I just wanna pamper riki with kisses all over his flushed face when he’s sick, blow little raspberries against his lips when he’s sulky, rub his pink cheeks, pet his hurting belly, just pure fluff(but more intimate rather than jokes and games) and sweet talk(babying..?)
A request igggg!😁😁ty
𓆩✧𓆪OMG ANONNN I LOVE YOU FOR REQUESTING TS BRO ♡ please i had so much fun writing ts omdd, i hope i did it the way you wanted !!
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the apartment was quiet, but it wasn't the heavy, cold kind of silence.
it was just soft.
still.
the only sound was the low, congested hum of riki’s breathing from beneath the mountain of blankets on the bed.
he’d come home from dance practice late the night before with a scratchy throat and a very stubborn refusal to admit he was exhausted, but by morning, a full blown fever had settled into his bones. turning the usually energetic boy into a soft, fragile puddle.
you sat on the edge of the mattress: the bed dipping slightly under your weight as you set down a fresh glass of water and the fever reducers on the nightstand.
riki shifted, his long limbs tangled hopelessly in the heavy sheets as he tried to find a comfortable position.
his face was deeply flushed, a bright feverish pink dusting across the bridge of his nose and high up on his cheekbones. contrasting sharply with the pale, tired skin under his eyes.
his dark hair was a messy, damp mop against the pillow. sticking to his forehead from the sheer amount of sweat.
"riki-ah" you murmured, keeping your voice barely above a whisper so you wouldn't hurt his sensitive aching head.
he let out a tiny pathetic whine in response, his eyelids fluttering open just a crack. his dark eyes were glossy and heavy with exhaustion, looking completely defeated by a simple cold. when he saw you sitting there, his lower lip trembled slightly: turning up into a deep and completely miserable pout.
he was sulking.
he absolutely hated being sick, hated the physical vulnerability of it.
but more than anything, he hated feeling weak and missing out on schedules.
"look at you," you said softly, your heart aching at how small he looked despite his tall height. you leaned over him, placing one hand flat against his forehead.
he was burning up, the heat radiating off his skin in waves.
he moment your cool palm touched his skin, riki let out a long, shaky sigh, closing his eyes and leaning into the touch automatically.
"hurts," he mumbled, his voice thick and raspy. barely audible over the quiet hum of the room's ac.
"i know, baby. i know it does," you whispered back.
your tone dripping with an uncharacteristic softness reserved entirely for moments like this.
you leaned down further, pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to his burning forehead.
then another one to the crown of his head, right into his messy hair, breathing in the highly familiar scent of his shampoo mixed with the warmth of the fever.
riki’s breathing stuttered for a second before smoothing out, his tense shoulders dropping slightly. you didn't stop there.
you shifted your weight, placing soft and deliberate kisses all over his flushed face. one on his right eyelid, one on the tip of his heated nose, and another on his warm pink cheek.
with every touch of your lips, the stubborn line of his jaw relaxed.
"stop," he muttered weakly, though he didn't move away an inch. in fact, he tilted his face up just a fraction more, silently demanding the exact attention he was pretending to reject and dismiss.
"you're gonna get sick."
"i don't care," you replied against his skin. pressing another kiss right to the corner of his mouth simultaneously.
he let out another tiny, disgruntled sound, his bottom lip sticking out even more. amused by the stubborn pout, you leaned down and blew a quick, soft raspberry right against his dry lips.
the silly, vibrating sound made him flinch in surprise, his eyes flying wide open.
a tiny, reluctant huff of laughter escaped his nose before he quickly buried his face straight into the crook of your neck, hiding his embarrassment and the tiny smile he couldn't seem to repress.
"yah," he complained, his voice muffled against your skin, but his arms came out from under the blanket to wrap loosely around your waist: pulling you down flat against his chest.
"you're so cute when you're grumpy," you teased gently, your fingers finding their way into the back of his hair. untangling the soft strands with slow, rhythmic strokes.
he didn't answer.
just squeezed your waist a little tighter, his hot breath ticking against your collarbone in a continuous rhythm. almost calming.
you stayed like that for a long time, just letting him anchor himself to you while the room grew warmer with the afternoon light filtering through the blinds
after a while, you felt him shift uncomfortably. a small tremor running through his frame.
a faint gasp left his lips, and his grip on your waist tightened into a sudden, tense clutch.
"stomach?" you asked softly, recognizing the exact way he curled inward when he was in pain. he nodded against your shoulder, a tiny, almost miserable sound escaping his throat.
"cramping. it feels tight."
"let me see," you murmured. you gently came out of his tight hold, shifting so you were lying down right beside him on the mattress, face-to-face.
you reached under the heavy duvet, your hand sliding beneath the soft fabric of his oversized t-shirt. your palm found his stomach, which was tense and rigid from the discomfort of the fever and stress.
the moment you started moving your hand in slow, circular motions, pressing just firmly enough to ease the tension, riki let out a long, shaky breath, his entire body deflating against yours.
"is that okay?" you whispered, looking closely at his face.
his eyes were closed again, the thick lashes casting long, dark shadows over his pink cheeks. "yeah..."
"you're doing so well. just breathe for me, okay? let the medicine work."
you said, your voice dropping into that quiet tone that you usually avoided, but right now, it was exactly what he needed to feel safe.
you kept up the steady rhythm, your thumb occasionally brushing against the soft skin of his side to soothe him.
with your other hand, you reached up to gently rub his cheek, your thumb smoothing over the fever flushed skin, wiping away a stray bead of sweat that had gathered near his temple.
riki melted entirely under the undivided attention.
he was usually so independent. always trying to act older and more mature than he actually was, but in the quiet of the bedroom with your hands soothing his aches, he let all of that just...go.
he slid his leg over yours, tangling your limbs together beneath the heavy blankets, pulling you as close as humanly possible until there was absolutely no space left between you.
his head rested right under your chin. his nose pressing into the soft skin of your throat as he sought out your warmth subconsciously.
"thank you," he whispered, the words so soft they were almost inaudible amidst the quiet of the room.
you smiled into the dark of his hair, pressing one final kiss to the top of his head while your hand continued its slow circles over his belly.
"sleep, baby," you murmured against his hair.
riki let out one last deep sigh, his body finally going completely limp against yours as sleep pulled him under.
╰┈➤ : ̗̀➛ simi's note: im doing more riki fluff later bc im obsessed bro
