৻ꪆ SUMMARY : Riki spends all day driving you insane just to see how long you can hold out, and he’s more than ready to collect his reward the second you break.
Riki had been testing your patience since the second your alarm went off, treating your busy, high stress day like his own personal playground.
It wasn't even big things, it was the quiet, deliberate way he completely ignored basic requests just to see your jaw clench. When you asked him to move his stuff so you could actually work, he just gave you a low, lazy “make me” without looking up.
When you were on a deadline, running around trying to get shit done, he was right there in the way, stealing the exact spot you needed to sit, casually changing the speaker volume when you were trying to concentrate, or giving you a blank, amused stare when you specifically asked him to do one simple thing.
To him, it was all a game. To you, with your stress already hitting the ceiling, it was suffocating.
And whenever he was close enough to reach out, it was purely to throw off your focus—a sudden, heavy hand resting on the nape of your neck while you were pacing, or grabbing your wrist just long enough to pull you back against his chest before letting you go with that infuriating, knowing smirk. He knew you were at your limit, and instead of giving you space, he leaned right into the chaos.
You had spent the entire day biting your tongue, swallowing every sharp retort, and fighting a losing battle against the heat and frustration rising under your skin. You were determined not to give him the satisfaction of losing your cool. Because the second you snapped, you knew you’d be playing right into his hands.
He was starving you out, patiently waiting for the exact second your resolve crumbled.
By the time the sun’s gone down and the apartment is quiet, you’re in the bedroom, arms crossed, scrolling on your phone like it’s the most interesting thing in the world. Riki’s stretched out on the bed behind you, shirtless, grey sweats slung low. You can feel his stare burning into your back.
“Baby,” he drawls, voice low and lazy. “You still mad?”
You don’t answer. Your thumb keeps scrolling even though the words on the screen stopped registering minutes ago. He chuckles softly, the sound rumbling through the quiet room.
“Cute. Keep pouting then. See how long that lasts.”
You bite the inside of your cheek hard. You want to give in so bad. God, it’s embarrassing how close you are to snapping. Hours of his little touches—fingers brushing your waist, breath against your neck, that stupid smirk—have left you throbbing. But you refuse to break. Not after the shit he pulled today.
Minutes tick by. The bed creaks. Then his long fingers wrap around your ankle and tug.
“Come here.”
You yank your leg back. “No.”
He moves faster than you expect. One second you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, the next he’s got you flipped onto your back, wrists pinned above your head in one hand. Riki looms over you, his eyes gleaming with that predatory patience he’s been holding all day.
“You’ve been wet for hours, haven’t you?” he murmurs, knee sliding between your thighs to press right against your core. “Fighting so hard not to crawl to me. So fucking stubborn.”
You glare up at him, cheeks burning. “You were being an ass.”
“Yeah?” He grinds his knee slowly, deliberately. “And now you’re soaked through your shorts because I was an ass. Cute.”
You try to twist free. He’s too strong. His body covers yours completely, broad shoulders and long limbs trapping you beneath him. He leans down, lips brushing your ear.
“You held out longer than I thought you would,” he murmurs. “But you’re done now.”
He kisses you hard, tongue pushing in like he owns you. You whimper into his mouth, hips jerking against his thigh despite yourself. When he pulls back, you’re panting.
“On your knees.”
You hesitate, clinging to the last scrap of defiance. His eyes darken. In a flash he flips you onto your stomach, yanks your shorts and panties down your legs, and brings his palm down sharply on your ass. The smack echoes. Heat blooms across your skin.
You yelp.
“I said on your knees.”
This time you obey, sliding off the bed to kneel between his spread legs. He pushes his sweats down just enough, freeing his cock. It’s thick and heavy, flushed dark at the tip and already leaking. Your mouth waters.
He tucks two fingers under your chin, tilting your face up. “You’re gonna suck me nice and slow. Show me how much you missed me while you were ignoring me all day.”
You lean forward and lick a long stripe up the underside before wrapping your lips around the head. Riki groans.
You take him deeper, working your tongue along his length while your hand strokes what you can’t fit. He’s big enough that your jaw aches in the best way after only a few moments, but you keep going—hollowing your cheeks, sucking harder, letting saliva drip down your chin.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he hisses, head tipping back. “Look at you. So mad but still choking on my cock like a good little slut.”
You moan around him, the vibration making his hips twitch. He guides you a little faster, hitting the back of your throat until your eyes water. Just when his thighs start to tense, he pulls you off with a wet pop and wipes the corner of your mouth with his thumb.
“Not yet. Get on the bed.”
He lies back fully and tugs you up the bed until you’re hovering over his face. Your thighs tremble.
“Riki—”
He smacks your ass again, harder. “Sit.”
Your face heats, but the look in his eyes tells you there’s no arguing with him. You lower yourself slowly. The first swipe of his tongue drags a broken moan from your throat. He grips your hips with both hands and pulls you down harder, licking broad and hungry over your folds before focusing on your clit. His tongue circles, flicks, then pushes inside you, relentless. You brace your hands on the headboard, hips rocking as pleasure coils tighter and tighter.
He doesn’t let you ease up. Every time you try to hover he yanks you back down, devouring you until your legs shake violently. You cum hard, crying out as waves crash over you. He keeps licking, drawing out a second, shakier orgasm that leaves you whimpering and oversensitive.
Only then does he lift you off, flipping you onto your back again. His face is shiny with your slick, lips swollen. He looks feral.
“Still mad?” he asks, lining himself up at your entrance.
You shake your head frantically. “No—Riki, please—”
He pushes in with one long, steady thrust. The stretch is intense. You feel every inch as he fills you completely, pressing against places that make your toes curl.
“Fuck, so tight,” he groans, bottoming out.
He starts moving—deep, punishing strokes that make the bed creak. Every thrust punches the air out of your lungs. You claw at his back, legs wrapped around his waist.
When your moans get too loud he flips you onto all fours, one hand fisting in your hair while the other delivers a series of sharp, stinging spanks to your ass. The burn mixes perfectly with the pleasure, making you push back onto him desperately.
“Look at you,” he rasps, slamming in harder. “So fucking needy after pretending to hate me all day.”
He reaches around to rub tight circles on your clit and you shatter again, clenching around his cock. He doesn’t slow down. He fucks you through it, dragging out the high until tears slip down your cheeks and every thrust borders on too much.
“Riki—too much—”
“You can take it.” He grabs your hips, slamming in harder. “You’re gonna take every fucking inch until I fill you up.”
You do—shaking and sobbing as another orgasm rips through you. His pace turns erratic, hips snapping against your reddened ass.
“Tell me you want it,” he demands, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
You nod desperately, clutching at the sheets. “Please—yes, please—”
With a low moan, he buries himself deep and cums. You feel every pulse, every hot spurt as he fills you. When he finally stills, he doesn’t pull out right away. Just stays there, grinding lazily, pushing himself deeper.
You collapse onto the bed, trembling. Riki follows, careful not to crush you, and gently pulls out. The loss makes you whimper.
“Shh, I got you,” he murmurs, his tone instantly softening. He gathers you against his chest, hands stroking down your back, kissing your damp forehead.
“You okay, baby?”
You nod, too exhausted to form actual words. “Mhm.”
He chuckles softly, carefully easing himself away from you and slipping out of bed. You hear the soft hum of the bathroom sink before he returns a moment later with a warm, damp cloth. His touch is gentle now, wiping between your legs, kissing every mark he left on your ass and hips.
“I’m sorry for being an ass today,” he whispers against your hair, his voice quiet and genuine. “I missed you.”
You huff, though you can’t hide the small smile creeping up against his chest as you wrap an arm over his waist. “You’re still an asshole. But I missed you too.”
“And you’re still my brat,” he whispers, kissing the top of your head. “Get some sleep. I’ll make you breakfast tomorrow to make it up to you. Deal?”
You smile despite yourself, already drifting off in his arms, sore, full, and completely satisfied.
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life in the 2000s means flip phones, low rise jeans, a chaotic friendgroup, and a cocky skater boyfriend who climbs your window when he needs to apologize.
pairing: bf!riki x fem!reader ⭑ ft. friendgroup Enhypen
🗯️ vaeh’s notes: the fic is finally here! you already KNOW i had to be cliche and make him climb through your window muhahah. I also wasn’t sure whether this was the right time to post this with everything going on atm, still posted it, hoping it helps cheer you guys up a little! Take care xx #enhypenis7
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There were seven of them.
Seven loud, annoying ass, inseparable boys who took up too much space at every party, every hallway, and every parking lot. They were always together, skateboards under their arms, half-finished coca-cola cans in their hands, laughter echoing too loudly through college apartments that definitely couldn’t fit all of them.
You really weren’t supposed to be part of them. Even thought they we’re weird at first.
The first time they saw you, you were standing alone at some shady off-campus house party.
You were leaning against the kitchen counter in low rise jeans and a baby tee, flipping your pink bedazzled Motorola shut and open again because you didn’t know what else to do with your hands.
It was Sunghoon who noticed first. “Why is she by herself? She looks nice.” And then all seven of them ended up standing in front of you like a mildly intimidating boyband.
You don’t remember how, but that night you were adopted into their friendgroup.
You’d been with them ever since.
Especially Riki.
—
You and Riki were never stable.
You were either disgustingly in love or dramatically broken up. There was no in-between.
You’d ‘break up’ over anything:
Because he didn’t call you back fast enough. You helped another guy with his homework. He didn’t let you borrow his clothes. You told him smoking was unattractive.
And once because spilled an entire cup of Sprite on your Juicy Couture bag, which you spent your entire salary on.
You cried like a baby. He’d rolled his eyes and said, “It’s just a bag. Get a new one.”
You didn’t speak to him for a week.
The friend group suffered… Riki got quieter. You got meaner. The air felt heavy every time you were in the same room.
Until Jungwon snapped.
“I can’t do this,” he’d said, rubbing his temples. “You two are exhausting. Apologize. Now.”
You tried to act careless but you both folded in under five minutes and ended up in your bedroom.
—
You hated being called popular, but you weren’t invisible.
People knew you.
You had that early-2000s glow. Glossy lips, hoop earrings, low-rise everything. Professors remembered your name. Girls whispered about you. Boys stared a little too long.
Riki? He had baggy jeans sagged so low you could always see which brand of underwear he was wearing, Calvin Klein most days, sometimes something knockoff that you’d tease him about constantly.
“Pull them up,” you’d hiss in the middle of the mall, grabbing the waistband of his jeans and yanking it higher. “You’re embarrassing me.”
He’d just grin, completely unbothered.
“Why? You don’t like my boxers?”
“I don’t like that everyone else can see them.”
He’d lean closer, smoke still lingering faintly on his breath. “I don’t care.”
And then he’d glance down at your hips.
Low rise jeans. A tiny strip of pink lace peeking out when you moved. Belly piercing glinting under the mall lights.
“Oh,” he’d mock, tugging lightly at the strip of your thong on your hip, making it snap back. “And that’s modest?”
You’d swat his hand away. “That’s fashion.”
“Mine is too.”
“You look homeless.”
“You look like a hooker.”
“I do not. You asshole.”
You’d both be smiling by the end of it.
—
It’s one of those perfect late mid-August afternoons.
The sun is low and orange. Everything smells like hot pavement, sunscreen, and cigarettes. The entire city feels outside, kids with scraped knees, girls in denim skirts, boys shirtless with skateboards tucked under their arms.
The skatepark is loud.
Wheels scraping. Laughter echoing. Music playing from someone’s brand new portable speaker.
The whole friend group is there and Riki insisted you’d come too.
His white tank top clinging slightly to his back from sweat. Wired headphones dangling out of the pocket from his jeans. A cigarette tucked behind his ear, which you hate.
Heeseung is beside him, attempting something reckless off a skating ramp.
They take turns.
They hype each other up.
They shove each other when one of them almost eats concrete.
You’re sitting on top of the half-pipe, legs dangling over the edge, flip-flops hanging loosely off your toes. The smallest top imaginable clings to your torso more lace than fabric, blue jeans sit dangerously on your hips, held in place by a big bedazzled belt.
Riki had absolutely hated the top.
“That’s not a shirt,” he said earlier.
“It is.”
“It looks like a bra.”
“It’s hot outside.”
“It’s hot for me too.”
“Then take your shirt off.”
He gave you a glare, you walked ahead anyway.
Now you’re bored.
Bored and slightly irritate because you’ve already watched him light up two cigarettes.
Two.
And you hate when he smokes. Hate the smell. Hate the way it makes his voice raspier. Hate how casual he is about it.
And he knows that, but he does it anyway. Which makes it worse.
He skates toward you suddenly, rolling to a stop between your knees. One hand presses to the ramp beside your thigh, the other still holding his board.
“You look grumpy,” he says, squinting up at you against the sun.
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
He leans forward and kisses your forehead anyway.
Then he pushes off again before you can respond.
You sigh.
You’re melting. You’re bored. And you’re watching your boyfriend risk concussions for fun.
Amazing.
Then Heeseung has an even more amazing idea.
“Teach her something,” he says, nodding toward you.
Riki looks up immediately.
You narrow your eyes.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
He’s already skating toward you again.
“Come on,” he says, grabbing your hand. “It’s easy.”
“It’s not easy.”
“It is.”
“I’m wearing slippers.”
“Then take them off.”
You gasp like he’s insane.
He grins.
“Baby, I’ll hold you.”
Everyone’s watching now.
Jay whistles from somewhere near the fence. Sunghoon pretends to wipe a tear from his eye. Sunoo is already smiling like something crazy embarrassing is about to happen.
“If I fall and ruin my outfit,” you warn, pointing a manicured finger at him, “I’ll kill you.”
He laughs. “You won’t.”
“You don’t know that.”
You step onto the skateboard and it wobbles instantly.
You grab his hands.
“Why is it moving?”
“Because it has wheels.”
“Yeah, no shit.”
He positions himself in front of you, holding both your hands firmly.
“Okay,” he says, focused now. “Just bend your knees a little. Then pop the tail and slide your foot up.”
“Pop what?”
“The back.”
“I don’t know what that means Riki.”
He laughs softly.
“It’s fine. I’ve got you.”
You glare. “You better.”
He counts you down.
“One. Two—”
You jump.
The board flips sideways instead of up.
Your foot lands wrong.
His grip slips and suddenly you’re falling. You hit the concrete with a very embarrassing thud.
There’s a split second of silence, then there’s Laughter.
Sunoo’s laugh is the worst. High and dramatic and absolutely unnecessary.
You sit up slowly, hair in your face, pride completely shattered.
Riki is crouching immediately. “Are you okay?”
You stare at him.
“Did you catch me?”
“I tried—”
“You did not.”
He bites back a smile.
You gasp.
“Don’t you dare laugh.”
He fails. Just a little chuckle, but that’s it for you.
You stand up, brushing off your jeans dramatically.
“I’m done.”
“Baby—”
“No.”
You grab your slippers and stomp back toward the half-pipe.
Sunoo is still giggling when you sit down beside him.
“I’d like to see you try next time,” you snap.
Sunoo chuckles. “I would never fall like that.”
“You absolutely would.”
“I have natural balance.”
“You have natural dramatics.”
He raises an eyebrow. “You wanna bet?”
You both dissolve into a stupid little argument about who would survive longer on a skateboard.
It almost distracts you from Riki.
Almost.
Until you glance over and see some random guy offering Riki a joint.
And Riki… takes it?
Your stomach drops.
He laughs at something the stranger says. Throws his head back slightly. That boxy grin that made you like him in the first place.
Your jaw tightens.
Sunoo is still talking beside you.
