𑣲 ⋮ ᴀᴠᴀ ⋆˚࿔

The party was already too loud and crowded.

Music shook the walls, people moving around the packed living room,

The air was overwhelmingly hot and heavy, filled with the smell of alcohol, weed, and some cheap cologne. Everyone seemed to be having a good time.

I stood near the kitchen, trying to look like I was actually enjoying myself.

except i really wasn’t.

I had a drink in my hand, but I hadn't taken more than a couple of sips.

Someone beside me was talking about something, and I nodded every now and then, pretending I was listening.

I wasn't.

My thoughts kept drifting back to the same thing.

Sae-byeok.

More specifically, the argument we'd had earlier.

It had started because she cancelled on me again.

We'd made plans days ago, and I'd spent the entire afternoon waiting for her, only to get a short message saying

“sorry, something came up.”

I asked her why she kept making plans with me if she was just going to cancel them anyway.

She told me I was making a big deal out of nothing.

That made me more upset.

I told her that it wasn't about the cancelled plans, It was about how I was always the one trying to make time for her while she acted like I was asking for too much.

She went quiet for a moment before telling me that maybe she didn't have the energy to constantly reassure me.

I asked her if that meant she didn't care anymore.

She said that wasn't what she meant.

But somehow, the conversation kept getting worse.

I told her I was tired of feeling like I had to guess where I stood with her.

She told me she was tired of feeling like nothing she did was ever enough for me.

For a few seconds, neither of us said anything.

Then she looked at me and said,

“Maybe we should just stop whatever this is.”

I remember how quiet everything suddenly felt after that.

I hadn't expected those words to hurt as much as they did.

I wanted to say something. Anything.

But nothing came out.

So I just walked away.

And now we were here.

Same party. Same people. Same uncomfortable silence between us.

I hadn't spoken to her since we arrived, or anyone really.

I was starting to wonder if she'd even noticed me.

So I looked across the room.

She was standing near the other side of the living room, surrounded by people, looking completely unaffected by everything that had happened.

Until she suddenly looked at me.

For a second, neither of us looked away.

There was something unreadable in her expression.

I looked away first.

Of course I did.

Because what was I supposed to say?

Are you still mad? Did you mean what you said? Do you regret it?

Instead, I just turned around and slipped out the crowd.

I needed somewhere quiet to think.

Somewhere she couldn't find me.

I headed upstairs, walking through the hallway.. the smell of alcohol lingered in the air as people were leaning against walls smoking, and some people were just making out.

Soon I found an empty bedroom at the end of the hallway.

I closed the door behind me and sat on the edge of the bed, finally letting out the breath I'd been holding all night long.

A couple minutes later.. My phone buzzed.

It was her.

(i meant to put earlier but whatever!)

Soon the door creaked open. 

Sae-byeok stepped inside and closed it behind her.

I looked up at her, trying to keep my expression neutral.

She walked over slowly and stood a few inches away from me.

For a few seconds, neither of us said anything.

“I’m sorry,” 

she finally said quietly.

“I shouldn't have said what I said earlier. I was upset, but that doesn't excuse it.”

I glanced up at her.

And despite everything that had happened, I couldn't help noticing how fucking good she looked.

Her hair that framed her face perfectly was slightly messy from the party, her dark eyes were intense and observant, with the serious expression she always had that always made my stomach tingle.

fuck. 

i should still be upset at her, but instead i’m thinking about how good she would look in between my legs.. and how she would look so good hovering over me.

She noticed i was staring almost immediately.

“You're staring.”

I quickly reverted my gaze to the floor.

“I wasn't.”

A small smirk appeared on her face.

“you were.”

I looked back at her, and for a moment, neither of us said anything.

then she shifted a little closer. 

She looked at me for a moment, her eyes scanning my face, searching for the anger that had been there hours ago and finding only a desperate, aching kind of longing.

“you’re terrible at hiding what you're thinking.”

what? how the fuck does she know? 

“maybe I don't want to hide it.”

Her expression darkened. 

“oh?” she lowered her voice as her gaze darkened with desire.

her hand reaching out to cup the side of my neck. Her thumb brushed against my jawline in a slow, deliberate motion that sent a shiver straight down my core. 

The tension between us hadn't disappeared.. it had just shifted into a strong desire after hours of silence.

I leaned into her touch, my breath hitching slightly as she stepped between my knees.

Sae-byeok didn't wait for me to say anything. She leaned down toward me, her lips meeting mine in a kiss that tasted of apology and also built up desire.

As she shifted, she sat down on the mattress and pulling me up to straddle her lap, her hands slid down to grip my thighs with a firm, grounding pressure.

I let out a breathless whimper as I settled against her, the friction of her denim rubbing against my wet pussy was an aching sensation.

I started to grind against her, a slow, desperate movement that sought the heat building between us. 

She let out a low, groan as she leaned forward and started leaving wet, slow kisses on my neck.

"You're so fucking pretty.." 

she murmured against my neck, her voice a dark, velvet hum. 

She moved her hands to my hips and slowly started guiding my movements with a firm precision that made my head swim.

I whimpered, the sound echoing in the quiet room, and she responded by pulling me closer.

Her hands migrated, one sliding up under my shirt to find the soft skin of my breast, while the other stayed low, gripping my hip guiding my pace. 

When her mouth returned to mine, the kiss was deeper, slower, tasting of a hunger that had been simmering since our argument.

I felt her breath warm against my skin as she trailed kisses down my jaw, her lips grazing the sensitive spot just below my ear.

"such a good girl for me.."

she whispered, the praise sending a jolt of electricity through my pussy. 

I let out another soft moan, my body arching instinctively toward her, craving more than just her thigh.

Sae-byeok pulled back just enough to look at me, her eyes dark and focused. 

Slowly, she lifted my shirt, her gaze following the movement.

She didn't rush it, she took her time. Admiring the way my chest heaved with anticipation.

When her mouth found my nipple through the thin fabric of my bra, I gasped, my fingers tangling in her hair. 

She teased the skin with the tip of her tongue, swirling and sucking in a way that made my toes curl. 

I felt a hand slip lower, her fingers brushing against the waistband of my mini skirt.. slowly teasing the fabric.

Her hand slid beneath my mini skirt, her fingers finally found the damp silk of my panties. 

i let out a soft gasp, my hips bucking instinctively against her.

"Stay right there."

she murmured, her voice a low, commanding vibration that made my pussy pulse.

As she began to rub my pussy through my panties, her touch was rhythmic and deliberate, a slow build that felt like she was mapping out every single nerve ending. 

