tell. “My old man wasn’t exactly a nice guy. He didn’t treat my Ma right and as I got older he didn’t like that I noticed.” I nodded, understanding what he was talking about immediately. 

“I guess that’s where all your anger comes from,” I spoke aloud more to myself but he nodded in agreement. 

“My dad didn’t teach me much but he taught me to fight. Let’s just say he stopped teachin’ me when I got better than him.” Riff was staring at me intensely, trying to see if I truly understood what he meant. 

“Tell me about your mom,” I spoke a little softer, not being able to read his expression and I was worried I’d upset him somehow. 

“Nicest person I ever met. She’d help anyone, doesn’t matter if she couldn’t, she’d find a way. Everyone that met her, loved her. How she ended up with my dad I’ll never know.” Riff looked down at the floor for a moment. His smile returned briefly as he began to speak again, “Ma was always singin’ while she cooked but she wasn’t a great cook.” He let out a laugh, “I remember one time I told her about this sandwich I dreamed about so she tried to make it for me. It was disgusting and she made a huge mess makin’ it too.”

I couldn’t help but join in the laughter, it was nice to forget about the bad stuff in the past for a moment. Riff smiled at me and gestured for me to sit beside him on the couch. I moved next to him and he slid his arm around my waist pulling me in closer. 

“That’s why I care about my Jets. They’re my guys. All of ‘em come from shitty homes and people who don’t care about ‘em.” His tone was more serious, “that’s when they come to me,” he shrugged, “I look after ‘em like they’re blood.” 

“That’s why you’re so protective of Baby John.”

“You got it, doll. He’s a good kid, but he ain’t got no one lookin’ out for him. Or at least he didn’t till I made him a Jet.” 

“You’re a good person, Riff.” He raised an eyebrow at me, questioningly. “No, really! You take care of all those kids like it’s nothing.” 

He shrugged again, “ya well, half the time they don’t listen to me anyway,” he gave me his signature wink and smirk combo. “So are ya done grilling’ me? Do I get to know about you?” 

My breathing hitched and my body stiffened. I usually try to avoid talking about myself with others but I guess I started this conversation, so it’s only fair. 

“Well,” I muttered, “I’m from Santa Monica, California. Jo and I moved here about a month ago.” I looked up to see him waiting for me to continue. I took a deep breath before continuing, “Our Mama was a dancer at a club that was really popular and I never met my dad. Jo has a different dad, who we don’t talk about.” I watched as Riff took in my words, clearly wanting me to elaborate. “He was like your dad. Not very nice.” I could feel my palms sweat slightly and my voice became shaky. “He used to get angry a lot and when he wasn’t angry he was drunk. Mama would always try to calm him but it never worked and it just got worse.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, “he would hurt me and mama anyway you could think of. He always had a soft spot for Jo though, until one day he didn’t.” I felt tears begin to fall as the memory flashed before my eyes. 

I felt Riff grip on me tighten slightly as he leaned in to whisper, “I’m here now, nothing like that will ever happen.” All I could do was nod while I began to sob in his arms. 

We stayed like that for a few minutes before I was able to regain composure. Our breathing was synced and our fingers were intertwined. His free hand was rubbing my back, tenderly, while he placed gentle kisses on the top of my head. 

“He didn’t hurt her.” Riff’s movements stopped as I began to speak again, “I got home in time to stop him.” I sat up and looked at Riff, “well not stop him, but I grabbed Jo and took her out of there. She didn’t even know what was going on. The next day my mama tried to kick him out, even changed the locks on him but it only made him more angry.” I swallowed hard, “He killed her that night.” I could feel Riff tense up next to me. I took another deep breath, gripping his hand tighter. “I haven’t talked about that night in years. Not since police came with questions. He’s in jail now.” Riff nodded his head at my words. “Ever since then it’s been just the two of us.”

“I can see why you’re so protective,” he replied quietly. “But why don’t ya let me do the protectin’ from now on. I’ll keep ya both safe, I promise.” 

I smiled up at him, wiping away the last of my tears. He leaned in slowly, looking deep into my eyes before letting them flutter close and connecting our lips. My hands found their way to his hair and his hands rested on my hips. Our kiss was long and passionate, full of all the emotions we just dug up and exposed to each other. It wasn’t long before he was on top of me on the couch. 

“Wait,” I said, putting my hand on his chest. “I have a small request.” 

“Alright,” he raised an eyebrow at me, “what can I do for ya girly?”

“If you’re going to be using your Jets to protect us then shouldn’t I know what’s going on with them?” 

Riff let out a sigh, “you’re just goin’ to keep buggin’ me till I tell ya, aren’t ya?” I made a pouty face up at him and he rolled his eyes in response before smiling. “If it concerns ya in any way I’ll tell ya. But this doesn’t.”

I groaned, “you’ll just say nothing concerns me.”

“You’re right,” he smirked. I glared up at him, causing him to laugh again. “C’mon, don’t ya trust me?”

“How can I trust you if you won’t tell me what’s happening?” 

“I know what I’m doing.” He let out a groan and ran a hand through his hair in frustration, “If you think I’m going to check in with you about the ins and outs of my gang,” he started to pull himself off of me and I reached up and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him back slightly. 

“I just want to know you are safe,” I said quickly, cutting him off. His gaze softened again, I placed a gentle kiss on his lips, “I’m not going to tell you what to do, I know you can handle it. Just please tell me where you’re running off to before you go.”

We just stared at each other for a moment, his blue eyes were pouring into my green ones. He nodded slightly before connecting our lips again. It wasn’t like before, this kiss was slow and tender. I had never felt Riff touch me so delicately, as if I was glass. His fingers ghosted over my hips, trailing up and down my torso. My hands slipped around his neck and I pulled him in, deepening our kiss. 

He pulled himself back, letting out a sigh, “It’s been awhile since I’ve had someone care about me like that.” He stared at the floor, eyebrows furrowed in thought. 

“Well get used to it,” I said, sitting up to look at him. A small smile made its way to his lips as he turned towards me. “Riff,” I paused for a moment, looking deep into his eyes. I placed a hand on his cheek, “I don’t think I’ve ever felt as safe as I do when I’m with you.” 

His smile grew, “Ever since I laid eyes on ya, that’s all I’ve wanted to do.”

“Oh really?” My eyebrows rose in question, my tone playful. “That’s all you want to do?”

His smirked returned, “Alright, that’s not all. Just my number one priority.” He leaned and whispered in my ear, “Making you feel good is just a perk of the job, sweetheart.” I felt Riff’s hand rest on my thigh, making my breathing hitch. He began to pepper my neck with kisses and I rolled my head back to give him more access. A moan left my mouth and he let out a light chuckle in response, “careful doll. You keep moaning like that and I may not be able to control myself.”

“You could never hurt me,” I placed my hand over his crotch and began to rub him gently through his jeans.

“You’re right but that don’t mean I won’t get carried away.” 

I giggled at his words, “sounds like fun to me.”  

We were interrupted by the sound of the door opening and I immediately pulled my hand back and pushed Riff off me. I looked over to see Jo, throwing her school bag down, not bothering to look over or not noticing us.

“Hey,” I said, doing my best to not draw suspicion to what we're just doing. She finally looked over to reveal red cheeks and puffy eyes, she’d been crying. I jumped up from the couch, “What happened?”

