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Riven x Musa + sexual favors
(Anonymous) 2023-02-11 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Riven x Musa + sexual favors 1/2
(Anonymous) 2023-02-18 05:16 am (UTC)(link)“Hey,” she mumbles, sliding onto the bench across from him without meeting his stare, and Riven narrows his eyes in suspicion.
“I think you’re lost, red flag.”
Musa looks up at him then, her face flushed. He flicks his eyes over her, partly to annoy her and partly because he wants to see what ridiculous outfit she’s wearing. He can admire the way Musa doesn’t seem to give a fuck what anyone thinks of her clothing as long as it pleases her, but sometimes even he wonders what she was thinking. Today it’s a form-fitting pale pink cropped top and burgundy leggings, a pair of headphones slung around her neck and her hair twisted up in some kind of braid before each side falls free down her back. Not bad, actually. Not bad at all.
“Quit checking me out, degenerate. I need to ask you something.”
She wrinkles her nose at him, and he bites back a retort. He is curious, actually. The last time he and Musa spoke was just a few days ago, and he’d flirted with her a little, teased her about having good moves for a mind fairy. She mentioned being a dancer, and there had been a delightful moment where he’d raked his eyes down her figure in appreciation. And then she had to go and ruin it, getting into his head. He didn’t like that, but he’d liked even less the way she’d looked at him then, something akin to understanding in her eyes when she accused him of hating it at Alfea. She wasn’t wrong, of course, but the last thing Riven wants is someone who tries to get him.
“Well spit it out then, little fairy. I haven’t got all day.”
She takes a deep breath, and her words come out in a rush. “I know you said they won’t care what I want, but I can’t just be stuck on the sidelines. I won’t.” Her eyes burn with a sudden intensity. “I want to learn how to fight. And I want you to teach me.”
He laughs, genuinely amused. Musa is tenacious, he’ll give her that. When he gets his breath back, he shakes his head, a little intrigued despite himself. “You’re cute, and I won’t deny you’ve got potential, but I’m no teacher. And even if I were, I don’t have time for you.” He stands up and hefts his bag onto his shoulder, collecting his trash onto his tray as he gives her a last once-over to determine how she’s taking his rejection. She looks disappointed, and he feels a stab - a very, very tiny one - of remorse. “You’re better off, you know. On the sidelines. Less death that way.”
She gets to her feet too and steps closer to him. She doesn’t look away, her expression practically oozing sincerity. “I’m serious, Riven. What’s it going to take to get you to agree?”
There’s no stopping the suggestive grin that spreads over his mouth, and he leans forward on the balls of his feet, getting right into her personal space. “I don’t think your boyfriend would appreciate your line of questioning, sweetheart, but any time you wanna drop to your knees for me, I’m not gonna say no.”
He refuses to regret the aggressively sexual remark. It’s what people have come to expect, and there’s a part of him that wants to push Musa away for good; mind fairies are dangerous enough anyway, and this one has big brown eyes that see more than they should and a stupid boyfriend he dislikes on principle. He can think of a hundred reasons they’re both better off keeping their distance.
But when he sneaks a peek at her face, she doesn’t look like she’s going to strangle him for his verbal harassment, and he doesn’t know what to make of that. So he tightens his grip on his tray and stalks towards the recycling area without another word, making up his mind to try to get that second dessert even if it earns him another lecture from Silva.
*
It’s late by the time he gets a shower and changes into a clean pair of shorts. Sky texts, asking Riven to cover for him if anything comes up, and it’s kind of nice, having the room to himself for a change. Sky tends to want conversation, and usually he’s happy to oblige him but tonight Riven prefers solitude. He pulls up a playlist, sets it a little low for background noise and then he turns off every light except the one on his nightstand. The thick wedge of apple pie Doris cut for him is in the mini fridge, and he better eat it before Sky returns and wants some. He hates cold pie though, so he leaves it on his nightstand to warm up and flops onto his bed, grabbing the heavy botany book shoved under his mattress to settle in with. A soft knock interrupts him about thirty pages into his next chapter about ferns and he scowls, annoyed that the diploid sporophyte life cycle diagram he’s studying has to be put down rather than put to memory.
