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Suggestive, toxiccc dynamics, inspired by situationship riki, wc: 537
You slowly open the door into his bedroom, heart dropping as soon as you lift your gaze. Your eyes meet the silhouette of the boy you'd endeavoured to avoid all night.
Riki is sat at the foot of the tidy bed, his attention completely focused on the open balcony doors to his left. You stand in the doorway to his right, stomach tightening in all of those far too familiar ways as you carefully observe his features. Your body subconsciously hesitates, not knowing whether to take a step forward into the dark room, or stay exactly where you are.
His cold tone breaks the silence, an inkling of surprise playing behind it. "You came. Why?"
"What do you mean why?"
A slight hint of annoyance carries through your reply as you question him underneath your breath, shame already settling heavy in your chest. He was always so skilled at causing you to feel persistent embarrassment.
Riki keeps his eyes off you, gaze fixed on his hands resting in his lap.
Of course he knew why.
He was the one who had summoned you to him.
"I treat you horribly,"
A scoff escapes you. Why does he sound so vulnerable?
You take this rare opportunity to step into the room, your legs carrying you forward, closing the space between your bodies.
That haunting gaze of his finally lifts to meet yours.
"You've only now realised? We have got to stop doing whatever this is-"
You motion aimlessly between the both of your bodies, a lump forms in the back of your throat at the way he's refusing to break eye contact.
"I can't keep doing this."
"I can't help it," Riki continues, voice quiet as he scans your face, "I keep wanting to use you. Over and over again."
God, he's sick, you think--yet somehow you feel as though you're the sicker one, the way that dehumanizing admission made you catch your bottom lip between your teeth.
Suddenly needing space to cool down, you start to move towards the balcony, a sharp exhale escapes you in the process,
"You're sick."
A tight grip clasps around your wrist before you can make it any further, and within moments, your smaller frame is pulled against his towering one. His face is mere inches from yours, his voice now brushing your ear.
"Say it to my face."
Riki's whisper sends an evocative chill down your spine, like an overwhelmingly powerful drug to your system. You can't help but stammer in reply as he backs you up against a cold wall, your reaction drawing an unsettling, quiet laugh out of him.
He loves, no, he lives for how your body betrays you every single time.
Even with all of your shared arguments, constant sharp words, repeated threats--somehow your body, always without fail, remembers him before your brain can make sense of what is actually happening.
Your breath begins to pick up as one of his hands settles above your hips, gripping at your waist. You bring your hand up to cover his, the size difference almost comical.
"You missed me," Riki murmurs, pink, soft lips beginning to brush over your own. Finally.
NSFW · food play, dry humping. slight mention of having a few drinks · wc: 1059
A comfortable silence fell upon your cozy apartment as you hugged the last of your friends goodbye. You smiled, watching the hum of conversation and soft laughter fade down the long hallway. A sense of warmth soon engulfed you as you felt your boyfriend's arms snake around your figure from behind.
Your clingy boy.
Riki clung himself onto you like a koala, leaving a lovingly tender, lingering kiss against the side of your neck in the midst of you closing the door.
"Thank you for tonight," he murmured softly as his arms tightened around you in a comforting embrace, his voice laced with sincerity.
Smiling to yourself, your heart fluttered, skipping a beat.
Or maybe two.
The surprise gathering you had hosted the night before Riki's birthday turned out to be a big success! The both of you spent an evening laughing with your friends, making countless new memories with the people closest to him.
"You didn't have to go all out for me like this," Riki added as you turned within his grasp, finally coming face to face with the boy who towered over you. He scanned your features, nothing but pure adoration had settled within his gaze.
A soft chuckle escaped your mouth as Riki pulled you into a hug, you spoke into him, "Of course I had to. My baby deserves it..."
He rested his arms atop your shoulders, your head safely cradled against his chest. You adored your little sappy-in-private boyfriend, but after the few drinks you had that evening, the lingering scent of his cologne had started to become intoxicating.
"I haven't even given you your present yet,"
You could feel the slight tilt of his head beside yours before he pulled back, eyebrows furrowed at your sudden statement, "Did I not unwrap them earlier-?"
"Mhm," You nodded weakly, a mischievous glint found its way into your eyes, "Not all of them, though."
You took one of your boyfriend's hands into your own as you led him to take a seat on the sofa, picking up a cupcake off the kitchen counter along the way.
A smirk tugged at his lips, "Is this where you sing me happy birthday~?"
You held your giggle in, not wanting to ruin the tension you were carefully trying to set. What an idiot.
You climbed onto your boyfriend, straddling his lap, "You wish,"
His gaze dropped to the cupcake within your grasp, as you lazily smoothed your thumb over the white frosting. His hands instinctively tightened around your hips, steadying you on his lap as his eyes followed your very deliberate motions. Riki could feel his stomach beginning to tighten as you brought your finger to your lips.
His smirk faltered, breath hitching almost imperceptibly at the sight of you licking at your thumb.
"Y/n..."
There was a tremble within his voice, in which amused you.
You assumed it must've passed midnight by then, after all of the back and forth between the both of you. You made sure to make your voice as sultry as humanly possible whilst whispering a happy birthday into his ear.
"You've got frosting on your- your lips," the special birthday boy murmured, voice thick with anticipation as his eyes didn't dare to look anywhere else apart from your frosting-covered lips. He gently took the cupcake out of your grasp and placed it beside him.