Jo came over quickly and engulfed me into a hug, beginning to cry quietly. I looked over my shoulder to see a confused look on Riff’s face, I gave him a shrug before turning my attention back to my sister. I squeezed her back and began to rub her back soothingly. She mumbled something out but between her sobs and tight embrace, I couldn’t make it out.

“Jo,” I pulled her off me to look at her, “What’s going on?”

“He dumped me.” I nodded at her words and pulled her back into a hug. “I don’t understand, he told me he liked me yesterday and then today he just dumped me.”

“Well what did he say?”

“He said I’m not right for him, he can’t be with someone like me.” My brows furrowed in confusion at her words. “His parents didn’t think I was worth his time.”

“He said what?!” I just about yelled. I could feel my face turning red with anger, which only made Jo cry harder. “Don’t cry over him, Jo,” I pulled her face up to look at me, “what does he know? He’s an idiot.” 

“No he isn’t! He’s one of the smartest people in my class!” 

“Doesn’t mean he’s not an idiot,” I rolled my eyes at her. “Books don’t make someone smart.” She nodded at my words slightly, using the back of her to wipe away her tears. 

“Well,” Riff sighed, getting up from the couch, “if ya ask me, you could do a whole lot better anyway.” He awkwardly shoved his hands in his pockets, “and believe me, his parents aren’t the greatest people either.” 

Jo nodded at his words slowly, “I just liked having someone who cared about me.”

“Aw Jo,” I sighed, pulling her back into a hug. “I care about you and Riff does too, right Riff?” I looked over at him. 

“Ya, don’t worry kid.” 

“Stop,” Jo pushed me away. “I’m not a kid,” she huffed, crossing her arms. “He was the only person at that school that would even acknowledge me and now I have no one.” Her eyes began to water again and she turned away from us. 

“You’ll meet other people Jo,” I said but was quickly cut off by my sister storming off to her room, slamming the door behind her. 

“Why are all girls so dramatic?” Riff asked. I grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at him, “hey! What was that for?” He laughed out loud and I tried not to smile. 

“It’s not funny, I’m worried about her.” I sighed sitting back down on the couch, “I didn’t know she didn’t have any friends.” 

“I know people her age, I could introduce her if ya want,” 

“Absolutely not!” Riff raised an eyebrow at me, so I continued, “I don’t want her around dangerous people.” 

“It won’t be anyone dangerous,” he said, rolling his eyes again. “What about Baby John?” 

“He’s in a gang!” My eyes were wide, I could hardly believe what he was saying. “You just told me you would protect us and now you’re saying she should be hanging out with some gang!”

“Ya, my gang.” I could tell he was getting irritated with me, but the thought of Jo hanging out with a gang member made me sick. “You saw him, he’s not even scary.” He did have a point, Baby John was hardly threatening.

“Riff, she’s my little sister,” I began to rub my temples in an attempt to ease my growing headache. “I can’t just let her hang out with whoever.” 

“Maggie,” he breathed out, his tone calm but I could see rage building in his eyes. “I wouldn’t let her hang out with just anyone. He’s a good kid!” His voice began to rise slightly, in defence of Baby John. We stared at each other, both seething with anger. 

“I don’t want her associating with criminals.” 

“And what am I?” His words cut the air like a knife. He raised his eyebrows at me, expecting an answer. 

“You’re different,” I said quietly, in almost a whisper. 

“I’m more dangerous than any of The Jets.” 

“But you wouldn’t hurt us.” 

“They do what I say Margaret! They won’t do anything, she’s a kid!” 

“I just don’t want her getting hurt,” I sighed, knowing he was right and flopped back on the couch. He looked at me and his gaze softened. Sitting down next to me, Riff pulled my hand into his and planted a small kiss on it. 

“I know you want what’s best, and so do I. I’m not trying to set them up, I’m trying to get her friends. She doesn’t even have to know he’s a member!” I nodded at his words, reluctantly. 

“Okay but I want to be there when they meet Riff,” I said sternly looking at him. “No other gang members, just us and them, okay?” 

“Sure thing doll, I’ll set it up.” He pulled me in for a kiss before hopping up from the couch. “I’ll go find him now,” he said, making his way towards the door. 

“You’ll come back right?” My voice was a little more panicked sounding than I had hoped. 

Riff turned around on his heels, “how’s about I do ya one better? You and Jo meet us at Doc’s in 2 hours,” I nodded in agreement and he smiled back. “Great, then I’ll get to walk ya home after,” he smirked at me, “besides I couldn’t stay away from you even if I tried, girly girl.” With one last wink, he was gone out the door.

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Been working on chapter 8. Not sure if I should post it as a little filler or add more and make it real long. Send help

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We are in a dodge mason smut famine I really think you could fix it

Hi sorry it took so long! It's kind of kinky so whoops hope ya don't mind lol Here!

#thanks anon!

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PLease please do something with ropes! Mike, Riff, Dodge, anything!! just give me DOM ROPE DADDY PLS

Sorry it took so long, but here ya go! Hope this is what you were looking for!

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Tied Up - 18+ Dodge Mason

A/N: This is a combination of two requests and the first Dodge smut. It's pretty kinky and I'm not sorry about it.

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I was waiting impatiently out front of my house for my boyfriend, Dodge, to come pick me up. I heard his bike before I saw it turn the corner, the loud engine gave it away. He pulled up to the curb, halting the motorcycle and flashing me a smile.

“Hey beautiful,” his voice made me smile and I stepped closer. “Hop on.” He handed the spare helmet to me which I quickly strapped onto my head. I slid on the back of the bike, wrapping my arms around his back, gripping as tight as I could. I had my eyes squeezed shut, trusting Dodge completely as I felt him take off into traffic.

It wasn’t long until we pulled up to an old house. It looked dark and worn down but Dodge just smiled, which was all the reassurance I needed. Getting off the bike, he grabbed my hand and led me up to the big gate in front of the property. 

“Dodge, where are we?” I asked, looking around confused.

“Why? Are you scared?” He asked me in a teasing tone, making me roll my eyes. “I wanted to show you my favourite place in Carp!” He said with a grin spreading from ear to ear. 

“You couldn’t have done that in the daylight?” 

Dodge let out a laugh before hopping the gate and gesturing for me to follow. I took a deep breath and hoisted myself onto the gate and started to climb up. Swinging my leg over, I lost my balance and fell into two large arms. I looked up to see Dodge looking down at me in concern, we stayed frozen like that for a moment, just staring at each other. 

“Are you alright? I didn’t mean for you to get hurt.”

“I’m not hurt,” I said, placing my hands on his cheeks and pulling him in for a kiss. “Thank you for saving me.” He placed me back down on the ground with a smile. 

“I’ll always save you babe.”

We walked up to the abandoned house and I watched as Dodge jimmied the front door open. Using his phone as a flashlight, he lit the way for us to enter. When I finally stepped inside, I was floored by how beautiful it was. Artwork lined the walls and the furniture looked like it was out of another century. I could hardly believe my eyes.

“This place is amazing, Dodge!” 

“Isn’t it?” He let out a laugh. “I come here when I want to escape.” His arms wrapped around my waist, “No one else knows about it.”

