JELLIES — m.riku [18+, MDNI]
getting in a relationship through jellies must’ve been a mistake—or not.
pairing — nonidol!maeda riku x uni student fem!reader
contains&warnings !! :: fluff , strangers to lovers , profanities , porn w plot , mentions of masterbation ( f & m ) , mentions of having oral ( f & m ) , oral ( f receiving ) , unprotected sex ( dont!! ) , heavily intimate, creampie , slight dirty talk , overly consensual riku , riku being uncertain , indications of fingering at the end ( f receiving ), overuse of pretty , not entirely proofread
wc :: 3.4k
andbie time !! :: eek !! my gift for supporting my smau is HEEEEERREEEE!!! enjoy it enjoy it
you were heading home after a failed dating game made by your university, honestly how do they come up with those every festival? MBTI dating game? seriously? honestly never pair an I for an I.
11pm. you enter a convenience store close to your apartment, as you enter you’re greeted with a buzzing sound coming from the ceiling lights, the beep sound from the cashier, and six men busy buying things.
two were together, one putting things back the other was getting, saying it was “too expensive”. one was trying out the free samples, all of it. two are bickering which ramen to pick for ramen night. lastly, one is holding jellies, tons of it.
chaotic but the norm in the city of seoul; you minded your own business, buying a quick dinner with a drink and dessert, heading towards to the cashier but as fate decides for you, you bump into someone.
you wince lightly from the impact, immediately looking down at the floor, your food didn’t get mushed at least, it’s just in a heap of jellies. you look up to see the jelly guy, “oh im sorry i wasn’t looking!” he apologizes with a bow, then crouching to pick up his jellies, and you followed suit.
“no no no im sorry too i didn’t see you there either.” you replied, picking up your supposed dinner for the night. you look up to him seeing his cheeks flushed, maybe from embarrassment, but you found it cute. he was the first to get up, “uhm im sorry again miss—“
you cut him off, “y/n, my name is y/n.” you stand up as well, trying to make eye contact with him but he’s looking everywhere but you.
“calling me miss makes me feel old, and i don’t think our ages are that far apart.”
he nods silently, “well if that’s the case… my name’s riku.” he finally looks to you, and there was a couple of seconds of silence, as if the both of you are registering how the other looks out of this world.
“riku! come on we’re gonna go pay” a voice cuts the staring contest off, with riku sheepishly smiling at you, and with you finally back in reality. you both look at the cashier, and the other five men are there, there you realize the six of them are friends.
“i gotta go…sorry for bumping into you again, y/n” he apologizes one more time before heading towards them, placing all his jellies within their purchases.
and you’re just standing there, watching him in awe, you were so star struck by him—the outline of his nose, those pretty eyes, the plumpness of his lips…your daze got cut off by the front doors opening, they left already. you groan, how come after a bad blind date from that stupid dating game earlier, god sends a majestic looking man—so handsome enough to be one of his angels, just for him to go away after five minutes of interaction?
you head towards the cashier with accepted defeat, maybe you aren’t cut for the dating stuff, you literally just lost sight the most angelic man to walk on this earth. you were about to leave after paying for your food, “oh miss! one of the guys before you told me to give you this,” the cashier pulls out a pack of jellies, handing it to you. your hope is back!
you thank the cashier and left the convenience store quickly, looking at the pack of jellies, then you flip it at the back side, it has a phone number written on it.
it’s been 9 months since that, and it’s been 8 months since you started dating riku.
god it’s unbelievable. the dates are phenomenal, even if they’re so simple sometimes. his kisses, his cuddles, his hands—
“you haven’t had sex and you guys have been dating for 8 months already??” your friend, karina, blurted out. you groan, drinking another shot of soju.
“what’s wrong with that?” you replied, raising your voice to be heard over the blaring music being played in the bar.
you and your friends decided to hang out and have drinks after a stressful day in uni, which is a good—and bad decision. another one of your friends, yujin, snorted “seriously- don’t you have needs?”
“oh my god seriously stop trying to make my sex life as the topic.” you complained, ordering drinks after drinks—highball, beer, you name it. and then you became drunk. now you were complaining about your sex life.
“god i love him i really do! but doing it on my own won’t satisfy me, it doesn’t satisfy me!” you babbled and babbled, and your friends regret talking about your sex life at the first place.
