───── MY HOME 西村 力 N. RK ⭑.ᐟ
ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ after months of being buried in the idol life, riki yearns to be in your arms again ｡｡ ɪᴅᴏʟ!ʀɪᴋɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
FLUFF & wc. 800 + / kisses, skinship, petnames ｡｡
after months of performing under blinding stage lights, smiling for cameras, running on adrenaline and caffeine, rikis body finally gives up before his ego does. he stumbles into the apartment long after midnight. the door clicks shut, and with it, the idol persona slides off him like a heavy coat dropped to the floor.
for a moment, he just stands there in the dark hallway, staring at nothing, swaying slightly like he might fall asleep right there. his breathing is shallow, his eyes half lidded with exhaustion. his hands are trembling. not from cold, but from pure depletion. he should shower. he should eat. he should stretch. but there’s only one place his body wants to go and that’s to you.
he walks through the dim hallway, his footsteps unusually quiet, as if even the floorboards feel sorry for him tonight. the apartment smells faintly of your vanilla body lotion and home, warm, safe, familiar. the bedroom glows with gentle yellow lamplight. you’re there, lying beneath a blanket, glasses still on, book slipping from your fingers as your eyes blink heavily.
you hear him before you see him. “baby…” he breathes, voice papery and worn. you turn your head, and the second your eyes land on him, hair messy, shoulders slumped, face vulnerable, your heart softens instantly. “ki…”
he doesn’t undress, doesn’t unpack, doesn’t speak. he just climbs into bed and collapses into you like you’re the only stable surface on earth. his head finds your neck, burrowing into that space like a lock clicks into it’s key. his arms wrap around your waist and squeeze tight, desperate, wordless.
you stroke your fingers through his hair, slow and loving. “you’re shaking,” you murmur. “i’m just…so tired,” he mumbles into your skin. “i feel like i haven’t stopped moving for weeks.” his voice cracks on the last word.
he presses a soft kiss to your neck seeking your warmth, your reality. you feel the warmth of his lips sink into you. your hand travels down his back, tracing every knotted muscle. riki exhales shakily like the air finally remembers how to leave his lungs. his body settles into yours, tension dripping off him one muscle at a time.
for the first time in days…he’s not performing. “i missed you,” he whispers. you gently tilt his face up, holding his cheeks with both hands. his eyes, heavy with exhaustion and emotion, meet yours. you kiss his forehead soft and slow. his eyelids flutter. you kiss the bridge of his nose. his lips part with a tiny breath and his body relaxes further into you.
then you kiss each cheek, slow and warm. his lips part with a soft sigh, like he didn’t know how badly he needed this. he whispers, barely audible, “don’t stop.” so you don’t. you press a delicate kiss to the corner of his mouth. then the other. then finally a soft kiss right in the center, barely touching, just enough.
he lets out a shaky sigh, eyes closing fully now, as if surrendering to you. he slips one leg between yours, tucking himself close. his palms slide under your shirt to rest against your back warm, steady, connected. his thumbs make slow, lazy circles on your skin, not for any reason except he needs to feel you there.
“everyone wants a piece of me lately,” he says quietly. “staff, fans, cameras…i feel like i’m always being touched, always being looked at, always performing…but none of it feels real. it’s like i’m…hollow.”
you kiss his temple. “you’re not hollow.” you kiss his cheek. “you’re not alone.” you kiss the corner of his jaw. “you’re home now.”
finally, you kiss his lips again properly this time. slow, deep, and warm. he leans into it heavily, mouth moving against yours with a softness that nearly breaks you. your thumb strokes his cheekbone, and he sighs into your mouth, the sound small and sincere.
when you pull back, his eyes are glazed with relief. “can i…have another?” he whispers. you kiss him again longer, gentler. and again. and again. each kiss feels like quiet medicine.
eventually he shifts so that he’s lying almost fully on top of you, his weight cocooning you. his cheek presses to your collarbone, hair tickling your chin. your arms encircle him like a blanket, holding him securely. you kiss the top of his head, breathing him in.
his breathing finally begins to slow…arms tightening around you like he’s anchoring himself. “you’re home now,” you whisper into his hair. he hums, almost asleep already. “thank you…for being my safe place. for letting me be just…me.” his voice trails off. his breathing deepens. even as he falls asleep, his fingers curl into your shirt, his leg remains tangled with yours, and his entire body remains molded to you holding on.
and that night, under soft lamplight and blankets and quiet breathing, idol riki disappears and your riki stays wrapped around you, finally at peace.
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