“Wow,” I smirked up at him, “I’m so honoured you showed me.” I turned around so we were facing each other and wrapped my arms around his neck again. We stared into each other's eyes for a few moments, until I finally broke the silence. “Are you going to kiss me or what?”

Dodge smiled and shook his head slightly before he leaned in, connecting our lips. The kiss started out tender and slow but quickly the hunger and need for each other grew. He gave my bum a spank causing me to gasp, allowing him to slip his tongue expertly into my mouth. Our tongues fought for dominance but it wasn’t long till I gave into him. I felt his hands exploring the curves of my body, his fingers dragging along my skin. I was aching for his touch, I could feel myself becoming more wet. 

“Dodge,” I moaned out. 

“I’ve got another surprise princess, just wait.” With a wink, he removed his hands from my body. I immediately missed his touch. He returned quickly with a bag and I had to squint to make out what it was in the dark. I gasped as I realized it was a bag of rope. “What do you say babe? I know you’ve always wanted to be tied up.” I couldn’t speak, only nod. I watched as Dodge smirked at my response, “Okay then gorgeous, come with me.” 

He led me down the hall into another room with a large bed in it and motioned for me to go sit. I watched as he pulled out thick black rope from a bag and tossed it over his shoulder. Glancing at me, Dodge gave me a reassuring smile then came over to the side of the bed. He swiftly pulled my top off me in one movement and then began to undo my belt, taking off my pants next. I felt him slip a finger into the waistband on my panties and my breathing hitched again. I held my breath as I felt his finger dance over my clit, lightly teasing me before he ripped off my underwear. 

“If you don’t want to do it we don’t have to,” his voice was almost a whisper but he was now looking deep in my eyes.

“Please, just come use me.” 

His face lit up at my words and a devilish smile flashed across his face. He climbed on top of me and began to bind my body so I could not move freely. My arms were tied up above my head and my legs were opened, each tied to the bed posts. I moaned at the feeling of the rope being tightened and inhaled sharply as I felt Dodge place soft kisses beside each knot. 

“You have no idea how fucking hot you look right now.” I smiled at his words, and watched as he took his own clothes off. I wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch him but I was completely restrained. He slipped a finger into my pussy quickly, making me gasp. “You’re nice and wet for me.” Adding another finger, he began to massage the area making my legs shake.

“Dodge,” I moaned out, “I’m already so close.”

“Patience baby,” a dark chuckle escaped his lips. His hands began to gently move across my body again, tracing my stomach, pinching my nipples, scratching my hips. Next was his mouth on my neck. He left a trail of sloppy kisses from my ear all the way down to my collar bone. The kisses turned into nibbles which meant my moans turned into muffled screams of pleasure as his fingers returned to my pussy. “Come on, I know you can scream louder than that,” He smirked down at me, his eyes clouded with lust. His fingers were quickly replaced by his cock and I screamed in response, “That’s my good girl,” he cooed.

After giving me a moment to adjust to his size, Dodge began to thrust deep into my pussy, fucking me hard and slow. I could hardly keep my eyes open, there was so much pleasure going through my body. I watched as his arms flexed with each thrust, highlighting his muscles. His pace began to quicken and I instinctively tried to thrust but was reminded I couldn’t move. He smirked briefly at my movements before a look of concentration took over. He stopped his movements while his hands went to my neck, gripping slightly. 

“Do you remember our safe word princess?” 

“Yes,” I responded, looking deep into his eyes. I couldn’t hide my excitement, I could feel the heat rising in my body. He smiled down at me and connected our lips briefly. 

“Good because I may need to hear it,” his eyes raked over my body again. His grip on my neck tightened slightly and he smirked, licking his lips. “I don’t know how I’m going to ever stop.” 

He began to pound my pussy hard and fast and the sound of the bed squeaking filled the room. I was unable to scream with his grip on my neck but I loved the feeling. He moved his hand and started to kiss the now sensitive area. He grabbed my tits roughly and began to massage them. Kissing his way down, he used his teeth on my nipples making me gasp at the feeling. 

“Fuck Dodge,” I moaned out, his eyes darted up to meet mine and he just smiled, still thrusting into me. “You’re going to make me cum.” 

“Are you close, princess?” He asked, his eyes softened and all I could do was nod. “Good, scream for me.” His movements instantly became rough and I did as I was told and screamed for him as I released my juices all over his big cock. “Fuck baby, you always soak me.” I giggled slightly in response as Dodge began to slow his movements. 

It wasn’t long before I felt his cum fill my pussy, making us both moan out in pleasure. He peppered my face with kisses as he slowly pulled out his cock.

“That was so good,” I giggled out, watching as Dodge pulled his boxers and then jeans back on. “Wait,” I called out as he reached for his shirt, causing him to look at me with a raised eyebrow. “Untie me first?”

“Untie you?” He let out a laugh, “maybe I was just going to leave you like this.” He winked at me and gave me one of his devilish smirks. 

“You wouldn’t.” I said hoping I sounded more stern than nervous. He laughed, making it known that I definitely sounded nervous. 

“Relax, sweetheart,” he moved over to the knots and untied them, “I’m only joking.” He started with my legs, followed by my arms. 

“Yeah well who knows with you, mystery boy,” I winked at him, knowing how much he disliked me calling him that. He rolled his eyes in response. I rubbed my now red wrist, showing where the rope was. Dodge quickly reached over and placed a kiss on the area. I reached out, placing my hands on his chest, running my fingers over his muscles. 

“So that’s why I can’t put my shirt on,” he smirked at me. 

“Oh come on,” it was my turn to roll my eyes. “I spent that whole time not being able to touch you, it wasn’t easy!” I smiled up at him moving my hands to his biceps. 

“Oh no?” 

“No! You wouldn’t last five minutes without your hands.” I playfully hit his chest and he pretended to be hurt. 

“You’re right,” he nodded, looking off in thought. “But I’d love to see you try to stop me,” he quickly turned his attention back to me and pushed me back onto the bed. I let out a laugh as he climbed on top of me. 

“I’d never try to stop you,” I looked into his blue eyes and connected our lips again. My hands slid down to his jeans, undoing the button. 

“Don’t tell me you want more?” His tone was teasing and I knew he was smirking without even looking at him. I reached into his pants and began to rub him gently over his boxers. He stifled a moan as my hand went into his boxers, gripping his dick. “Y/N, what are you trying to do here?” 

“I’m trying to make my man feel good.” I looked up at him through my eyelashes, “I want to play too, I can finally touch you Daddy.” His eyes closed at my words and I began to pump my hand on his cock, making him hard again. “Maybe I could suck you?” He nodded in response and I smiled up at him. 

Repositioning himself, Dodge sat up on the edge of the bed, I moved so I was kneeling on the floor in front of him. I pulled his jeans and boxers down slightly, causing his member to spring free. 

I looked up at him as I brought his big cock to my lips. He ran his fingers through my hair and gave me a little smile as I took his whole length into my mouth slowly. He began to groan slightly as I rhythmically sucked him. I massaged his balls slightly, causing him to buck his hips into my mouth and I groaned on his dick at the sensation. 