The clock above the door shows it’s already past curfew, so Riven opens the door carefully to avoid a squeak from the hinges. He’s shocked to see Musa standing on the other side and before he can think better of it he reaches for her shoulder and yanks her inside, closing the door just as carefully behind her before he locks it so no one can come in and find her where she shouldn’t be.
“What the hell, Musa! You trying to earn a month of detention, sneaking into the specialist’s dorms after curfew?”
She has the audacity to be exasperated. “Mind fairy, remember? I can sense anyone coming down the halls, so getting caught isn’t a problem.”
“Right, right,” he mutters, suddenly remembering to release her shoulder from his grasp. He steps farther away from her, closer to his side of the room, aware that his botany book is laid out on his comforter for anyone to see. Hopefully she won’t notice it in the dim light. “What exactly are you doing here?”
Musa darts her eyes around the room, blatant curiosity in her gaze. “So you’re alone then?”
He chuckles and waves his hand around. “You’re lucky I am. If Beatrix were here she’d report you so fast your head would spin.”
She shrugs like that doesn’t matter. “I had a plan, just in case. I already knew Sky would be gone. I saw him sneak outside earlier, something to do with Stella since she’s not in her room either. If anyone else were here with you, I was just going to act stressed and worried, pretending I was looking for her here.”
“Not a bad plan,” he pauses, waits for the smug grin that he knows will grace her lips, and when it does he pounces. “Not a good one either.”
“Shut up, it could have worked.”
It might’ve, but then again she might not know just how much of a cruel streak Bea can sometimes show. Riven walks back towards his bed, sits down on the edge and blocks the view of the book behind him, watching her cautiously. He picks up his plate, stabs the pie with his fork and takes a big bite, appreciating how she looks annoyed with him as he deliberately smacks his lips and makes a show of brushing off stray crumbs from his bare chest.
“So, Musa,” he draws out her name when he finally finishes chewing. “What exactly are you doing here?”
“I told you. I’m serious about learning to fight.”
“I guess maybe you are, if you’re willing to risk detention for it. But I told you - I’m no teacher. So you’ve come to the wrong place. Go ask someone else.”
Musa shrugs again, and he takes a moment to appreciate the black tank top and soft gray shorts she’s wearing. She might be braver than he gave her credit for, walking around the halls of Alfea past curfew and in her fucking pajamas and fuzzy socks.
“I don’t want someone else. I’ve seen you fight. You don’t need me to tell you how amazing your technique is because you already know. But anyone here could teach me that. I want you to teach me because you know how to win, and you understand how to use your opponent's strengths against them. I want you to show me how to do that.”
Alright, so maybe he’s a little flattered by her pretty speech, and there’s no harm in her knowing it. “Usually I prefer my praise kink with a lot less clothes on, but I can’t deny that felt good. Still, a bit of flattery isn’t enough to convince me, so I’m afraid you’re wasting both our time.”
“I’m not offering just flattery, Riven.”
He raises his eyebrow at her insistence. Maybe he’s also underestimated how much she wants this. How much she wants this from him. “That so? Just what are you offering then?”
She walks across the room until she’s standing right in front of him and he has to crane his neck to look up at her. Her hair is the same as it was earlier, braids pulling back from her face and then let loose to fall down past her shoulders. This close and in the lamplight he can see a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose, scattering along the tops of her cheeks and then not appearing again until the curve of her shoulders. It feels like an intimate thing to know about her, yet he finds himself hardly able to look away.
“Did you mean it before, what you said?” Musa’s voice is hopeful, but for the life of him he has no idea what she’s talking about.
She must read the confusion on his face, because she makes it easy for him to remember. Musa moves even closer before she lowers herself before him, her head practically level with his thighs, and it all floods back.
“I’m on my knees for you. Are you going to say no?”
Re: Riven x Musa + sexual favors 2/2
(Anonymous) 2023-02-18 05:19 am (UTC)(link)She shakes her head adamantly and looks up at him, and it’s so hot Riven clenches his fists into the blanket. “This isn’t a game for me. If this is what gets you to agree, then this is what I’m gonna do.”
“You have a fucking boyfriend, Musa! Or have you forgotten about that?”
“I haven’t forgotten. He has nothing to do with this.”
“Right,” Riven scoffs. “I’m sure he won’t mind at all that you’re willing to suck my dick.”