“you are done for the night y/n, damn you’re drunk as hell” karina sighed, taking your phone, to which she has access to, and called the first person she thought of.
you were practically winded out, arms stretched on the table, face flat on the table, then a hand snaked around your waist, a hot breath right beside your ear. “hey baby, im here.” riku whispers, slowly helping you to get up from your seat, which you stubbornly allowed. he grabs your things and apologized to your friends for you—which you will definitely thank him for the next morning.
“do you wanna go to my place or yours?” he asks, buckling your seatbelt for you,
“wherever, yours, mine, tomatoe tomato” you hummed, which made your boyfriend chuckle, and kiss you on the forehead. “okay mine it is.” god he knows you too well.
you both arrive at his apartment, you requested him to give you a piggyback ride, which he happily complied to. the moment he opened the doors and put you down, you immediately laid on his couch,
“why not my bed baby?” he asks, placing down your bag on the dining table, “hmm, didn’t think of that…” you mumbled, getting cozy on his couch.
he laughed, scooping you up without warning, “geez! heads up mister!” gosh you were so drunk.
riku lays you on the bed gently, brushing strands of hair that’s bothering your face, “you wanna clean up and change to comfortable clothes pretty?” he asks, though he’s already getting the micellar water and makeup pads that he bought for whenever you’re in his place, opening his closet to get his favorite hoodie—which is yours as well.
you didn’t need to ask, and he didn’t need for you to ask either. he gently wipes off your makeup, listening to your mumbles without saying anything, taking off your jeans and shirt.
“riku, am i pretty?” you asked, to which riku raised his brow, “of course you are baby, you’re the prettiest.”
“is my body pretty?” you asked, stopping him from his actions. “everything about you is pretty, y/n.” he replies with ease, but you weren’t satisfied.
“look at my body, then answer” he gulped at your request—demand, but obliged, he took a good look of your nearly naked body, your usual red laced bra and red panties with a cute bow covering what’s left to be seen, “yes you are pretty, all of you.” he kisses your collarbone, and your body responded, to which he tried his best to ignore.
he finally gets you to wear the hoodie and he lays beside you, arms wrapped around your waist, sneaking a kiss or two on your lips, “goodnight pretty,” he whispers, closing his eyes.
he hoped you were drunk enough to not remember that night the next day, but you didn’t.
you remember how cold sweat formed on his temples when you asked him to look at your body, how his bulge grew, how is bulge felt as he was spooning you.
8 months turned into 10 months, yet nothing. no sex. makeouts? yes, oral? yes, sex? no.
not that you should complain, right? and you most certainly cannot complain right now.
you guys decided to visit japan, to visit his family in fukui. you were both nervous and excited to meet them, and riku comforted you all throughout.
you both arrived at his childhood home, he held your hand, reassuring quietly. “they’ll love you, i promise. and you’ll love them too, pretty.” he whispers as he rings the doorbell, “oh i hope so…”
and he was right, you got along well with all of them, his parents, his sisters, his aunts and uncles, older and younger cousins, all of them. he watches you play with his younger cousins, your smile that immediately affects not only him, but others.
“so, you finally found someone huh?” his oldest sister stood next to him, watching you as well. “are you gonna bully me for it?” he replied, glaring quickly at bis older sister before looking back at you.
his sister laughs, crossing her arms, “i’d love to but, you found a good one.” riku’s mind froze, he looks at his sister, appalled, “you mean that?”
“of course i mean it, just look at her,” and so he did, he looks at you, so lovingly. “she’s pretty, she’s caring, she’s funny, she’s smart, she’s matured, she’s good with kids, don’t lose her riku.”
his sister patted his back, “i hope you’re not doing anything stupid in your relationship” she added before excusing herself, heading to their other cousins.
and he is doing something stupid. he’s holding back. only he knows just how much he wants to kiss you, worship you, praise you, feel you. only he knows that he jerks off after you visit him, after dates, after hanging out with you. only he knows how much he’s holding back to the point it physically hurts, and he doesn’t know what to do.
he definitely knows that you want him as much as he wants you, and he knows you’re just trying to respect his “wishes” of not being ready yet. he’s an idiot like that.
but seeing you get along with his entire family, laughing with his parents, gossiping with his sisters, playing with his younger cousins, as if you’ve been with him since his day 1, caused his mind to fuzz.
there he knew it’s you he wants till his last breath.