“That’s it, baby,” he moaned out, grabbing a fistful of my hair. “You look so damn beautiful with my cock in your mouth.” I slid his dick in more, deepthroating him and earning more praise. “Careful princess, you’re going to make me cum in that pretty little mouth of yours.” 

“Oh please cum, Daddy,” I said, taking his dick out of my mouth for a moment. “I want to taste you,” I ran my tongue along his length before quickly shoving it back into my mouth and resuming sucking him. I moved fast and I felt his grip on my hair tighten. His moans began to fill the room, it was like music to my ears. He came quickly and hard, filling my mouth which I happily swallowed. I stood up and wiped my lips, giving him a smile. He flopped back on the bed, exhausted.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he moaned. “How the fuck are you so good at that?” 

“What can I say,” I shrugged, “sucking your cock is probably one of my favourite things to do.” He smiled over at me as I continued talking, “I know what my man likes.” 

“Fuck, yeah you do.”

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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.

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Do Over - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Copacetic? Masterlist

I woke up with a pain in my head and a ringing in my ears. Letting out a groan, I rolled over to see the clock on the wall reading 730 am. Panic immediately took over as I sprang from my bed and started to grab my clothes and pulled my hair into a ponytail, not caring how I looked at all. 

“Jo,” I yelled as I swung open my door, “you’re going to be late for school!” I started to make my way down the hall when Riff’s voice stopped me. 

“She’s gone already,” he called out from the kitchen.

“She is?” I asked, confusion evident in my voice. I walked over to the kitchen to see him by the stove, cooking something. I peered over his shoulder to see scrambled eggs in the frying pan. 

“Yeah, and before ya freak out,” he smoothly divided the eggs, sliding them onto two plates. “I walked her to the station.” 

“You did?” I asked, still confused which of course made him smirk. 

“I did,” he turned around, picking up both plates, “sit down, you’ll need to eat somethin’ after last night.” 

I nodded at his words, taking a seat at the kitchen table. I watched as he placed a plate down in front of me and one at the spot beside, he sat down and picked his fork up from the table then gestured for me to do the same. I followed suit and slowly began to eat. 

“So are ya always this quiet in the mornin’ or are ya still recoverin’?” 

“You stayed.” It came out of my mouth before I could stop it, maybe it was the pounding in my head or just my surprise to find him cooking in my kitchen. I watched as Riff’s expression went from amused to concerned.

“Did you not want me to?” His eyebrows were furrowed together and his voice was softer than usual. He searched my face for an answer and all I could do was smile. 

“I’m happy you stayed.” He smiled softly and continued to eat. “Thanks for taking Jo,” I said, “you really didn’t have to.” 

“Yes I did!” He laughed, “she was bangin’ on the door sayin’ she was goin’ to go alone if you didn’t get up. I’m surprised ya slept through it!” 

“Of course,” I rolled my eyes, “sorry about that.” I should have known Jo would try to wake me. 

He shrugged in response, “don’t matter to me, I’m happy ya got a good sleep. That’ll help ya with the hangover, now eat.” His voice was more firm at the end and he gestured to my plate. 

I didn’t realize how hungry I was until the first piece of egg was in my mouth. I devoured the plate in seconds, causing Riff to let out a chuckle. He began to eat faster and in moments he was done also. 

“Coffee?” I asked looking over at him, raising my eyebrow. 

“It’s already made. Just gotta get a mug girly,” he smiled at me. 

“Wow,” I smiled back, “who knew juvenile delinquents were so good in the kitchen.” He laughed at my words, nodding slightly. I could feel his eyes on me as I pulled a mug out and poured myself a cup of coffee. I turned around, leaning on the counter, “I have the day off.” 

“Oh really?” Riff stood up from the table slowly, and began walking over to me. 

“Yeah,” I nodded, “my boss is on some business trip, so I’m not needed in the office.” I watched as a smirk grew on his face, and almost immediately felt his hands on my waist, pulling me into him. 

“Well then,” he looked down at me, his eyes sparking with mischief, “hows ‘bout we go back to the bedroom?” I let out a giggle, feeling his hand drop to my bum, giving it a squeeze. 

“Don’t you have things to do?” I asked with a smirk, “or do you just walk around, causing trouble all day?” I wrapped my arms around his neck and eyed him playfully. 

“Trouble? Me?” He pretended to look hurt, “you must have me confused with someone else.” He stood up straighter, changing his voice to sound formal, “I’ll have you know, I’m an upstanding citizen. A real gentleman.” I couldn’t help but laugh but I quickly regained composure. 

“That’s a relief,” I sighed out, “I was worried some hoodlum was trying to trick me into liking him.” Riff smiled down at me, his blue eyes were twinkling in the light and his nose scrunched up briefly. 

“Hoodlum?” He chuckled lightly. “Out of all the names ya coulda called me, ya went with hoodlum?” I couldn’t help but laugh at his question.

“Sorry, what would you prefer?” I asked in a sickly sweet tone, doing my best to hide a smirk. 

“I’d prefer you movin’ that sexy little ass of yours to the bedroom,” he winked quickly then gave my ass a pat before letting go of my hips. 

“Don’t change your voice again and I’ll do whatever you want,” I replied with a smirk, doing my best to sound seductive as I walked by him towards my room. 

“That’s a dangerous idea, girly girl” he called out, trailing after me. 

I giggled in response as I flopped down onto the bed. In moments he was on top of me, caressing my body with his hands as he left soft kisses on my neck. I reached my hands up to rest on his back, melting into his touch. His fingers hooked onto the waistline of my pants and swiftly pulled them down making me gasp slightly at the feeling. I began to tug on his shirt and he stopped kissing me long enough to pull it off, over his head before reconnecting his lips to my neck.

“Riff?” I asked, causing him to immediately stop and look at me. I smiled up at him, “I wanted to thank you for taking care of me.” His gaze softened and he placed a gentle kiss on my forehead, then my nose, then my lips.

“Ya don’t have to thank me babe, I wanted to.” 

Our lips connected again, this time it was filled with passion and hunger. I traced my fingers along his back, feeling the muscles flex as he held his body hovering over my own. He bit my lip gently before moving his mouth down my neck to my collarbone and Riff’s sloppy kisses turned into love bites in no time.

“Riff,” I moaned out, “maybe I could be on top?” My words made him stop and look at me, he wore his signature smirk and I could feel myself starting to get wet.

“You can ride me anytime girly,” he replied with a wink. He leaned in and planted a quick kiss on my lips before he pulled himself off me to flop down beside me on the bed. “What did ya mean earlier?” I turned to look at him with furrowed eyebrows, not knowing what he was referring to. “You told me not to change how I talk.”

“Oh,” I said as realization hit me. Smirking, I pulled myself up and straddled Riff, “I just like how you sound,” I shrugged lightly and began to run my fingers gently down his chest. He raised an eyebrow at my response so I continued, “You just sound tough and sweet at the same time. You have a very commanding voice but you can still be really soft.” I was looking deep into his eyes as I spoke, “It’s equally comforting and sexy.”

“I get it,” he smiled up at me, putting his hands behind his head, “you think my voice is sexy.”

“That’s what you took away from all that?”

“That and ya called me soft,” he cocked an eyebrow at me, “but I thought I’d let that one slide.” Riff moved his hands on my hips, massaging them gently.