Musa places the palms of her hands just above his knees, one on each leg, and gives him a short little squeeze, as if she’s demanding his attention. Which is fucking insane, considering he wouldn’t notice if Silva suddenly burst into the room wearing a clown suit.
“Since you seem so concerned about it, Sam doesn’t want me to learn to fight. He thinks it’s perfectly reasonable for me to stay on the support team. But that’s not what I want, and Sam doesn’t get to tell me how to live my life. We haven’t discussed exclusivity so I’m not breaking a promise. Anyway, you don’t get to talk. You have a girlfriend and a boyfriend, and yet you aren’t pushing me away.”
She’s right, damn her, but when all is said and done, he hasn’t made any promises to Beatrix about exclusivity either, and whatever the fuck the three of them are doing, he certainly doesn’t consider Dane his boyfriend. He’s been clear about that from the start. Maybe the lack of any promises on his part is a simple technicality, but Riven doesn’t doubt for a second that Beatrix wouldn’t fuck someone who caught her eye or who could give her something she wanted. And maybe it’s the same for him, because looking down at Musa so daintily perched between his legs, he’d just be fooling himself if he denied she was something he wanted, even if he already knows she’s the kind of trouble he should avoid.
He reaches out his hand, cups her chin and tilts it up until their eyes lock. “Why don’t you make this real clear for me, red flag. What exactly are you offering to get me to train you?”
“You give me a training session - a real one, not some half-ass version, and I’ll give you an agreed-upon sexual favor. We continue as long as it stays mutually beneficial. Pretty much your standard tit-for-tat arrangement.”
Riven grins at her wording, unable to help it, and it feels good when she smiles back. The outcome she so obviously wanted was probably set the moment she went to her knees for him - or fuck, maybe even the moment he opened his door and yanked her inside his room - but he can’t really regret deciding to give in to her, not when his dick has been half-hard ever since he truly understood what she was offering up on a silver platter.
He keeps her chin tucked into his palm and rubs his thumb back and forth across her bottom lip, enjoying the way her eyes flutter shut at the caress. It occurs to him that maybe this isn’t going to be a hardship for either of them. “I think your terms are gonna suit, but how about we also agree on an addendum where both of us keep this arrangement as our little secret.”
Musa nods a few times, her eyes lazily blinking open to regard him. “I knew I could convince you.”
Her tongue darts against his thumb when she speaks and it feels as if a million little nerve endings hidden there suddenly flare to life. “You offered me something I can’t refuse.”
“That’s what I was counting on.”
The smug grin is back, bringing with it the urge to kiss it off her face. Riven wonders what she’d do if he leaned down and captured her lips with his, spends a few moments considering it while he stares down at her. Ultimately he rejects the idea. Better to keep this almost professional, if for no other reason than the sake of his sanity. Mind fairies are dangerous, that’s just a given. But this one…this one could ruin him.
His mind made up, he pulls his hand away from her and sits straighter on the bed, deciding he imagines the flicker of disappointment in her eyes. “Right then, did you want to get started now, or should we create some kind of a schedule?”
Musa clears her throat quietly, and her palms lift up and drift down to her own knees, leaving his skin to cool without her soft warmth. “Um, now, I guess? And maybe we could do a lesson on Wednesday morning before breakfast? It would mean getting up early but I know you start class later that day.”
It shouldn’t come as a surprise that she knows his schedule but he likes the knowledge all the same. He does hate getting up early but she’s right about it being a good time for him. Plus there’s no doubt she’s going to make it worth his while.
“Yeah, that will work. Six A.M. in the field by the barrier good for you?” It’s the farthest away from any prying eyes, and even the track will be deserted that early.
“Mmm-hmm, I can do that.” She tugs at the edge of her bottom lip with her teeth, appearing hesitant for the first time since he saw her in the hallway. “Do you - do you know what you want?”
Riven’s mind is overloaded with possibilities; the things he wants to do to her and make her do to him are too numerous to count. He wants to get her naked and he wants to fuck her up against the door and bend her over his desk and find out if she likes things slow or rough and if she’ll beg him or if she’s loud and he wants to learn the taste of her skin and the scent of her arousal but most of all, more than anything, he wants to know that she wants this as much as he does.
