☀️Stay with me.☽ riarkle smut oneshots

dreams are to be acted on - o n e .

When Riley Matthews has a wet dream about a certain scientist, she decides whether or not to act on what she dreamed. / Riley & Farkle are 16.

His hands were tracing down her collarbone, her chest, her stomach. He reached her pantyline and showered her jaw with kisses. The touch of his lips tickled against her skin. Her breaths were scattered, harsh, hitched and everything in between.

"Riley.." He whispered in a tone only she was allowed to hear. She held her lips together, stifling her moan.

"Riley."

"F- Farkle.."

"Riley!"

There was a shaking at her shoulders.

Her eyes blinked. She realized there was a weight against her, and it wasn't his. "Maya?!" The brunette pushed the blonde off of her, smoothing out her blankets when she heard her hit the floor.

"Hey!" Maya pulled herself up, staring Riley down. "Why'd you do that?"

"I-- I'm-- you can't be in here!" Instantly, she stood up and pushed against Maya's back.

"Why not? It's Saturday!"

"That doesn't matter! I-- I have to be alone!"

Maya dug her heels into the rug. "Why's that?" A playful smirk tugged at the corners of her lips. "Oh, did you have a dream? Is that is, honey?" She turned herself around and Riley's hands were held in the air innocently.

"No! I-- I mean, everyone dreams. It was just-- you know-- a dream!"

"About Farkle, hm?"

"Maya! Let this go, okay? I just-- it's just-- nothing. I'm-- that's just nothing!"

"Nothing? Nothing with a lot of expression, huh?"

"I have to get dressed."

"I'm sure you do."

"Maya! Please let this be.. just... you know, a nothing?"

"A nothing? What's that mean?" She blinked for a moment, before grinning. "You don't want me to tell anyone?"

"No I do not."

"Don't you want this dream to be acted on at all?"

Riley swallowed. She does. "No."

"Uh-huh, alright. Well, I guess I'll just leave you to it then.." Maya casually walked back from where she came, sliding open the window and stepping out of it.

"You're leaving?"

"Just like you wanted."

"Does this mean you'll leave it be?"

"Aw, honey, just because I'm leaving doesn't mean I'm not still Maya."

"What?" Riley stepped closer, watching as her friend pulled her phone from her pocket.

"But I am still Maya, which means you know I gotta." She snapped the window shut with a proud grin on her face.

"Wait--!"

But the blonde had already ran from the scene, stepping quickly over the stairs of the back of the apartment.

Riley stood in shock for a moment, before sitting carefully on her bed. Sometimes she really hated Maya. Her hands steadily supported herself as she leaned against the white headboard on her bed. In her head she played out what would happen if Farkle actually did listen to Maya and whatever her text might have said.

She hesitantly checked her phone, as she heard the notifications alarm. It was, luckily, not a text. Just some alarm for a game. Not before long, she heard a light tapping on her window.