Every time I tried to grind against her flingers to speed things up, she slowed her pace, teasing me until I was practically sobbing into her shoulder.

"mm.. please..." I whimpered, my voice barely a whisper.

"Patience baby."

she whispered back, a small, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. 

She shifted her position, guiding me down from her lap until my back met against the mattress. 

The transition was seamless, her body hovering over mine for a heartbeat before she slid lower.

The first touch of her tongue against my skin was like an electric shock. I arched my back, my fingers clutching the bedsheets as a whimper fell from my lips. 

Sae-byeok was using her lips and tongue to draw out every single sensation, her focus absolute. 

She knew exactly where to press, how to swirl, and when to suck, driving me toward a peak that felt intense and overwhelming.

I was a complete mess of shivering limbs and broken whimpers under her. 

My voice reduced to a series of needy whimpers that she seemed to feed on

Her hands gripping my thighs to hold me open for her. Then she slowly lowered her head in between my thighs. 

Just when i thought i was about to break.. she shifted, her tongue flicking across the most sensitive part of my clit before she pulled back just enough to look up at me.

Her eyes were heavy, dark with hunger. 

She used her hands to guide my legs over her shoulders.

"Look at me." she commanded softly.

I complied, my vision blurring, as my pussy pulsed around nothing.

god.. she looks so fucking good.

She went from the slow, agonizing tease to a focused, rhythmic precision that left me gasping. 

she was eating my pussy like a starved caveman who hasn’t eaten in months.

Every time my hips bucked, she tightened her grip on my thigh and fucked me with her tongue. 

I was sobbing now, small, broken moans that filled the quiet room.

"That's it baby..” she whispered, her voice a low vibration that transferred straight to my clit. 

"you’re doing so good for me.."

My orgasm hit me like a truck, a sudden, violent rush of warmth that made my entire body shake. 

I let out a strangled moan, my head tossing back against the pillows as the world dissolved into white noise and pulsing heat.

I felt Sae-byeok’s hand squeeze my thigh one last time, before pressing soft kisses in my inner thighs.

For a long minute, the only sound in the room was our breathing and the distant, muffled sounds of the party below.

Slowly, the tension drained out of my muscles, leaving me heavy and limp. 

Sae-byeok didn't pull away immediately, she lingered for a moment.. her forehead resting against my inner thigh for a few seconds of shared silence.

When she finally shifted, moving back up the length of my body, she didn't rush. She crawled back over me, her movements slow and feline, until she was hovering just inches from my face. 

“you okay..?” 

i could barely make out any words after how hard i just came. 

“mhm..” 

Her hair was a chaotic curtain around her cheeks, and her eyes were softer now.

She pulled me upward, wrapping her arms around me and pulling my back against her chest.

We curled together in the center of the bed, her legs tangling with mine, her chin resting on my shoulder. 

I felt her hand move to my stomach, rubbing slow, soothing circles over the skin.

I felt so safe with her.. she always makes sure i was okay after anything we did.

the silence between us wasn’t awkward anymore, it was a warm comforting feeling that i crave almost every day with her.

I leaned my head back against her, closing my eyes. The feeling the steady, grounding as i felt her heart beating against my back.

"I didn't actually mean it.."

she murmured, her voice barely a breath against my ear.

"you know, about stopping this. I just... I don't know how to do this sometimes. I don't know how to tell you that you're the only thing that makes sense to me."

I turned in her arms, shifting until I could see her face, though my limbs felt like they were made of lead. 

The adrenaline had faded away, leaving behind a heavy warmth that made every single muscle ache in the best possible way. 

I looked at her.. really looked at her, and saw the slight tremor in her fingertips where they rested on my waist.

Sae-byeok, who always seemed to have the world mapped out in a series of calculated moves, looked undone. 

The armor she wore for everyone else had been stripped away in this room, leaving only this quiet, vulnerable version of her.

"You're still so confusing"

I whispered, my voice sounding raspy and unfamiliar to my own ears. I reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her forehead, my fingertips lingering on her skin.

"But you're the only person I want to be confused by."

A small, genuine smile finally touched her lips. Not the smirk of a challenge or the curve of a tease, but something soft and private. 

She shifted her weight, pulling me closer until our foreheads rested against each other. 

We stayed like that for a while, listening to the muffled sounds of the party downstairs.

The bass was still thumping, but it felt distant now, like a radio playing in another house. 

The room smelled like cinnamon.. and the salt of our shared skin, a sanctuary we had accidentally built in the middle of someone else's guest room.

"We should probably head back down before people start looking.. yea?” 

Sae-byeok murmured, though she made no move to let go. She instead tightened her hold on me, her hand sliding up to cup the back of my head, pulling me into the crook of her neck. 

I breathed her in.. that scent of sandalwood and something uniquely her. 

"mm five more minutes.."

I murmured, my voice barely audible over the settling silence of the room.

Sae-byeok let out a soft, huffing sound that might have been a laugh. She shifted her head, kissing the top of my head.

"You're a menace."

she whispered, though she was currently tracing the line of my spine with her fingertips, her touch light and reverent.

"people might start wondering where we are baby..”

"Let them wonder.."

I replied, smiling against her skin. I pulled back just enough to look at her, noting the way her eyes were still slightly glazed.

Sae-byeok reached over to her back pocket, grabbing her phone and checking the screen.

"It’s getting late. Wanna stay over at my place tonight?”

“yes please..”

She chuckled softly, as she rolled off me with a slow, reluctant grace. She stood up, offering me her hand. 

As I took it, she pulled me up, but instead of letting go, she stepped back into my space, her hand sliding to the back of my neck to pull me in for one last, slow kiss. 

This one wasn't a claim or a command, it was just a promise.

We navigated the hallway back toward the stairs in a comfortable, heavy silence, our fingers intertwined so tightly that our knuckles were white.

As we descended the stairs, the muffled thrum of the music began to sharpen, transitioning from a rhythmic pulse into the jagged edges of a pop remix.

As we stepped back into the living room, the crowd seemed to part instinctively. We didn't look like two people who had just fucked in a random bedroom.

well, probably..

"There you are!" 

a voice called out over the music. It was one of the guys who invited us. His eyes scanning us with a curious, knowing tilt. 

"We thought you’d bailed. The vibe in here just got way too loud, right?"

Sae-byeok didn't let go of me, her thumb tracing a slow, rhythmic circle against my spine, a grounding touch that kept me from floating away. 

"Just needed a break." 

she answered, her voice regaining that cool, steady edge, though her eyes remained soft when she glanced at me.

"Actually.." I said, leaning into her, "we we're just about to head out."

Soon sae-byeok guided me through the crowd, her body acting as a shield against the stray elbows and the loud, rambling conversations that felt suddenly trivial.

