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.
Riki would be so touchy, even during the softest of makeout sessions.. He'd need to have his hands on you at all times. Whether that'd be in the form of smoothing them over the small of your back, having his fingers dig into your hips... He just needs to be touching his baby.
Playful make-out sessions with bf!riki.. Both of you giggling between kisses, him showering your face with soft pecks, him just being so smitten over you, and vice versa.
He'd love making out with you during cuddle sessions..
Imagine making out with him as Every Kind Of Way plays in the background.. He'd be so perfect. It'd be so sensual, yet so soft with how loving he is.
I can see him being such a messy kisser.. If he's not leaving a quick peck against your lips, he's devouring them with his own. His kisses would be so wet, dripping with desperation and need..
We all know how pretty his lips are.. God, they'd feel so soft against yours. They're just so perfectly plump, the perfect size, just perfect. He'd love it if you were to take his bottom lip between your teeth, it'd leave him a whiny little mess for you.
Having you in his lap would be one of his favourite positions to make-out with you in. His hands kneading at your ass, your chest pushed up against his, he'd be in heaven.
Body worshipper subby riki... Like that's your babyboy. Your needy, passionate, overly-hungry-for-your-lips babyboy.
The most delicious sounds would fall out of his mouth mid make-out session. Breathy moans against your lips, his quiet whines mixed in with the sounds of the wet kisses you'd share..
Another position I can see him enjoying kissing you in would be where your back is pressed up against his torso, preferrebly whilst he's sat with his back against the headboard of a bed or something. Your head would be turned to the side, him kissing you over your shoulder.. You being in-between his legs like that would allow his hands to further roam your body. He's just so big, he'd have easy access to everywhere.
He would never be able to get enough of you and your lips.
"Rikiiii—" you squirm beneath your boyfriend's large frame, a smile tugs at the corners of your mouth as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth. He hums in response to your whines, his actions against the side of your neck not slowing down in the slightest of ways; your noises only turning him on that much more.
What started as an innocent-enough make out session on your bed, has now taken a sudden turn for the.. better. After some playful bickering between the both of you, Riki managed to pin your figure against the mattress. His hands hold your wrists down by either sides of your head, his body practically laying on top of yours, not allowing you to escape him.
"So pretty for me," his breathy voice purrs beside your ear, soon before grazing his teeth lightly along it. "Wanna taste you..."
The tickling sensation sends you into a fit of quiet giggles beneath Riki, he returns you a sultry smile, his lips now trailing along the skin on your jaw. His actions continue to follow down your neck, causing the playful expression on your face to twist into one that emits pure bliss, and pleasure.
The fact that you can feel him making small movements against your thigh, considering how close your bodies are pressed against one another's, doesn't help your overly flustered situation at all.
Riki's soft lips trace the contours of your neck, as he leaves traces of his warm saliva behind. Feeling his wet kisses against your skin causes you to arch your back off the mattress, your chest meeting his in the process.
He settles his lips on a spot right beneath the back of your jaw, knowing exactly where you like having him. The needy boy wastes no time in beginning to make out with the delicate skin, muffled moans escape his mouth as he starts to suck on it shortly afterwards. He lets go of one of your wrists, his hand now cupping the side of your face, holding you in place for him as he continues sucking on the opposite side.
"Fuck, baby—" you barely manage to utter beneath your breath as your freed hand gravitates towards his hair, your fingers grasping the strands at the back of his head. "Mm, r-right there."
With a final kiss against your skin, and tauntingly slow lick along it, Riki slightly lifts his head back up. His gaze stays focused on the obvious mark his mouth has left behind on you, he can't help but admire it for a short moment.
Feeling a sudden longing for Riki's lips to be back on your skin, you guide his head back down to where you need it. Your fingers, yet again, tug at the strands of his hair at the feeling of having him graze his teeth along your neck. You tilt your head back, surrendering yourself to him completely.
"Does that feel good?" his low tone speaks against your skin. "Hm?"
Feeling lightheaded, your bottom lip finds itself between your teeth again at his question, "Mhm." The smile on his face only grows cockier at your breathy reply.
Riki helps you remove your top before moving his actions to your chest. With the both of your hands now being free of his grasp, you take the opportunity to tug his muscle tee off too, discarding the piece of fabric somewhere across the bed.
