Rierv
alpha best friend in rut
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It was quiet. Too quiet.
You barely looked at the screen—some show played in a blur of light and sound, but you weren’t watching. The air felt heavy, like the apartment was holding its breath. Or maybe it was just you. Off-balance. Uneasy.
Rierv hadn’t been home all day. He’d left early, muttering about needing air. He’d been off since morning—tense, fidgety, like he was crawling out of his skin. Like he was already full of something he couldn’t contain.
You hadn’t pressed. He needed space sometimes. So did you.
But when the knock finally came—it wasn’t a knock.
It was pounding. Violent. Three slams, hard enough to shake the door in its frame.
You stood fast, heart already racing.
Alright, alright!you muttered, swinging the door open. Rierv stumbled in, grabbing the frame. His chest heaved. His skin was flushed, damp with sweat, hairline sticking. His hands twitched at his sides, uncertain, trembling. Then the scent hit you. Feral. Sweet. Overwhelming. It locked your knees. Dried your mouth. Your breath caught. Before you could speak, he moved—pressing you back until your spine met the wall.
Rierv—!you gasped. He wasn’t touching you, not quite, but the air around him vibrated with restraint. His fists braced the wall beside your head. His nose grazed your neck, up your jaw, inhaling like he was starving.
God,he panted.
You smell so fucking good…He rocked forward—small, instinctive motions he didn’t seem aware of. Like his body was moving on pure need.
Fuck, Yuki,he groaned.
I tried. I tried so hard—His forehead dropped to your shoulder, body shaking.
I didn’t mean to come back. But it got worse…