Once we got outside, the cool night air hit us like a splash of water the moment we stepped onto the porch. 

We didn't speak until we reached her car, the headlights cutting through the darkness to illuminate the gravel driveway. 

Sae-byeok stopped by the passenger door, turning to face me.

"you ready?" she asked with a comforting voice.

"yess, I miss your comfy bed"

I chuckled softly as she pulled me in for one more kiss before we go in her car and drove off to her place.

THE END.

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Rain tapped softly against the apartment windows as I sat curled up on the couch, staring at the movie that was currently playing on the TV without actually paying attention, half eaten snacks and drinks left abandoned on the coffee table.

Riki was sitting beside me, my legs draped over his lap as one of his arms is stretched around my waist, while the other hand was rubbing my thigh.

"You haven't said a word in like twenty minutes." he said.

"I'm watching the movie"

"you've been staring at the same spot on the screen"

I glance at him. "Maybe I'm really invested"

he laughed quietly "sure.. or maybe you're thinking about something."

I look at him "hm? what would I be thinking about?"

He stared at me for a moment, his eyes slowly trail down my face to my lips before looking back in my eyes. He smirked before saying "I don't know.. you tell me."

...

He's teasing me..

fuck.

He knows exactly what he's doing, too. He always does this.

That stupid little smirk appears whenever he starts teasing or when he catches me getting annoyed, like he can read my every though in my head before I can even say anything. 

"Why are you looking at me like that..?" I ask nervously.  

"like what?" he asks innocently, a teasing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "you're the one getting all nervous."

"I'm not nervous. you're just.. looking at me weird, it's annoying." I mumble while rolling my eyes before looking back at the TV, hoping he'll leave me alone.

He doesn't. of course, he never does. 

Instead, he leans closer, lowering his voice. 

"you're getting nervous baby.." he said in his raspy but velvety voice.

"I'm not."

"You are."

I can hear the smirk in his voice.

He stares at me for a moment before he sits back against the couch cushions.

time passes while watching the movie, then he began to trace slow, deliberate circles with his thumb against my hip, a rhythmic pressure that sent a shiver straight down my spine. Riki wasn’t usually the type to hesitate, but there was a tension in his shoulders now, a restraint that made the air feel charged. He shifted his weight, pinning me more firmly into the cushions, his other hand reaching up to cup my jaw. His thumb brushed over my lower lip, tugging it down slightly, his eyes searching mine for the green light he already knew was there. "You're not thinking about the movie anymore, are you, princess?"

he whispered, the rasp of his deep voice made my stomach flip. He leaned in, his nose brushing mine, his breath warm and smelling faintly of the popcorn they’d abandoned. 

I didn't answer with words, instead arching my neck to give him better access, a silent invitation that broke his remaining restraint. Riki groaned, a sound that was half-growl, half-purr, and crashed his lips against mine. The kiss was deep and demanding, tasting of longing and a sudden, urgent need to erase every millimeter of space between them. His tongue swept against mine with a possessive hunger, his hand sliding from my hip to the small of her back to pull her upward, molding my body to his as if he were trying to merge their skin. The movie shifted to a scene of chaotic space combat, the booming bass of the sound system vibrating through the floorboards, but for Riki, the only sound that mattered was the wet, desperate noise of their mouths colliding. He broke the kiss just long enough to trail his lips down to my jaw, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin beneath my ear. A low, guttural purr vibrated in his chest.. a sound he only made when he was completely undone. As he shifted, hauling me onto his lap so I was straddling his lap. The fleece blanket slid away, leaving us exposed to the cool air of the room, though neither felt it. Riki’s hand didn't hesitate, sliding beneath the hem of my shirt to find the soft skin of my waist. He gripped me with a firmness that bordered on bruising, pulling my flush against the hard line of his chest.

"You're so fucking pretty."

he murmured. His voice a rough edge of praise that made the wetness between my thighs made me clench around nothing. He didn't wait for a response, his hand sliding lower, fingers hooking into the waistband of her black lace underwear and tugging them down in one fluid motion. The sudden exposure left me breathless, my hips instinctively tilting upward, seeking the friction I knew he could provide. He didn't give it to her immediately. Instead, Riki leaned back, his eyes darkening as he watched her chest heave. He reached out, his thumb dip into my soaked folds, capturing my arousal around his thumb before slowly bringing his thumb into his mouth to taste me, he moaned at the taste.. I always taste so sweet to him. His hand moved to my breast, squeezing the soft flesh with a possessive intensity. He began to tease me, his fingers dancing across my nipples, rolling them between his fingertips until I let out a soft whimper, my head falling back. He leaned in a captured my nipple into his mouth, sucking and kissing the soft flesh while using his hot tongue.

"Beg for it, baby," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. "Tell me exactly what you want." I tried to speak, but my words were lost to a sharp gasp when Riki finally slid two fingers inside my pussy, the sudden fullness making my vision blur. He moved with a rhythmic, demanding pace, his thumb working my clit in perfect synchronization with the deep, sliding pressure of his fingers going in and out of my gummy walls. He talked me through it, his voice a low, commanding rumble that acted as an anchor in the storm of sensation.

"That's it, just take it all for me. You're doing so good princess. So wet for me."

The praise was like a drug. He kept going, he whispered dirty things in my ear while trailing my neck with wet kisses until I was shaking, my fingers clutching at his shoulders as I was close to my orgasm.

Just as I was about to cum, he withdrew his fingers with a slow, agonizing precision that earned him a desperate whimper from me, my hips twitching in a desperate attempt to pull him back in. He watched me with dark eyes, a predatory smirk playing on his lips, before he shifted his weight and flipped me onto my stomach with a sudden, commanding movement. The friction of the couch fabric against my skin was a sharp contrast to the heat of his palms as he pressed my face down into the cushion. Riki didn’t waste a second, his hand finding the curve of my ass and delivering a sharp, stinging smack that echoed through the room. The shock of it sent a jolt of electricity straight to my core, and I let out a high, needy keen.

"You like that, don't you?"

he teased, the sound vibrating through the back of my thighs. He followed the slap with a slow, possessive massage, his large hand kneading my ass cheek before he leaned down to bite the sensitive skin of her shoulder. He moved back for a moment, shedding his own clothes in a blur of motion. When he pressed himself against my back, the sheer size of his cock was a revelation, the heavy, pulsing heat that made my breath hitch. He didn't go in yet.. instead, he reached around to capture my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers while his lips found the shell of my ear.

