Riley tops and facializes Chen
After breakfast chaos and a soft, peaceful day, Chen slips away to the bedroom first—low lights, warm blankets, the house hushed as Kaori and June bicker over a movie in the living room.
Riley peeks in shyly, hair slightly mussed from a nap, soft tank top draping off one narrow shoulder. Their eyes flick to Chen’s—they know exactly what Chen wants without a word.
They close the door gently behind them. Their voice: soft, a tiny tremble of confidence.
“You want me on top tonight…? You sure…?”
Chen nods—no games, no push. Just trust. Riley’s soft smile melts into a shy, wicked grin.
“Good. I… want it too. So much.”
Riley climbs onto the bed over Chen, straddling their waist gently. Their soft, flat chest rises and falls faster as they tug Chen’s shirt up, peppering little cute kisses down their throat. One delicate palm cups Chen’s nipple, thumb brushing slow circles—exactly how Chen loves it.
“So pretty under me… always so pretty…”
They line themself up carefully—their cock already flushed, thick, and so obviously heavy tonight. Riley guides Chen’s legs up, whispering shy filth in their ear as they slide inside slow—inch by delicious inch—until Chen gasps for them.
Riley shudders at the feeling, kisses Chen open-mouthed and deep, then starts to move—gentle at first, then finding that sweet, firm pace that always makes Chen tremble.
Riley braces on their forearms, soft groans slipping past Chen’s ear with each thrust. Chen can feel how much Riley holds back—how careful Riley is not to break them too fast.
Chen tugs Riley’s hair, whisper against their flushed cheek:
“Don’t hold back. Please. I want it all—I want you.”
Riley moans Chen’s name, voice cracking:
“Oh—oh Chen… Fuck… You’re gonna get it, pretty thing—I’m gonna cover your face with all my cum, every last drop of it—just keep looking at me, baby…”
They fuck Chen just rough enough now, pace messier, nipples grazed by their chest with each grind. The two kiss sloppy, lost in the wet heat.
When Riley feels Chen clenches up too tight, Riley pulls out fast—they know exactly what Chen craves next.
Riley pushes them gently back, straddling their collarbone, one hand tangled in their hair. Riley starts stroking their thick, twitching, flushed shaft inches from Chen’s mouth.
Chen looks up, eyes pleading—and that alone shatters Riley’s shyness.
“Keep your eyes open—all of it—yes, Chen, I’m giving you all of it…”
Their hips jerk once, twice—a breathless, high gasp—and then it hits: hot, heavy ropes painting Chen’s flushed cheeks, open lips, tongue, everywhere—more than Chen expected. Thick spurts spill over their chin and drip into the hollow of their throat.
Riley moans so sweetly above Chen, still pumping out every drop until their thighs quiver—and until no corner of Chen’s face is left uncovered.
Riley collapses down beside Chen immediately, breathless, a shy giggle bubbling through their spent groans: “God… look at you… you’re so perfect like this…”
They lick a bit off Chen’s cheek, kiss them slow and sticky, whispering between soft pecks—
“Always yours. Always.”
Chen is still flushed and dripping. Numerous warm streaks of Riley’s thick release start to slide slowly down their cheekbones and throat as they catch their breath.
Riley hovers over Chen, cheeks pink, voice a soft, almost-apologetic giggle: “God… you’re so messy—I painted your face so beautiful… let me— please— don’t move…”
They grab the nearest warm cloth from the nightstand (Sofia always keeps them there for just this reason). Riley wipes Chen with tiny, careful strokes, brushing off sticky trails from the lips first, then the chin, then the throat.
Every gentle swipe comes with a soft kiss pressed to clean skin—as if they’re trying to replace every drop with a promise.
“Did so good for me… so beautiful for me… want more later? I’ll give you more, anytime…”
Riley’s shy grin flickers when Chen catches their wrist, guiding them to a deeper kiss—sweet, slow, no rush.