“Well it’s true,” I giggled out, “don’t worry though, I won’t tell.” I leaned down and connected our lips briefly, “I wouldn’t want anyone knowing what you say to me anyway.” I reached my hand down and began to rub his cock, which was already hard and a throaty groan escaped his lips.

I repositioned my body over his and slowly lowered myself onto his dick, causing us both to let out a moan. His blue eyes were filled with lust and I watched as they rolled back with pleasure at the feel of my movements. I began to bounce on his cock, picking up speed with each thrust as Riff’s hands guided my hips. I tossed my head back in pleasure letting out a slight scream. 

“Fuck Maggie,” Riff groaned, “you look so sexy ontop a me.” He sat up and pulled my lips to his and continued our movements, making both of us moaning messes. 

“I’m so close,” I gasped out as Riff picked up speed. I came hard and my legs began to shake with pleasure as he did his final thrust before he also finished. I pulled myself off of him and rolled onto my side of the bed.

We layed like that, just staring at each other, for what felt like an eternity but was more like 5 minutes. I slowly pulled myself up from the bed, looking over my shoulder to see Riff watching me with curiosity. Walking over to my bedroom door, I did my best sexy walk hoping to keep his attention. I turned around to see him sitting up, watching my every move and I can’t help but smirk. 

“I’m going to have a shower,” I say looking him over, I watched as he nodded with slight confusion. “Well,” I laughed lightly, “are you going to join me?”

“Is that an option?”

“If you don’t want to th-”

“No, no,” He was up from the bed in a matter of seconds, “I just thought a respectable young lady, such as yourself, would have higher standards.” He walked towards me with his signature smirk back.

“What did I say about the voice?” I giggled but pushed him away when he was close enough, “If I wanted some fancy business man, I could get one.” 

“But here ya are with some hoodlum,” he put more emphasis on the last word, causing us to both laugh. He pulled me in close, making me let out a squeal of surprise. “There ain’t no fancy man that can make ya feel like that girly girl, I guarantee.” 

I giggled at his words and leaned up to give him a little kiss, which turned into a mini makeout session. Pushing Riff away again slightly, I grabbed his hand and led him to the bathroom. I  turned the water on and we continued our kissing until the temperature was good enough for us to get in. The warm water felt so relaxing and soothing as it hit my skin and Riff placing kisses on my body at the same time, made me feel like I was in heaven.  After a few minutes we both reluctantly decided we’d have to stop and dried ourselves off.

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It was hot out, like unbearably so. Riff had somehow talked me into walking to Doc’s for a milkshake and the heat made me instantly regret it. We walked hand in hand and I watched as people pretended not to stare at us. Riff, however, didn’t seem to care or notice. He casually puffed on a cigarette, holding it in his free hand as we strolled down the busy streets of the Upper West Side. He somehow always managed to look perfect. His clothes were torn and dirty, his hair was disheveled but it suited him, he looked tough and I could see in the daylight why someone would be nervous around him. His bright blue eyes seemed to be a contrast to his stern looks or mischievous glances, although I’m not sure many people got close enough to notice. 

“You’re starring again doll,” He muttered, just loud enough to pull me from my thoughts. I smiled up at him and quickly reached up to pull the cigarette out from his lips, taking a long drag. “I can give ya your own ya know,” He smirked down at me, watching me with amusement in his eyes.

“But then how will I steal yours?” I laughed and he joined in, taking it back from me. He took one last puff before dropping it on the ground in front of Doc’s. 

The chimes on the door rang as we entered and I watched as the shop owner Valentina emerged from the back room. She sighed heavily when her eyes met Riff’s lean figure but her smile returned briefly when she noticed me next to him. 

“2 milkshakes,” Riff said, placing his arm around me. 

“Her I’ll serve,” Valentina scoffed, “but you? Forget it.” She waved Riff off with her hand, “You’ve been stealing from me since you were a boy, I don’t serve thieves.” The look she gave him was cold and I could feel Riff tense beside me and he narrowed his eyes at her. I watched as he opened his mouth to respond but I quickly cut him off. 

“I’m buying this time,” I said quickly, surprising all of us. I moved to the counter and placed my wallet down, “Here,” I handed her a $5 bill and gave her a smile, which she returned

“Gracias,” she happily took the money and placed it into the register, and put my change down on the counter. “You seem like a smart girl,” she smiled at me before glancing towards Riff, “You should be careful with who you choose as friends.”

“Alright, alright,” Riff groaned, walking up to the counter. “We ordered milkshakes, not a lecture.” He rolled his eyes and leaned against the counter. “So how’s about ya get to it!” He gave Valentina a sarcastic smile, earning himself a glare in return. 

“Riff,” I smacked his arm lightly and he looked at me confused and a little surprised. “Don’t talk to her that way.” He opened his mouth to speak only to close it again, unable to think of a response. Valentina raised her eyebrow, smirking slightly at his actions. She quickly made us our drinks and gave one last glare towards Riff before heading to the back room.

Picking up the two milkshakes from the counter, I couldn’t help but notice Riff’s expression change. His eyes were narrowed in a glare and his mouth was pressed in a firm line, he watched my every move like he was studying me. I did my best to ignore his intense gaze and took a seat at the small booth next to the jukebox. He slid into the seat across from me, his glare still cold.

“Did I do something?” I asked naively, doing my best to hide my nerves. He let out a dry laugh before having a sip of his milkshake.

“Ya know,” he leaned in across the table, like it was a secret. “People don’t really talk to me like that.” I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

“You can’t be serious.” Riff shrugged and leaned back in the booth. “Well, I’m not letting you talk to people like that,” I smiled back sweetly and had a sip of my milkshake. 

“Oh really?” He looked at me sternly and I just nodded back. The chimes on the door rang signaling someone entered the shop, stealing Riff’s attention. I watched as a smile spread across his face, “Hey Buddy Boy! Come join us!” I turned to see Action smiling back at the both of us. 

“Figured I’d find ya here,” He grabbed a chair from a nearby table and brought it over, sitting on it backwards.

“Were ya lookin’ for me?” Riff asked, taking another sip of his milkshake.

“Not you,” He replied with a smirk, “I was lookin’ for Maggie.” The confusion must have been written all over my face because he quickly continued, “Rhonda hasn’t stopped talkin’ about ya. Says I’m supposed to invite ya over for some sleepover with the girls.”

“Really?” My voice came out a little more excited than I wanted it to but Action just smiled back at me, nodding. “Okay, that could be fun.”

“I’ll tell her it’s a yes then,” He stood up quickly, “This Friday at Karen’s, Riff knows where it is.”

“Ya I’ll take ya there doll,” He started before turning his attention to Action, “We’ve got some business to take care of Friday night anyway.”

“Been looking forward to this all week!”

Action’s face lit up like a kid who was told they could have ice cream before dinner. “I can’t wait to see the looks on those Cobras faces when we show up.” 

“Cobras?” I asked, looking towards Riff, “you mean that gang?” My eyebrows were furrowed in concern. 

“Don’t worry doll,” Riff said casually, “it’s nothin’ really.” He shrugged at me before turning his attention back to Action. “Tell Rhonda she’ll be there by 8.” Action nodded and said a quick goodbye before running out of the shop. 