“…and then I’d definitely land it because— helloo? Are you even listening?”
You aren’t. Your eyes are locked on Riki.
Then a girl loses control of her board and swerves straight into him.
She stumbles forward and Riki catches her.
One hand at her waist on instinct.
You feel it before you even think, that little sting in your chest.
He lets her go immediately.
“You good?” he asks casually.
She laughs. “Yeah, thanks.”
She lingers half a second too long.
That’s it. That’s your last straw. You’re already on your feet. Sunoo reaches for your wrist. “Wait—”
Too late. You walk fast, hips swaying, chin lifted, eyes low and dangerous.
Riki doesn’t even notice until you’re right in front of him.
You grab his arm and tug him away from the small group of strangers.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
He blinks. “What?”
“I said what do you think you’re doing.” you repeat, quieter but sharper.
He genuinely looks confused. “Nothing?”
You look at the joint still between his fingers.
Without breaking eye contact, you reach up, snatch it from him, drop it to the ground and grind it into the concrete with your heel.
“Are you serious right now?” he mutters.
“Oh, I’m serious.” you snap.
He runs a hand through his hair. “What is your problem?”
“My problem?” Your voice rises. “You’ve smoked, like, five cigarettes today. And now this? Oh and you’re just touching girls?”
His head jerks back. “Touching girls?”
“You literally had your hands all over her waist.”
“She ran into me.”
“And you had to grab her like that?”
“She was falling.”
You let out a sharp, humorless laugh.
“Keep it down,” he says under his breath. “Not everyone needs to know you’re mad at me again.”
That does it.
“Oh, I’m embarrassing you?!” you fire back. “You weren’t embarrassed five seconds ago.”
He steps closer, lowering his voice. “You’re making a scene.”
“You’re smoking in front of me after I told you I hate it.”
He exhales hard. “It’s my choice.”
“Oh my God.”
“It’s called free will,” he adds, clearly irritated now.
You stare at him.
“Right,” you say flatly. “So you just do whatever you want.”
“I didn’t do anything.”
“You were all up on her.”
“She bumped into me.”
“You didn’t have to hold her like that.”
He scoffs. “Like what?”
“Like—” You stop yourself before you say something dramatic.
He shakes his head. “You’re overreacting.”
You feel your chest tighten.
“Am I?” you ask quietly.
“Yes.”
Silence hangs between you. Then he makes the mistake.
He gestures vaguely at you.
“And don’t act like you’re not out here in that top all day.”
Your eyes widen.
“What about my top?”
“It’s too revealing.”
You laugh once. Sharp. Disbelieving.
“So now this is my fault?”
“I’m just saying—”
“You’re just saying what?” you cut him off. “That I deserve it?”
“That’s not what I said.”
“But you thought it.”
He looks frustrated now. “You can’t tell me what I thought.”
“You can’t tell me I’m overreacting.”
“You are tho.”
Your face goes cold.
“Okay.”
You step back.
“Okay,” you repeat.
He frowns slightly. “Where are you going?”
“Home.”
He grabs your wrist once.
“Don’t leave.”
“Whatever.” You say and you turn and walk away.
You expect footsteps. You expect him to call your name. You expect him to follow you like he always does.
You walk past the fence, the group of boys, past Sunoo’s wide eyes. And still nothing.
You finally glance back and your stomach drops.
He’s back on his board like nothing happened.
Like he isn’t supposed to chase you.
And that hurts more than the cigarette, more than the girl, more than the argument. Because in your head, he’s supposed to follow you and beg you to stay. But instead he just skates.’
—
By nine o’clock it’s almost completely dark, the last bit of orange fading out of the sky. Your room is lit by the glow of your TV, candles and the small lamp on your nightstand. You’re curled up in bed in soft pajamas, a plate of brownies balanced on your stomach while Clueless plays for what might be the hundredth time.
Your flip phone has been buzzing the last half hour.
Four missed calls.
Ten texts.
You’ve read none of them, you refuse to.
Then you hear A small tick against your window.
You pause mid-chew.
Another one.
And then a third.
You sit up slowly, pushing the plate aside and sliding out of bed. The floor is cool under your feet as you walk toward the window and pull the blinds apart.
Riki is standing in the street below, hands filled with tiny rocks to throw, looking up at your room like he’s been waiting for you to appear. When he sees your face, he waves casually, like this is completely normal behavior.
You stare at him for two seconds.
Then you shut the blinds and walk straight back to your bed.
Your phone buzzes again immediately.
You don’t check it.
A few seconds pass.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
You exhale sharply and shuffle back to the window, throwing the blinds open this time and sliding the window up.
“What?” you hiss down at him.
“You need to let me in,” he says like it’s obvious.
“I don’t want to talk to you.”
“But I want to talk to you.”
“Too bad.”
He steps closer to the house, lowering his voice even though no one is outside. “Please, baby. I wanna make it up to you.”
You cross your arms against the windowsill. “Make what up? You didn’t do anything, remember?”
“Come on,” he tries again. “Are you really gonna let me stand out here looking like a fool?”
“Yes,” you say immediately.
He stares up at you, half offended, half impressed.
You hold his gaze for another second, then slide the window shut and drop the blinds again before he can argue. You get back into bed, pull the covers up, grab your brownie plate, and press play like nothing happened.
For a few minutes, it’s quiet.
Then you hear something strange. Not rocks this time, but a scraping sound. A shuffle. Something brushing against the side of the house.
You freeze.
The sound gets closer.
Your heart jumps as you sit up again just in time to see two hands grab onto your windowsill from the outside.
And then Riki’s stupid face appears.
You let out a sharp gasp and scramble out of bed as he hoists himself up, creased sneakers braced against the brick. He looks mildly proud of himself, slightly out of breath, hair falling into his eyes.
You slide the window open with a dramatic sigh.
“Seriously, Riki?”
He doesn’t answer. He just swings one leg over the sill and climbs into your room like he’s done it a hundred times before, landing lightly on your floor.
“You’re insane,” you whisper-yell, shoving the window shut behind him. “My dad is literally going to kill the both of us if he finds out you climbed through my window.”
“He won’t,” Riki says easily.
“And you smell like smoke,” you add, wrinkling your nose. “If he comes in here—”
“He won’t,” he repeats, completely unbothered.
You stand there with your arms crossed, trying to stay angry while he casually looks around your room like he’s on a tour.
He glances at you slowly, eyes dragging from your messy hair to your pajama shorts. A lazy grin spreads across his face.
“Those make your ass look good.”
Your mouth drops open. “That’s what you have to say right now?”
“I’m just being honest.”
“You’re fucking unbelievable.”
He walks past you toward your bed, picking up one of your pillows and tossing it aside before noticing the plate of brownies. Without asking, he takes one and bites into it.
“You made these yourself?” he asks through a mouthful.
“Yes.”
“They’re good.”
“They’re mine.”
He shrugs and flops down onto your bed like he belongs there, one arm behind his head, chewing lazily while Clueless continues playing in the background.
Your eye twitches.
“I’m still mad at you, Riki” you remind him.
“I know,” he says. “That’s why I’m here.”
You stay standing by the window like you’re guarding it, arms crossed tightly over your chest. Riki, meanwhile, looks entirely too comfortable sprawled across your bed, one hand behind his head, the other reaching lazily for another brownie.
He watches you for a moment, amused.
“Are you gonna stand there all night?” he asks.
“Yes.”
He snorts softly. “Come sit down. You’re making me nervous.”
“You weren’t nervous climbing up my house like a creep.”
He pats the mattress beside him anyway. “Baby.”
You hesitate, but you do it. Of course you do. You walk over and sit cross-legged on your bed, leaving a noticeable gap between you. You grab a pink heart-shaped pillow and hold it against your chest like armor, arms wrapped around it as a clear barrier.
Riki doesn’t look intimidated.
He slowly looks you up and down instead, gaze dragging over your shorts, your bare legs, your messy hair. He takes another bite of brownie, chews thoughtfully, then winks at you.
“Can I get a kiss?”
Your jaw drops.
“You’re unbelievable.”
You lean forward and snatch the plate of brownies out of his hands before he can grab another one. “Start talking,” you demand. “Or I swear I’m throwing you back out that window.”
He raises an eyebrow. “You’re not strong enough for that.”
“I’ll get my dad to do it.”
He actually laughs at that, like the idea is ridiculous.
You glare harder.
He sighs dramatically and sits up, closing the space between you. The mattress dips as he moves closer.
He reaches out, resting his hand on your thigh, thumb brushing lightly against your skin. The touch is warm and familiar, annoyingly gentle.
“I’m sorry,” he says.
You narrow your eyes. “For what?”
He pauses half a second too long.
“For… making you mad.”
That’s it.
That’s the apology.
He doesn’t even fully know what he’s apologizing for, the smoking, the girl, the comment about your top, he just knows you’re upset and that saying sorry usually fixes it.
You try to hold your glare, but your grip on the pillow loosens.
This is how it always goes. One of you gets mad. The other gives a weak apology. And somehow it’s enough.
He watches your expression soften, just slightly, and that tiny shift is all he needs.
“Come here,” he says quietly, patting his lap.
You roll your eyes like you’re still annoyed, but you put the pillow aside and shift forward, settling onto his lap anyway. His hands come to your waist automatically.
He leans in and kisses you.
It starts slow, almost careful, like he’s testing if you’ll pull away. You kiss him back, fingers curling lightly into his black hair. For a few seconds, everything feels lke the argument never happened.
Then you wrinkle your nose and pull back slightly.
“Take your jacket off.”
He blinks. “What?”
“It smells like smoke.”
He smirks immediately. “If you wanted to undress me you could just say that.”
You don’t even entertain it. You grab his shirt and kiss him again just to shut him up.
He laughs against your mouth, hands tightening at your waist, and for now, at least, the fight is over.
Until he chuckles, he pulls back just slightly, still close enough that his lips brush yours when he talks.
“You know,” he mumbles, half smiling, “Sunoo told me to apologize.”
You don’t really listen, just give him another peck on his lips. “Hm?”
He shrugs, leaning back in to kiss you again like it doesn’t matter. “He said I should just say sorry and you’d stop being mad.”
Your lips press together instead of moving with his.
“And?” you ask slowly.
“And it worked,” he says lightly. “I don’t even know what I did wrong.”
You freeze.
He tries to kiss you again, but you pull your head back this time.
“Are you kidding me right now?,” you say.
He frowns, confused at the sudden shift. “What?”
“You don’t know what you did wrong?”
He laughs a little, like this is harmless. “You were just in a mood.”
You slap his arm.
Not hard. But sharp enough.
“Ow— what was that for?”
You’re already climbing off his lap. “I actually can’t stand you.”
“What?” he repeats, genuinely lost.
“You didn’t apologize because you meant it,” you snap. “You just didn’t want me to be mad.”
“That’s the same thing y/n.”
“It’s not the same thing!”
He sits there, staring at you like you’ve switched languages mid-conversation.
You grab his arm and yank him off the bed. “Come here.”
“Why are you dragging me?”
“Because you’re leaving.”
He stumbles after you as you pull him toward the window again. “I just said sorry!”
“No, you didn’t!” you fire back, pushing the window open. “You said sorry because Sunoo told you to and because you wanted me to shut up.”
“That’s not—”
“That is exactly what it was.”
He steps closer, trying to catch your wrist, trying to pull you back in like he did before. “You’re overthinking it.”
You shove his chest lightly. “Go.”
“Can you calm down for two seconds?”
“No.”
He leans in again like kissing you will solve it, like it always does. You put your hand flat against his chest and push him back.
“Get out.”
“Baby—”
“Go!”
He exhales sharply, clearly frustrated now. “You’re making this a bigger deal than it is.”
“And you’re not making it a deal at all!” you shoot back. “Come back when you can take accountability!”
You don’t care how loud you are. You don’t care if a porch light flicks on somewhere down the street. You’re too irritated to think about neighbors.
He glares at you for a second longer before finally swinging one leg over the sill again.
“This is so stupid,” he mutters as he climbs out.
“You’re stupid!” you yell back.
“You love me though.”
“Bye Riki!”
He drops down to the ground below with a dull thud and looks back up at you. “Throw my jacket!”
You grab it off your floor and hesitate for a second.
“It smells like smoke! Wash it out!” you shout.
“Just throw it y/n, Jeez!”
You toss it out the window a little harder than necessary. It hits him in the face before falling to his arms.
“And pull your up your goddamn pants, you loser!” you yell one last time before slamming the window shut.
He stands there for a second in the dim streetlight, running a hand through his hair and muttering a curse under his breath. “Fucking hell.”
He pulls up his pants anyway, then he turns and starts walking.
Riki walks home with his jacket slung over his shoulder. His jaw is tight, hands shoved deep into his pockets as he kicks at small rocks along the sidewalk. He replays the entire thing in his head.
He apologized.
Didn’t he?
He showed up. Climbed yout house. Said sorry. What else was he supposed to do?
He mutters under his breath, calling the whole situation dumb, ridiculous. Calling you dramatic.
You just crawl back into bed and press play on your movie again, rather relieved than angry.
Cher’s voice fills the room.
You reach for a brownie.
Your fingers hit an empty plate.
You stare at it.
“Oh my god,” you mutter to yourself, rolling your eyes.
—
The next day feels like nothing happened, it’s a Saturday and you’re at the mall with your friends, like usual
The mall in the center of the city is loud. Every store window is screaming SALE in red letters. Somewhere above them, a movie trailer echoes from the cinema entrance. The air smells like hotdogs, sugar, perfume samples, and fryer oil all blending into one.
Every time you guys go there to “just walk around”, someone somehow leaves with an empty wallet.
The vibe between you and Riki, though? Ice cold.
You walk slightly ahead when he’s near. Conversations split awkwardly around you two. You guys barely acknowledge each others presence. Everyone notices. No one says it yet.
You split up near the giant directory map in the middle of the mall.
Heeseung, Sunoo and you walk towards the arcade, immediately distracted by blinking machines and the sound of digital coins clinking. Jungwon and Jay walk off with one mission only, to eat every free sample the mall has to offer.
Jake, Riki and Sunghoon head towards the skate shop onsecond floor.
“Bro, I’m telling you, softer wheels are better for street,” Jake insists.
“Yeah, if you like going slow,” Sunghoon shoots back.
Riki barely speaks. He flips a board over, studies it, doesn’t see it.
He sees you in his head instead, standing at your window, yelling at him to come back when he can take accountability.
They check every board. Compare prices. Debate colors. In the end, none of them buy anything.
When they walk out into the mall hallway again, the crown hits them full force. Sunghoon stretches his arms above his head.
“So,” Jay says casually. “You and her gonna keep pretending you don’t know each other?”
Riki clicks his tongue immediately. “She’s mad at me.”
“Yes,” Riki insists. “I climbed her window. I could’ve fallen and died bro. I said sorry.”
Jake squints at him. “For what?”
Riki opens his mouth.
Closes it.
“…For making her mad?”
Sunghoon actually laughs. “That’s not an apology, idiot.”
Riki runs a hand through his hair, frustrated. “She was yelling about the joint, and the cigs, and that girl at the skate park. But I didn’t even do anything with that girl. I just caught her because she bumped into me.”
Jake raises a brow. “By her waist?”
Riki hesitates. “…On instinct.”
“Mm,” Sunghoon hums. “And then?”
“And then she dragged me to the window and kicked me out ‘cause I said Sunoo told me to apologize,” Riki mutters.
Both boys stare at him.
“You told her…” Jake says slowly, “that someone else told you to apologize.”
“I was joking. “And at least I apologized? I don’t see the problem.”