“that was actually so fun” you smiled, you loved how welcoming his family was to you, it felt so refreshing. “your younger cousins are so cute! oh but you were so much cuter as a kid.” you kept going, taking off your accessories, shoes, and he just hummed, watching you prepare for bed while he just sits on the bed.
you guys have arrived at your hotel, and you noticed he was quieter than usual heading back, but you thought maybe it was just his social energy running out. “baby are you okay?” you asked, already in an oversized white tee and shorts, “im okay pretty, just tired” he smiles at you, watching you get under the sheets.
“come on wash up and lay with me, please?” you teased him with your pout, to which he rolled his eyes playfully.
he enters the bathroom, and soon as he closed the door, he sighed, hard. all he could think about all day was you.
you in that long floral dress that you obsessed over before meeting his family, you with your usual pretty makeup, you listening to his embarrassing childhood memories laid out by his sisters and his parents, you walking with him heading back to the hotel.
you looked like god sculpted you to glow under the moonlight, with the stars existing to just watch you.
he runs himself a warm shower, but it isn’t enough, nothing that isn’t you is not enough. and his resistance is hanging on by a thread.
he gets into his pjs and leaves the bathroom, seeing you almost asleep. he quietly lays next to you, but the sinking feeling next to you made you open your eyes.
“you took awhile there, i almost slept” you mumbled, squinting your eyes to adjust at the dim lights.
“sorry pretty, shower felt really comfortable.” he pecks your lips, you got out of the sheets, tangling your legs with him.
“you know we could just do that under the blanket right?” he says, wrapping an arm around your waist.
“yeah but this feels much better”
he hums, then silence fills the room.
it was peaceful, but ignored tension fills the air, then tension they both wanna break.
“you got along with my family well, thank you pretty.” he broke the silence, his fingers tracing your spine, something you have difficulty not reacting to.
“they made it easy for me to be comfortable, i love all of them” you replied, then you start to feel his lips place kisses on your neck, your shoulders, your collarbone.
“mhm, and they love you too." he mumbles between kisses, kisses that slowly turned sloppy. something you just go crazy for, and he knows it.
you tried to lightly laugh the tension off, but that didn’t work. of course it didn’t work, how could it?
how could it when you can feel riku’s hand under your shirt, fingers ghosting over your sensitive skin, landing right under your breasts?
“ ‘m thanking you pretty,” he mumbles, slowly getting top on of you. “thanking you.”
looking at his eyes—those sweet, nurturing, yet starving, lovable eyes… got you dampening your panties. and he knew.
“may i thank you, pretty?” he tilts his head, eyes on your laying body, lifting the hand underneath your shirt till your breasts were exposed.
as if serenaded by his voice, you nodded. he looks at you thankfully, as if you were his last chance to breathe—to live a life in this world.
he lowers himself down, both hands on your sides, feeling every inch of your curves, kissing the valley of your breasts, the center of your torso, your stomach—like a man who fell in love with a sculpture.
and to him you are a sculpture perfected by the heavens above.
“so perfect—every inch of you.” he whispers out, and you whine, each sensation he gives you reaches your pussy, pulsating from each kisses.
how can be this be so intimate? how is it physically possible? riku does in fact exceed the limits.
he spreads your legs wider, settling his face in between, seeing the dampened shorts that’s threatening to leak. you could just whine with how he looks below you, such a sight.
he looks up at you, “keep your eyes on me, okay pretty?” he says as he busies himself by taking off your shorts, and panties, throwing them somewhere in the room.
“okay—oh fuck.” you breathed out, because the man under you wasted no time to lick a stripe on your pussy, and your hand reaches for his hair, tugging gently.
he kitty licks you, for his own pleasure, to hear those desperate whines coming out of your pretty lips.
“please riku…” you whined out, like a cat in heat, your eyes shutting out of reflex, making him moan while his tongue finds its way into you over and over again. and the vibration of his moan added the feverish sensation.
he stopped abruptly, the cold air hitting your pussy harshly, “i said eyes on me pretty.” he reminds you, and you obliged.
he delves back into you, and the pace turned fast—now he’s eating you out like a mad man, making your hips stutter again, and again, and again.