He lifts himself off your body, straddling your thigh, as one of his knees settle in-between the both of your thighs. Riki looks down at your figure, admiring you through his hooded eyes. He had become an artist, you, his masterpiece. A canvas for him to leave his marks of desire all over.
As he continues to eye your chest, the newly scattered marks he's left across it causes something within his sweatpants to twitch.
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,
Your boyfriend had you worried for weeks on end, he was under so much pressure back at his company, working long nights in which you could tell were beginning to take a toll on him. He'd brush you off, telling you that he was okay, and not to worry about him every time you began to question him.
Though, this night was different.
A cup of hot tea in one hand, and a book in the other, you strolled into the bedroom to find Riki sat on the edge of the bed the both of you shared. His shoulders were slumped, face hidden behind his large hands as he rubbed at his features. The soft hum of the city below you was all that was heard in the silent room. Your gaze softened as you set your items aside, concern etched your face.
You stepped in between his thighs, your hands settled on either sides of his shoulders, "What's going on, love?"
The look on Riki's face in which had met your gaze caused an ache to swirl within your chest, that was the first time you had seen him so down. His eyes were weary, lifeless even.
"I'm just so tired." His voice was barely above a whisper, a faint crack had found its way into it, also. You knew he wasn't just merely speaking of that specific evening, but of the multiple weeks worth of pressure that had finally caught up to him.
Your gentle hands found their way into his hair as you smoothed over the soft strands, you pulled his face into your tummy, allowing him to rest against your warmth for a few moments. "I know, love, I know..."
His hands trailed up your legs, resting atop the back of your thighs.
"I don't like you seeing me like this," Riki's words were muffled as he spoke into your nightdress, it had sounded like he was holding back tears. "I'm sorry for bringing the mood down."
"You have nothing to be sorry for. You work hard, you're allowed to feel this way," you cooed, caressing your boyfriend. "Let me help you feel better, okay?"
He lifted his head off you, a look filled with gratitude had soon met your eyes. He gave you a gentle nod.
You swiftly moved to sit against the headboard, your legs stretched out. You ushered Riki to move to you, and so he did. You pulled his large figure to gently lie against your own. He rested his head on your chest, feeling the warmth and softness of your skin beneath his cheek.
Without another word, you began to trace your fingertips through the strands of his hair, your touch was soothing, and tender. Riki let out a sigh, the tension in his body had slowly began to melt away. As he laid there, listening to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat, he felt a sense of peace he hadn't felt in many weeks.
"Y/n," Riki murmured quietly, "Can we stay like this for a while?"
Your fingers continued their gentle caress, "You can stay as long as you need to, my love."
Riki shifted within his spot ever so slightly, his lips brushing against the lace of your nightdress as he brought a hand up to your chest. His fingers pulled at the material, revealing your breast closest to his face. His hand moved to cup the soft skin, in which had caused you to hold him tighter. Your heart ached with love, and the desire to ease his pain away.
Riki's eyes fluttered shut as he brought his lips to your nipple, his tongue escaping between his lips to lick at the sensitive nub. He soon began to suck at it gently, the intimate act brought the tired boy a sense of calm, and security. You continued to stroke his hair, your other hand traced smooth patterns against his upper back. He hummed in contempt, losing himself within the feeling.
"It's okay, Riki. I'm here. Just relax."
The world outside faded away as he focused on the feeling of you holding him. You couldn't help but let a few sighs of contempt escape your lips, too. The feeling of having your boyfriend's tongue play with you like that felt heavenly.
The stress, and anxiety in which had plagued his innocent self seemed to dissipate within the moment, it was replaced by a profound sense of comfort. Riki felt safe within your grasp.
Although he felt a sense of vulnerability, he also was incredibly grateful. In your arms, he didn't have to be strong or composed; he could simply be himself, raw, and open.
As he continued sucking at your nipple, his hand began to explore the contour of your other mound. His touch over the lace was light, unhurried. You responded to his palm pressing against you with a quiet sigh, your body had completely relaxed into his grasp at that point.
