⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀No way back N.R
Pairing: 西村 力 x fem! reader
Wc:1765, smut(mdni)
synopsis: A simple evening with your best friend turns into something more.
contains: best friends to lovers, kissing, fingering, cum eating(?), piv, unprotected sex, finishing inside, pet names, praises, love confession, after care.
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It all started as friends. You were inseparable since high school; sharing lunch, walking home, copying notes, and having sleepovers. It wasn't malicious for both of you, thinking it's not impossible to have a friendship like you and Riki have.
It was night, you two decided to have a drink since the midterm's over. You've been doing this together for years, it's your usual routine after school. He was sitting next to you, thumbs tracing circles on your knuckles, gaze locked into yours while you talked to him. You're used to this. You know him for too long to memorize his traits; listening intently, attention focused on you, his soft touches that you found comforting.
Yet this time is different. He was leaning closer, lips brushing on your pulse point, hands interlacing yours as he pinned them down on the mattress. You froze from the sudden pleasure he holds. He slowly sucked your skin, nibbling it gently before biting it hard enough to leave a mark. He did it a few times, each time turning you on more than you expected.
He pulls back suddenly, chest heaving as he looks at you with desire. Before you can react, his lips pressed on yours, fingers threading through your hair, tilting your head up as he pushed his tongue inside.
Your body melted instantly, lips parting to kiss him back. Without breaking the kiss, he shifted his weight on top of you, pressing you deeper into the bed. His hands slid down to your waist, gripping it firmly as he rocked his hips against yours. The feeling of his body against yours was new and intoxicating, causing you to moan into his mouth.
He swallowed your moan, one hand sliding up your shirt to squeeze your breast over your bra. His other hand went lower, unbuttoning your jeans. He broke the kiss to trail kisses down your neck, biting and sucking as he went. "Lift up," You lifted your hips instinctively, allowing him to pull your jeans and underwear down in one swift motion. He tossed them aside carelessly before kissing you again deeply. His fingers found their way between your legs, rubbing gently at first before increasing the pressure and speed based on your reactions.
He inserted two fingers inside you, curling them upward while his thumb pressed against your clit. Your back arched off the bed, and he smiled against your lips. "Shh, just let go," he whispered, adding a third finger. Your walls clamped around his fingers, and he felt you getting closer. "That's it... let me feel..."
His fingers pumped relentlessly, hitting that sensitive spot inside you over and over while his thumb worked tight circles on your clit. The coil in your belly snapped, your body trembling violently as you came hard around his fingers. He guided you through it, slowing his movements but not stopping, drinking in your moans. He pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth to taste you.
"Fuck, you taste good," he groaned, sucking his fingers clean. He kissed you harshly, pushing his tongue deep into your mouth so you could taste yourself on him. His hands went back to your thighs, spreading them wider apart as he positioned himself between them.
He rubbed the tip of his cock against your slit, teasing you slowly. "Been wanting this for so long," he breathed against your lips, pressing the head against your entrance. "So fucking long." He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, giving you time to adjust to his size. Your walls clenched tightly around him, and he let out a low groan.
He leaned down to kiss you deeply as his hips started moving, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in. Each movement was calculated to hit deep inside you, his pelvic bone rubbing against your clit with perfect pressure. "Wrap your legs around me," he commanded softly, and you obeyed immediately. He went deeper, hitting that sweet spot that made your toes curl.
He increased his pace gradually, his hips snapping against yours in steady, deliberate thrusts. His hands gripped your thighs tightly as he watched your body respond to his movements—the way your breasts bounced with each push, the way your lips parted to let out soft moans.
"You're taking me so well," he praised breathlessly, his angle shifting slightly to grind against that sensitive bundle of nerves inside you. The pleasure was overwhelming, blurring the lines between your long-standing friendship and this newfound intimacy. He leaned down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking harshly while his hips maintained their relentless rhythm.
You gasped at the new angle, his length battering against your sweet spot. “Ki… Feels so good,” You whimpered out softly, your arms wrapping around his neck to hold him close.
"I know, baby, I know," he cooed softly against your skin, his hips snapping harder to hit that exact spot repeatedly. He loved hearing you whimper his name like that. He buried his face in your neck, sucking another mark right over your pulse point as his arm hooked under your knee to push your leg higher, opening you up completely to him.