Jake lets out a sigh. “I don’t know how you ever got her to like you, man.”
Riki scowls. “I literally climbed into her room. What more does she want?”
Jake grins. “Maybe don’t touch random girls in front of her.”
“She ran into me.”
“And you caught her,” Sunghoon says dryly. “You couldn’t even catch your own girl when she fell.”
Riki groans. “It’s not like that.”
Jake smirks. “Then go tell her that.”
“She’ll just get mad again.”
Sunghoon shrugs. “Get better at apologizing.”
Meanwhile the boys are discussing how to apologize to girlfriends, you’re at the arcade, trying to win a stuffed animal.
The arcade is chaos, neon lights flickering, pixelated sound effects, the constant clink-clink of coins dropping somewhere. A racing game to your left, a dance machine behind you, and right in front of you—
The claw machine.
Inside it sits the biggest stuffed cat you’ve ever seen. Grey and white, oversized head, cute smile. It’s ridiculous. You want it immediately.
You shove another coin in.
Heeseung leans casually against the machine beside you. “You’ve been trying for like ten minutes.”
“I almost had it,” you mumble, eyes locked on the claw.
Sunoo crouches dramatically beside the glass. “Manifest it. Tell it you love it.”
“I do love it,” you whisper.
The claw drops.
Grabs the cat.
Lifts it.
For one beautiful second it hangs there.
“YES!”
Then slips.
The cat falls back into the pile.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” you curse under your breath, stepping back in disbelief.
Heeseung laughs softly. “Y/n, did something happen between you and Riki?”
You don’t even look at him. “He was being a dick.”
Sunoo nods immediately. “Newsflash.”
Heeseung hums in agreement. “Fair.”
No further questions.
You shove another coin in aggressively. The claw misses completely this time and you kick the machine.
Heeseung gently nudges you aside. “Let me.”
You cross your arms, pretending you don’t care. “You’re gonna lose.”
The claw lowers.
It grips the stuffed cat around its head.
Lifts it.
Carries it over to the hole.
Drops.
The cat tumbles into the prize slot.
You and Sunoo scream like he just won an Olympic medal.
“NO WAY—” you laugh. It’s bigger than you expected, soft and and perfect.
Heeseung smiles, brushing his hands off. “All skill.”
He takes the cat from the slot and hands it to you with a small grin. “For your suffering.”
You hug it immediately. “You’re my favorite person.”
He just laughs.
ou three walk out of the arcade a few minutes later, the mall lights feeling calmer after all the flashing machines. You hold the stuffed cat in your arms like it’s something precious, its giant head resting against your shoulder.
Riki notices you.
From halfway down the hall, he spots you walking toward them, oversized plush cat in your arms, laughing at something Sunoo just said.
And unfortunately for his pride, you look cute. And pretty. And happy.
It does something uncomfortable to his chest.
The groups meet in the middle of the walkway.
Sunghoon claps his hands once. “We’re gonna go find Jungwon and Jay before they eat themselves sick.”
“Too late,” Heeseung says dryly.
They all start walking, Sunghoon and Jake up front debating something again, Sunoo walking slightly behind them.
Heeseung slows just enough to walk beside Riki for half a second.
He gives him a small nod toward you.
Go.
Riki exhales through his nose.
Fine.
He steps up, walking beside you.
You don’t look at him.
He notices that immediately.
He shoves his hands into his pockets, trying to sound casual. “Where’d you get that?”
Your eyes stay forward. “Arcade.”
“Obviously.”
“Heeseung won it for me.”
There’s something about the way you say it, so simple, that hits him wrong.
He glances at the stuffed cat.
Heeseung won it… not him.
“Oh,” Riki mutters. “Cool.”
You finally lift it slightly, showing him the cat’s stupid stitched smile. “It’s my new boyfriend.” You say it teasingly.
But Riki doesn’t smile.
Something annoyed flickers across his face before he masks it.
“Yeah?” he says, voice calm but a little tight. “He looks like he’d treat you better.”
You glance at him briefly, catching that tone.
“It doesn’t climb through windows uninvited,” you reply.
He huffs softly. “Yeah. It also doesn’t have legs.”
You shrug. “Less likely to run around with random girls then.”
He goes quiet for half a second.
Then he nudges the cat’s head lightly with his fingers. “He looks dumb.”
Your eyes narrow. “Don’t talk about him like that.”
“You really replacing me with a stuffed animal?”
You keep walking straight ahead.
“Depends. Can he apologize properly?” You say, then you step up your pace to nonchalantly walk away from Riki.
You eventually find Jungwon and Jay exactly where everyone expected them to be, around a food stand with tiny paper cups in their hands.
Jay is mid-sentence when the group walks up. “I’m telling you, if you circle back in ten minutes they forget your face.”
Jake nods seriously, holding up another sample. “This one’s teriyaki chicken. Third time.”
Heeseung sighs like a tired parent.
“Are we leaving?” he asks.
“Yeah,” Sunghoon says.
Everyone slowly makes their way toward the mall exit.
Riki walks quietly behind everyone.
You do too.
By the time the glass doors slide open, the air outside is thick and warm, with the hum of traffic and laughs from somewhere down the street.
Sunghoon and Jake walk ahead, arguing about the best type of flipphone. Jay tries to convince Jungwon to stop at a convenience store on the way. Sunoo keeps poking Heeseung about the stuffed cat like it’s some kind of trophy.
You and Riki walk a few steps behind them again.
For a minute, neither of you says anything.
Your arms are wrapped around the giant plush cat, its soft head resting against your shoulder. Riki glances at it once, then looks ahead at the group, then down at the pavement like he’s building up the courage to say something.
Finally, he exhales and speaks.
“Y/n...”
You glance at him.
“I was being an asshole yesterday.”
You blink slightly.
He keeps walking beside you, hands in his pockets, gaze locked on the ground instead of on you.
“And… I’m sorry,” he adds. “For the cigarettes. And the joint. And that girl at the skatepark.”
You don’t interrupt.
He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.
“And I’m sorry for not knowing how to say sorry,” he admits. “I know I kinda… suck at that.”
For a moment you just look at him.
Then a small giggle slips out before you can stop it.
He looks over immediately. “What?”
“Nothing,” you say, smiling a little. “I just like hearing you apologise”.
He shakes his head with a quiet laugh.
“I maybe shouldn’t have kicked you out the window.” You say hesitantly.
He snorts. “Maybe?”
“Okay, I shouldn’t have done that.”
He slides his hand out of his pocket and slowly, almost carefully, he lets it brush against yours. When you don’t pull away, his fingers curl around your hand.
The group ahead of you turns a corner toward the quieter streets leading back to your neighborhood.
You glance at Riki. “Do you wanna come to my house?”
His eyebrows lift. “You gonna let me in trough the door this time?”
You roll your eyes. “If you behave.”
“I always behave, baby.”
You scoff softly. “Mhm… just pull your pants up before my parents see you.”
⊹
extra note: I rlly hate the ending, I had writers block…
⋮ ⌗ ┆概要 ⨾ a weed brownie changes everything for riki, where in the back garden of jake's latest house party, he meets you ─ his latest obsession.
西村力 𝔁 𝒻 .ᐟ读者 ── 8.1k
explicit content ⋆ smut (mdni)、dom!riki、sub!reader、heavy mentions of and scenes of recreational drug use (weed)、college/university au、morally grey(ish) characters、misogynistic themes and language (the portrayal of any characters here does not reflect their real life character)、cigarette smoking、oral (m. & f. rec)、oral fixation、vaginal fingering、unprotected sex (don't do this)、creampie、breeding kink、come swallowing (m. & f.)、(slight) degradation & humiliation、dacryphilia、multiple orgasms、 hung!ki、bulge kink、overstimulation (f.rec)、spit kink、missionary & mating press position、petnames used: angel、baby、good girl、pretty thing、princess.
guest appearances by: enhypen、haechan (nct)、beomgyu & taehyun (txt). ⌇ℳ.list
⋮ ⌗ ┆便条 ⨾ hi 😁 so im back close to 24 hours since my last post. the high of writing again and sharing it called me to cast aside my obligations and i wrote this - genuinely in a matter of hours. i don't know HOW i did that and continue to surprise myself, but i already had some vague idea of stoner!riki being a #munch, so thanks to an ask i got sent, their ideas very much added the context to what happens in this fic. i haven't proofread this in the slightest, so i'll come back and edit but i wanted to share this now because im too excited not to 😭 thank you so much, hope you enjoy and much loveeeee! <333
Riki didn't care much for parties.
Despite how feral he'd get over tequila in his first years of uni, perhaps his taste had matured since then. Graduated to the expensive whiskey his father rewarded to him for the last year of uni he embarks on, shifting from the daze of break-dancing in someone's living room to sitting on plastic white chairs in his backyard, passing a blunt between his fingers. He'd dabbled in mostly everything, seeing univeristy as the lawless grounds nothing felt real in, which explains why in the summer before he leaves home, he buys his first g. The pick-up point is in the abandoned park he loved as a child, in the barely-on, flickering lights of a tunnel he had no business loitering in, kicking his feet and rubbing his nose like the newbie he made himself out to be. The dealer - a friend of a friend - a uni dropout with the voice of Darth Vader, gives him a nod before they exchange weed for cash, so casual in nature despite the thrum in his neck.
Only when he's scattered away, stuffing the bag so far into his hoodie pocket, it'd bury into the material, can he exhale. Except when he gets to his friend's house, free of rigid parents for the weekend, does he realise he doesn't know the first thing about smoking weed. He assumes it's like smoking a cigarette, which he'd regretfully done at a house party once and threw up rosé on some poor girl's shoes thereafter. He didn't inhale right, hacked every time he tried burying the puff of smoke in his lungs, then while his high school friends starfished on the living room carpet, giggling to themselves, Riki sits on the couch, his cheek pressed into knees brought to his chest as he watches Courage the Cowardly Dog, wondering if uni will be any better.
It is ─ he finds his crowd, people with a knack for empathy and knowledge despite the stupid shit they get up to, but something in Riki relaxes. Lets him come into himself and ride the wave of new and exiciting experiences, trying this and that. Cocaine's too expensive, pills swing his jaw and ket makes him boneless on an overcrowded dancefloor. They come and go, but weed stays. Gives him the kind of highs where he finds amusement in the smallest things or finally quiets his mind, constant drones of the future drowned out by the shapes and colours of his lava lamp. In the midst of all the oragnised chaos, Riki somehow finds himself with sufficient grades, earning his best score yet on a paper written unreasonably high, laughing in disbelief all the way back home. Coming through the doorway, he spies his housemate Jake, the high mark the first thing he relays, to which Jake grins like some proud father, corners of his lips to his ears before he gives Riki a hug.
"That's my guy," his palm smacks onto Riki's back, hand braced on his shoulder as Jake pulls away, a knowing grin on his face. "I say we celebrate."
"Over some coursework?" Riki's eyebrow quirks. "That's uhm, sweet but no need, broski."
"Bro, I'm making brownies. The good kind," Jake nods over his shoulder, the chocolate aroma hitting Riki suddenly, wafting with the undercurrent of the unwind of his tension-packed shoulders. "Hee's finally submitted that CompSci thing that's made him a ghost and Sunghoon's got a game he's gonna win. We're celebrating."
Riki lets the idea carry his smile, stretching further as he deserts his leather bag on the couch and walks into the kitchen with Jake, timbs echoing against vinyl as they check on the progress of Jake's creation. Riki's fairly acquainted with the various ways of ingesting weed, his Chrome Hearts themed bong bought off Etsy one of his prised possession, but brownies are still his favourite. Quick and easy, his second year dealer an aspiring chef with a knack for desserts, from space cake to the likes of tiramisu. The latter his favourite, sweet enough for him to stand and strong enough for him to laugh controllably watching Fantastic Mr. Fox, collapsing over Sunghoon's lap in breathless laughs echoed in the back of his throat.
Needless to say, "What the cuss?" became a go-to phrase between the two, unavoidable in first two weeks of its life, and forever a running joke between the two.
Shuffling out his bedroom door later on, the front door adjacent to it flings open, heavy clattering following as Sunghoon's figure ambles through. He topples over the mess of shoes stationed at the door all needing a wash, hands splayed against the narrow hallway walls to stead himself.
Riki raises an eyebrow.
"You good?" His head lowers, mirroring Sunghoon's ducked one as he struggles tugging off his sneakers, a dramatic sigh emptying out him as they fling off, his flushed face in full view. "You drank already?"
"The guys insisted on a pint after we pummelled Yonsei 7-0 ─ an embarrassing shutout," Sunghoon runs his hands through his sweaty hair, face settling into a lax Riki's happy to see. "But you know, it's never just one and now I'm halfway smashed and I still need to fucking shower,"
He starts departing, socks hitting carpet, clapping a hand over Riki's shoulder with a heavy squeeze as he yells ascending the stairs. "If you hear me fall over, just ignore it. Later!"
Riki can only smile, shaking his head before he styles his caramel blond strands into something more spiky, finally having time to put effort into his appearance after coursework that literally stole the swag from him. In the mirror, he's the painting of a 2000s punk love interest, only ever existing in a mall food court or Hot Topic, going as far as painting his nails chrome. And soon enough when the lights dim, living room illuminated by disco LED lights and packed with conversating bodies, Riki's dodging drunken spills, reaching into the back of the fridge for Jake's brownies to bring out back, pebbles rubbing together under his shoes as he plots down in the circle of his housemates and a few other friends, a welcome slow in mellow conversation.
"I'm pretty sure I'm part whatever they put in Monster because besides that and microwave Mac & Cheese, that's all I survived off," smoke blows out Heeseung's lips, some cheap cigarette from the corner shop between his fingers as his body slumps into the plastic chair. His free hand pulls his black beanie downwards, his fringe peeking out. "You know how down bad I am if I'm a nitty again."
He takes another drag, head tilted to the sky, moonlight bathing the slopes of his face in shadows and brilliance. Riki watches on quietly.
"Well, it's done now. So, do yourself a favour and buy better cigs," Jake chuckles, eyes moving opposite him to Riki. "You brought them out?"
"Yeah, I'm not looking to drink twelve pints tonight," he unwraps the cling wrap over the brownies, rings clinking together as he offers the stacked amount around. "Plus, they're fresh. And hopefully better than the last batch."
Beomgyu, one of Heeseung's friends breaks out into a chuckle, laughing along with his friend who says, "Those were an attempt."
"Hey! It's harder than it looks, okay?" Jake insists, biting into his brownie. "The fuck would youse know about using an oven, much less baking."
"Well, if your aim was to give us diabetes, you were halfway there," Riki laughs, gulping before he takes a bite. Dense but still somehow airy, not too sweet - good on Jake. "I'll give you a pass this time."
"Thanks Riki, because I really only live for your validation," Jake's eyes roll, amusement on his face before he nods over to Haechan. "What you think?"
"Like I won't need a glucometer," he giggles, mouth circled in crumbs. "It's really science if you think about it. I'm glad you learned the error of your ways."
"Fat fucking chance if you think you're taking any home," the two stick their tongues out at each other, to the sound of Beomgyu moaning, "Just kiss already, I'm close." Jake's laugh only lasts moments before his phone buzzes in his pocket, screen illuminating his face. "Oh shit, she's here."
"Who's here?" Riki asks, another bite into his brownie.
"Wonder if she's run into Sunghoon. Lord knows that man is a mess," Jake supplies, neck straining to peek at the backdoor.
"Yeah, I haven't seen that man so fucked since St. Pattys - and that was last week," Haechan adds. "Think he'll make a move?"
