Midnight Affairs: Tokyo Secret Wives Club

She rose slowly, legs trembling slightly from the intensity of their night, but the hunger in her eyes hadn't faded. If anything, it had only deepened.

"I'll be on top this time," she murmured, voice low and still breathless. "Let me ride you…"

Her words sent a throb through Riku's already half-hard length. He lay back, arms folded behind his head, eyes fixed on her as she moved.

She swung a leg over him, straddling his waist, her soft inner thighs brushing against his hips. The way shalone, bare, flushed, glowing with sweat and release, made his chest tighten with a primal mix of lust and awe.

She was art in motion. Her breasts bounced ever so slightly with each breath, her nipples stiff in the cool air. Her waist curved in, hips wide and strong above him, her body molded by desire.

She looked down, cheeks flushed, hand reaching between her legs. Her fingers found him, firm and hot in her grip. She stroked once...slow, teasing...then lined him up.

Her eyes met his. "Ready?"

Before he could answer, she began to lower herself. Inch by inch. Deliberate. Torturous.

"Aaahhhhnnn…" she moaned, head falling back as he stretched her open.

Riku let out a low, guttural sound, half growl, half groan. "Fuck… you're tight…"

Her nails dug into his abs for balance. She was panting now, her voice shaky. "Aaanhhh… Aaanhhh... god…"

She sank the rest of the way down with one determined thrust, taking him fully inside.

"Oh....fuck!" she cried, thighs shaking, her hips instinctively grinding to adjust to the size and pressure.

"You didn't have to take it all in one go," Riku teased, gritting his teeth as her walls fluttered around him.

She gave a breathy, embarrassed laugh. "Shut up…"

But she didn't say anything more.

She started to move. Slowly at first, gentle rocks of her hips, each stroke dragging him deep inside.

Riku watched, utterly entranced. The way her breasts bounced with each motion. The way her lips parted, eyes half-lidded and glassy with pleasure. The little gasp she made every time he hit just the right spot.

"You're fucking beautiful…" he muttered, sitting up slightly to run his hands up her thighs, gripping her waist. "Look at you…"

Her pace picked up. She braced her hands on his chest and rode him harder...moaning, whimpering, losing herself. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed softly, mixing with her gasps.

But soon, it was too much.

Riku's hands gripped her hips tightly. In one swift motion, he sat up, wrapped his arms around her back, and stood.

She gasped in surprise, legs wrapping around him on instinct. "W-wait! What are you doing?!"

"You were too slow," he growled into her ear.

Without warning, he began to move again...pumping up into her, lifting her with every thrust, fucking her as he stood. Her moans turned wild, desperate. Her nails scratched his back. She held on, trembling, letting him take her the rest of the way.

"F-fuck, Riku...Riku!" she screamed, not caring if the neighbors heard.

Ten minutes of burning rhythm, sweat mixing, hearts racing, bodies slamming.

And then, as if their souls synced in the same pulse....they both cried out, coming together again in perfect, messy, breathless climax.

She collapsed onto his chest, twitching, moaning softly against his neck.

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She stayed there for a while, not moving, not speaking. Just breathing. Letting herself feel everything.

Her cheek rested against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, warm skin against hers.

It felt… safe. Steady. Like nothing bad could touch her here. Like she was allowed to just exist.

And for a moment, it felt like this was what it was supposed to be.

Being held like this. Being wanted like this. No rush. No cold silence after. Just warmth.

It hit her all atalone, this feeling she hadn't known she was starving for.

Like this is what it should've felt like. Being held by the man you married.

Her throat tightened.

Her mind wandered before she could stop it.

To Kenji.

To their wedding night. How he'd lifted her up in laughter, kissed her forehead like it meant something. How he used to wait up for her, call just to hear her voice, bring her tea when she got migraines.

She blinked hard.

That version of him didn't exist anymore.

Now he came home late, didn't bother to explain. Left his phone face-down. Spent more time with "clients" than with her. She'd stopped asking where he went.

Because deep down… she already knew.

Her fingers curled on Riku's chest without thinking.

He felt it.

"Hey…" he said softly, rubbing her back with the flat of his palm. "Talk to me. What just happened in your head?"

She didn't answer right away. Her lips parted, but no sound came out.

Then finally, with a bitter laugh caught behind her words, she said:

"You know what hurts?"

She paused.

"It's not just that he cheats. It's how… casually he does it. Like I'm not even worth lying to properly anymore."

Her voice broke, but she kept talking, because if she stopped, the pain might just swallow her whole.

Riku didn't move. He let her speak. He let her bleed.

"He brings girls into this house, Riku."

Her voice cracked.

"Doesn't matter if I'm in the next room or asleep in this bed."

"He even brought bitches I have beef with. Deliberately. Just to humiliate me."

She swallowed hard.

"He thinks I'm too weak to fight back."

Her voice rose with a bitter, quiet rage.

"All this because I told Yua what he was trying to do to her. He wanted to pursue her like some predator, and I warned her. So he punished me."

"Now I'm the whore in his eyes. He literally said, 'If you don't like it, go get your own. Do the same. I don't care.'"

Her body trembled again....but not from pleasure this time.

"He thinks I'm a whore, Riku."

"And maybe I am now. Maybe I just needed… someone to see me again."

Riku didn't speak.

Not yet.

He simply turned her face to him, made her look at him. And when their eyes met, there was no lust left. Just fierce, protective heat.

"You are not a whore."

"You're a woman who's been treated like shit by someone too insecure to handle your spine."

"You warned Yua because it was the right thing to do."

"You stayed silent about his affairs because you still had hope."

"And you came to me…" he exhaled, forehead touching hers,

"…because I was the only one who made you feel like more than someone's accessory."

She closed her eyes.

"Why does that make me feel so guilty?" she asked quietly.

"Why does doing something for me… feel wrong?"

"Because you were trained to believe love means sacrifice. That it means shrinking."

"But it doesn't. Not here. Not with me."

He pulled the sheets around them, holding her against his chest.

"Let him rot with the girls he thinks can feed his ego. Let him rot with the women he uses like mirrors."

"You're not one of them. You never were."

She didn't reply this time.

She just buried her face into the crook of his neck.

"Don't let go."

"I won't."

And that night, as the moonlight softened across their skin, she finally slept.

In someone else's arms.

But for the first time in forever… not alone.