“Why don’t we start with what we’re already working with.” He gestures to her position between his legs. It’s an understatement to say he likes her there, that he likes knowing she’s willingly on her knees for him. “I want you to give me a blowjob, and I don’t want you to stop until you’ve made me come and swallowed every drop.”
He’s glad he hadn’t turned his music up too high - otherwise he would miss the way Musa’s breath catches at his request, her pupils widening in what he wants to believe is desire but might in fact be a burst of trepidation. It’s not enough to dissuade him, and anyway, she’ll learn soon enough that he has no intention of causing her pain.
“Alright, I agree to that.”
It seems like it takes an age for her to say it, but probably it was only a few seconds of wavering on her part. His eagerness is pushing his patience to its limit.
“Have at it then, Musa. Suck my cock and show me how much you want me to teach you to fight.” Riven hooks his fingers into the waistband of his shorts and shoves them down past his hips. Musa takes over once they get to his thighs, her fingers trembling as she tugs them over his knees and he lifts his feet out of them. They fall from her grasp onto the floor and he’s naked underneath, his cock well on the way to being fully erect.
Her head is tilted down just enough so he can’t see her eyes as she takes in the sight of him, but he can feel the weight of her stare and he swells further, jutting his hips closer to the edge of the bed as he spreads his knees wider. Musa scoots in closer to him and her breath is hot against the cool skin of his inner thighs. Not knowing just how she’ll begin is stimulating just as much as it’s excruciating, his entire body feeling taut, throbbing with anticipation. Musa draws it out, either deliberate or accidental, and a sigh of relief escapes him when her small hand wraps around his shaft with a tentative squeeze. Maybe the sound he makes reassures her, or maybe it’s her own confidence buoying her, because after that her fingers are more self-assured, her other hand coming up to cup his balls. It’s ridiculous, how fucking much he likes such a simple touch, and he’s barely managing to keep his breathing steady when she leans in closer and sucks the mushroom head of his dick into her mouth, her hand still curled around him squeezing just a little tighter, and the pressure on his balls increasing too.
“Fuck, fuck, yes,” he grunts, his hips thrusting the slightest bit and his right hand tangling in the braid along the side of her head. He tightens his fingers in the silky strands, uses his grip to urge her to take him deeper. She hums in the back of her throat, like he’s surprised her, and he does it again because it feels amazing, and this time she opens to him, allowing his cock to penetrate her mouth further.
“That’s good, little fairy, suck me in just like that, work me up.”
Musa bobs her head up and down, finding a steady rhythm that works for her and using her lips and fingers in tandem. It’s good, really good, and he likes the way her nipples are hard beneath the fabric of her tank top, likes to think this is turning her on just as much as it is him.
Between the wet heat of her mouth and the precum that’s leaking from his tip, her fingers glide over his shaft effortlessly and he loses himself to sensation, to the swirl of Musa’s tongue and the stroke of her hands. He keeps his hand tangled in her hair, keeps up a continual tension when she backs off his dick, never letting her get too far. Already her mouth feels addictive, like he’s going to crave it as much as he craves a good sparring session that wears him out and leaves him exhausted but satisfied. The thought unsettles him and he brings his other hand up to her cheek, urging her chin up.
“Look at me, Musa. I want your eyes on mine while you suck me.” Her eyes fly up as she looks up at him from under her lashes just like he instructs and he’d swear there was a crackle of electricity between them. The way she instantly obeys him is something he’s going to think more about later. “You’re doing so good. You like sucking my cock, don’t you?”
She makes a little hum of assent in her throat and the constant eye contact is driving him faster to the edge. He can see her shifting her body weight on her knees, rubbing her thighs together like she yearns for friction and it’s all the evidence he needs to understand this blowjob is getting her aroused. He slides both hands into her hair and forces the angle of her head higher, and Musa scoots forward, her forehead getting closer to his stomach, one of her hands coming to brace itself on his thigh for balance.
“I want to fuck your face. Want you to take me deep and make me come. Will you let me do that, Musa, let me take what I want?”
Her rhythm falters a little but her eyes stay on his and then he can feel it - she loosens her jaw for him, lowers both her palms onto her own thighs, and it feels like the very best kind of victory as he uses the hold on her head to pull her gently but firmly down until her nose almost touches his abs.