"He'll try but she won't have it. He's probably got beer and sick down his shirt anyways," Jake replies, lighting up at the opening door. He waves his raised hand, more enthused than Haechan's. "Took you long enough."
"Sorry, but Sunghoon insisted to talking to me with his sicky breath," a feminine voice echoes from the narrow alley leading towards them, your figure emerging from the shadows. "I had to get him to brush his teeth. He gagged brushing his tongue ─ pussy."
Cheeks full of chocolate brownie, Riki feels all his weight sink to his feet, body running arctic cold then densely warm at the sight of you. You're so pretty it hurts, sweet in the face with a confidence keeping your shoulders back and head high, the smirk across your face alone very much capable of making him pop a boner. In the silent howls of the night, so much air surrounds them yet makes no effort to slither past his shut mouth, his body a burning furnace as he watches your every move.
"Oh, is that a brownie? Fuck yeah," you lean down into Jake's hand, teeth sinking into the dessert with a nonchalance so alarming Riki only can blink once per minute, a heavy gulp moving down his throat. "Hm, that is good. That dealer hasn't left for France yet?"
"Nah, it's my own humble creation," Jake's hand splays over his chest, nodding proudly. "Happy you like it. Kiss for my troubles?"
"My God, this whole house is full of horn dogs," you drag the last plastic chair closest to Riki, ripped leather trousers crying against the material as you settle, sipping on your drink. "Don't tell me you're one of them."
The sentence is directed at Riki, who's still baffled how he's gone three and a quarter years not having seen you once. Not at any party, not at any club, not even on campus. Perhaps it's for the best because if he knew you existed, his focus would boil down solely to you as it does now. Trailing the stacked silver hoops and chains lining your ears, the dermals under your right eye haloed by dark, unworried makeup, the snake bites settled beneath the plump of your lips with sharp nails and leather clothing plucked from his wildest dreams. Slouched back and manspread, he gets full view of the belly piercing beneath your black vest, a skeleton hanging at the bottom.
It's then he thinks he might explode.
"Riki, you good?" Heeseung asks, blowing smoke with a knowing smirk. Riki can only groan. "Brownies already hitting?"
"Something like that," he only spares his friend a glance, eyes fighting for more time with you, a polite smile on your lips. He hates how quick he is to imagine your lips elsewhere. "We haven't met before."
"We haven't," you confirm. "I had the displeasure of being in a group with Jake for some workshop a bit ago. I'm only in it for the baked goods."
"Sounds like something totally unrelated." Beomgyu chimes in.
"He wishes," your nose scrunches, laugh contagious in the coy smiles dispensed around the group. "Good to meet you, Riki. Your fits live up to the hype."
Riki points to himself, incapable of social interaction. "My fits?"
"Hair's a bit questionable. Bro looks like he got electrocuted." Heeseung jokes, just to wind him up.
"Coming from a man smoking cheapo cigs, I'd pipe down," you retort, a low blow that has the guys snickering behind enveloped mouths and veined hands.. "It's cool spiked up. A bit out of place ─ hang on,"
A small, "Can I?" escapes your lips, dialled low enough to confuse his brain into a moment of intimacy, his answer immediate nod as he nods. Then, his eyes trail, following your hand that has the lightest touch, carefully arranging his hair back into place, concentration pulled into satisfaction as you admire your work. "Now this is a look."
His blush floods all the way to his ears, not missed by Heeseung who only shakes his head with a chuckle, sending dancing eyebrows and bitten back smirks his way. Riki chooses to ignore it over the gentle thump of music from inside the house. It’s so starkly dissimilar to the calmness of the back garden, nothing but conversation and Jake's chill RnB playlist humming through his phone's speakers. Riki learns all sorts about you that night, lulled by your velvety voice and weed making him float on a cloud. However, what becomes blaringly obvious is no matter what anecdotes he learns over the short time you spend outside, it will never suffice.
Not until you're his to have.
Whatever Riki's dissertation his Sports Science degree is based on takes a backseat, all of his thoughts circling back to you. He experiences the phenomenon of life at university, where you see a person once and never see them again or see them everywhere ─ you are the latter. Blooming in places once unimportant to him, now noted down by the grace of your presence. He sees you in the university mail room collecting your guitar pick parcel, sees you on the grassy lawn near the library catching the sun's rays while he's sentenced to lecture catch-ups in the library, cat eye sunglasses perched on your septum-pierced nose, laughing as a kicked football bounces off your sunbathing friend's ass. He sees you in said library nodding your head to the Drum & Bass leaking through your headphones, blitzing through work with coffin nails pattering against your keyboard. He even catches you outside the Design School building, giggling as you swap a blunt between friends in a nearby bike shed, not the least bit worried of getting caught.
Having access to you like this makes his mind wonder, go places fuelled by fantasy and desire, and it hotwires his system to you. In your mystery black but bright smile, the silver of your jewellery and the warmth of your heart. How in all the moments he thinks he's alone in seeing you, your head turns. Most times, you motion him over for polite chatter or simply smile, acknowledging him in the smallest interaction he'll spend all day thinking of. His brain doesn't allow him to forget you, finding every excuse to bring you up in conversation, try your favourite foods, listen to your favourite artists (which has a lot of crossover with his) and just…well, simp over you as Heeseung so lovingly puts it.
Riki can protest all he wants, but he knows it to be true. How much he's fallen for how you move through the world like its yours, carving every bit of yourself in spaces he'll never forget, whispering your name in suppressed whimpers as he doesn't let his thoughts venture too far, just the image of you laughing at some poor joke he made or the compliments you so freely give him.
And then he's coming. All over his hand, sticky with relief and shame. He can only sigh then, because even if he hates himself for how low his obsession has taken him, he can't bring himself to banish all thought of you.
You're hard to forget after all.
"Is she coming?" Riki asks, always referring to you as he follows Jake down the stairs. The older of the two scampes through to the living room where Sunghoon's left some hockey game playing and ventures back into his room, lived in-neat with the scent of sea salt living in his space.
"Man, I don't know. It's like you have a crush on her or something," Jake says absently, sifting through his closet for something to wear. Except when he only hears the scrape of his clothes hangers and not Riki's immediate denial, he stops. Looks his friend in the eye, peeking through chestnut curls to display his surprise. "What the fuck? You're joking."
Riki could deny it. Save himself the additional teasing, but he's always been a shit liar.
"She's cool." He ends up admitting, looking down at his suede sneakers. They need a clean.
"Yeah, I bet she is since you beat your meat to her," Jake laughs, pulling out an outfit he's satisfied with - jeans and a brown plaid zip-up jacket. "I get it, but you're not the only one. Jay from Psych acts like she's cast a love spell on him, and Sunoo follows her around constantly. And you know Sunghoon wants her, so…"
Riki groans, fed up with the situation. "Come on, he has options."
"And you don't?"
He considers it. Thinks about that girl in his Advanced Sports Biomechanics lecture he's been pining over since they last kissed first year, but quickly got a boyfriend before he had the balls to ask her out. Thinks about the other girl from the library months ago who he suspects likes girls and somehow, he finds peace in it all. Letting go of a past he no longer identifies with, and finds you. Nestled into crevices of his life that matter more than before.
He's an absolute goner.
"She's special," Riki lets it be known, his nape a source of comfort as his nails scrape away. "I only want her."
"Aren't you a romantic," Back turned to him, Jake circles back with a baseball cap with a design of unbuttoned jeans. He's stolen that out of Riki's closet, reminding him to lock his door when he leaves for lectures. "Maybe talk to Hoon about it. So we can avoid another shared-girl situation,"
"Unless you're into being a cuck or whatever."
"You signed up for that."
"Different strokes for different folks, I don't know what you're into," Jake can only shrug, bottom lip jutted out. "Don't think I want to know either. Just talk to the guy so there's no drama."
And because Riki's preferences don't line up with Jake's, he makes the trek upstairs to the attic room, hearing Heeseung yell from his corner-tucked room, probably playing League of Legends.
And he calls Riki a loser.
Riki knocks, Sunghoon yelling for him to come in.
Up the trifle of stairs, he spirals up into Sunghoon's room, fitting for the so-called 'slut' of their house, the most spacious of all four bedrooms, decently clean with hockey memorabilia scattered all around. He's at his desk to the stairs' right, thick-rimmed glasses on his nose bridge as he actually works on his dissertation, slumping back at Riki's presence.
"Need something?"
He avoids his gaze, fingers threading through the hairs down his nape. He'd cut it if it wasn't for your lone mention of preferring longer hair.
That night he'd dreamed of you pulling on his strands, head between your legs, coming undone by nothing but his mouth.
"Yeah, I wanted to run something by you," he sits on the edge of Sunghoon's navy blue bed, legs not having much strength to stand. He chooses to ignore the mystery white stain centimetres away on Sunghoon's duvet cover.
"Shoot."
"Well, you know," he then mentions your name, shoving back down the spike in nerves at Sunghoon's small but undeniable grin. "You uhm, like her or something?"
"The fuck's with all the awkwardness?" Sunghoon laughs, nose scrunched before he lets out a sigh, fingers carding his hair back. "Yeah, she's cool."
Same words Riki said. He's screwed.
"How much do you like her?" Riki asks, fingers playing with the frayed fabric of his shorts, head buried all the way into imaginary sand. "Because I mean, there's no girl that doesn't want you. I just wanted to know so-"
"So you could get a hall pass?"
His question is accented with a disbelieving brow-raise, something like distaste amongst his moled features. Riki's hand smooths over his neck, unsettled by how nervous he is in the presence of a friend.
"Something more long-term, actually," Riki supplies, finding it in himself to verbalise what he's kept locked away since that night. "I like her. I'd like to take her out if she'd let me."
There's a silence after his words, nothing but the house's usual sounds of Heeseung's yells and keyboard smashes, Jake's playlist playing through the living room speakers. It's a confession he's known since he'd first met you and yet, when said in front of Sunghoon, he isn't quite sure how the words will land.
"Shit Riki," Sunghoon curses, something akin to amusement in his features. He leans back in his office chair, matching grey hoodie and shorts hanging off his large frame. "Should've just said you were serious about the girl. Would've backed off ages ago."
"You seemed close," Riki recalls, thinking back to when you physically helped him brush Sunghoon's teeth. The intimacy of the moment lingers in his mind longer than he's liked.
"Well, yeah. I've been trying since first year," Sunghoon laughs, not even minutely embarassed at being rejected for almost four years. "But she's pretty set on being friends. Even more so lately,"
Recollection pinches his features together, hands smoothing over the five o'clock shadow he almost always has. "Lowkey she might be into you. She's brought you up into convos loads."
Riki can't quite believe his ears. "Sorry?"
"She has this Pinterest board - I even downloaded that for her - for guy fits she likes, but I think it's just what she'd dress her boyfriend in," Sunghoon says, shaking his head. "Anyways, it's like, your style to a tea. So, she wouldn't have to convince you. Plus, she said you're cute. She never compliments guys."
Riki frowns. "Surely that's not true."
"Bro! During my bulk, when I was at like, peak sexiness, she said I looked like I'd burst from all the roids I must be taking," Riki swipes a smile off his face, clearing his throat to disguise his laughter. "Mind you, I don't need enhancers to get big anywhere,"
Riki's eyes roll. "She's also said nice things about Jake, but never his appearance and he's a fucking stud."
"Maybe that's not what matters to her."
Sunghoon rolls his eyes, chair creaking as he turns back to his monitors. "Here you go, Romeo," he shakes his computer mouse, clicks bringing screens to life. "Maybe that's shit she's charmed for ─ couldn't be me. But yeah, go ahead. She's all yours."
A flutter kickstarts in Riki's chest, lips folding over each other to disguise what he's already shown.
"Only mine?'
"Don't push it," Sunghoon warns through a side eye, no real bite to his words. "Close the door behind you, I'm gonna have a tactical jerk before tonight's party."
"Right, because you've got chyl─"
"Get out, Riki."
How Riki's found himself in this situation, he'll never know. Nevertheless, if there's a higher power orchestrating this, he'll spend his existence in good faith because there's simply no way this is happening.
The evening starts off with a crackle of nerves, enough for him to desert his dinner thanks to Jake's inability to make one serving. He apologises, saying he's had a big lunch but his leftovers will be tomorrow's lunch, whisking off to their shared downstairs bathroom to start getting ready. While he does put effort into his appearance, this goes above his norm, every item of clothing or jewellery picked out with precision, laid out and deliberated in time that seems to fly by. He takes his time with his hair, a bit overgrown but styling it like you had that night, dusting the blush on the apples of his cheeks as he peers at his reflection. Heck, he even gives himself a manicure, pushing back his cuticle and making sure his nails are trimmed with no sharp edges, nails shining in chrome like a good luck charm. When Heeseung abruptly comes into his room for some cologne, they're both startled. Riki sitting on his edge of his bed ,in a black bathrobe with a green face mask on, nail file in hand.
Heeseung damn nearly topples over in laughter when Riki pushes him out, shutting the door to hear Heeseung yell out. "Holy fuck, this guy's pussy whipped!"
Perhaps the comedic break does some good to his nerves, but they're very much well and alive once the house party starts, one last night before the Easter break. So, if Riki wants to spend the next four weeks reliving every interaction you've had because he was too scared to get your number, he'd have to put in work tonight.
Usually, he has little to no alcohol before he moves onto weed, but with shaky pupils scanning the living room, he's yet to see you and since his heart can't differentiate between being held hostage and looking for you, he yields to Sunghoon's request of a friendly beer pong game. Sunghoon hard carries their team against his two teammates, Jungwon and Taehyun, and because Riki can't think straight, he has almost four drinks before he's trudging outside, needing some air and a blunt.
The usual suspects are outside - Jake, Haechan, Beomgyu, Heeseung and you. He'd missed you, your entrance made through the back alley because Jake said he had hot gossip that couldn't wait. Relief drops him into the chair opposite, a side-eye cast at Heeseung whose purposely positioned himself next to you with Jake on your other side, the dirty look all but gone when you acknowledge him in front of the entire group.
"Was wondering when you'd swing by," something unlabelled lines your lips, pulled in easiness accelerating Riki's heart rate the more he looks at you. The bore of your eyes. "Wanna hit the bong?"
He's too hopeless to speak, settling for a nod and looking back on it, he thinks it's then that seals his fate. How racket settles in his chest and mellowness makes his lids heavy, opening him up to normal interaction, careless jokes thrown around because despite how comfortable you make others around you, the romantic prospect of you has always held him back. Scared that he'll seem like a try-hard, that he's starved for attention, a turn-off, for a lack of better words. However, his perspective is warped at best, a shuffle of seats having you end next to him as their circle go in and out the house. You talk like you're the only ones outside, close and whispered, enough for the hairs on the back of his neck to stand when you lean in further, lips so close to his jugular he's afraid you'll hear the hammer of his heart. Know he's into you.
"You've got a mole here too," you offer up some space before he's about to combust, your finger instead resting on the mole. It's under his chin, dangerously close to his quick pulse. "They're really pretty."
"I've got more down my back," he answers, because he's stupid. A fucking idiot actually. "Seven, I think."
You lean back in your chair, leg swinging over to hike your impossibly short skirt dangerously high, slyness pulling your features. "Isn't that a treat."