"I've wanted you all damn day."

he whispered, his voice a rough, jagged edge. With a low, guttural groan, he guided himself to my entrance and pushed inside in one deep, uncompromising surge. I cried out, the fullness of him stretching my pussy, filling every empty space with a pressure that felt like it was rewriting my DNA. Riki didn't give me any time to adjust, immediately establishing a hard, rhythmic pace. He drove into me from behind, his hips slamming against my ass with a wet, slapping sound that drowned out the movie’s soundtrack.

Every thrust was deliberate and deep, hitting my sweet spot with a precision that had me clawing at the fabric of the couch. He was relentless, his breath coming in heavy, ragged hitches as he leaned forward, his chest crushing me into the cushions.

"You're mine." he muttered, the words less of a question and more of a claim. "Every inch of you is fucking mine." The friction of his skin against mine was an inferno, the pace accelerating until the world narrowed down to the rhythmic thud of his weight slamming into me. Riki’s hands migrated from my tits to my waist, his fingers digging deep into my hips to anchor me as he drove deeper, his length filling my pussy to the point of breathless overstimulation.

He was purring now. A low, animalistic vibration that started in his chest and echoed through my entire body. Each time he hit my sweet spot, he would lean down to bite the nape of my neck, his teeth grazing my skin in a way that made my back arch and my toes curl. "Look at you," he groaned, his voice thick with a raw, possessive hunger. "Taking every bit of me. Such a good girl." The praise sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I tried to find my voice, to tell him I couldn't take any more, but all that came out was a broken, desperate whimper. He heard it and responded by increasing the intensity, his movements becoming rougher, more frantic. He flipped me over suddenly, the movement dizzying, as he pinned me beneath him. The movie had reached its credits, the screen fading to a dull, humming black, but the silence of the room was filled with the wet, frantic sounds of our bodies colliding. Riki paused for a heartbeat, his eyes searching mine, wide and blown out with lust. He didn't pull away, but the intensity in his gaze shifted. The hunger was still there, but it was joined by something softer.. something terrified. He surged forward one last time, a deep, uncompromising thrust that hit the very back of my pussy, and we both let out a guttural moan as we both came. He didn't pull out.. instead, he collapsed against me, his forehead resting against mine, his breathing ragged and heavy as he filled me with a hot, pulsing release. The silence that followed the cinematic roar of the movie’s end was heavy, filled only by the synchronized, ragged cadence of their breathing. Riki didn't move for a long time, his heavy frame pinning me into the cushions, his heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. The heat between us remained, a simmering residue of the intensity that had just unfolded, but the air had shifted. The possessiveness was still there, but the raw edge of hunger had smoothed out into something tender, almost fragile. As the adrenaline ebbed, Riki shifted his weight, propping himself up on his elbows. He didn’t pull away from me, instead lingering in the space where their skin was still fused. His gaze traveled over my face.. the flushed cheeks, the swollen lips, the way my eyes were still glazed with the remnants of my peak. He reached out, his large hand moving with an unexpected softness to brush a damp strand of hair away from my forehead. His thumb lingered there, tracing the line of my brow with a reverence that felt entirely different from the commanding grip he’d used moments ago. "I can't keep doing this," he whispered, his voice barely more than a rasp. I blinked, the sudden shift in tone making my heart skip a beat.

"Doing what?"

I breathed, though the answer was written in the way he was looking at me. Not as a body to be used, but as a person he couldn't imagine losing. "This arrangement"

Riki murmured, his voice gaining a bit more strength though it remained thick. He shifted, sliding out of me slowly, the sudden absence of his heat leaving me had me feeling momentarily chilled. He didn't move far, pulling me into the crook of his arm and tucking my head under his chin.

"The rules. The pretending that this is just a convenient way to spend our Tuesday nights. I’m tired of the boundaries, baby." I stayed still, my heart hammering against my ribs, the silence of the room amplifying the sound of our shared breath. For months, we had danced around this, treating our intimacy like a secret language they weren't allowed to speak out loud. The physical connection had been a bridge, but we had both been too afraid to cross it and find out if the other was waiting on the other side. "I thought you liked the lack of complications.." I whispered, my voice trembling slightly. Riki let out a soft, dry laugh that vibrated through his chest. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, his expression raw and devoid of the predatory confidence honored during sex.

"It’s complicated now y/n.. Every time I touch you, every time I call you 'princess' or 'pretty,' it feels like I'm lying to myself. I don't want to just be the guy you fuck when you're bored. I want to be the guy you call when your day is shit. I want to be the one who gets to wake up next to you."

He paused, his hand squeezing my waist.

"I'm in love with you. I have been for a long time." The silence that followed his confession wasn't heavy, but it was thick, vibrating with the weight of a truth that had been hiding in plain sight for months.

I felt a sudden, sharp prickle of tears in my eyes.. not from sadness, but from the sheer relief of no longer having to hold my breath. I shifted beneath him, sliding my arm up to lock around his neck and pulling him back down until our foreheads pressed together. "You idiot.." I whispered, my voice cracking. "You think you're the only one who's been lying to themselves?" Riki’s breath hitched, a small, jagged sound. He didn't wait for me to elaborate, his mouth found mine in a kiss that was entirely different from the hunger of the last hour. This was slow, tasting of salt and softness, a tentative exploration of a new territory we were finally allowed to claim. When he pulled back, he didn't let me go. He wrapped his large arms around me, pulling me tight against his chest as if he were afraid, I might vanish if he loosened his grip by a single millimeter. "So," he murmured, his voice returning to that low, gravelly rumble, though it was now laced with a tentative warmth. "Does this mean we’re actually doing this? No more rules? No more 'benefits' that aren't actually benefits?" "No more rules.." I whispered, my voice sounding stronger now that the secret was out. I shifted against him, feeling the lingering warmth of our shared release and the sudden, overwhelming lightness in her chest.

"Just us." Riki let out a sound that was half-groan, half-laugh, burying his face in the crook of my neck. He squeezed me so tightly it was almost hard to breathe, but I didn't mind, I liked the way he claimed me. The way his strength felt like a sanctuary rather than a cage. He stayed there for a long moment, his breathing finally evening out, before he pulled back just enough to look at me with an expression of sheer, unadulterated adoration. "I'm not letting you go tomorrow," he murmured, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw.

"Or the day after. I'm taking you out. A real date. No movies on the couch, no 'convenient' timings. Just me and you, and everyone knowing exactly who you belong to." The possessiveness was still there, but it had evolved. It wasn't about dominance anymore.. it was about devotion. I smiled, reaching up to ruffle the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Does this mean you're going to actually pay for the popcorn next time?" Riki let out a genuine, raspy laugh that shook his entire frame, the sound echoing through the quiet living room.