Once Action was out of sight, Riff’s demeanour from earlier returned. His eyes were fixed on mine, searching for something. I had no idea how I was supposed to respond, I had so many questions. What was happening on Friday? Who are the Cobras? Did they do something? What if it’s because of what happened with Jo? 

“It didn’t sound like nothing,” I mumbled into my milkshake, playing with the straw. 

“Ya well I say it is.” Riff leaned back into the booth further, glancing over at the jukebox beside us. 

“I’m supposed to just accept that?” I spoke harsher than I intended to and his eyes snapped back to look at me. Getting a new surge of confidence, I cleared my throat slightly and looked into his eyes.

“Well,” Riff started, “I can’t say I’ve ever had a dame wantin’ to know about that stuff.” My eyebrows raised at his words and I nodded slowly. 

“Well,” I said mocking his original tone, “I want to know if you’re going to be out doing something stupid.” He laughed in response and finished off his milkshake, nodding his head. 

“The less you know the better,” I opened my mouth to protest but was quickly cut off, “it’s for your protection babe, okay?” I nodded lowly taking in his words. Looking around briefly, Riff leaned in, lowering his voice. “We’re just goin’ to scare ‘em a little. They’ve been gettin’ a little too comfortable in our territory.”

“Is it because of what happened with Jo?” I blurted out louder than expected, earning a shush. 

“It’s a reason,” He replied, his voice just above a whisper, “Not the only one but a reason.” 

I continued to nod, unsure of what to say. I didn’t like the idea of The Jets and The Cobras but I also don’t want what happened to Jo to happen again. I think Riff could sense my hesitation because I suddenly felt his hand on top of mine, rubbing my fingers lightly. 

“Do ya trust me?” I looked up to see his big eyes looking at me, he gave me a soft smile.

“Yes.” The word left my lips before I had time to think, but the answer was definitely true. I only just met this man sitting across from me a few days ago, but yet I feel as though I’ve known him my whole life. His face lit up and he grinned from ear to ear. 

“Well good,” he stood up from the booth and offered me his hand, which I happily accepted. “Now maybe next time you’ll trust me to talk how I want.” My smile disappeared and Riff smirked down at me, “I got a reputation to uphold girly girl. How’s that look if my girl is tryin’ to keep me in line?” 

“Well someone has to,” I replied, earning a chuckle. “So you just want some dumb chick to swoon over everything you do?” I put my hands on my cheeks and began to speak in an overly feminine tone, “oh Riff, everyone treats you so terribly and you do absolutely nothing to deserve it!” 

“Alright, you made your point.” He pulled me close to his chest and kissed me quickly, “hows about ya just try not to make a big deal in front of other people and I’ll try not to cause any trouble when you’re around, copacetic?” 

“I'd rather you not cause trouble at all,” I mumbled more to myself than to him. He just shrugged in response. “Can I at least tell you off when we’re alone?”

“Girly, you can do whatever you want when we’re alone.” He winked down at me and I felt my cheeks turn red. 

We made our way back out onto the street to begin the walk home. Riff casually slipped his arm around my shoulder and placed a kiss on my forehead. I couldn’t hide my smile at his actions, he was very quickly becoming an important person to me. As happy as that made me, it scared me too. I trust Riff wholeheartedly, but I’ve been hurt before and I don’t usually let people in this easily. I could hear my Mama’s voice in my head again, Margaret if he’s open from the beginning, he’ll be open in the end. I think I need to learn more about this gang leader I’ve become so attached to. 

“What’s goin’ on in that pretty little head of yours?” Riff’s voice shook me from my thoughts. 

“I want to know everything about you.” I stopped walking and looked at him. He mirrored my movements and stared back at me.

“Let’s go back to your place and I’ll answer any question ya got.”

“Honestly?” 

“Yes. Honestly.”

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Do Over - Chapter 6

Masterlist Chapter 6: The Jets

A/N: This chapter took a little longer than expected, writer's block got the best of me. This chapter obviously includes The Jets, as well as their girlfriends. Please keep in mind that this is an AU that takes place after the events of West Side Story and uh yeah - hope ya dig it.

My grip on Riff’s hand tightened as we walked towards The Jets, they looked like a ragged group of boys each covered in dirt and bruises. Seeing them as a group feels much more threatening, they were still hollering back and forth not noticing us yet. I looked up to see Riff smiling, his eyes locked on his gang and his face was glowing with pride. His demeanour was helping me gain a little confidence, after all, I am with their leader and I don’t want to seem weak.

“Hey!” One of the boys yelled out, “would ya look who it is!”

“Hey Mouthpiece, don’t get all jealous now,” Another said with a laugh, elbowing the blonde in the ribs, earning a swift jab from Mouthpiece.

“Nothin’ happened,” He huffed in annoyance, “I’ve moved on, anotha’ day, anotha’ dame.” He pulled himself onto the flatbed of a truck that was parked in the area, sitting down sandwiched between two other Jets. A scoff caught my attention, coming from the other side of the truck. 

“You’re lucky I got you that date tomorrow Mouthpiece!” There stood three girls, one with her hands on her hips and the other two beside her. “Velma is the sweetest, if you mess this up it’s the last date I’ll find ya, I swear!” 

A tall boy quickly made his way over to her, draping his arm over her shoulders. He leaned in and quickly kissed her cheek, clearly, they were together. Seeing another couple definitely made me feel more comfortable. I wonder if those other girls are dating Jet boys too. 

“Alright,” Riff’s voice boomed out, shaking me from my thoughts. “That’s enough, let’s leave Mouthpiece alone for once, ya? Besides, we have a newcomer.” He looked down at me smiling, and I felt my eyes go wide and my cheeks turn red. “This is Margaret.” I locked eyes with him for a brief moment and he winked before turning his head back to the group. “She’s one of us now, got it?”

There was silence for a moment before a dark-haired boy stood up on the truck, letting out a holler which caused the others to follow suit. I couldn’t help but laugh at their response and look at Riff who was grinning from ear to ear. He let go of my hand momentarily and nodded to a member who tossed him two cans of beer, both he caught with ease. 

“See babe,” He opened a can and handed it to me before opening his own, “ain’t nothin' to worry about.” I hummed in agreement, taking a sip while taking in my surroundings some more. It was dark out, the only light was from the truck's headlights. Everyone was drinking and laughing around us, and all the fear I had vanished. I watched as the dark-haired boy grabbed one of the girls and made their way over to us.

“Hi,” the girl almost yelled before giggling and covering her mouth, “I’m Karen and this is Ice,” she gestured to the dark-haired boy, he nodded to me before turning to Riff. The two began talking about something that seemed serious but Karen was very distracting. “I’m so happy Riff finally found someone! He can be so…” she trailed off slightly, checking to see if the boys were listening. Seeing they were still deep in conversation, “well you know.” I looked at her confused, uh no I don’t know. She opened her mouth to finish speaking but Riff’s arm was back around my waist in moments, making her stop early.

Riff whisked me off to meet more members, I don’t know if I’ll remember all their names but I’ll definitely remember talking to Ice and Karen. I keep trying to fill in the blank of what she could have meant. 

