Riku in his “Ansem” form. Could write about him all day. Not super hardcore NSFW in this one. More like a lead in to it? Anyways, hope you enjoy!
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**M!Reader and Riku in his Ansem Form**
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You leaned against the wall in the library, idly watching Riku search through the shelves of books. It was the middle of the night, both of you unable to sleep with everything going on. There was so much stress and tension in the air between the Organization and your mysterious ‘employer’, DiZ, it left both of you restless. Riku pulled out a book, flipping through the pages about the history of the Organization that DIZ had compiled. With a heavy sigh, he shut the book in one motion and leaned his head against the shelf.
“This is useless,” he murmured, his voice low and rumbling.
A hum of thought escaped you as you looked towards the ceiling. “We could make out to pass the time.”
Riku huffed with amusement, shaking his head, but you noticed the tips of his ears burning red. “This isn’t exactly the time to joke around.”
You smirked, shrugging, “Eh, had to try.”
His amber eyes met with yours, a thought obviously heavy in his mind, but he dropped it and looked away. The two of you had been friends for years. You grew up together on the island and ever since it had been destroyed, you had been at Riku’s side. Despite the romantic tension between you, neither of you had ever fully confessed the growing feelings you had for each other. Riku would occasionally flirt back with you, or your hands would occasionally lace together, but ever since that night… the night he confronted Roxas and came back with a new face, he hadn’t responded to any of your advances.
You noticed the way he’d flush, or get quiet every time you tried to flirt with him. Sure, his new face was off putting at first, but you couldn’t deny that he still looked attractive, just… in a different way than before.
“You should head to bed,” Riku spoke up, interrupting your thoughts.
“What if I’d rather be here with you?”
He paused, his eyes slipping shut as he sighed. You didn’t think he was going to reply as the quiet seconds passed, and just as you began pushing yourself off the wall to head out, he muttered.
“…Why do you keep doing that?”
You blinked, turning towards him. “Doing what?”
He shook his head, “It’s nothing–”
“No,” you stepped towards him, crossing your arms. “What is it? Why do I keep doing, what?”
A heavy breath slipped out of him. “Those… comments. Trying to get a reaction out of me.” He looked back at you, the warmth on his ears spreading to his face. “Why do you keep doing them?”
“Haven’t we always?” You asked slowly, stepping closer. “Or did you just forget about all those times we’ve flirted?”
He scoffed, averting his gaze, his face tinting red. “Of course I didn’t forget.”
“Do you want me to stop?” You pried, leaning your head over to be in his sight so he’d meet his eyes back with yours. “Cause I will if it bothers you.”
“It’s not that,” he assured you with a quiet tone. “I just… I guess I don’t get why you keep doing it after… “ His voice trailed off.
“After what?” You urged him to finish his thought.
“This,” he motioned towards himself. “What I look like, who I am… I don’t get how this isn’t pushing you away.”
Your eyes softened as you reached out and grabbed his hands, much to Riku’s surprise. “Because, under all of that, you’re still you.”
The slightest smile tugged at the corner of his lips as his eyes downcast towards your clasped hands. He squeezed them in his grasp, your hands looked so much smaller in his. The hands that he still couldn’t recognize as his own.
“Riku,” you softly said his name, waiting for his eyes to meet with yours, before you leaned up on your toes and met your lips with his.
He pulled back with a gasp, his eyes widened. “W-what are you doing?”
“Do you want me to stop?” You asked, a smirk pulling at your lips.
He swallowed hard, only managing to subtly shake his head before you met your lips back with his. This time, he kissed you back, his lips moving slow and cautiously. You could feel the heat radiating off his face, the slight tremble in his hands, but all you could focus on was how perfect his lips felt against yours.
Your hands slid up his arms to his chest, pushing him back against the bookshelf. He groaned quietly into your mouth, his hands hesitantly wrapping around your back to pull you closer. A sharp breath slipped between your mouths when your tongue flicked across his bottom lip. You slid your tongue along his, guiding him to relax and get lost in your touch. You weren’t sure where all this confidence was coming from. There had been dozens of moments you wished you had worked up the courage to kiss him, tell him how you really felt, but something about this moment felt perfect.
A gasp escaped you as his hand slid down to your backside, melting into a moan when you could feel the slightest bulge rubbing against your own. His previous self consciousness was melting away, replaced with the familiar cockiness he used to have. You moaned again, your hands grabbing the collar of his coat as you broke the kiss and trailed your lips to his neck. He sighed out your name, his breath hot against your ear, and you couldn’t help but groan in response.
“Riku,” you murmured against his skin, “Fuck, I need more.”
He groaned, kissing your jaw before pulling back so he could see your eyes. You stared back at him, both of your chests heaving. Swallowing hard, his gaze drifted to your lips and he leaned down, gently pressing his mouth against yours.
“Are you sure?” He muttered, his lips barely apart from yours.
“Only if you are,” you breathed out, meeting your mouth back with his for a moment. “God, I want you, Riku. I’ve always wanted you.” You kissed him again, moaning softly as his tongue met with yours. You didn’t care if you sounded needy, or desperate, all of your emotions for him were flooding to the surface. “It’s never mattered what you looked like.” You whispered the moment your lip lock broke.
His eyes darted over her face, before his hand slid up behind your neck and crashed your lips back together. Neither of you were sure what was about to happen or where this would lead. You only knew that you wouldn’t regret it. You were his and he was finally yours.
