Help! I Became A Guy In A BL Novel!-Chapter 119: Cheater

After Ronan had his fun teasing, he happily obliged. Riven did ask for him, and what kind of a mate would he be if he did not do what his little omega asked?

Ronan opened his mouth wide enough to welcome Riven’s shaft. He looked at Riven as he took him into his mouth. The familiar feeling and taste filled his mouth.

He carefully moved his neck to take it all in, sucking as he moved. He could feel Riven’s muscles tense under his grip. Soft moans filled the quiet night as Riven struggled to stay still. He kept moving, he kept rocking forward to get closer to Ronan’s mouth.

To be pleasured more, and to possibly choke him. Riven smiled at that thought as he scooched forward.

"Mmmmf-" As he did, he felt Ronan’s fangs slightly press against his shaft. Whatever kink this was, he was into it! It felt so... Good!

Ronan slightly let go of his hot throbbing member, he breathed against it while whispering, "Don’t be in such a hurry, strawberry."

Riven blinked. Who was Strawberry? Was he being cheated on?! It could not be his name, could it? Nothing about him screamed strawberry. Right now, Riven has already imaged dozens of scenarios where Ronan met another and lovingly called them a strawberry!

He scootched back, pulling his member out of Ronan’s mouth completely. The alpha frowned at the emptiness in his mouth. The familiar taste was gone.

"Who is Strawberry?!" Riven demanded, voice high and accusing, his brows furrowed so tightly they nearly touched. His ears were stiff with indignation, and his tail lashed behind him in erratic bursts of annoyance.

Ronan didn’t answer right away. Instead, he let out a deep, rich chuckle that only made Riven puff up even more. Riven tried to push himself off the Alpha’s chest, clearly offended, muttering something under his breath about two-timing mutts.

But before he could rise to his feet, Ronan’s arms shot out and pulled him back down, effortlessly catching Riven and bringing him crashing against his chest once more.

With a soft "oof" Riven landed, no longer straddling him, but more sprawled across Ronan’s broad chest, caught like a cat who had been trying to make a dramatic exit but was foiled by its owner’s arms.

"I’m serious!" Riven growled, though his bark was softened by the pink blooming across his cheeks. "You have to tell me who this strawberry is, I’m not gonna stand for this, I will kill you-"

"-Riven," Ronan interrupted smoothly, his hand already sliding up, fingertips gently brushing against the twitching fluff of one of Riven’s ears. That made Riven flinch. "You’re the only one I call that," he added, voice low and calm, like he was soothing a skittish pup.

"Since when?!" Riven argued!

Ronan debated whether or not to tell Riven the real reason he called Riven strawberry.

Riven tried to pull away again, but Ronan was already fondling his ears, rubbing the base in slow, circular motions that had Riven’s breath catching in his throat. His body betrayed him, softening against Ronan, even though his expression was still locked in a pout.

"I hate that you can just... do that and I stop being mad," Riven grumbled, turning his face to the side in a half-hearted act of defiance. His voice trembled slightly, his tail frozen mid-swish.

Ronan didn’t stop, though. His touch grew gentler as he leaned up just a little, resting his chin against Riven’s shoulder and whispered, "Do you know that the inside of your ears are pink?"

Riven blinked.

"A delicious pink..." Ronan continued, his voice thick with playful intent. "...Just like a strawberry."

Riven’s tail twitched violently once, then froze again. His ears flattened slightly, more from embarrassment than anger. "Y-you’re just saying that because you’re in trouble," he muttered, lips now pressed in a straight line.

But Ronan didn’t deny it. Instead, his hand slid from Riven’s ear down to his cheek, then traced along his jaw with featherlight affection. His thumb brushed Riven’s bottom lip, and gently tugged it down, exposing just the tiniest peek of his teeth.

"And your lips..." Ronan murmured, his eyes locked on Riven’s mouth now. "They’re as pink as a strawberry too."

Riven’s breath hitched. His fingers curled against Ronan’s chest, gripping fabric for balance, even as his mind buzzed from the attention. "Stop talking about strawberries," he muttered in a whispery protest.

Ronan smirked, the kind of smile that made Riven’s stomach flip-flop in the most unfair way possible. His hand slipped behind Riven’s head again, supporting him just enough as he leaned in. Their noses brushed, lips so close now that their breaths mingled again.

"And they..." Ronan’s voice dropped to a husky murmur, "Taste like a strawberry as well."

And then — without rushing, without any overwhelming force — he kissed him.

It was soft at first. Tender. His lips moved slowly over Riven’s, savoring every second. Riven, who had been stiff only moments ago, melted almost immediately. The protest on his tongue dissolved before it could be voiced. His body betrayed him yet again — pressing in closer, welcoming the warmth, the safety, the electricity of that kiss.

Riven’s fingers unclenched and slid up to Ronan’s shoulders, holding onto him like an anchor. His lips parted slightly, allowing the kiss to deepen just enough — not rushed, but filled with emotion. The affection. The reassurance. The promise.

When they finally parted, just barely, their lips still brushed as they spoke.

"There is no one else," Ronan said quietly, the honesty in his voice unmistakable. "Just you. Just my strawberry."

Riven wanted to say Ronan sounded cringy but he could not protest, not while being in his arms anyway. any cheesy or cringy line sounded romantic.

He kind of forgot what they were doing earlier, but Ronan did not. His hand that was on Riven’s waist traveled to his front and grasped Riven’s member. He smirked and informed Riven generously, "The tip is pink... Just like a-" He looked at Riven to complete the sentence.