“Such a good girl for me, showing me how much you want your reward.” He holds her there until he starts to feel her stiffen, her breathing coming quicker through her nose as he pushes into her throat. And then he does it again and again, pushing himself deeper every time, careful not to hurt her. “Oh, that’s so fucking good, so perfect. Can feel you taking me so deep. Swallow everything I give you. Gonna fuck so much come into your belly, yeah that’s it…”
His words start to trail off as he feels his balls tighten, his whole body tensing in one incredible wave as his cock starts to twitch. He has to fight not to close his eyes with the bliss of his orgasm as he shudders and groans, because there’s no fucking way he’s going to miss this. Riven’s fingers tug harder in Musa’s hair but he can’t help himself and she lets him do it, her eyes still on his so he gets to see the way they widen as he begins to fill up her mouth. Her hands dart back up to his thighs like she needs something to ground her and suddenly he knows, just from the way she’s trying so hard not to gag that she’s never swallowed before. The realization knocks the breath from him, makes his knees weak, and he’d swear it extends his ejaculation because he keeps pulsing between her lips in a prolonged stream that utterly drains him. Eventually his dick is empty and he shifts his hips backwards onto the bed, his weight held on his elbows as Musa releases him from between her lips, her mouth shiny and glistening. Her face is flushed and so is her upper chest, and if their situation was any different, he’d pull her up beside him and roll her under him so he could kiss the taste of himself from her lips. And then he’d probably return the favor until she’d come at least twice.
But it isn’t different, and it’s for the best to keep it that way.
Her beautiful eyes still watch him carefully but he stays quiet, waiting to see what she’ll do. Musa keeps herself on her knees even though he’s certain they must be aching by now and it occurs to him that she might be waiting for permission. Unbelievably, his dick actually stirs at the thought but he ignores it in favor of giving her consent to move.
“Get up and sit on the side of the bed, Musa. Carefully, since you’re going to be stiff.”
She winces as she gets to her feet and then she’s next to him, perched on the edge of the mattress and gingerly stretching out her legs, lifting them one by one and shaking the kinks out. He watches her from the corner of his eyes and decides that he’s going to call her out on his suspicions. He wants to know if she’ll be honest with him.
“You’ve never swallowed before.” Riven doesn’t phrase it like a question, because he already knows it’s true.
Musa drops her eyes to the bedspread, and the fingers of her right hand start to fiddle with the hem of her tank top. “Well, I…no.” She risks a quick glance at him and looks away again. “I’ve given blowjobs before but they were more like foreplay. Not…finishing.”
It’s kind of adorable, the way she’s flustered and almost shy after what they were just doing. Riven wonders just how many blowjobs she’s given. He’d bet not a lot. He may not know her that well, but present arrangement excluded, Musa doesn’t seem the type to sleep around.
“It was hot,” he says, telling himself that he’s not reassuring her so much as he’s being honest in return. Tit-for-tat, after all.
The pink of her cheeks intensifies and as much as he’s tempted to tease her, he reminds himself once again that it’s best to keep things transactional.
He sits up, bends easily down to the floor and picks up his shorts, tugging them back up his legs before he turns to look at her. “So I’ll see you on Wednesday then.”
She gets the message, getting to her feet with only a slight grimace. Her nipples are still hard and her hair is a tangled snarl down her back, the braids no longer nearly as tidy as when she arrived. He feels rather smug about how he’s made her a mess.
“Yeah, I’ll see you on Wednesday.”
They both walk towards the door and he reaches around her to unlock it and swing it open. She’s almost through it when he plants his hand on the doorway, preventing her from stepping into the hallway. Musa looks up at him, curious. He leans in slightly, just enough for her to notice what he’s doing, and he keeps his voice down, just in case the halls aren’t as deserted as they should be.
“Next time you’ll be naked.”
The shocked little gasp she makes before she scowls at him is exactly the reaction he wanted, and he also likes it when she shoves his arm out of her way so she can push past him. Yeah, she’s tenacious alright.
Riven shuts the door behind her, a slight grin on his face. The thing is, she’s not the only one. Their arrangement has already made one thing clear to him.
He wants more of her firsts.
Re: Riven x Musa + sexual favors 2/2
(Anonymous) 2023-02-21 02:30 am (UTC)(link)Re: Riven x Musa + sexual favors 2/2
(Anonymous) 2023-02-22 02:11 am (UTC)(link)