That's the nail in the coffin. One Riki doesn't hear beyond the desperate squeeze his burned lungs do, eyes quickly averting to Heeseung's prying ones, mouthing a shared, "What the fuck?" Somehow you miss it and slip back to conversation, like you didn't single-handedly dismantle Riki's brain. He performs the miracle of making his brain work despite the ingested weed's call for slow, making up some sentences up until Riki mentions his Chrome Hearts themed bong, your eyes sparkling in response. You ask to see it and even though he has many pictures of the thing, he wants to show you properly. Offers a quiet hand to you after he's stood to his feet, smiles mirrored between you two before navigates through the warm bodies swaying to music, beelining to his bedroom.
He notices you lock the door behind you. Shyness offered. "Don't tell me you haven't been locking your door during these parties."
"I'm usually good about it," Riki speaks slower, aided by the relaxation coursing through him.
"Good. Because we've had forks stolen during one of ours," you roll your eyes, shrugging off your faux-fur toasted jacket. You hang it amongst the rack of Riki's coats, the piece fitting in so nicely with his. "Uni students steal anything."
"Tell me about it." He thinks back to the traffic cone Sunghoon had in his bedroom first year, then promptly forgets all about him. About everyone except you.
He shows you the bong, hoping his mind isn't hallucinating how close you are, pretty much doing a Show n' Tell because now with you in his room, everything seems serious. Like if he says the wrong thing, interepts something wrong and goes along with it, it'll ruin his chances forever.
"It's not much, but it's me."
"That's what I like about it," you express, perched on the edge of his bed alongside him. Thighs touching, face illuminated by the black candles matching with every colour choice in the room except deep splashes of maroon. "It's got all your memories, everything you've loved and are. It's…refreshing,"
Your hand falls over his, fingers threading between the gaps of his fingers, squeezing. "Thank you for showing it to me."
"Of course," his answer comes out in a whisper, muffled by the students coming in and out the house. "It's easy with you ─ comfortable."
It's the first bone he throws, not intentionally but a peek into his vulnerability he can't get mad at himself for, not when you're smiling at him like you do. With his laptop in front of you two, where his desk is, he gets his Spotify up, putting on a blend playlist at your suggestion. You don't stop holding hands through the entire interaction, more command in his veins as his thumb grazes over your knuckles. Some more talking happens, but it's almost lost in the grand scheme of things when his heavy lids drop down to your lips, wondering how the cold metal of your snakebites would feel, the noises you'd make when he wouldn't rush kissing you like every loser looking just to get some. How he'd savour you like he's wanted to ever since he laid eyes on you.
The opportunity comes like destiny, over the chorus of Joey Bada$$' 'Y U Don't Love Me?' forever remembered as the moment he kisses you. Colour explodes beyond his closed eyes, a moan releasing at the pillowy press of you, your free hand coming up to cup his face while his other rests around your nape, thumb stroking skin as he loses himself in you. The weed cycling through his system intensifies the moment tenfold, having to hold onto you to assure himself he's tethered to reality, groaning at the cold metal sliding past his lips as he captures your bottom lip in a teasing bite. You moan at that, the prettiest sound he's ever heard and when he's ready to get on his knees to worship you like he's always wanted to, you beat him to it.
"I wanted to─" Riki starts.
The unbuckle of his belt is strikingly loud amidst the house party, ringing in his ears as your tongue swipes your bottom lip, teeth left in its wake as you insist. "Later. I want you in my mouth now."
And who is he to argue? Especially when every second of this is plucked from the dark corners of his mind, watching with a laboured chest as you unbutton his jeans and free him from his precome-damp boxers, cock springing free.
Wonder dazzles in your eyes, a satisfied hum resonating through your chest as your tongue immediately lolls out, swirling all around his flushed tip, ending off a dipped tongue in his precome-filled slit, groaning at the taste. "Fuck, you're huge. Taste good too."
Riki's shoulders drop in defeat, hand coming out to cup your face as he looks at you with agony. "You're gonna be the death of me."
"Don't go dying on me, Riki," you smirk, lowering your plump lips to his cock, hand folded over it, thumb grazing its engorged veins. "You haven't fucked me yet."
Between the weed-amplified sense and the dream that is you, Riki doesn't anticipate himself lasting long. Especially when you're working him like this, unconcerned with being messy as you cover his length in spit, smeared it into your hands to account for what can't fit into your mouth. You start off so sweet, teasing disguised as you cover his length in adoring kisses, from his balls your hands fiddle with, up his shaft to his tip, leaking by the time you get there. The chuckle you do vibrates into his hot skin, earning a hiss from him as you lap it up with devious enthusiasm, taking all you can in one go.
"Fuckkkk,"
If his other hand wasn't supporting him to sit straight, it would've pulled at his bleached strands, thighs quivering at the warm sensation of your mouth feeding itself more and more of him. Your head bobs further each time you take more, sloppy as ever as the wet suction and slick drag eating away at the music from his laptop. Or the party right outside his door, so far from mind as his ears only catch on the sounds of the gags you do on him, overconfident but never relenting, the constant throat-close around him pulling a pained whimper from him.
"God, your throat feels so good, baby," the words come so naturally to him, eyes closed in pleasure. "Taking me so well."
Around his length, you mumble, "I'll take more. I want more."
He damn near comes right then and there, precome beading down your throat you attempt to fit more of him into. Riki throws his head back, fingers carding through your hair and pulling, not meaning to but spurred on by your moans of ecstasy, his cock throbbing in your mouth as you keen, "Harder please,"
So sweet to him, he could never say no to you. As your head bobs, your tongue swirls, a groan unearthed from the deepest of Riki's chest as he pulls harder at your strands, breaths coming out hard and fast as he tries holding himself back. But you're so good, moving your hand in tandem with your mouth, sucking him like he's the best thing you've put in your mouth and he undoes.
"Shit, wait ─ I'm gonna come," he warns, eyebrows pulled together but it appears as no concern to you. Gaining confidence and momentum, you push yourself to nuzzle your nose against his pelvis, gagging hard enough to wet your lashes but everything's secondary to you. Getting Riki to come is everything, which comes as you whimper and cough around his length, nails scratching at his hips, over the mole you kissed on your way down his torso and he comes. "Gonna fill your─hmph!"
He pulls hard at your hair, only adding to his orgasm as you squeal around his length, wiggling your ass like you'll push into some pressure and it kills Riki, flooding your mouth in hot spurts of come, his body curling into itself as his cock softens in the mouth you keep him in. Once he's blinked enough for his sight to return, relieved but wanting more, his cock slips from your glossed lips, your face coming into view as tears streak down your warm cheeks, so pretty and perfect for him with come edged in the corner of your lips.
"Don't swallow."
You're about to swipe the come into your mouth when he says that, curiosity in your expression, morphing into surprise as he pulls you closer into a kiss. The gasp muffles against his plump lips, some of his come already down your throat but enough shared between your mouths as his tongue darts into your mouth, kissing and tasting every inch of you, leaving you dizzer than ever. You're fawn legged, collapsing in a heap back onto the grey carpet after the kiss, looking up at Riki with saucer eyes, a look across his face familiar in the way he feels he looks at you like. He can do nothing but smirk as his thumb swipes away missed come from the corner of your lips, licked off his thumbpad.
"We taste so good together, angel," he smirks, darkness flared in his eyes. "Just like I thought."
Riki thinks he's scared you off.
Perhaps the heat of the moment led him astray and this is its consequence, but he'd been so deprived of your lips on him, he took every chance to have you on him. Including when your mouth was full of come.
When Heeseung hears this the next morning, he sits there with his pink cat-ear headphones with a jaw dropped, appalled. "You're a fucking freak, dude. Or a narcissist. I can't tell the difference."
Heeseung's words don't inspire much confidence, especially when Riki recalls how after the kiss, your phone buzzed, a frantic call coming from your housemate that ultimately ends up with you disappearing into the moonlight, a thousand apologies falling from your lips as you scurry out the door, shouldering people in the torpido wind you rush off with. Nothing more said, just a rushed goodbye...not even a goodbye kiss, if Riki allows himself to be more embarrasing about you.
Days later, he's settled on a kitchen stool, house vacant as the rest of the guys have left for the holiday break. Riki runs his hands through his hair, cursing himself for scaring you when he had you. Plentiful curse words cross his minds, cut off by the ping of his phone lighting up on the kitchen marble counter.
Unknown number: hey, i got your number for jake. sorry for the unexpected text (╥﹏╥)
Unknown number: my housemate's boyfriend broke up with her and i think we've eaten enough ice cream and egged his house enough for her to get home okay. i don't like how i left things, but i at least wanted offer an explanation for me dipping so suddenly.
Unknown number: if you're still around, you're welcome to come round mine or i can come to yours. i'd just like to talk things out if you're willing to. i'm really sorry <3
Being mad at you hadn't even crossed his mind, but it very clearly crossed yours. And when the realisation hits, he grabs the few things he needs and bolts out the door, on his way to you.
You're waiting outside your doorstep for him when he drifts round the corner, air cycling out his lungs as he runs the rest of the way, watching you blink back surprise, only for it to muffle against his lips as he crashes lands on you, face screwed in all the worry and longing he has for you. Always had for you, body pressed to yours as you melt into his embrace, hands gripping the collar of his jean jacket for dear life as you lose yourself too.
Not much talking is done, just a lot of 'miss you's and 'you're it for me,' coming from Riki. He's so wrecked when he can have you like this, splayed across the wine and charcoal of your bedspread, shorts and underwear tossed aside, folds glistening with all the arousal swimming in your eyes as you cry, "Riki, please."
"Let me, princess. Let me," he whispers breathlessly, so close to your cunt, the warmth of his breath making you shudder. "You're so fucking pretty, baby. Been dreaming of this forever."
Speaking like a man tortured, he gives into his dreams, falling into the inevitable as he presses a kiss to your clit before licking a stripe straight from your entrance back to your clit, swallowing slick after the swirls of his tongue. You keen high in your throat, hands flying to his hair for stability, nails grazing his scalp as his life's purpose deviates to eating you out, eyes falling shut as he gets off on the withers of your body, your breath quivering each time you whine his name. He catalogues it all ─ somewhere where his brain isn't present, laser-focused on the slow open mouth kisses he gives your clit, tongue swiping to the chorus of your moans.
"Rikiiii," you whine, his eyes finding yours squinted as pleasure blooms across your face. "Your fingers ─ hmph! Need them,"
"Anything you want, pretty thing," he mumbles against you, lips glistening in your slick as two fingers trace your entrance, obsessed with its repeated clench to catch them. He noses along your cunt, swirling his tongue with the right pressure to chase after your incoming orgasm. "Just ask me, I'm all yours."
The impatient whines dye his ears red, eased by helpless whines as his arm extends to your chest, pushing up the flimsy material of your tank top to play with your pebbled nipples, thighs closing around his head. He doesn't care, the close proximity only gets him harder as his fingers push into your crying walls, closing in on him with everything you have.
Your fingers pull harder on his hair, a groan stifled against your clit as his fingers curls in you, a croak in your throat echoed as the sensation ripples through your body.
"You're so pretty when you don't know what to do with yourself," he chuckles, a harder curl of his fingers bringing a stretched keen through gritted teeth. "Feel good, baby?"
"I-I can't think," you admit, cheeks flushed and expression dazed, eyes trying to find his. "Just want you, Riki. Want all of you."
"You have me, princess. Let me eat you out first," he speaks in a husk, only aiding the tension-filled coil pulling in your stomach. "You taste so good, baby. I'd spend all day here if I could."
And to an extent, he does. He's so attuned to what you like, how much pressure, how much suction that it's not long before desperate gasps for air swallow the room whole, eating at the wet mess sounds Riki makes between your thighs. Again, it's all secondary to the hurtle your body does, a cross between cries, begs and screams running out your lips as you chant his name, coming and coming. The burst of ecstasy is unlike anything you've ever felt before, body mirroring the free float you do in between someplace between time and space, body raking through with shakes only feeding Riki's ego. Through it all, he maintains incessancy in his fingers as they pump into you, tongue migrating down around his fingers to taste every drop of your come. It's the kind of fixation you couldn't concoct in your wildest dreams, everything a mere mirage as your body just gives whatever Riki takes, sucking your clit and fingering you until you're shivering from overstimulation, bedsheets wet beneath you as you choke for air.
Riki is nice enough to allow the nanoseconds between the removal of his lips on your cunt to the press of your joined lips to let you breathe, whining against you as his tongue darts into your mouth, your head tipped back as your syrupy head lives off the taste of you two mixed, getting every bit of obsession of you two together.
"Don't we taste so good together?" he'd asked and even then, you agreed. More so now that in the bloom of softness and intimacy between you two, fingers curled in his strands as he rids himself of his pesky clothes, not having the heart to separate your lips as you help tug off his trousers and boxers.
When nothing separates you, you do like you did back then in his room, fingers tracing the tattoo on his ribcage with a hungry fever, a kiss pressed into the kiss mark just near his hip before your teeth sink into the mole on the other hip. You're feral, one-track minded as Riki consumes all your thoughts, switching positions until your back is pushed back down into your mattress and your legs spread. Your head lifts to view him hold his hard cock in hand, tip weeping as his body folds in desperation, tip smearing your folds with precome.
"Tell me you want it," Riki gruffs out, eyebrows knitted with pillowedlips. "Beg me to fuck you."
"Riki, please fuck me," impatience and frustration extend every letter of your plea, similar tears lining your eyes as your hand lowers to spread your folds, enticing him by the bite of his lips. "Your cock would feel so good in me. Am I not yours?"
"Fuck, you are."
"Then make me yours."
It's all he needs to hear, having had enough of his own games before he pushes in, both your mouths falling open at the stretch, your walls gripping him with all the hunger you have and more. The molten burn curls your toes and grits your teeth, feeling Riki everywhere, attached to all your senses as your breath stunts at the fill of him. And he has more to offer, feeding inch after inch until he's buried to the hilt, rewriting any concept you know of pleasure to him.
He stalls in you, chest rising and falling as all his eyes consume do is you, your body beneath him, cunt stuffed with his twitching length, skin sweat-lined with a body half the size of him, quivering. Your pupils are blown, your eye colour serving as a mere ring around them, so gone for him he doesn't know how he maintains his composure. Just strokes hair out your face with the back of his fingers before he starts thrusting.
He doesn't start off slow, fast-forwarding to the moment he's pondered when alone and nothing his brain conjured before compares to this. Not in the slightest - the warmth of your skin, the squeeze of your cunt, the cries you do as your stomach pulls in overload, nails scraping at the duvet cover with forgotten restraint. Everything about this, he will never get over, refuses to and with the look you give him, he thinks you feel it too.
He notches himself harder into you, groaning at the high keen you do as your eyes roll back, blinking tears away as you cry. "Kisses, Riki."
"You're so fucked out, princess," he purrs, a carnal feeling harbouring in his chest as he lowers himself down to you, safety-pin pendant on his chain feeding into your mouth, sucked on. "Your mouth's lonely, huh baby? Need to keep it stuffed, don't I?"
You nod around the pendant, all teary and doll eyed for him, soft gasp escaping as you let it go, finger curling around it to pull him closer. "Kiss me."
"Manners."
"Pleaseeeee!" it comes out so rushed, so pathetic you can't quite believe the voice belongs to you, so high you only seek what you want. And that is him alone. "Pretty please, need you. Need your lips, need you so bad, 'Ki."
"Open your mouth."
His command comes out with the kind of authority you're only compliant to, lips parted as spit lands on your tongue, at the back of your throat. Your mouth closes to taste him, whimpering at the mix of you two together. "Again, again. Please,"
"You're so greedy, baby," he replies, voice frayed by the grip of your cunt, smacking bodies bouncing off your cluttered walls. "It's okay, I want you too. Always wanted you."