Riff can be so moody. No. Riff can be so smug. Nope. Riff can be so loud. Wouldn’t be that. Riff can be so good at baking. Okay, now I’m feeling the alcohol. I was about 3 beers in, which is the most I had ever had - not that I was going to let anyone know that. 

“So Margaret,” The one I learned to be called Big Deal started to talk to me and I did my best to focus. “Where’d ya come from?” 

“California,” I nodded, finishing off the last of my beer, “My sister and I moved here a few weeks ago.”

“You never told me you moved from California,” Riff stared down at me in disbelief.

“You never asked!” I laughed out, making some of the others laugh with me. 

“What do ya even talk about? Ya don’t even know where she's from,” Big Deal smirked at Riff.

“Oh c’mon,” Diesel called out, “they ain’t talkin’!” The girl from earlier, Mamie, swatted at her boyfriend. A blush crept back onto my face as I looked down trying to avoid eye contact. Riff pulled me into his chest, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Watch it, buddy boy,” Riff called out, looking towards Diesel, his tone was teasing but there was definitely some seriousness to his words. “Don’t make me kick yer ass just for talkin’ ‘bout my girl.” My heart fluttered at his words and my body instantly relaxed into his hold, looking up at him with a slight smile. I tugged lightly on his shirt making him look down at me and quickly attached my lips to his. He pulled me closer, deepening the kiss, causing me to giggle lightly.

“Aww,” Rhonda cooed from where she sat next to Action, “How come you’re not like that with me?”

“Well, I don’t wanna jump yer bones in front of everyone,” Action smirked over at us, “like some people.”

“You tryin’ to be smart or somethin’?” Riff snapped his head to him, anger rising in his voice, making me jump slightly. 

“It’s a joke,” Action shook his head. 

“No, you’re a joke!” Riff retorted. In moments Action was on his feet, his expression dark. I watched as Rhonda did her best to talk him down. Riff smirked in response, clearly getting the reaction he wanted.

“You’re the one missin’ meetings for some chick,” Action said, his voice louder than before as he stared daggers at Riff and me I. Rhonda shook her head and gave me an apologetic look. I felt Riff’s body stiffen slightly before his grip on me was gone.

He coolly walked towards where Action was standing and pulled him by his shirt collar so they were now faced to face. He said something that I couldn’t make out, but maybe it’s better that way. Ice appeared next to Riff in moments, placing a hand on Action’s shoulder. 

I looked around to see the rest of The Jets were frozen in place, watching the 3 of them. My eyes found the one boy who was not paying attention, he looked much younger than the others and I immediately realized this must be Baby John. We made eye contact and he started to come toward me. 

“Sorry about all this,” he shrugged and nodded towards the others. “If it makes ya feel better, I’ve never seen Riff so protective about a girl,” he continued. His words did make me feel a little better and I gave him a soft smile. He extended his hand out to me, “Baby John.” 

“Margaret,” I replied, shaking his hand. Seeing him up close I could tell just how young he was. “Aren’t you in school?” 

A soft chuckle left his lips, “not anymore, I’m done with all that.” 

“Oh,” I nodded slightly at his words. “You look the same age as my sister, she’s 15.” 

Smiling back at me, “just turned 16 last week.” His words weren’t surprising but my face told a different story. He continued talking, “before ya go and give me some spiel about me just being a kid or whatever,” he ran a hand through his hair, “I’m not goin’ back, doesn’t matter what you or Riff say.” He crossed his arms over his chest and let out a huff. 

“Riff didn’t want you to leave school?” I raised an eyebrow at the tall boy, surprise evident in my voice. I watched as he gazed over at the Jet leader who was now laughing alongside Action, clearly forgetting their argument. 

“Yeah,” Baby John nodded, “keeps talkin’ about how I can still get out of here and do somethin’ with my life.” I nodded back taking in his words. “I’m set though! I’m a Jet and that’s good enough for me! I mean who would want anything else.” He shrugged his shoulders, smiling fondly at the group of gang members, “We’re Jets!” He proudly exclaimed. 

“The greatest!” Riff shouted back, looking over at the two of us before making his way across the lot to where we stood. “I see you’ve met our youngest member,” he playfully gave Baby John a shove before slipping his arm around my shoulders.

“Stop sayin’ that,” Baby John whined back, “it’s bad enough ya call me Baby John, I’m not that young!”

“I’m just teasing’ ya kid,” Riff shot him a wink before finishing off his can of beer and tossing it behind him without a care. Baby John rolled his eyes and walked off towards the others. “So, are ya still scared?” Riff looked down at me smiling. 

“Scared?” I asked back, smirking, “Nah, these guys don’t scare me at all.” We locked eyes, “well at least not when you’re with me.” He smiled down and I could feel butterflies in my stomach again looking up at him. I decided it could be fun to mess with him a little, “although, you never told me how attractive some of these guys are,” I watched as Riff raised an eyebrow at my words, “maybe I chose the wrong Jet.” I smirked up at him and watched as he threw his head back laughing. 

“I’d be careful, baby doll,” he leaned down to whisper in my ear, his breath making my neck hot. “I wouldn’t be talkin’ like that if I was you.” It was now his turn to smirk, “besides these guys can’t do what I do,” he winked and my face went hot again before I felt his lips on my neck. 

“Riff,” I moaned lowly, doing my best not to be too loud. He sucked my neck harshly and I gasped. I kept my eyes on the group we were with, no one seemed to notice us, they were all too busy talking. “Haven’t you had enough yet?” I looked up at him, smirk still present. 

“Of you?” He asked with a smile, “never!” I giggled at his words and felt his lips return to their original position on my neck. 

“I don’t want your friends thinking I'm floozy,” I said, pushing him slightly so he stopped kissing me. 

“Time to go then girly girl,” he responded looking over to the group. “Because there’s no way I’m done with you yet!” He said quietly so only I could hear before he let out a whistle, making everyone look in our direction. “Alright kids, we’re out of here.” 

Our goodbye was short and sweet with a few boos from the boys and waves from the girls. Riff dragged me by the hand behind him as he made his way back towards the road. We walked hand in hand for a few minutes, well Riff walked and I stumbled. 

“You alright baby?” He asked looking over at me, “you’re pretty wobbly,” he tried to hide his smile but I could tell he thought it was funny. 

“I’m great,” I almost yelled out, earning a snicker. “Your friends are fun!” 

“Are you drunk?”

“Who me?” I asked, pretending not to know what he was talking about. “No, I don’t even drink,” I smiled back before letting out a laugh of my own. 

“Well,” he began, “that explains all the stumblin’. It’s like yer walkin’ on ice, Bambi.” I giggled some more before yanking on his shirt, pulling him down to eye level. 

“You’re not what I expected.” 

“Neither are you, doll,” he gave me a quick peck, “I expected you to be able to hold your liquor a little better!” He laughed out and I playfully shoved him in response. 

We walked in silence for a few minutes, the night was peaceful despite the cars zooming by us. My mind was going a million miles a minute, replaying the night and the different conversations. 

“What did Karen mean?” I abruptly asked him. 

“Huh?” 

“Karen said you can be…” I paused looking up at him, his eyebrow raised in question. “You know.”

“Can’t say I do, babe,” He let out a soft sigh before looking ahead, “you’re going to have to tell me.” 