"Greedy.." he murmured, though he leaned in to nip at my shoulder, his eyes sparkling with a level of lightness I hadn't seen in months. He didn't pull away, instead shifting his body to drape himself over me like a heavy, warm blanket, his head resting on my chest as he listened to the erratic, fading rhythm of my heart. The transition from the raw, demanding intensity of our sex to this quiet vulnerability felt like stepping out of a storm into a calm harbor. For a long time, we simply existed in the aftermath, the air around us smelling of spent passion and the lingering scent of the cedarwood cologne that had become my favorite smell in the world.

Riki’s hand didn't stop moving.. he traced mindless, soothing patterns over her my, his touch now a gentle anchor that grounded me in the reality of our new status. "Wait." I whispered, shifting slightly. "Does the 'real date' mean I have to actually put on a dress? Because I've grown very fond of oversized t-shirts." Riki groaned, a low sound of mock annoyance as he lifted his head to look at me.

"You can wear a potato sack for all I care, as long as you're wearing it for me."

He paused, his expression softening into something intensely sincere.

"But yeah, I'm taking you somewhere with actual tablecloths. Somewhere I can hold your hand under the table and not have to worry about if I'm overstepping some invisible line."

TIME SKIP The following Friday arrived with a tension that felt different from the usual electric anticipation of our "arrangements." This wasn't the frantic, hungry energy of two people trying to satisfy a physical itch.. it was a nervous, fluttering heat that settled in the pit of my stomach. Riki had been unusually attentive all week, texting me little things throughout the day like reminders that he was thinking of me, a photo of a coffee he knew I liked, or a simple "Counting down the hours." When he finally pulled up to my driveway, he didn't just honk the horn. He stepped out of the car, dressed in a simpler black and white suit that hugged the broad slope of his shoulders, and waited for me on the sidewalk. As I stepped out of the house, he didn't wait for me to reach him. He bridged the gap in three long strides, his hand finding my waist and pulling me into him with that familiar, possessive firmness. "You look..." he paused, his eyes scanning me from head to toe "absolutely breathtaking, princess." I was wearing the dress he’d hinted at.. a deep emerald silk that skimmed her curves and hit mid-thigh, a daring choice that made me feel exposed yet powerful. Riki’s gaze darkened, his pupils blowing wide as he took my beauty in. He didn't lean in for a kiss immediately.. instead, he just looked at me, his expression a mix of raw desire and a newfound, protective tenderness. He reached out, his large thumb grazing the pulse point at me wrist, where my heart was hammering a frantic rhythm. “You nervous baby?” Riki teased, his voice a low vibration that made my body tingle.

He didn't wait for me to answer.. he simply stepped closer, his chest nearly brushing the silk of my dress, creating a private sanctuary on the sidewalk. He reached out, his fingers curling around the back of my neck to pull me in for a deep claiming kiss. We kissed for while before he pulled back.

"you ready to go now?" he smirked while fixing my lip-gloss.

"Of course I'm ready. I've been waiting all day.." I chucked softly as he took me to the car. The date itself was a blur of sensory delights. The clink of crystal, the smell of garlic and butter, and the heavy, delicious weight of Riki’s hand resting on my thigh beneath the table. He didn't hold back his possessiveness, but it had shifted into something more public and prouder. He leaned into whisper in my ear, his breath hot and teasing, commenting on the way my lips looked under the candlelight or how the emerald silk made my eyes pop so beautifully. Every touch was a claim, but every glance was a promise.

"You look so fucking beautiful, y/n." By the time we returned to the car, the romantic tension had curdled into a desperate, aching need. The moment the doors closed, sealing them in the quiet darkness of the cabin, Riki didn't even wait for me to buckle my seatbelt. He reached across the center console, his large hand cupping my jaw and pulling me into a kiss that tasted of red wine and long-overdue longing. 

"I've been thinking about this since the appetizers.."

he groaned against my lips, his hand sliding down to grip my thigh, squeezing the silk of the dress. He shifted his body, pinning me against the passenger door as he crowded into my space.

"I love that you wore this for me, but I can't wait to take it off you." He didn’t wait for the drive home. Riki shifted the car into park in the shadowed alcove of my driveway, the engine idling with a low hum that mirrored the vibration in his chest. The interior of the car became a pressurized chamber of heat and scent, the air thick with the sudden, urgent need to be skin-to-skin. Riki’s hand didn't just grip my thigh.. it slid upward, the rough callous of his palm snagging on the delicate silk of the emerald dress, bunching the fabric until he found the warm, damp heat of my center. I gasped, My head hitting the headrest as his fingers found me with a precision that was almost cruel.

"mm riki.."

I whimpered, my fingers digging into the fabric of his suit, pulling him closer until there wasn't a sliver of oxygen left between us. "You're so fucking wet.."

he growled, his voice a raw, guttural sound that sent a shiver racing down my spine. He didn't pull back to admire me.. he leaned in, his mouth finding the sensitive slope of my neck, his teeth grazing my skin in a way that claimed me entirely. His hand moved with a rhythmic, demanding pressure, his fingers sliding deep inside me while his thumb worked my clit in a way that had me arching my back, my hips tilting instinctively toward him, slightly riding his fingers. He paused for a split second, his eyes dark and blown out as he looked at me.. not with the hunger of a man who wanted a release, but with the intensity of a man who wanted every single part of me.

"Tell me who you belong to, baby" he commanded, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. “You..” I gasped, my voice breaking as I arched my back against the leather seat.

“I belong to you, riki.. Only you.” The admission was the trigger he’d been waiting for. Riki let out a low, animalistic grown, his hand leaving my center only to grip my waist and haul me across the center console. The movement was sudden and jarring, the emerald silk of my dress riding up to my waist, leaving me exposed to the cool air of the car as I straddled his lap. I only a second before his mouth crashed back into mine. He didn't bother with the backseat, he needed me right there, right now, pinned against the stirring wheel. He shed his pants with a frantic urgency, his movements rough and imprecise. When I guided him to my entrance, he didn't slide in slowly. He drove into her down with one deep, uncompromising surge that made my vision white out. I let out a sharp, loud cry that echoed in the enclosed space of the car, My legs locking around his waist to pull him even deeper. Riki groaned, the sound vibrating through his chest and into my own, his forehead resting against mine as he paused to let the fullness of the connection settle. "You're so tight.. fuck." he rasped, his voice thick with a raw, possessive hunger. "So perfect for me." I started to bounce on his cock, immediately establishing a punishing, rhythmic pace that rocked the entire vehicle. The leather of the passenger seat creaked under the strain of our weight, a rhythmic percussion that accompanied the wet, slapping sound of our bodies colliding. Riki’s hands weren't gentle.. he gripped her hips and ass with a bruising intensity, guiding me as he drove me into his cock with a depth that felt like he was trying to reach my very soul. Each thrust was a claim, a physical exclamation of everything he hadn't been able to say during the dinner.. that I was his, that he was mine, and that the boundary between us had been utterly demolished. "Look at me baby."

he commanded, his voice a rough, jagged edge. I opened my eyes, my vision swimming, to find him watching me with an expression of raw, unadulterated worship. He wasn't just taking me.. he was consuming her. His eyes tracking every flicker of pleasure and pain that crossed my face. He leaned in, his lips grazing my ear as he whispered a stream of praise that made my heart hammer against my ribs.