“so close… so close…” you choked out, the grip on his hair tightening, just enough to make riku moan again.
“cum pretty, please.” he as well choked out, not wanting his tongue and lips losing contact of your pussy, determined to catch all of your arousal.
you finally came, moaning his name like a mantra while he devours your orgasm, sipping every ounce of you.
his eyes are on you, eyebrows wrinkled upwards, eyes sparkling, as if he’s thanking you for allowing him to do something he’d been wanting to do for so, so, long.
he moves back up, chest to chest, lips glistening from his own saliva and your orgasm. “ ‘m not done thanking you yet, pretty.”
he takes off his shirt, his toned torso exposed, and you’re just salivating from the sight. he sees where your eyes are at and smiles, “i’m gonna be thanking you all night, y/n.”
he kisses you gently, as if throughout this he’s asking for your consent over and over again, and of course you keep giving him it.
next thing you know? your shirt is gone, his bottoms are gone, so is his underwear. for the first time, both of you are completely bare together.
“is it okay pretty?” he asks for consent once more, coming out as a whine, and he doesn’t realize that he’s grinding against you, his dick getting covered with your arousal.
“yes… please.” you replied, as if you’ve been begging your whole life.
he doesn’t waste time and slips the tip in first, your hands gripping the sheets tightly, even from the slightest stretch.
inch by inch, your moans fill up the room, he’s completely in you, “fuck y/n, you’re so tight.” he hisses from the immense pleasure.
“can i move now pretty?” he asks, begs. you nod in an instant. he starts slow, concerned that if he goes faster—or as fast as he wants to, you’ll get hurt.
you’re thankful that he’s being considerate, really. but all you want is for him to truly show just how much he wants you, cause god—you’ve been wanting this for so long.
“faster baby please,” you pant out, your hands on his back, your eyes pleading with you. “i’ve been needing you for so long”
“anything for you pretty.” he mumbles, his lips all over your body, one hand kneading your breast, his thrusting faster—harder.
you lock your legs around his hips, feeling him bottoming you so damn good. “feel so good riku…” you whimpered, twice. “feel so good…”
he latches his lips onto your other breast, sucking so messily, the whole scenery is messy if you think about it.
“you’re taking me so well pretty,” he mumbles while still sucking your breast, “taking me whole.” he continued, coming out as a whine, feeling your walls tightening around him while he was complimenting you.
he thrusts without pattern, his mind quite literally blown away with this situation. “fuck baby if you keep clenching like that i’ll—“ he stops himself from talking “fuck i need to be in deeper i can’t—“
you nearly didn’t register his words, “w-what…—“ you were cut off when he switches positions, one of your leg over his shoulder, him on his knees, supporting himself as he doesn’t stop his thrusts. if you thought he bottomed you out completely already, then you’re wrong.
he’s in you, deeper. fucking you deeper. and at this point? you’re seeing stars. “shit riku..!” you moaned out, you look up at his eyes, eyes that are clouded with pure pleasure.
“i can’t help it pretty, been wanting to-“
“been wanting to do this for so long.” he confesses to you, which you let it pass through both of your ears.
“ ‘m so close,” he whines, the hands on your hips tightening, and you are grabbing anything you can hold onto for your sake.
both hips are stuttering, that familiar knot feeling in your stomach building up, “riku fuck—riku…!” you grab onto his forearms while you came the second time for the night.
he puts down your leg and leans down, placing his face on the valley of your neck while he chases his own high, “w-where do you want me to cum, p-pretty?”
starting to feel overstimulated, you weren’t able to answer for a couple of seconds, whining and whining from his thrusts. “i-inside,”
you feel him nod at your answer, your fingers digs deep on his back, out of breath yet whining while he pounds into you harder and harder.
“fuck baby im gonna fill your pretty tight pussy with my cum-!” his hips thrusts hard, cum filling you. his hips jitter slightly, before finally finishing.
he pulls out and pulls back, panting so hard, his body glistening with sweat. sitting with his knees, he looks at you, head to toe.
“you look prettier with my cum, baby.” he pants out, a soft smile appearing on his face, and you laugh lightly.
“ ‘m glad to hear that, riku” you reply, halfheartedly, he watches his cum and your cum dripping out of you, before hovering over you again, his fingers on your pussy.
“is it okay to thank you again, pretty?”