“That’s just it!” I exclaimed, stopping in my tracks, “she never told me!” Riff started to laugh and watched as my expression changed to one of annoyance. “It’s not funny! How can you be? She never told me, so you have to!” 

“Babe,” he sighed out, running a hand through his hair. “If I knew what you were talkin’ ‘bout I’d tell ya. But it looks like neither of us knows what she was goin’ on about and I can guarantee Karen was drunk.” He smirked back at me and all I could do was nod. 

“Well,” I started to walk again, “I’ll have to talk to Karen then.” Riff agreed silently and I started to think again. “Why did you want Baby John to stay in school?” It was now his turn to stop walking. 

“You think he shouldn’t go?”

“No, I think he should.” I responded looking back at him, “I guess I was surprised to hear you wanted him to stay.” He nodded but stayed silent for a moment, opening his mouth to speak before closing it again. 

“Why?” 

“I don’t know, aren’t you supposed to be some tough gang leader? I wouldn’t have thought you’d be pro-education.” My response made him smile and he shook his head. 

“The kids got a good head on his shoulders, he could use an education. Besides, I don't want him to end up in a ditch.” He looked off into the distance for a moment, a serious expression crossed his face. “That’s why he’s with us, if he’s a Jet I can keep an eye on him.” 

“That’s really sweet,” I said with tears welling up in my eyes. 

“Oh god,” he rolled his eyes looking down at home, “don’t start bein’ a girl about it. No cryin’!” He moved his hand up to brush a tear that was rolling down my cheek. 

“I can’t help it,” I croaked out, “you care about him and it’s so sweet.” He placed a gentle kiss on my lips and looked into my eyes for a moment. 

“Yeah, I care,” he mumbled out, “just don’t go blabbin’ about it to everyone.” He winked at me again and kissed my forehead. “We should get back, we don’t want Jo gettin’ home first now do we?” 

“Oh my god,” My eyes went wide, “Jo can’t see me drunk! She’s never seen me drunk!” I began to pace around him, “she hasn’t even seen me have a drink before.” 

“Alright, alright,” he said calmly, “we just gotta get ya home and sober ya up a bit.” 

“Right!” I exclaimed jumping up, “let’s go!” I took off running, but I didn’t get too far before I came tumbling down. Riff was at my side in seconds. 

“You alright?” He asked, concern written all over his face.

“Yeah,” I grunt, trying to pull myself back up. I hear Riff let out a light chuckle beside me and I shot him a glare. “Don’t make fun of me! I could be hurt!”

“Alright,” he raised his hands up in defence, “I’m sorry. Are ya hurt?”

“Nope, I’m good.”

“So, can I laugh at ya now?” He smirked down at me, his blue eyes sparkling. I rolled my eyes at him causing him to laugh back at me. I tried my best not to smile but failed miserably, his laugh could always make me smile.

We arrived back at the apartment shortly, stumbling through the doorway. As soon as I got inside, I made a mad dash to the bathroom. I felt sick. My head was over the toilet in seconds, why oh why did I drink tonight?

“I brought you water,” Riff said from the door, placing a glass down next to the sink. 

“Go away,” I groaned out, not wanting him to see me this way. He sat down beside me on the floor instead, I did my best to look at him. He looked dishevelled, more so than usual. His brown hair was messy and his cheeks looked flushed, his lips were pressed in a line and he was staring at me, expectantly. “I don’t want you to see me like this.”

A smile flashed across his face briefly, “I’ve seen worse.” I sighed at his words, my nausea fading slightly. I did my best to sit up and Riff grabbed the water, passing it to me. The front door sound made me groan, we made eye contact and he stood up, “I’ll go, just drink that.” He was gone before I had the chance to protest, I had a sip and did my best to listen in.

“Where’s Maggie?” I could hear Jo ask from the other side of the door.

“Bathroom, she’s sick.”

“Sick? Is she okay?” I could hear the worry in her voice, “Maggie,” She called out, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll be okay,” I yelled back before taking another sip of the water. My voice came out sounding weak and I could hear talking again. Not wanting to miss out, I pulled myself up off the floor and washed my face in the sink. I walked out of the bathroom to hear Riff explaining why I was sick.

“So, uh ya, I’m not a good cook,” He trailed off rubbing the back of his neck, we made eye contact and he smiled, “how ya doin’?”

“Better,” I nodded. “I think I need to lay down though.”

“That’s a good idea,” Jo stated, “It’s pretty late.” She looked over to Riff, “I’m assuming you’re staying again?” My eyes went wide at her statement and I watched Riff’s mouth open and then close. Turning her attention back to me, Jo smirked, “What? I’m not an idiot.” She laughed lightly, saying her goodnights before going to her room. Riff and I looked at each other and both started laughing before I stopped abruptly. 

“Riff,” I said, panicking slightly, “What if she heard us? Oh my god.” The thought of my younger sister hearing me have sex was almost enough to make me run back to the bathroom. 

“Hey, hey,” he said, moving closer and engulfing me in a bear hug, “It’s no big deal, we’ll try to be quiet next time, ya?” I felt him kiss the top of my head. My stomach did a flip at the mention of a next time and my mind began to wander before I could stop it. I looked up at him and planted a heated kiss on his lips, he met my passion equally before pulling back. 

“I don’t know if that will work,” I said, looking up at him through my eyelashes, “It’s hard for me to stay quiet with you.”

“Don’t worry babe,” he smirked, “I’ll make sure she doesn’t hear you screaming for me.” He winked before peppering my neck with kisses. I moaned softly and he stopped immediately and turned around walking away, making me pout back at him. 

“Where are you going?”

“Well,” Riff sighed, “I’m going to get you more water, and you’re going to lay down.” He turned me around to face the hallway, giving me a light push towards my bedroom. 

“I have to lay down alone?”

“Only for a little,” he chuckled lightly while I continued to pout. “I’ll be in there soon, don’t worry baby. There’s no way I can stay out, even if I wanted to.”

His words made me smile and I walked off to my room. I flopped down on my bed, not bothering to take my clothes off, and fell asleep almost instantly. I was woken up a few minutes later to the sound of Riff going through my drawers. 

“Hey,” I said, making him jump in surprise, “what are you looking for?” 

“Your pyjamas.” He responded. I directed him to my wardrobe and he pulled out a red nightgown and tossed it on the bed next to me. I quickly replaced my clothes with the PJs and slid under the covers. I watched as Riff made his way around to the other side of the bed, taking off his shirt and pants, leaving him in only his boxers. He slid in and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. “Goodnight doll,” I heard him mumble into my hair. 

I could get used to falling asleep like this.

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Okay so I know I said the next chapter will be this weekend but writers block is real. Hopefully it will be done this week!

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Please please please tell me you're posting Chapter 6 soon! I've been rereading and I'm obsessed, you write Riff so well!

Also your smut is priiiiiiiiiime

AW thank you! Yes, I am working on the chapter, hopefully, it will be up this weekend! I get so excited when people tell me what they think lol My inbox is still growing and I promise I'm workin' on it! Work has been crazy so hopefully there will be more content this weekend!

#thanks anon!

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Drunk Mike? yes? no? maybe? please?!

Here you go! Sorry, it's not very long - I'm trying my best to get through all these requests!

#mike faist x reader #smut #requests open