Between the butterflies that danced within his stomach and the hairs that stood along his spine, the poor boy beneath you was completely gone... No words, no thoughts, nothing. His mind was lost in a fog thicker than a rainforest's mist. His bottom lip was at the brink of trembling as he fought to suppress only the nastiest, most explicit scenarios of you within that fogged-up mind of his.
Your gaze trailed down his torso, hands tugging at the thin fabric of his shirt, "Well, do something about it then,"
Riki melted into your touch as his lips brushed against yours almost instantaneously, tasting all of the sweetness you had to offer him. He moved against you tauntingly slowly, in desperate need to savour every last bit of you.
Riki, clearly at a loss for words, inhaled sharply as he took in the sight before him. The grip he had on your sides tightened ever so slightly, and his attempt at swiftly pushing your hips down onto his crotch mostly definitely didn't go unnoticed by you.
No words were exchanged after you pulled back, only hungry, desire-filled looks were passed between the both of your bodies. You took the moment to slide off your sweater, revealing a delicate, fiery set of lingerie underneath.
A red ribbon tied in the front is all that kept the soft lace of the bralette together.
"Like what you see?" You picked up more frosting, before proceeding to paint it across your chest.
Riki's gaze darkened as his tongue darted out to wet his soft, pink lips. "You're unbelievable," he muttered, sharp eyes burning into yours.
Smiling, you continued to taunt the fragile-minded boy.
"You missed a spot..."
Riki pulled your body closer into his, pressing his wet lips to the warm skin of your chest. One of your hands slid its way up and around the back of his head, fingers settling into his hair. You tugged at the soft strands, eliciting a soft, delicious whine from him. By that point, he had given up on trying to be subtle about guiding your hips against his crotch. You allowed him to help you find a steady rhythm as you moved with him.
Each kiss was painfully slow, lingering... As if he wanted to memorize the taste of you, your entire being. His large hands slid up your sides, thumbs brushing the lace of your lingerie as he continued to kiss along the line of frosting.
Your breath caught as you felt his thumbs undo the ribbon.
The feeling of having his lips move against your skin in such hunger, such desperation, caused a few high-pitched whines to fall out of your lips, which had only caused Riki to guide you against his bulge faster.
The frosting had long since stopped being cold, yet the heat of his mouth sent shivers cascading down your spine.
...
Riki mumbled against your now-wet skin, his chest rising and falling heavily, struggling to stop himself from continuing to lick at it,
thinking about hot and heavy make out sessions with niki. Not even sex, but it’s like 2 in the fucking morning, and you know that black little couch in his room,l? You’re both on that, straddling him while you’re hands are all. Over. Each other.
Sharing hot breaths, panting into each other’s mouths while you’re fingers tangle among his hair and his hands grasp and squeeze your ass. When you’re not kissing, your lips are pressed together while you’re trying to maintain a human pace of breathing while not being able to get over each other.
The lights are off, there’s no sound other then your pants and desperate whines from both of you.
my STOMACH.. heavy make out sessions that don't lead to sex are so superior.
maybe it's cause of how deep his voice has gotten now idk but just. his voice. it unlocks something so unhinged, so incredibly feral within me. likei need to be locked away. forever. there's just something about a man with a beautifully deep voice like his being all whiny..
anyways, he needs to get rid of that couch before i go insane
Your steps halted abruptly after opening the door, a quiet gasp slipping from your lips. The sound broke the hushed stillness of your boyfriend's dorm room as your gaze remained fixed on the scene before you.
Riki let out a soft chuckle as you watched him slide a pair of sweats over his boxers, his back remaining turned towards you. You hadn't intended on walking into him changing, though, you had no intention of leaving.
Your gaze followed the outline of his figure as he pulled a clean, white tank top over his bare skin. The smug boy turned around just at the right time, allowing for you to catch a glimpse of his toned torso.
"Take a picture, babe; it'll last longer," you could hear the smirk in which played behind his playful tone, and yet, it sounded like it was laced with a hint of something more.
Instead of retreating in embarrassment, you found yourself wanting to become bolder than you usually are during moments like these. With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you proceeded to grab your phone out of your pocket. One of Riki's eyebrows raised in surprise as he watched you step towards him.
As much as he wanted to keep his composure calm, and cool in front of you, he couldn't deny the fact that he could feel an array of butterflies erupt within his stomach as you approached him. The sight of you alone did unspeakable things to his brain. A small, warm smile found it's way across his lips as he welcomed you into his personal space.
After swiftly opening the camera app and hitting record, you handed him the device.
"Turn around and hold it still," your voice was calm, yet firm, "Okay, baby?"
Riki remained silent as he followed your instructions. He soon found himself facing the mirror he was previously changing in front of.
You stepped in front of him.
"Send me the video later—?" his voice had dropped a few octaves all of a sudden as he scanned the features of your face carefully, your chest tightening at the smooth sound of it.
You began to caress the soft skin beneath his tank, your fingers leaving light traces across his buldging abdominal veins.
"Only if you be good."
Riki's stomach caved beneath the soft touch of your hands at your response. He was your good boy, after all.
With your back facing the mirror, he ensured you were still seen in the frame of your phone as he recorded the both of you through the large piece of glass. He watched you like a hawk. The way you knelt before him caused his breath to already start hitching within the back of his throat.
Riki needed you.
Badly.
The both of you held eye contact as you untied the strings of his sweats, nothing but his almost-shaky breaths were heard within the quiet room. With the way Riki's mouth hung open slightly, it looked as if he was about to drool over the sight of you. He ran a hand through the strands of his dark hair, stopping for a moment to pull at his roots from anticipation, as you successfully undressed him.
You too were salivating, eagerly anticipating what was about to come.