Although the moment shared between the both of you was incredibly explicit, and intimate, him kneading at your breast like that had caused worries, and stresses of your own to melt away with his touch. The two of you were just so good for one another, physically, and mentally.
After what had felt like half an hour of having Riki fondle you gently, his breathing became more even. Your whispered words of reassurance had finally coaxed him towards a calming sleep.
The steady rise and fall of his chest as he drifted off into a calm slumber brought an appreciative, sleepy smile to your face.
3:00 AM -- Finding Hope · part 2 · fluff · wc: 792
"I'm so tired," You sigh, watching Riki search for another song on the computer that he's currently sat in front of.
The both of you had spent the last couple of hours together in his personal studio, turning the tight space into a full blown karaoke room. All that you hoped for tonight was that no one would come knocking at the door, considering that Riki already had to sneak you into the company building.
Your body falls backwards against your sofa, yes, your sofa. The tiny, barely-seats-two one that Riki had cramped into the corner of his studio, just so you'd have somewhere to sit, or sleep on, when you'd visit him. You loved that about your best friend the most, his overly thoughtful and sweet nature. To Riki, your comfort and happiness has always been at the top of his priorities list.
Your gaze stays on Riki as you watch him scroll through one of his spotify playlists, your head resting on your arms in which are slumped over an armrest. Eliciting a hum of approval, he finally decides on a song after a few moments. The slow, soft melody that engulfs the space causes your eyes to flutter closed. It was a familiar sound, one of your favorites. You hear your best friend humming along to the tune, the sound of his soft tone further pushing you into a sleepy trace. It's about time the both of you finally took a second to calm down, to breathe.
Baby, it's three AM, had you on my mind...
"Here," A deep voice cuts you out of your trance, you blink your eyes open, "Lean on me, it's comfier,"
You glance over your shoulder towards the direction where the voice was coming from, suddenly finding Riki's body sat beside yours on the little sofa. You give him a small smile as you pick yourself up and off the uncomfortable armrest, you nuzzle yourself into his side. His body's warm, the fabric of his hoodie soft against the skin on your face.
He smells good, too.
"We should probably go home soon," You murmur against him, your eyes closing shut yet again. Who knows what the time must be, though, you're too comfortable and cozy to even care about it at the moment.
"Later," The boy beside you replies, his voice barely above a whisper as his hand snakes its way around to the side of your waist. He pulls you into him.
You nestle closer into Riki, enjoying the warmth of his embrace, and the comfort of his presence. Every other irrelevant thought within your mind fades away as you focus on the soft music playing through the speakers. The feeling of contentment envelops the both of you.
Cause baby, if I find a way, I'm sure of it, this love won't stray...
"..just give me a chance to say I love you, and I need you, now are you here to stay," Riki sings along quietly, his deep voice is as soft and as smooth as a cloud.
Despite the late hour, you have nowhere else that you would rather be than right here.
Wanting you more and more, I can't help but think of what we could be...
Without a single thought behind your actions, the lyrics suddenly cause you to lift your head off him. As you meet Riki's gaze, you find yourself getting lost within his sharp eyes, seeing a reflection of the emotions swirling within your own chest. Neither of you exchange a single word, yet a silent understanding engulfs the space between the both of your bodies, a mutual recognition of something unspoken, yet deeply felt. You feel the weight of the lyrics echoe within your mind, and stomach, in the form of a hundred butterflies.
As you continue to scan your best friend's face, you see a vulnerability in his expression. It's as if he's laying bare his soul before you, offering you a glimpse into his unspoken feelings.
"This feels dangerously intimate," You murmur out of the blue, the sudden seriousness had caused you to almost start feeling awkward. You and Riki were barely ever a serious pair when together, you needed to lighten the mood somehow..
Riki can't help but shake his head over your sudden remark, he lets a chuckle escape his lips. You smile at his heartwarming reaction, yet you can't shake the feeling that had just engulfed you moments prior.
You can't help but realize that perhaps the both of you had been dancing around the edges of something more profound than mere friendship.
"Best friends can kiss, right?"
Your eyes grow wide as Riki catches you completely off guard with his sudden question, your smile drops off your face.