He gives in, jaw unhinged under a dominating hand that keeps your mouth open for his spit, the force of its landing closing your eyes and contracting your body, a squeal muffled to your closed lips before his lips find them, kissing you like a man possessed. Kissing and tasting everywhere, making sure to fuck you through it all, nails scraping down his shoulder blades and back as he hits your sweet spot again and again.
You could cry. You do, stray tears escaping the squeeze of your eyes, their trail licked by Riki as he separates from you, sharing breaths with his forehead against yours before he leaves altogether, firm hand pressing into the bulge peeking through your stomach as he thrusts in, watching the outline of him in you.
"Rikiiii," you moan, so lost. "So good. You fuck me so─ngh, so good."
"I do, don't I, princess?" he muses, composure fraying further as he relishes in the faint-feel of his tip under his palm. "You're close, can feel you clenching for me,"
"You gonna be my good girl and come for me?"
The coil in your stomach is impossibly tight, you don't know much more you can take, frantic breaths choked back on sobs as you swipe tears out your eyes, looking at him despite the fact. "Yes! I'll be your good girl. I'm gonna come─!"
"Who's making you come, baby?" he asks, his husky voice all around you, your legs pushed to your chest as he leans his bodyweight into you. You can only sob. "Tell me."
"You, Riki. You!" you wail, stumped by your intercepted breath as he pushes further into you, face so close that your lips brush while you whine. "You're gonna make me come."
The coil snaps, everything coming afterwards. The cry of your lungs, the suspension of your breath and the dismantling of your body, so malleable to Riki's whims you accept him whole, hold his face as he ruts into you the last few times, whispering words that make you clench around him.
"Taking all my come like the greedy girl you are, princess," he whimpers, eyebrows screwed tight. "Gonna keep you nice and stuffed. That'll keep you happy, won't it?"
It will, a chorus of agreements and kisses peppering his face as he shatters in your hold, burying himself deepest in you before he convulses, swallowing the room in his drawn out moans and curses. He doesn't want this to end, sees no end in you as he gives a last few half-hearted glides of his cock before he cringes from overstimulation, body collapsing onto you, going soft but keeping you plugged. Just like you wanted.
"You're everything I want," he confesses, pink in his cheeks and tip of his nose as he caresses hair out your hair, easing off you. "Please tell me you're mine. Let me take you out ─ please?"
He's so soft like this, sinking into every tender sentiment he holds in his heart for you. Merriment flutters in your chest, producing the giggle you do as you cast hair behind his ear, loving the overgrown look of his bleached hair. "Took you long enough."
He smiles, the boxy kind that makes your heart soar before he giggles, kissing you with everything between the two of you, together as one.
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synopsis: Riki is a chill guy, and you just happened to be the baddest girl he’s ever spoken to. What was supposed to remain as a client and plug relationship eventually leads to something more dangerous. He’s addictive, you’re addictive. He’s your star boy and you’re his star girl.
content warning$ minors do not interact! Smut, mentions of weed, substance abuse, dom! Riki x sub! reader, oral fixation, oral sex (m and f rec), fingering, unprotected sex (don’t be silly and wrap that dickly-willy), fluff, Riki is cute af, bulge kink, breeding kink, mating press, freakazoids, humping/grinding, overstimulation, pet names: princess, baby, etc.. missionary, creampie, multiple orgasms
wc: 10k. playli$t
ℛ𝖾𝗆𝗂ℛaps: here it is my lovelies!!!! made some changes so it wouldnt be exactly the same as the smau, it'd be boring. so i hope you luuhhh it. If there’s errors, I apologies in advance!!
the glow from your laptop was the only thing lighting up the room of your apartment. You rubbed your temples as the cursor blinked mockingly on yet another unfinished audit report, the redness in your eyes worsened just by looking at it, a blunt ache forming behind them.You stared at sunoo's text for a minute as you contemplated reaching out to the guy that he "knew."
How the fuck would you text him, a complete stranger? Like, hey i'm y/n, and im in dire need of weed? you'd sound so stupid and inexperienced—which you obviously are—but its nothing compared to the immense stress from work. endless. daunting.
Amidst the slight panic that began to surge within you, you searched his username. The moment the profile popped up you'd noticed how swag his profile picture was. You cackled at his bio, "munch munch munch" with a duck emoji. You thought immediately, this guy seems like a vibe…And then you began to analyze his profile, the lesser version of stalking through which you were just getting a preview of this said "chill guy."
So far, his posts leaned more toward the dark aesthetic you know, the guys that claimed half their closet was thrifted (we know damn well they bought that shit straight from the factory). Before you could make the mistake of liking any of his posts, you finally mustered up the courage to dm him.
you: hii you're riki right? a friend of mine recommended me to you for yk…stuff to relax
your stomach flipped when the bubbles appeared in an instant. Damn the guy's fast, you thought. it was actually happening. You were actually one step closer to breaking the fourth wall with a complete stranger just to take a chill pill from a fucked up thing called "life."
nishiwunn_.: yes i am. hi…which friend?
you: kim sunoo
nishiwunn_.: ahh you're y/n. heard gang about you. yeah sunoo's a regular….
you didn't know whether you should've been happy or scared at the fact that a complete stranger let alone a plug knew about you. Because sunoo had tea for days, and you were just about milliseconds away from screaming at the thought of him spilling your most embarrassing moments.
nishiwunn_.: dont sweat, its nothing bad. just that you're inexperienced
by then you were laid flat on your stomach, your tasks completely forgotten as you sighed in relief.
Conversation flowed effortlessly then. you know how it goes, enquiringly for prices—he was actually quite affordable to your surprise. You'd decided then when he mentioned a first time customer discount of 20% (specifically because you were a friend of sunoo's) you'd be using his services for a long time.
Then you came to the decision of settling with gummies, the lowest grade, a starter pack so you'd pave the way for future. Baby steps, he teased you.
you: could it be possible if i got the stuff now or is it too late for you?
Once again, the bubbles appeared and disappeared and you scolded yourself for being stupid enough to want to get your order in the wee am's of the morning. so stupid, so stupid so—
nishiwunn_.: nah im up rn, we can meet up at this location.
your breathe almost left you before you could read his response. You thanked the gods really, he didn't think you were insane enough to want to step out early in the morning for edibles. Instead, between texts, he scanned your profile just as you did his. But one thing about nishiwunn_. he had a habit of appreciating great content and lucky for you, you were just as good as he was. maybe even better.
you immediately shot up from your bed, putting on your uggs and a hoodie because you were too lazy to put a bra on.
Riki engrossed himself in your profile, paying close attention to hoe your bio matched one of his favorite songs by rapper Mos Def.
"Ms.fat booty," he mouthed, fingers swiping at your posts. The more he looked, the more he understood why you had that as your bio. You were indeed one gifted woman…
you: omw
your dm came in as a sign for him to lock in. So he did, took his keys and a pack of assorted flavored edibles before stepping out to the location he'd pinned for the meetup.
the closer you got, the quicker you noticed that riki didn't live too far from you. You practiced breath work the closer you got, all of sudden the nerves took over you. At that point the few people in the streets could be him, oversized attired, probably with a clean pair of timbs on. But none of the figurs you passed were riki…until you spotted on guy leaning against a streetlight pole, his back turned to you.
There was absolutely no way he was that tall. You walked up to him then, suddenly composed.
"uhm, order for the inexperienced individual?" you joked.
Riki turned to face you, with an amused look on his face. "easy there, passerby's might think im dealing drugs with that introduction."
"no shit," you huffed, before anything you instinctively extended a hand to formally introduce yourself. why? you don't know, maybe habit from meeting clients during your internship as a CA. "the name's y/n."
He didn't mean to give you a once-over look, but something about you rubbed off him in a weird way. A cool way. Cute way. his hand was warm when it wrapped over yours—a contrast to the cold of the silver that adorned his fingers like christmas ornaments (side note: he has pretty hands)—and with a lazy shrug he returned, "the name's riki."
For a moment you both fought to hold back smiles from how corny it got. you were the first to break, smile puffing your cheeks until your eyes disappeared into moon crescents. "gosh, i swear im not usually this awakward, i just arrived."
"Nah, you good." his voice was surprisingly deep, considering he was a little younger than sunoo. After stalking your page, he'd come to the realization that the camera had nothing on you, he was well aware of your features by now. And he'd come to the conclusion that not only were you the prettiest customer he's ever had, but your voice was just as pretty.
the morning air seemed to cloak over the two of you. It was a whole lot of smiling, looking elsewhere for a second then back at each other until you reached into your pocket for the cash you scrambled from old jackets. "okay, so i don't want to take up much of your time, im sure you're a busy guy. so…here."
The laugh riki made startled you. It came out without any thought just the reaction at how adorable you were, a total beginner. "shit, you're funny. you could've just sent it to me via app, y/n."
"for real?" your eyes almost popped at the news. "i lowkey thought you preferred cash in case you had to disappear or some shit."
"come on now, this isn't scarface."
Your cheeks almost burned from embarrassment. like duhh y/n, its 2026. No one uses cash for edibles unless its laced with some real dangerous stuff. stay safe kids.
The nerves had eased up long ago, but riki just started enjoying your company. to get to know his customer, of course. "wanna take a walk?"
"where to?" you asked, earning a hum as he scanned the scenery then pointing to yet another street pole a few meters away. "until there."
You agreed to it. The walk was easy to the feet, subtle and un-rushed. Riki handed you a rainbow toned packet, about the size of your palm. "you package m'lady."
"ahh, thank you good sir, you're awful kind."
The vibe was unmissable. From a single meeting alone, as the both of you drew closer to the pole ahead riki noted in his head that you were something else. Funnier than sunoo. You on the other hand had the za on your mind. You barely noticed the way you both fell into step naturally.
Then, the pole was right there, and you had this ridiculous look on your face that bordered on ecstasy and fear.
"you look a little too happy, im starting to think you're about to do some real crazy shit, y/n."
You giggled, half-wheezing. "i'm shaking, what if i die?"
"then i'd remember you as the weakest client i'd ever encountered." he shot you a look, but his mouth capped a judging smile. "i'll even go out of my way to make a poster with stairs to heaven and doves too."
The way you laughed you'd think you were already high but riki was just funny like that. effortlessly so it didn't feel forced like how some guys would just to get into your pants. You sighed then after checking the time on your phone which struck 01:48 am, time sure flies by when you're having a time.
After exchanging banking details, you paid riki what you owed and made sure to save his contacts as well.
"well, i guess ill be heading back now." you said, pursing your lips. riki nodded with a hum that sounded like a purr. "Yeah sure, let me know how it goes then."
"pray for me."
The moment you stepped back into your apartment, you wasted no time unwrapping your newly purchased goody-goods. You took a moment, contemplating whether you should down everything at once or be responsible and take one. You chose the latter and plopped on your couch to let the effects take its course.
You felt a little sleepy, sure, but not what you'd intended to feel—the kind of effect that made you dizzy or rotating round a room like rue in the first episode of euphoria. You huffed and puffed, tossed and turned. you even went above and beyond to take another one but this time, with music to set the mood.
Even after a few minutes of waiting you still felt no change, just slight soothing.
You laughed despite yourself, "did i just get ripped of?"
Your phone buzzed then, screen popping up with a notif from instagram.
nishiwunn_. started following you.
He almost punched a wall at how fast he followed you. He could've waited a few days and asked if you were going to use his services in future. But he couldn't explain it, that pull he had toward you for some reason. Was it attraction? Was it infatuation? Nah it couldn't be, he just met you. But why does he still think back to the smile on your face before you left? Why was it so easy to remember that entire interaction like the back of his hand?
_ynnnie.xe followed you back.
y/n: this shit wack af, need something stronger.
Guess i'll be seeing you more often, then. He smirked, changing position so he laid on his back on the couch with his head resting heavily on the armrest. His very own blunt burning at the butt. He took another long drag at the blunt, letting it sit in his lungs before he rushed to exhale. The good stuff, it seeped through his veins like cotton candy melting on the tongue. The buzz wasn't nauseating like how cigarettes had you on an empty stomach. This was premium stuff, easy in the system with adequate results.
Would you be down to try it? Would you be down to break the fourth wall with him?
Snap out of it riki, she's just a client…
The weekend effect settled onto you the moment Friday approached. You were off from work and had the only thing on your mind was sleeping and being funky in peace. But you did the opposite of what you had in mind. You completely forgot about the edibles while you were mid-shave in the shower. One leg after the other and your routine was close to completion.
Thereafter, you spent the rest of the day in relax mode. No work, no audits. None of that bullshit that had you aging a minute faster than normal besides you, your bed and mika cuddled up at your side while you watched love island USA on your laptop.
That's how it went the rest of the day. For lunch you ordered take out, beef pho and chilled OJ. Mika had tuna again, which she never got sick of. The last episode of love island just started getting way too good to miss, when sincere was acting insincere toward Melanie. A total mess.
Your phone buzzed on the nightstand. You hadn't even realized you were off your phone the entire day, considering it was almost 8pm. Sunoo was probably pressed you ignored him all day long.
The rhythm of your heartbeat slightly increased when you saw his name.
riki plug: Yo, hope you good. saw your dm from last night about the gummies…
riki plug: i've got some new samples if you wanna try
riki plug: fyi they're not gummies, so hmu if you down?
you typed back instantly, fingers moving before you gave it a second thought.
you: is it safe?
riki plug: not everything's safe. jk it wont kill as much.
you: ayo, that's not convincing. you trying to collect bodies or what riki?
He giggled to himself at that.
riki plug: my bad im not that great at giving warnings. But if it makes you feel better i tried it yesterday and of the strains i've tried, this one takes the cup. It's smooth sailing.
You contemplated it, trying a blunt for the first time. Hell even the way he'd described his experience—smooth sailing—you couldn't help but imagine how it'd make you feel. What if this was a chance to find your fit and finally take a chill pill and escape reality? Well y/n, you'll just never know if you don't take the leap. Just remember, you're damned if you and you're damned if you dont.
You gave Mika one look, cooing whether you should do it or just stay home and never enquire for a fix. Her double meow was enough to make that decision.
you: im down…
riki plug: meet me at the 7/11 in 15, ye?
you: Bet
Once again, your nerves doubled down and messed with you as you got ready. You wore your shoes on the wrong sides of your feet and then took them off to fix them. Suddenly your favorite pair of jeans couldn't move past the widest part of your hips. So much for stacking on protein the past few months.
Meanwhile, sunoo couldn't understand why riki wasn't replying to his texts. He texted and called texted and called, but riki was too focused on looking for his favorite leather jacket. Then his phone rang again and he picked up.
"mh, what?" he answered, hands occupied with scavenging through his closet for a good fit to look effortlessly presentable.
"so much for a plug it's like you're one of my hoes ghosting me. what gives bob marley?" sunoo said. "i need my refill."
"yeah, yeah you'll get it as soon as you pay what you owe, which is 30$."
sunoo whined on the other end of the receiver. In the background riki could here a guy talking about random nothings, probably sunghoon. "you know i'll pay you back ri, just this once i promise."
"it better be," riki almost stumbled on a pile of clothes as he sat on the bed to put his shoes on. "your friend might just be my new fav client with the way you acting."
And then silence. Sunoo processed his words, took them in regurgitated them and analyzed them again. Riki never said such things back then, and there was one time sunoo owed close to 100$ but riki never threatened to replace him with another customer.
"you mean y/n? has she tweaked out yet?" sunoo glanced at sunghoon who was to occupied with burning one side of a steak.
riki was almost done dressing up, putting his phone on speaker while he searched for a subtle cologne. "not at all, she's cool as fuck. She's even down to try a blunt next."
