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Riven x Musa + Sam watching (TW:non-con voyeurism)
(Anonymous) 2023-02-11 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)Bonus points if Riven knows he's there and rubs it in.
Re: Riven x Musa + Sam watching (TW:non-con voyeurism)
(Anonymous) 2023-02-13 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)He had a bruise on his temple and bandage around his arm and he probably shouldn’t be holding Musa’s weight considering how bad his shoulder hurt. He was sure, if he looked at his arse, he would find the boot footprint of the Solarian Guard soldier who had come as a guest to that day’s training.
He hadn’t smoked in the entire day and he was in no rush to go back to the dorm after snapping to Sky earlier.
Musa was his only salvation, and salvation came in muffled moans against his neck, small hands in his hair and wet heat swallowing his fingers.
The dark knot in his throat that had been growing in size through the day was thankfully loosening with each breath Musa took from his lips. She filled his arms, legs around his hips, socks up to her thighs, shorts somewhere on the floor; top pulled up and sports bra pulled down, framing her breasts at the perfect heigh for his mouth to devour her.
It had been long since he had seen her in shorts and socks, he had missed it — even if he loved to see her wearing clothes like a second skin, too. He loved her in anything, he was starting to realise.
A bolt of pain shot through his shoulder and he pressed Musa harder against the stone of the column with his body in case his arm failed him. He was eyeing the tables near them, searching for free space, when he saw a shadow move outside the glass doors.
He wrapped his arms around Musa to hide her in case there was trouble coming. It was a cloudy night nearing the new moon and the greenhouse was as dark as they could have wished for but they still chose a place far away from the main entrance so they could have a chance if someone happened to pass by. Which shouldn’t happen.
Riven was cursing their terrible luck and his absolute shit of a day when a body came through the closed door, materialising out of glass and wood. He clenched his jaw harshly. Of course his day had to get worse while there was still time before midnight, of course today had to be the day Sam Harvey came back to Alfea.
Musa’s hips twisted on their own when his fingers faltered in their movements, whining in his ear, biting his lobe. He deepened his thrusts to make up for it and kissed along the side of her face.
He saw the moment Sam realised he was not alone in the greenhouse, because their glances crossed paths. He couldn’t make out his features but he watched as his shadow startled and stared at him for a moment before he shook his head in something that felt like disdain and turned away.
And Riven would have erased the image from his mind and drowned himself in Musa any other time. He would have.
But he had had a really bad day. And just watching his gait in the dark was enough for all the somber anger of the day to surge up. His mind did a mess of his thoughts and his emotions and his fingers worked in Musa’s centre in sync with vicious memories.
A thrust for every time Terra had come to him cursing Sam’s name, for every time he had seen him look innocent after stirring some shit, for that time he had tried to give him lessons about the greenhouse as if he was some idiot his sister put up with, for the face Musa had made when they had told her he was coming back.
The thought that the best thing in Riven’s life had made him happy before, had been in his arms, had made him come, burned wildly in the deepest part of his chest.
Fuck him.
He cupped Musa’s nape and gently pulled her head away from the hollow of his neck. He held her jaw and pressed his forehead to the side of her throat to keep her head up.
“Don’t be shy, love,” he whispered, pressing her clit the way he knew she liked. “You can be as loud as you want.”
She moaned louder without objection, the sounds reverberating through plants and traveling across the space of the large room.
He lifted his eyes over Musa’s shoulder to see Sam’s silhouette stop dead in his tracks and slowly turn around, hesitation painting his shadow.
Riven couldn’t stop the euphoric rush dashing through his veins, an exhilarating grin on his lips he had no intention of hiding.
Trying to stop being an asshole had its relapses too, right?
He kissed a path across Musa’s breasts before tugging her top down to cover them and braced himself for the fire burning in his shoulder as he held her away from the column and walked them towards a table.
A better view for their audience, to see her buns of hair bouncing in case Sam was doubting his hearing.
Setting her back on the surface, he perched her arse on the edge and pressed their hips together. Her dripping cunt over the open fly of his pants, heat bleeding into him. He leaned down, chest to chest, and kissed her, tongue tasting sweetness inside her mouth.
She wrung her hands between them to pull down his clothes and press his cock to her entrance, and he slipped inside in a movement that felt like second nature with her, supporting his hands on her waist as a groan escaped his lips.
The feeling of her made him forget about Sam, but he still saw him when his eyes opened. He didn’t seem to have moved at all, standing there as if frozen.
He wanted to watch? Riven would him a show.
Keeping his thrusts shallow to drag her along the edge of her pleasure, he held her in place with one hand, letting the other bury in her hair, toying with her buns, watching them jump with every shove.
“Who can make you come like this?” he asked, ragged breaths warming the skin under her chin, licking the column of her throat. “Tell me.”
Her heartbeat drummed under his tongue, her hands ran paths of scratches up his back and clawed at his scalp; tugged on his hair with the exact strength that would make a thrill run down to his cock.
“You,” she gasped, sinking her heels on his lower back and moving with him. “You, you, you,” she chanted with each thrust, eyes shining purple erratically. “Only you.”
Moans intertwining with sobs, mixing with “so good”, “please”, “more”. Her words filling the space, her sounds surrounding him, and the presence of that immobile shadow at the edge of his field of view sending a rush of the most perfect high straight through his bloodstream.
His hips buckled forwards with a sudden urge escaping his control and Musa cried his name, making everything sweeter.
Sam turned away from them suddenly, like snapping out of trance, but Riven wanted him to know one more thing.
“Are you mine, love?”
The thumb in her jaw coaxed her mouth open and travelled down to press over the muscles straining in her neck, joining his mouth sucking on her skin.
“Yours.” And, for the first time that day, he was lucky; lucky enough to turn the end of that word into a loud moan and feel her body trembling under him, back arching and walls tightening around his cock as Sam disappeared inside the door.
Only when he was sure there was no shadow at the other side of the door nor it was coming back did he rest his forehead against her temple and bathed her in messy, open-mouthed kisses. A fervent feeling that had been repressed under Sam’s watch poured out and enlarged his heart inside his ribcage.
Looking at her — a sight of flushed cheeks, sweaty skin and pleasure filled eyes — he banished every thought that wasn’t her, every feeling that wasn’t her coming around him.
He thrusted faster, hands sneaking under her top and feeling the soft skin of her breasts bouncing against his fingertips.
“You’re perfect,” escaped him in between moans.
White light blinded his mind, scorching any trace of Sam or pain or any moment from that day. The only feelings remaining inside him were pleasure, calmness, dreamy devotion and something of Musa’s, warm and soothing.
She hugged him, resting her shaky arms on him to trap him while her fingertips drew senseless figures on his back.
He whispered in her ear and talked to her while they came down from their high, rocking her with his hips and running his fingers through her hair. His nose rubbed the side of hers, holding onto her for as long as he could before they had to come back.
“I’m yours, too.”
Re: Riven x Musa + Sam watching (TW:non-con voyeurism)
(Anonymous) 2023-02-14 07:08 am (UTC)(link)This is fucking amazing!!
Re: Riven x Musa + Sam watching (TW:non-con voyeurism)
(Anonymous) 2023-02-14 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)