Midnight Affairs: Tokyo Secret Wives Club

The car rolled to a slow stop in front of a quiet bungalow. Stone steps led to a wooden gate, worn and steeped in quiet history, soft lantern light casting golden shadows over the path.

Fuyuma slipped out first, heels clicking softly against the stones. The night clung to her silk dress like a second skin, shimmering, seductive. Her eyes caught his the moment he stepped out, lips already parted in invitation.

Riku hesitated a moment, he rarely came to places like this, rarely let himself unwind. But tonight, she'd promised something different. Something darker. Something raw.

Her fingers found his, warm and insistent, threading through his with practiced ease.

"Come," she whispered, voice low and urgent.

She didn't just lead him, she clung to him, pulling his hand down to rest on her hip as they moved toward the gate.

But just steps before the entrance, she spun on him, mouth crashing onto his in a wild, desperate kiss. No patience. No teasing. Just raw hunger, grinding against him with shameless need.

Riku pulled back just enough, eyes dark with amusement and something fierce. "You're acting like a bitch in heat. Can't even wait a minute?"

She breathed hard, pressing her hand over his, fingers sliding lower until they brushed against the damp silk covering her heat. "I can't. Not even a second. Feel this? That's how much I want you. I'm dripping."

He let out a low chuckle, voice thick with desire. "You're really a whore."

"Only yours," she breathed, slipping her dress from her shoulders and letting it pool at her feet, bare skin glowing softly in the lantern light.

He glanced toward the quiet street. "People can see."

She pressed his hand firmly against her chest, eyes blazing. "Let them see who I belong to."

His control cracked.

Without hesitation, he swept her up in a princess carry, legs curling around him like she weighed nothing. But his voice dropped to a growl in her ear.

"I can't risk your reputation."

Stepping through the gate, into the dim shadows of the house, he held her close....possessive and fierce.

"Where?"

She tilted her head, breath catching. "Our bedroom. The one I shared with my husband. I want you there. Only you."

A primal growl ripped from his chest as he pushed open the door.

Tonight, that house would remember only them.

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He didn't speak as he kicked the bedroom door open, wood slamming like a warning shot.

With rough certainty, he tossed her onto the bed.

Fuyuma gasped breathlessly, silk sheets whispering beneath her bare skin. Legs parted instinctively, one heel slipping off the edge, the other barely clinging.

Her hands reached for him.

"Please, Riku....now. I can't wait."

He didn't answer, just stood, shirt half undone, jaw tight, watching her writhe in want.

Her fingers moved to guide herself, desperate to prepare, to tell him how badly she needed him.

But his hand caught her wrist.

"No."

Low, stern.

"I know how much you want this. But if I rush …" His hand slid between her legs, parting them wider with unbearable patience. "You won't walk for a week."

Her breath hitched. Nails dug into the sheets.

She opened her mouth to protest, but he slipped just the tip inside.

Her scream shattered the silence, sharp, raw, the sound of a body pushed beyond limits before movement even began.

"Stop! Riku, wait....!"

He ignored the plea.

Because he knew exactly what that scream meant.

She was overwhelmed. Consumed. Every nerve alive and trembling for more.

"Isn't this what you asked for?" His voice dropped to a dark murmur at her ear, slow to pull back, then pressing in again...just a fraction deeper.

"You dress like that. You tease me all day. Now you want to tap out?"

Tears formed at the corners of her eyes, sensation crashing over her like a storm.

"No...don't stop....please....!"

A wicked smirk curved his lips.

Good.

She remembered who she belonged to.

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He kissed her so deeply she forgot her own name.

Her body bucked when he entered just the tip.

Her scream cut the room.

"Stop, no don't stop...stop...Riku...oh fuck..."

Her eyes rolled back as her arms wrapped around his back like steel cables.

"Oh god… it's too much, he hasn't even started and I'm already falling apart. I wanted this. I begged for this. But now? Now he's going to ruin me."

Her mind spiraled in helpless pleasure.

He thrust deeper, slow and deliberate, groaning as she pulsed around him.

"Why so slow?" she whimpered, biting down on his shoulder.

He chuckled against her neck. "Because if I don't, you won't survive the first round."

He moved like he had all the time in the world. But her body, hers was already gone.

"I can't...Riku...fuck...wait...."

Her words broke apart, senseless and soaked in need. Her hips betrayed her, lifting to take more.

"No… yes...yes...please!"

He began to thrust with rhythm now, her hands grabbing his arms, digging her nails in.

Her back arched, eyes wide, mouth open in a silent scream that turned into a broken moan. Thought vanished. She was just nerves and light and pulse, riding the edge with him buried inside.

"I'm gonna...ahhhnnn..."

"I know," he groaned.

"Wait… wait… no no… I'm still… I'm still… ahhhh…"

Her entire body seized. Her legs trembled uncontrollably.

"I can't..." she gasped. Every thrust blurred into the next. "Riku, please...wait...I'm still....ahhhn...."

But he didn't stop, and her body didn't want him to.

She creamed all over him and he didn't slow down, even as her walls clenched tight, even as she went limp under him.

"You're still dripping for me…" he muttered, voice thick with obsession. "Fucking love how wrecked you get when I say your husband's name."

She moaned louder, hips twitching, tears in her eyes.

"Say it again…" she begged.

"What, that you're married?" He laughed, then whispered in her ear.

"You're my favorite little betrayal."

He pounded her now, unrelenting, one hand pinning hers above her head, the other gripping her thigh open.

"Harder....faster....fuck me like you hate me...."

She sobbed the words, and he gave her exactly that.

Their bodies moved like animals, no rhythm, just hunger and chaos.

Their bodies slammed together in perfect rhythm, a wild staccato of want. His voice was low, ragged. "With me… now."

And she shattered on that command, moaning his name like prayer.

"Riku....fuck....I'm...."

"Do it....let it go....fuck...."

And they released, together. Her head thrown back. His face buried in her neck.

Silence took the room except their gasping breaths.

She lay beneath him, boneless and bliss-drunk, still twitching around him. "I can't feel my legs…" she murmured.

He kissed her temple.

"Told you you weren't ready."

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Author's note:

Tell me, What's the next boundary they break?

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