"That's it baby.. Take all of it. Such a good girl for me."

"So fucking pretty when you're coming apart." The praise was the final catalyst. As I bounced harder, my movements becoming fast and sloppy, I felt the tension in my pussy coil into a tight, shimmering knot. He felt it too, his purring growl turning into a guttural roar as he shifted his angle, his hands help my ass, as he stared to guiding me with a precision that sent me plummeting over the edge. I cried out, my fingers clawing at the fabric of his suit jacket, my body shuddering in a series of violent, exquisite contractions that clamped around his thick shaft. Riki groaned, his entire frame stiffening as he surged forward one last time, filling me with a hot, pulsing release that left us both gasping for air in the stifling heat of the car. For several minutes, the only sound was the idling engine and the ragged synchronicity of our breathing. Riki didn't pull away immediately.. he kept her pinned against him, his head tucked into the crook of my neck, his chest heaving against mine. The possessiveness was still there, but it had softened into something profoundly tender. He began to kiss the slope of my shoulder, slow and lingering, his lips brushing away a stray tear of overstimulation. The engine finally cut out, plunging the car into a heavy, velvet silence that felt more intimate than the darkness itself. Riki didn’t move to fix my dress or distance himself.. instead, he shifted his weight, pulling me closer until I was practically apart of him, my head resting on his shoulder. 

"You okay pretty?"

he murmured, his voice returning to that gravelly, tender quality. His large hand began to stroke the length of my spine, his palm warm and steady, grounding me as the aftershocks of the peak slowly subsided. He kissed the crown of my head, his breath warm and smelling of the night air and lingering wine.

"We're okay. I've got you, baby." The shift in his energy was the most intoxicating part of the experience.. the way the dominant, demanding man who had just claimed me in the front seat of his car dissolved into the partner who wanted to ensure I was safe and cherished. He reached down to gently guide the silk of my dress back into place, his fingers lingering against the warmth of my thigh. He didn't do it with a rush to get things back to normal.. but with a slow, reverent care that made me feel like something precious. "I can't believe we waited this long.."

I whispered, my voice still raspy and thin. I tilted my head back to look at him, my eyes meeting his. The predatory hunger had vanished, replaced by a gaze so soft it felt like a physical touch. "I think I just wanted to make sure you were as obsessed with me as I am with you.."

Riki chuckled softly, his voice a low rumble that vibrated against my collarbone. He shifted, finally pulling back to look at me, his eyes searching mine with an intensity that felt like it could strip me bare. He reached out, his thumb capturing a stray lock of hair and tucking it behind my ear, his touch lingering on the sensitive skin of my neck. The silence of the driveway was heavy, but for the first time, it didn't feel like a void we had to fill with carefully curated rules. It felt like a foundation. Riki leaned in, his kiss slow and tasting of a promise he intended to keep, before he finally shifted his weight and opened the car door. The cool night air rushed in, snapping me back to reality, but the warmth of his hand remained firmly anchored on my lower back. They stumbled into the house together, the emerald dress slightly wrinkled and Riki’s charcoal shirt missing a button at the collar, both of them wearing the flushed, exhausted glow of people who had just survived a storm. The living room, where they had spent so many nights playing a dangerous game of pretend, now felt different. The air was clearer, the boundaries they had spent months constructing having been burned away in the heat of the car. Riki didn't let me go far, pulling me back against his chest the moment we crossed the threshold. He wrapped his arms around me, his large hands splaying across my stomach, pulling me flush against him. He rested his chin on my shoulder, his breath warm against my skin.

"I don't want to just go to bed," he whispered, his voice thick.

"I want to actually take care of you. Shower. Food. Whatever you need. Just... let me do it." The bathroom was soon thick with a heavy, humid fog that clung to the mirrored walls and blurred the edges of the room. Riki didn’t just lead her there; he carried her, his arms locked beneath her thighs and back as if she were something fragile, despite the way she had just been clinging to him in the car. He set her down in the oversized walk-in shower, the cool porcelain of the basin a sharp contrast to the searing heat of their skin. He didn't move to turn on the water immediately.. instead, he stepped into her space, his hands coming up to slowly, meticulously unzip the back of the emerald dress. As the silk pooled around her ankles, Riki let out a low, appreciative hum that vibrated through the small space. He didn't rush. He took his time, his large hands sliding over her shoulders and down her arms, his touch now a slow, rhythmic massage that worked the tension out of her muscles. When he finally turned the handle, the water cascaded down in a warm, heavy deluge, soaking them both instantly. The water sluiced over their bodies, mixing with the salt of their skin and the lingering scent of their release. Riki reached for the soap, lathering a sponge with a slow, methodical focus that bordered on ritual. He didn't just wash her; he mapped her, his large palm gliding over the curve of her hip and the dip of her waist with a tenderness that made her chest ache. He treated her skin like a holy relic, scrubbing away the remnants of the night with gentle, circular motions, his eyes never leaving hers. Whenever she shivered, not from cold, but from the sheer intensity of being *seen*. he would lean in and press a wet, lingering kiss to the hollow of her throat, his lips tasting of steam and devotion. By the time he wrapped her in a plush, oversized towel, she felt as though she had been scrubbed clean of every doubt she’d carried for the last six months. He didn't let her walk to the bedroom, he bundled her against him, the towel acting as a cocoon, and carried her through the dimly lit hallway.

The house was silent, the air still humming with the residue of their confession, but as he lowered her onto the cool sheets, the silence shifted into something heavy and expectant. Riki didn't climb in immediately. He lingered at the edge of the bed, his gaze sweeping over me with a raw, quiet hunger that had nothing to do with the urgency of the car. He reached out, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw, his touch barely a whisper.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, the words sounding like a prayer.

"Not just the dress. Not just the sex. All of you. I can't believe I almost let this stay a secret." He slid beneath the duvet, pulling you into the crook of his arm and tucking my head beneath his chin.