The shuffling and cologne spirts was unmistakable to sunoo's ears. Goosebumps painted his skin and his mouth hung agape. No…this can't be. "you're off to see her, aren't you?" sunoo mumbled.
"of course, someone's gotta teach her to puff and pass." riki chuckled.
"and that someone is you, im guessing?"
"who else would teach her? Someone has to do it, so i willingly nominated myself."
Sunoo was in disbelief. In his 5 years of knowing riki, every girl he sent his way never got such "customer service." if anything, riki wasn't the type to go out his way and spare time to teach someone to smoke a blunt. He never did that with me.
"i swear to god riki, my instincts are kicking in like crazy. this better not be what i think it is…"
Riki paused, eyes trailing about before furrowing his eyebrows. "that is..?"
"YOU'RE ACTING LIKE A SIDE. next thing i know you're actually finding her attractive."
"she is bad, thoug—
"RIKI!"
"okay, okay. im just going to give her the stuff and come back home, okay? cool, as long as we understand each other."
Riki dropped the phone before he could hear any more of sunoo's lecture about treading carefully, or something along the lines of don't you dare, that's my friend and you're weird.
But Riki's grown, you're grown—humble adults that just simply have a promising relationship as client and plug.
But that was debunked the moment he saw you pull up at the 7/11. You spotted riki sitting at the outside table with two cans of soda unopened, but what you didn't catch was the way he stared you down as you walked closer. Your soft curves, it was almost criminal to imagine how you got into those jeans.
"hey." you waved at him and took the seat just opposite him. he smelt good. you smelt like heaven.
"you made it." he managed to keep his voice leveled, though it took everything in him not to compliment you.
"you ready?" he asked, one eyebrow lifting as he took a sip on his soda.
"right now, right here?" you whispered, scoping the scenery so no one would dare label the two of you as sus. As always, you always manged to put a smile on riki's face, better yet, a soft laugh. He was defeated. "You're acting as if we're doing something illegal, relax girl."
"aren't we though?" you questioned, voice pitching a little higher, earning another laugh from him. Riki took it as a sign that you were probably uncomfortable with doing it in front of people, you know smoking of course. "wanna head to my car?"
"sure."
His car wasn't too far from the 7/11. His sleek ride parked perfectly hidden from any spectators.
Riki unlocked the car, making sure to open your door which you thanked him for.
"This is nice," you dragged, taking in the interior and how well kept it was. Bonus points for keeping it clean, unlike sunghoon who kept packets of snacks and candy everywhere like an old geezer.
Riki wasted no time in sparking up his little friend. The car reeked of dry plum and oak in an instant, mixing with his intoxicating cologne—cedar and a hint of melon that somehow made the situation feel less dangerous. You sat in the passenger seat, legs tucked under you while the radio played in the background. You held the rolled blunt between your fingers feeling foreign and useless.
Riki leaned back in the driver's seat, one hand loose on the wheel with all eyes on you. The moonlight cut through the windshield, catching on the silver of his chain.
"first time?" he teased, voice low and calm.
you almost choked before smoking. "be gentle with me, now. sheesh."
he smiled, soft, almost fond. "i got you, princess. Just take it slow. No rushing."
you brought it to your lips, heart hammering. The first pulled burned, but not as bad as you'd expected it. Kudos to having smoked cigarettes before. You barely coughed, your eyes slightly watered and riki couldn't help but chuckle at the sight, passing you a bottle of water from the center console.
"easy now. you're doing good."
By the second hit you were a pro. Warmth spread through your chest, in and around you. Your limbs grew heavy in the best way, the streetlights glowed like shooting stars. It went on like that. Riki finished the rest of the blunt and you both just sat there talking about anything and everything under the dark sky.
"My cat, Mika, has this judgemental look on her face everything i mention gummies of smoking."
"she sounds like she runs the house," riki laughed under his breath.
"she's like my tiny dictator with fangs. She hated my ex though." you smiled, eyes-half lidded. then you turned to him, his head resting on the car seat staring at the radio. "what about you? any pets?"
"nah, too much responsibility when im moving around." he paused, watching you now. "you said your cat hated your ex, right?"
"yeah. total mistake. he was…a whole lot. controlling. Made me feel so small for wanting things he barely gave." you sighed at the recollection. "i stayed longer than i should've and it costed me."
Riki listened to you attentively, eyes on the way your cheeks flushed from the high, the slow rise and fall of your chest, the way you lashes fluttered the deeper you got into topic. His grip tightened slightly on the steering wheel, but his voice remained gentle.
"asshole." he muttered, earning a hum from you. "if i were him," he corrected, almost to himself. "i wouldn't dare to traet you like that, ever."
His words landed heavy in the hazy air. You blinked slowly, a lazy smile tugging at your lips. It was sweet—too sweet—bu the high made everything feel floaty and unreal. It didn't settle too deep the way it should have. "you're smooth when you're high huh, this how you get girls?"
He rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling. "bold of you to assume my antics."
Silence stretched, comfortable. You watched the way the moonlight played across his jawline when he closed his eyes for a minute. The quiet intensity when he clenched his jaw in thought. Or the way his eyes absorbed you when he looked at you. A buzz fluttered in your stomach, spreading a warmth that had nothing to do with the blunt.
"you seeing anyone though?" his question came suddenly.
"wouldn't you like to know," you breathed, avoiding his eyes. Shaking your head softly as you turned to face your side of the window.
His gaze darkened a fraction, but he didn't dare to push. Just to know, just to understand. Instead, he leaned his head back against the headrest, mirroring your relaxed posture.
"we should do this more often you know," he said after a beat, releasing a heavy sigh. "just chill and stuff. no pressure, though its if you're comfortable."
"i am in your car." you said, meeting his eyes. The high suddenly making everything easier to say. You felt the pull, that quiet interest blooming just beneath the surface of your skin, the way his presence filled the car without demanding anything.
"you just let me know when, and i'll see what i can do."
You stared each other down, blaming it on the heat, the music, the weed. Riki nodded once, then turned away with a smirk looking away at the windshield like he was reminding himself to breathe. You caught the way he bit his lip, careful enough to mask the way you fought a knowing smile. He didn't need an excuse to be close to you, but judging from the amount of time he'd known, that was a start. Getting high together in the humble space of his car. He was woke enough to know juts how much he wanted to lean over, grab the back of your neck and clash his lips onto yours. He wanted nothing more badly than tasting the sweet smile off your lips.
But he stayed on his side of the car, fingers drumming lightly on the wheel.
Not yet, he told himself. Don't be a creep, be a gentleman.
For that moment, you just sharing a blunt with him for the night was enough.
Days blurred passed and sunoo was furious at the fact that you were getting between him and his plug.
"—and then i have to see on your story that you were having a wonderful time, alone with him…"
The grill house buzzed with life, every table occupied with five or more people besides you and sunno. you turned the meat over to cook on the other side, nodding, "you're being dramatic, sun."
"oh am i? me, dramatic. you're like—
your mind had a mind of its own, drifting to the night you'd spent with riki. You'd spoken casually thereafter, kind of building a friend-like ship behind the scenes. Sunoo's voice just became background noise when your phone lit up with his name:
riki plug: i'm guessing he's still sulking about that night huh?
You smiled, dropping the utensils to asnwer his text.
you: it's like im friends with a toddler, he can't stop whining.
riki plug: someone's a little jelly i see. tell him i'll make it up to him.
you: oh and then sit through another lecture of how its sneaky to text someone else under the table while he rambles on? no thanks.
riki plug: oh, you hiding me away now. what do i embarass you, y/n?
you rolled your eyes as you typed.
you: as if, i just can't stand being told what to do.
"you're not even listening to me aren't you?" sunoo deadpanned, but you were so indeedp in the convo with riki that you barely clocked that the meat was burning.
"oh—shit," you acted fast, placing your phone on the side without locking it. "that's what you get for not paying attention. let's see what it is you were busy with." his hand moves before your brain could process it.
Shit, you didn't lock your phone. riki was still typing last you checked.
you just froze the moment sunoo read the texts:
"that's a dangerous thing to say to someone who's good at giving instructions…" he cocked an eyebrow up. You lifted to get your phone back but ever so slippery, sunoo dodged you and scrolled some more. "s-sunoo—
"—oh and you're meeting for dinner in a week."
you grabbed your phone then, after all the struggle.
This wasn't how it was supposed to pan out. "we need to talk." sunoo shook his head. great another lecture.
you started posting more than usual—soft selfies on your close friends, late-night study setups, one particularly dangerous mirror shot in tight leggings with your hair cut short.
Riki was losing his mind.
He sat in his car after a drop, thumb hovering over the screen. The picture, the arch in your back. The way those pants only did you justice , hugging you just right he wished his last name was polyester…He groaned, struggling not to palm his aching hard on. Luckily his windows were tinted enough to half-indulge, finally plaming himself through his sweats, grinding up into his hand as he stared. "fuck, y/n…"
and then his phone chimed, snapping him back to sanity.
You: you ready for tomorrow?
he exhaled sharply, forcing his hand away with a needy groan.
riki plug: i'll pick you up at 8pm
he did just that. riki picked you up on time, making sure to open the door for you after you hugged each other "hi"
The place was a hidden gem, part restaurant, part listening party with lowlights, great food and a playlist that shifted from chill R&b to something heavier. The two of you pre-gamed with a shared blunt before entering, the high settling warm and hazy in your veins.
conversation started off easily. Music—you both shared a liking for michael jackson. your cat mika's latest chaos. His late night deliveries. Somewhere between sharing a plate of pizza and sipping on his drink to taste, not shying away from using the same straw, the tension thickened like molasses with every shared look, every accidental brush of the knees under the table.
you looked so pretty under warm lights, he thought. Why does he keep looking at me like that? you thought.
You took it as an opportunity to play with him a little, maybe test the edge to an extent. so you leaned forward with that teasing smile, leg brushing his under the table. oopsies. "so…do all your clients get this kind of treatment, or am i special?"
His eyes darkened when he leaned closer. his arms crossed on the table, lips curving. "only the ones who drive me crazy from a single post."
"oh, so you were stalking me huh?" you mock-asked, smiling sheepishly as you side-eyed him. he laughed in a breath, rubbing at his chin in the process. The atmosphere was just right, perfect timing to fix whatever it was you were doing to him under the table. Better yet, he could show you if you'd let him…
"dance with me."
"you asking or are you telling me, mr. nishimura?" you tilted your head. "which would you prefer, y/n?" his toned back, the very same way to have an effect on you as it did on him.
On the floor, bodies pressed close. Cologne to sweet-haven scented lust, the beat thumped low in contrast to your heartbeats. You turned, back against his chest, rolling your hips against him. Clearly it was what he wanted the way his hands instinctively gripped at your sides. He pulled you in tighter from the waist, his breath hot against your ear.
"this you? or the weed has you acting different around me, princess?"
you smirked, grinding back harder, feeling the length of him harden against your ass. From the feeling alone you could tell he was massive, hung with delight. "Mmh, it could be. Why, you don't like it?"
He nuzzled into your neck, nibbling into the flesh where you pulse raged for contact. "what a dangerous thing to ask, y/n. there's people around."
Your eyelids fell heavier when you felt his free hand caress the exposed skin of your thigh. To anyone who was sober enough to take notice of how close the two of you "danced" they'd know that you both needed it. you both wanted it. expeditiously.
you turned to face him, hands flat on his chest as he looked down at you through half-lidded eyes. "maybe i like dangerous."
He could've devoured you live if he could, instead his mouth traced inches away from yours, hot breath-to-hot breath. "Bathroom, now."
The single stall door barely clocked shut before his mouth galloped over your neck. You trembled with heavy legs, his hands were greedy squeaking and kneading the plump flesh of your ass.
Your moans we're light, music to his ears that an impatient knock dare disturb his favorite song.
"Yo, man I gotta use the bathroom." The guy knocked.
"Fuck off!" Riki growled into your mouth. His hands bunching your skirt up. "Damn boy, that bad huh?"
His lips trailed lower til he was on his knees, eyes focused on the wet patch that stained the lace of your panties. A throaty cry left your mouth with a single swipe of his finger, before pulling the material to the side. Probing you wet and swollen.
"Save the teasing for later." He said it like a man starved of affection. "can you spread for me?"
And like the good girl you were, you complied, stretching until he could just enough to rip your underwear to shreds. "Ri—
"—fuck, look at you," he groaned, spreading your thighs, placing each leg over his shoulders. His tongue dragged over your slit, collecting the stretchy slime until it became one with his saliva. A tingle shot up through your clit, like electricity to water, riki's tongue worked over you rapidly until he had you shaking through the heaviness.
You moaned, threading your fingers through his hair. "Riki—oh my god—"
He devoured you, he munched on you, two fingers curling deep while his mouth worked you relentlessly as though it were your wedding night. "You taste so good, baby. My pretty client soaking my face. Yes, ride my face baby—nigh like that."
You heard him purr and it egged you on to quicken the pace. Using his face to soothe the stubborn ache he created. Your mouth hung open with needy breathes, your limbs heavy from the weed from earlier you were seconds away from tapping out.
"Ah, riki, it's too much.."
"Easy baby, I've got you." He cooed, sliding three fingers into you. Plunging himself in and out with pleasurable force. The squelching between your thighs bubbled in the space, life sounds he'd record to listen to in his car every time he drove it. You clenched over his fingers then, trembling as you felt your high nearing.
"You wanna cum, princess? Hmm?"
You nodded.
And with a slow drag, his tongue met you once more. No one had ever prepared you for how good brain in the bathroom would be, especially with someone who was supposed to stay a plug—according to sunoo's standards.
Riki never let up. "Cum for me, baby. Let me drink it."
You shattered hard, thighs clamping around his head, his grinding against his tongue as you came with a broken cry. His fingers remained inside you. Stroking slow and steady, it gave a slight headache.
He rose slightly enough to give you a sloppy and deep kiss, letting you taste how you tasted on him. His cocks was rock hard in his pants and even though he knew what you wanted form the look in your eyes he assured that he was saving it for later.
"Can I take you out on a proper date next time?" He panted against your mouth. "Make this official?" You kissed him back, tongue grazing his lazily and lingering, nipping his bottom lip. "I thought this was the date."
You chuckled, eyes looking down at his swollen duck lips. "Or was this one of your silly games of trying to get into my pants, mr. Nishimura?"
He laughed darkly, grinding onto air. "You're so bad."
The date came as a surprise more than it did a coincidence. You just didn't know that sunoo eventually gave up after riki promised him a lifetime worth of supply in exchange for points to get into your heart.
As always, he never failed to succeed in doing so. The cinema was dimly lit and chilly, but the warmth of riki's hoodie kept you warm and cozy. The plush seats were just as cozy and comfortable, and in between you sat large bucket of buttered popcorn and a rainbow slushy. Riki had chosen Michael, a movie he caught you gleaming over in small convos. The gesture was beyond anything you'd ever imagined. you mostly spent your birthday alone or with sunoo and hoon, but today just felt right. It felt like you deserved it.
You sat in the back row, popcorn halfway through before the lights went down. The edible situation became routine for the two of you, a riki x y/n thing. He called it the adventures of "stargirl and starboy." goofy but cute.
Halfway through the movie, specifically the pepsi, your heart shattered at the sight. Riki's hand found your in the dark, to comfort you, to let you know that he was there to share your experiences with him. His fingers were warm as they laced with yours, thumb brushing slow, soothing circles on your skin. The quiet connection was enough for you. and when you glanced at him, you glanced the softest smile on his lips eyes fixed on the screen but clearly distracted by you.