Jay feels it's time to give you and your boyfriend, Riki, the talk.. with the (not so helpful) help of his other fellow hyungs
suggestive, crack, some swearing ♡ wc: 822 · requested
You and Riki exchange confused looks, he's trying to communicate with you through his eyebrows but you sit there shrugging at him in reply.. You're both just as clueless as one another.
"What's going on..?" You finally decide to speak up cautiously, "Did something happen?"
Jay and Heeseung glance at one another, crickets.
Jake's gaze is set on the ceiling and Sunghoon's next to him, looking over at Jay on the other end.
The four boys are sat lined up on a bunk bed opposite to the one you and Riki are currently sat on.
Jay had pulled you and your boyfriend into one of the dorm rooms without warning, privately, although you were sat there wondering what was private about having Heeseung, Jake and Sunghoon there too.
"Nothing bad," Jay finally speaks, "I- We just needed to talk to you about something,"
Riki sighs, "Then talk..?"
It's now Heeseung's turn to speak up, "Last night we heard some.."
He gulps obnoxiously loudly,
"..Some noises, coming from your room and we just wanted to make sure the two of you are being safe,"
You can't help but try to stiffle a chuckle, knowing exactly what they were reffering to. You look over at your boyfriend, he's hiding his face behind his hands.
"I told you to turn the volume down," Riki groans, he's irritated and embarrassed. You can't help but to continue chuckling away.
"She was showing me stupid tiktoks,"
Jake laughs at the situation, knowing he was the one who originally sent you those tiktoks. He apologises swiftly when Jay gives him a look.
"Ok, well- still, you're at that age now where we should talk ab-" Jay tries to continue but is cut off by a distressed Riki,
"Why are they here," He motions towards a smiling Jake and a dead silent Sunghoon, "You may as well have invited the other two since you summoned a council meeting to talk about my sex life,"
You almost snort.
"Babe, this isn't funny,"
"Their intentions are good.." Your voice trails off quietly,
"Why are we here?" Jake suddenly pipes up, his question being mainly directed towards Sunghoon,
"I don't know," The boy next to him shrugs, "I just wanted to listen in,"
"Can we please focus for a second," Jay's borderline irritated voice is heard, "So as I was saying-"
"Wait but Riki told me they already had sex..?"
Your eyes widen at Jake's comment, Sunghoon gasps quietly. You feel your cheeks starting to warm. Riki's gaze is now set on you, he's wondering if you're going to get upset at him for sharing everything with Jake. You didn't care.
Jay's eyes close with a sigh, "Can you two get out,"
"But I didn't say anything," Sunghoon's tone is defensive, yet it only takes one look from Jay for the two boys to quickly hurry out of the dorm room.
"Is it true..? Look, we just want to help," Heeseung speaks softly, you wonder if your cheeks look as bright red as they currently feel.
"It's normal to want to explore at your age," Jay adds, the boy beside him nods in agreement.
You play with your fingers that lay in your lap, Riki coughs beside you. He's running his hands through his hair, the poor boy does not want to be there right now. What seemed like a funny situation a few moments ago has turned into somewhat of a bit more serious conversation now.
"You can always come to us with questions, you know that, right?"
"Thank you, hyung, but are we done here..?" Riki groans,
After a few more minutes of Jay and Heeseung explaining the importance of using protection, Riki successfully manages to push the older boys through the door and out of the dorm room, leaving you a giggling mess on the bed.
"Thank fuck that's over," Your boyfriend sighs as he closes the door, leaning against it when it shuts.
His eyes settle back on you, you motion for him to join you back on the bed. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as the tall boy follows your order, you're still smiling.
"You know, Jay had a good point. It's normal for us to want to explore..."
"Mhm," Riki tackles you softly backwards onto the mattress, "What are you implying?"
Your fingers run through the soft strands of his hair as he attacks your neck with soft bites, and kisses. You can't help but giggle at the tickling sensation.
"Hmh.. Should we continue exploring?" Your voice is barely above a whisper. Riki's hand finds its way under your shirt, smoothing the warm skin above your hips.
"Ni-kiiiiiiiii, are you still in there!?" Jake's excited voice is heard before he leaves a series of loud knocks on the wooden door, "Unlock the door~"
You errupt into quiet laughter as Riki's head falls into the crook of your neck with a muttered 'what the fuck...'