For a long time, they just lay there, their heartbeats syncing up in the dark. The possessiveness that had defined their "arrangement" had transformed into a protective warmth, a sanctuary where she could finally let go. Riki’s hand didn't stop moving, his fingers tracing mindless, soothing patterns across her shoulder, his purring vibration returning as a low, contented rumble in his chest.

Eventually, the room grew quiet. I felt my eyes getting heavyer, and before i knew it, my face was snuggled against his chest. He glanced down at me and smiled.

"Sleepy hm?"

"mhm.."

He chuckled quietly, pulling the blanket over my shoulders. "Go to sleep baby, I'm not going anywhere." I snuggled deeper into his chest as I slowly drift asleep. The sound of soft breathing and soft rain hitting against the windows filled the room in a comfortable silence. The last thing I heard was his quiet voice

"I love you so much, my pretty girl.."

And just like that, we both fell asleep in each other's arms.

THE END.

note: i’m too lazy to read over it again so there might be some mistakes and typos but whatever!

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scene: hanging out with your friends.

“Wait, no, you cannot seriously be telling me you like the pink one better.” Koria stared at me like I had just committed a crime.

“I’m telling you, the blue one is objectively better” I said, holding up the two products between us. “You’re just too stubborn to admit it.”

Wonhee immediately started laughing from beside us. “You two have been arguing about this for, like, twenty minutes.”

“Because she’s wrong,” Koria said without hesitation.

I rolled my eyes, grabbing my bag from the chair. “Whatever. Keep buying the ugly one, then.”

The three of us burst out laughing as we started cleaning up Wonhee’s room. Her bed was covered in clothes, skincare products, and random things none of us remembered putting there. We spent the next hour talking about everything from our situationships and relationships to planning out our next hangout, occasionally getting distracted and completely forgetting what we were supposed to be doing.

By the time we finally left, it was already getting late. We walked toward the elevator together, still joking around and talking about what we should do next weekend.

“Okay, but seriously,” Koria said as the elevator doors opened, “next time we’re actually going somewhere instead of sitting in Wonhee’s room for five hours.”

“deal!” I laughed softly.

After saying our goodbyes, I headed home, tired but still smiling from the afternoon. The conversation replayed in my head as I made my way back to the apartment, already looking forward to getting comfortable and relaxing for the rest of the night.

scene: finally getting home.

I unlocked the door with a tired click and stepped into the quiet warmth of the apartment, the scent of vanilla and coffee.

The living room was bathed in the amber glow of a floor lamp. Riki was sprawled across the couch, man-spreading with a level of comfort that only comes from owning the space entirely. He was focused on his phone, his thumb scrolling rhythmically. The light from the screen caught the sharp line of his jaw and the pale, blonde strands of his hair that always seemed to fall perfectly over his forehead. He looked relaxed, almost sculptural, and for a second, I just stood there in the entryway, forgetting to take off my shoes, thinking about how unfair it was that he looked that good just sitting still.

He didn't look up immediately, but he knew I was there. He always knew. 

"You're late.." 

he murmured, his voice a low vibration that seemed to travel through the floorboards.

He tossed the phone onto the cushion, the device bouncing once before settling. In one fluid, riki was on his feet and crossing the distance between us. He didn't stop until he was flush against me, his chest a solid wall of heat. He slid his arms around my waist, pulling me in with a suddenness that knocked the breath out of me, and buried his face in the crook of my neck. The first kiss on my neck was slow and wet, a lingering press of his plump lips against my skin that sent a sharp jolt of electricity straight down my spine.

"mm... hi, pretty girl" 

he murmured. His voice had dropped into that husky, subterranean register that always made my knees feel like they were made of water.

"hii ki, did you miss mee?"

i tried sounding normal, but my voice sounding small and breathless even to my own ears. I leaned back into him, my head tilting instinctively to give him more room. The friction of his muscular frame against mine was intoxicating; he felt like a radiator in the middle of winter, grounding and overwhelming all at once. He didn't pull away, instead trailing a line of slow, deliberate kisses up toward my ear, his breath hot against my skin.

He pulled back just an inch, just enough to look at me. His dark eyes were hooded, shimmering with a playful sort of hunger that he only ever showed me. A small, knowing smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. He loved the way my breathing hitched, the way I practically melted into his hold, and he thrived on the subtle tension that had been building between us since the moment I stepped through the door. his hand slithered down below my hip before giving my ass a soft slap, while licking his lips, maintaining eye contact. 

"of course.. i always miss my pretty girl when she’s gone.." 

he whispered, his thumb tracing the line of my hip bone through my clothes, applying just enough pressure to make me gasp. He didn't let go.. instead, he tightened his grip on my waist, pulling me flush against the hard planes of his chest. The air between us felt thick, charged with a familiarity that had evolved over years of friendship into something far more volatile.

He shifted his weight, guiding me forward until his heels hit the edge of the couch. With a low chuckle, he sat down into the soft cushions and pulled me in his lap. i hovering over him.. while he looked at me like he owned the very air I was breathing. He didn't rush it. riki was a master of the slow burn, his gaze drifting from my eyes down to my lips and back again. He reached up, his fingers grazing my jawline with a tenderness that contradicted the hunger in his eyes. 

"Did you miss me, princess?"

I tried to answer, but the words died in my throat as he leaned in, his lips hovering a fraction of an inch above mine. He was teasing me, intentionally leaving that tiny gap of space to make me crave him more. I reached up, my fingers tangling in the soft caramel hair at the nape of his neck and instinctively pulled him closer. The small, needy sound that escaped me only made his smirk widen. He loved it when I stopped pretending to be patient.

"aww” he cooed “beg for it, baby.." 

he murmured, his voice a velvet rasp against my lips. He shifted his hand from my waist to my thigh, his palm warm and heavy as he slowly rubbed circles into my skin. 

“cmon baby, use your words for me..” 

he teased. The sensation was overwhelming... his voice raspy but so deep, a slow heat began forming between my legs. I let out a shaky breath, my eyes fluttering shut. "please, riki.. just kiss me."

riki let out a soft, triumphant purr, the sound vibrating against my lips before he finally closed the distance. It wasn't a tentative kiss.. it was a slow, deep, and messy claim that seemed to swallow the air from the room. His lips were incredibly soft but firm, molding against mine with a hunger that had been simmering all day. He tasted like the sweet tea he’d probably been sipping earlier, and the way he tilted his head to deepen the angle made me feel like I was drowning in the best possible way.