His thrusts became slower but deeper, each one drawing a shiver from your body. His hand came up to cradle your face, thumb brushing across your bottom lip as he watched you through half-lidded eyes. "Look at me," he whispered, his voice rough but tender.
You locked eyes with him, and suddenly it wasn't just about the physical anymore.
The eye contact made everything feel raw and intimate, every thrust carrying words they hadn't spoken aloud. He captured your lips in a tender kiss, his pace never faltering but somehow becoming more affectionate. "I love you," he breathed against your mouth, the admission slipping out naturally as if it had always been there between them. "I've loved you for years."
Tears welled up in your eyes at his confession, and you kissed him back fiercely, pouring all your unspoken feelings into it. You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, pulling him even closer as if trying to merge your souls. "I love you too," you whispered back, your voice breaking slightly. "Always have."
His eyes widened, then softened into something warm and vulnerable—a look you'd never seen on him before. His thrusts slowed to lazy, drawn-out rolls of his hips, savoring every moment. The hand on your face moved to your hair, fingers threading through the strands gently.
"We were stupid for waiting this long," he murmured, pressing his forehead against yours. He captured your lips in a kiss that was less about lust and more about pure devotion, his hips moving in slow, deep circles that made your whole body tremble. The intimacy was overwhelming, your heart pounding in sync with his. "Let me make you feel good," he whispered softly.
He reached down between you, his thumb finding your clit again while he adjusted his angle. You gasped sharply, your walls fluttering around him. His pace picked up gradually, determined to make you come again before he did. He could feel his own climax building but pushed it back, focused entirely on you.
"Come for me, sweetheart. Let me know when you get there," he murmured against your lips, his thumb rubbing faster, applying perfect pressure. He could feel your inner walls starting to clamp around him, your breath hitching. "That's it... let me feel you." The stimulation pushed you right over the edge. Your body bowed off the bed, a broken cry of his name tearing from your throat as your orgasm crashed into you. Your walls clenched rhythmically around his cock, pulsing violently as you rode out the intense waves of pleasure. He guided you through it, whispering soft praises against your temple. "So beautiful... you're doing so good."
Your orgasm triggered his own release. He buried himself deep inside you with a groan, his body shaking as he came hard, filling you with his warmth. He kissed you deeply, swallowing your moans as he rode out his climax, his hands gentle and caring even in the midst of intense pleasure.
As the last shivers of pleasure subsided, he stayed inside you, kissed you deeply and thoroughly, like he was pouring all his unsaid emotions into it. His hands roamed your body gently, not with hunger now, but with affection and something softer. "I love you,"
"I love you too," you whispered back, your fingers playing with the hair at his nape. You felt him softening inside you but he made no move to pull out yet. Instead, he just held you close, his weight supported on his forearms so he didn't crush you. The moment felt fragile, as if you spoke too loudly it might break.
He carefully shifted to the side, slipping out of you before pulling you into his arms immediately, tucking your head under his chin. He pressed soft kisses against your hairline, his hands rubbing soothing circles over your back. The silence between you was comfortable, heavy with the realization that nothing would ever be the same again. "We're okay?" he murmured softly. "We're more than okay," you whispered, shifting so you could look up at him. His eyes were so open, so unguarded. You traced his jaw gently. "You don't... regret this, do you?"
"God, no," he answered immediately, pressing a kiss to your fingers. "I regret every second we waited. Not this. Never this."
"Good," you smiled softly, snuggling back down against his chest. "Because I don't think I could handle you regretting making love to me." You blushed slightly, realizing how serious the words were. "I mean... you know. Having sex with me."
He chuckled softly, the vibrations rumbling through his chest. "Making love," he corrected gently, tilting your chin up to press a soft kiss to your lips. "And I could never regret anything about you. Not a single thing." He wrapped his arms around you tightly, holding you like you were something precious.
You nuzzled into his touch, your body molding against his. You'd always fit like this—like two pieces of the same puzzle. But now, knowing what you knew, every touch felt different. Every sigh. Every laugh. Like you were finally seeing him the way you were always meant to. As the night wore on, he found himself unable to stop touching you. His hands roamed your body reverently, like he was trying to memorize every curve, every freckle. He kissed you slowly, deeply, like he had all the time in the world and nothing else mattered.
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