His hand on my thigh didn't stay still.. it migrated upward, his fingers kneading into the soft skin of my hip with a possessive grip that left me breathless. He broke the kiss for a split second, just long enough to whisper 

"good girl" 

against my mouth, the praise sending a fresh wave of heat through my entire body. He knew exactly how much those two words affected me, and he used them like a weapon, timed perfectly to make me feel completely undone.

As the kiss resumed, it became more urgent, more rhythmic. riki’s other hand drifted from my jaw to the small of my back, arching me up toward him until there wasn't a single millimeter of space left between us as i straddled him. The weight of my body was a comforting pressure to him, pinning him into the couch while my tongue danced with his in a slow, wet, and deliberate cadence. Every time I tried to pull him even closer, he’d let out a low, guttural moan into my mouth, a sound of pure satisfaction that told me he was enjoying this just as much as I was.

He eventually drifted away from my lips, trailing a path of searing kisses down my jawline and back to the sensitive spot just below my ear. He lingered there, his teeth grazing my skin in a way that made my toes curl. 

"you're so reactivate.."

he murmured, his voice dripping with a playful sort of arrogance. 

"I love how you just fall apart for me." 

I shifted my hips, rubbing against him in a way that made his breath hitch, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that felt like it was stripping me bare.

I started to slowly grind back and forth on his lap.. then he caught my hips, pinning them gently but firmly against his lap so i stopped moving. He wasn't using much force but it was enough to make me not able to move. He looked up at me, his dark eyes shimmering with a mixture of affection and mischief. The way he looked at me.. like I was the only thing in the world that mattered, always made my chest tighten.

"what do you think you’re doing.. hm?" 

i didn’t respond.. i was to caught up in to my desires, so i was slightly embarrassed.

riki noticed my embarrassment, of course he did.. he notices everything.

his lips curling into that signature smirk. He released my wrists only to slide his hand down my side, his palm grazing my ribs before landing heavily on my thigh again. He didn't move his hand away.. instead, he began to rub slow, deliberate circles into my skin, his thumb pressing deep into the muscle. The warmth of his touch was dizzying, and I could feel my body betraying me, arching instinctively toward him.

He leaned in, his nose brushing against mine, his breath warm and steady. 

"you're so needy, angel.."

he teased, his voice dropping an octave. 

"Is that all it takes? just a few kisses and a little bit of praise to make you this desperate f’me?" 

He chuckled, a low sound that vibrated through my entire frame, and for a second, he just watched me, savoring the way my pupils dilated and my breathing became erratic. He loved the power he had over me, and more importantly, he loved that I let him have it.

The friction and heat of the moment eventually slowed into a heavy, satisfied silence, the kind where the only sound in the room was the synchronized thumping of two hearts trying to find their original rhythm. riki didn’t pull away immediately.. he stayed under me for a long while, his forehead resting against my shoulder, his breathing still a bit ragged. He gave me one last, lingering peck on the tip of my nose.. a sudden shift from the intensity of moments ago to something purely sweet, before he finally rolled off me with a contented sigh. He stretched his arms wide, his muscles rippling under his skin as he let out a long yawn that sounded almost like a purr.

"I think we should watch a movie.. yea?”

he murmured, his voice still thick and husky. He reached over and grabbed the remote from the coffee table, though he didn't get up, instead he draped me over his lap until I was tucked firmly under his arm, my head resting on his chest. The transition was seamless, moving from the electric tension of desire to the warm, domestic comfort that defined our life together.

"what are we watching?" 

I asked, my voice still a little raspy. I shifted, curling my legs up over his lap and nestling deeper into his side.

"Something that doesn't require any brain cells.."

he replied, scrolling through a streaming menu with a lazy flick of his thumb. He paused on a horror movie we had both seen a dozen times, a choice based more on the familiar background noise than the actual plot. As the opening credits rolled, riki shifted his position, sliding his hand back to my thigh, not to tease this time, but just to keep me anchored to him. He began to absentmindedly rub small circles into my skin, a gesture of affection that felt like a silent promise of safety.

The horror movie was less of a cinematic experience and more of a rhythmic backdrop to our shared silence. As the predictable screams filled the room, riki’s hand continued its slow, hypnotic journey across my thigh, his touch grounding me in a way that felt like home. We didn't really talk about the plot.. instead, we drifted into that comfortable, quiet space where words weren't necessary. Every few minutes, he would lean down and press a soft, lingering kiss to the top of my head, his lips grazing my hair with a tenderness that felt even more intimate than the passion from before.

As the credits began to roll, the amber light of the living room seemed to soften, pulling us deeper into the lull of the late hour. riki shifted, pulling me closer until I was practically on his lap again, my face tucked into the crook of his neck. He let out a long, satisfied sigh, his chest rising and falling in a steady pace. He began to murmur something about how tired he was, but he didn't let go. He just held me, his fingers tracing the line of my shoulder with a lightness that felt like a caress.

"cmon.. let's get you to bed, angel." 

he whispered, his voice now a gentle hum rather than a husky rasp. He stood up with a fluid motion, lifting me slightly as he shifted his weight, refusing to let me walk on my own. He guided me toward the bedroom, his arm anchored firmly around my waist as my legs wrapped around his waist. There was no teasing now, no demand for begging or praise.. just a quiet, overwhelming warmth that settled in my stomach. He treated me like something fragile and precious, a stark contrast to the possessive hunger he'd shown on the couch.

Once we reached the bedroom, the cool air of the room hit us, but riki quickly pulled the blanket back, ushering me into the sanctuary of the sheets. He climbed in beside me, the mattress dipping under his muscular frame. He didn't just lie down.. he pulled me back into his orbit, wrapping his arms and legs around me in a protective cocoon, his chin resting atop my head. I could feel the steady thrum of his heart against my back, a rhythmic reminder of the years we'd spent growing up together.

He pressed a final, slow kiss to the nape of my neck.. not one of passion, but one of pure, unadulterated affection. 

"goodnight pretty girl.." 

he breathed, his voice barely a whisper. 

"sleep well.. and make sure to dream of me." 

he let out a soft chuckle.. i felt a small, contented smile pull at my lips as I relaxed completely into him. The tension of the day and the electricity of the evening faded into a peaceful haze, replaced by the scent of his skin and the comforting weight of his embrace.

As the silence of the apartment settled around us, I felt the same sense of security I’d felt since high school, only now it was layered with something deeper, something that felt like a promise. riki tightened his hold for a brief moment, a silent acknowledgement that he wasn't going anywhere, before his breathing slowed into the heavy rhythm of sleep. Wrapped in his warmth, I closed my eyes, drifting off to the sound of my best friend's heartbeat, knowing that tomorrow would start exactly the same way.