For the first time, he's holding back—you realized. The same guy who had been so effortlessly filthy in texts was choosing gentleness tonight. The same guy who thought the kitchen counter was the perfect place to try reverse cowgirl was suddenly the biggest babygirl between the two of you. It made you chest feel strangely full with something you never knew you missed.
when the movie ended and the credits rolled, you saw him bust a move for the first time. moon walking and kicking and shit, it was a sight to see. He even got a standing ovation from the crowd that stayed to watch. He was glowing with an electric current, a foreign thing—pure energy that drew you in from day one. He turned to you, voice low. 'you okay?"
you nodded, smiling—the high wasn't great enough to blame your gleaming smile on it. You admired riki. "better than okay. i haven't felt this…light in months."
His arms wrapped around you instantly, your head to his chest, and his hand caressing your hair. you almost cried at how good it felt to be loved, how good it felt to be childish around him without being judged, but most of all how good it felt to not have to ask for affection. with riki it was first nature to touch you. he couldn't live a day without having graced your skin. " let's get some lunch, baby, okay?"
"yeah. kiss me first."
did he not listen like a good boy.
Lunch afterward was simple and humble— a sunny cafe with sandwiches, iced drinks and a shared slice of cake. It was so funny when he sang you happy birthday in that baritone voice of his. You were finished, and he was a nervous wreck trying to light up the DIY cannabis shaped candle he made. "make a wish, princess." you took a moment to think about it and you did. when you blew the candle you don't know what wahsed over him. Adult zoomies? or maybe just excitement when he smeared chocolate cream on your face and licked it off. "r-riki! we're in public."
"you didn't care when we were at McDonald's last week."
You laughed over little things, how he admitted he secretly loved old movies like because they reminded him to slow down. At one point, he fed you a bite of dessert, eyes soft when you laughed at the sweetness on your tongue. "you've got a little—" he reached over, thumb gently wiping the corner of your mouth. His touch lingered on your skin a second longer than necessary. That spark was evident, but he pulled back before he'd ruin it by being too horny.
"you're so pretty, y/n."
his words caught you off guard. you didn't know how to react besides stutter and blush. you softly nudged him with your fist. "stop it."
"why?" he laughed catching your hand and placed it over his heart. the smile on his face was cheesy as cheese could ever be. all 32 of his pearly whites on display. "this is what you do to me every time i look or even think of you."
"you're such a dork, gosh." you stood up running toward the amusement park. he followed suit, laughing with every bit of glee he had in him. " a dork for you!"
The amusement park was the perfect finale. The colors blended vividly together well—kudos to the lasting effects of the edibles—laughter bubbling up easily. Riki stood close as you stood in line for a ride, hand brushing yours and then lacing his fingers with yours.
the sun was setting then, and you should've know by the way the rhythm of his breath changed that he was up to something. So he leaned lower until his mouth was near your ear. "you could honestly ride something else and save money."
"ew, not now."
the line shortened then, excitement bubbled in you. the climb to the top was slow, heart-pounding anticipations building. At the peak, as the car paused for the heart-stopping second, he squeezed your hand.
"for future reference, hold on tight, stargirl."
the drop was pure chaos, wind whipping your hair, screams turning into breathless laughter. Riki played too cool for the ride, barely making a face so he'd look presentable for the secret cameras they hid to catch you lacking. When the ride ended, you were dizzy and giddy. The picture showed riki's face filled with air with his mouth wide open. you just straight up logged with your hair covering your face.
"you look like that ghost from the ring." he giggled pointing at the screen. you shot him a look, face painted with mock disgust. "and you look like scrooge mc'duck giving the air a blowjob."
riki pulled you tight into a hug right there on the platform, rubbing your head like you were some gold statue. Then he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. "best date ever," he murmured, voice warm agaisnt your hair. "even if you screamed louder than the ride."
you swatted his chest, cheeks flushed. "shut up, you know you loved it." He grinned, stealing one more sweet, lingering kiss under the evening light—just lips and quiet affection. "yeah i did. remake at my place?"
The door to his place clicked shut behind you, sealing the cool night air outside, The space was surprisingly warm and lived in—soft lighting from a few down lamps, a large sectional couch piled with throws and plump cushions. He even had the space spritzed with sandalwood and something faintly sweet. It felt like him…chill, a little mysterious, but undeniably comfortable.
"make yourself at home, princess," riki said, voice low and easy as he kicked of his shoes and took yours off after. He then shrugged his hoodie off, revealing the simple white tank underneath, silver chains glinting against his collarbones. The definition in his arm muscles did things to you. "want me to get you soemthing to drink? snacks? i've got that premium stuff you like too."
you smiled, toes sinking into the soft rug as you followed him into the open lounge area. "whatever you're having, i'll have."
he grinned over his shoulder, grabbing two packets of chips from the kitchen counter. You took space into the sectional, the cushions enveloping you. riki joined you a moment later, placing the bowl of snacks in the center of the table before reaching for a small chrome box on the coffee table. He pulled out a pre-rolled blunt, lighting it with a lighter that clicked softly in the quiet room—the first inhale filled the air with that familiar earthy scent.
he took a slow drag, then passed it to you, eyes soft and watchful in the low light. "still feel good?"
you exhaled and leaned closer to him. "as ever." The smoke curled lazily toward the ceiling as you passed it back and forth. Conversation stayed light at first, a recap of how you spent your day together—the movie, the roller coaster, how both mika and sunoo would be on your case when you got home. But the high deepened, making touches linger, smiles easier.
Mid-way through the blunt, riki paused, eyes lighting up like he'd just remembered something important. "wait—almost forgot something."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small pink velvet box. "Happy birthday, princess. for real this time."
you sat up straighter, the haze and the dream-like scenery overloaded your senses. He opened th box to reveal a delicate silver necklace—a gorgeous cross pendant adorned with pink and white diamonds, initials R+Y engraved subtly on the back.
your breath caught, fingers grazing the box too scared that you might damage it, or maybe it was too much to accept. "riki this is…its beautiful."
he moved closer on the couch, the blanket slipping off one shoulder. turn around."
You did, lifting your hair exposing your neck. his fingers were warm against your skin as he fastened the clasp, the chain cool as it settled against your collarbone. the soft sensation sent shockwaves through you. he pressed a soft kiss then to the nape of your neck, lingering there with a low hum.
"looks perfect on you," he murmured.
You turned to face him half way, eyes gleaming, fingers tracing the pendant. "thank you, baby. i love it."
The air between you thickened. still high, everything felt slow and magnetic, especially the way you looked at him with those thankful eyes. he cupped your face, thumb brushing your cheek. "i love you, y/n." His eyes were half lidded when he said those words. Dark with want as he stared you down on the couch, the silver necklace you'd just received gleaming against your collarbone.
He kissed you slowly at first, sweet and lazy making sure your lip recoiled after he bit it. But the high and the long building tension turned it deeper. his tongue slid into your mouth, warm and silky with his hands roaming at your plush skin.
"come here, princess," he hummed, in a throaty groan, kinda rough around the edges. you crawled into his lap, the necklace cool between your bodies as the kiss grew hungrier. But you felt some other kind of growth the more you settled in the way you straddled him. Your hands found balance at his shoulders whilst his hands traced from being settled on your hips to gripping your fat ass. "damn, baby. all this for me?" he groaned into your mouth with the corners of his lip lifting in a smirk.
he didn't rush. instead, he peeled you off gently like an orange. The fine mist of the citrus was nothing compared to the fountain that dripped from between your legs the more he stripped you bare. First your top, leaning in to press soft kisses along your jaw, down the side of your neck, inhaling the scent of your skin mixed with the weed.
Then came you bra, the clip popping open before he slipped the straps down your shoulders. Eyes never leaving you in the process. he bit his lip when you hissed at the sensation his fingertips gave on your hardened buds. He groaned softly, cupping them gently, thumbs circling your nipples until they hardened even more under his touch."been thinking about peeling this off you all day," he whispered, lowering himself against your pulse point. Licking his way down to a nipple while he fondled with your other boob.
you mewled the faster he licked and the harder he sucked. then rotation to give attention to your other breast.
It was too much. he was rock hard under you. the way he sucked onto your skin fueled the fountain between your legs. it felt uncomfortable how your underwear stuck to your folds, and sandwiching between them as you humped on him.
"fuck…look at you," he breathed. hands guiding you at your sides, palms warm on the low of your back. you shivered, your head felt heavier than the rest of you—amplified by the brush of his fingers, the stiffness that raged at your core. "riki, baby…"
"shh. let me enjoy this." he leaned forward, kissing the valley between your breasts without missing the rhythm. But then he grew impatient, he lifted you up slightly. He tugged your pants completely off and threw it somewhere. all you had left was your necklace, your panties sandwiched between your folds and the very last of your dignity. Riki's hands roamed over your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh, thumbs dipping under the waistband of your panties but not pulling them down yet.
He leaned flat, back against the couch, pulling you with him so straddled his face. You were hesitant, afraid that you might suffocate. "y/n, please let me have this."
his hands pulled you down completely. you squealed when his nose took up space between your cunt. His hands traced the low of your spine, cupping your ass and pulling you closer until he had you riding his face with full force. "yes, fuck baby ride my face." he mumbled, fingers pulling your panties to the side and sliding in two fingers to get you going. "so fucking pretty. tastes so good," he slurped, voice thick from the lack of air under you. "my stargirl, all mine. hear me?"
"huh?" you whined, struggling to hear whatever it was he was saying. "yea sure whatever just—right there…"
your pussy was beyond soaked, you were sopping over him like melted ice cream. His tongue worked along with his fingers, his nose heightening the sensation as it brushed and pressed onto your clit. The gasped, your thighs trembling the closer your climax neared. "oh, riki…i-im g-gon—fuck!"
you gushed onto his face, and he sucked every last drop. making sure not to waste none, not even for the spirits that lingered. You almost collapsed at the weight of your dizziness. but you needed more, more of him. you wanted to have more.
He rose, kissing you sloppy and deep so he could spit in your mouth and feel you swallow it. His cock pressed hot and heavy against your thigh. "need you," he rasped.
you pushed his back, crawling down his body with a wicked look in your eyes. Not a single smile or smirk in sight because you meant business. "my turn."
He was breathing hard already, chest rising and falling as he watched you crawl lower. His cock strained visibly against the front of his sweats, a thick and massive outline begging for your attention. \
"ah—fuck, princess please," he rasped, voice wrecked, hips twitching upward instinctively as your fingers hooked the waistband of both his pants and briefs. You took your time peeling them down his thighs, inch by torturous inch, letting the fabric drag over his skin while his cock sprang free—hot, heavy, and already leaking at the tip. He groaned low in his throat, a needy sound that made your core clench.
You kept composure, brushing your lips along the length of his shaft without taking him in yet. Just another featherlight kiss and the heat of your breath ghosting over his heavy-sensitive skin. He bucked again, one hand guiding the back of your head while the other guided his tip into your mouth with impatience. "m'sorry baby, nghh—you steady playing." he breathed a cry.
but you didnt complain, you let him guide you, use you as he wanted. The sweet-savory taste of his precum painted your tongue the more his shaft pushed in and out. He let out a broken moan, hips jerking up to chase more of that wet heat. “Yes—shit, just like that. Your mouth feels so fucking good… don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
you hollowed your cheeks and sank lower,, taking him deeper inch by inch tip to esophagus. The popping sounds of cum mixed saliva was music to his ears, your light whimpers and choking? even better. "You're so good…so, so good. God—ahh, your mouth is so warm and soft. Want to feel your throat. need it baby, please."
You tapped his thigh, yes. His abs clenched visibly with every controlled glide of your lips, precum bubbling at the corners of your mouth. He thrust deep into your throat once, then retracted and did so again, keeping a steady rhythm as loud groans filled the air. He fucked your mouth muttering sweet nothings in the process, skin slapping against your muffled chocking. "g-good girl, you're such a good girl for me, princess. oh—fuck."
Riki chased his high, his ass cheeks clenched when warm string of his cum sprayed the insides of your mouth. he broke with a sharp, surprised squeak — high-pitched moan. You swallowed gleefully with tears in your eyes. He tasted just how you imagined, like riki—nothing more…nothing less.
you finally pulled off with a soft pop, licking your lips as you looked him dead in the eye. "good?' you asked. Riki was flushed, chest heaving, hair sticking to his forehead and eyes glossy from the high and the intensity. "fuck…you're dangerous," he rasped, pulling you up for a messy kiss.
but the night was far from over, he needed to be inside you and fast. "r-riki!" you yelped when he flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up making sure to give your ass a spank or two. Before he even pushed in you felt his aura from inhces away, "baby, count to three remember?"
"of course baby. together now…"
"one—ah fuck!"
he mercilessly stretched you open, barely giving you time to adjust to his massive cock. He groaned, hand coming down in alight smack that made you clench around him. "so fucking tight, you know that? trying to milk me try and have my babies, princess?"
his thrusts were relentless, skin slapping as he fucked you hard into the couch. your mouth hung open with drool slipping out. You were in a daze with strangled moans. "s-so good riki, more. you're so big."
"you want more baby? You're so wet, taking you plug like the perfect little slut you are for me."
he fucked you hard and deep, the high making every thrust feel endless. you came again with a loud cry, walls fluttering around him.
without leaving you he flipped you onto you back, soothing the ache from arching for too long. you spread wide for him as he settled between you comfortably. The heat surrounding you burned like a furnace, sweat coating your skin and the lingering scent of weed taking effect. "you ready baby?" he tapped his heavy tip wetly against your soaked pussy. You nodded. He didn't tease, swiftly lining himself with your throbbing cunt and thrust in deep with one brutal stroke, bottoming out and making your cry out.
"fuck yes," he growled, eyes wild as he started pounding into you, the wet slap of skin filing the room, your tits bouncing with every savage thrust. "pussy is mine, right, princess? gonna fill it up like it deserves."
"yes, please fill me up. so big, i feel so full. n-need more…" he hooked your legs over his shoulders, folding you deeper so he could drive even deeper. The cushions of your insides welcomed, balls slapping against your ass as he railed you to the depths of the couch. sweat dripped from his chest onto your skin, making sure to catch the glint of your diamond-cross pendant.
"so pretty." he mumbled to himself. "you feel that/" he panted, voice filthy and low while you were a moaning mess. "my cock's so deep i'm knocking on your womb. gonna breed this tight little cunt. pump you so full of my cum you'll be dripping for days."
You cried, nails raking down his back as he fucked you to oblivion, grinding his pelvis against your clit with every stroke. "that's it, baby. take it. take every inch while i fuck you full with out babies," he snarled, eyes locked on yours. He rocked you so good his purring turned you inside out. His pace turned feral, the couch slamming against the wall as he chased his release. "i'm close—fuck, i'm so close. gonna fill you up baby. ugh, you want it?"
"y-yes, fill me up riki. i want it so bad, baby!" you gasped it out between moans and he lost it completely. with a guttural groan he buried himself to the hilt, cock pulsing hard as thick ropes of hot cum flooded your clenching cunt. Your orgasm shook seconds after, your body convulsed as though you'd bee exorcised but he just kept thrusting through it, moaning as he pushed the rest of his seed deeper, making sure none dared to escape.
"you did so good baby." he kissed your forehead. he stayed buried deep, breath settled after he covered your bodies with a blanket. He pulled you flush against his chest, kissing your forehead softly again at the sound of your soft breaths. "rest baby, i've got you. i love you, okay?"
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the feeling of when ⌯⌲ jake has developed a crush on his boss for the past three years. the patience he's endured, the secrets he's kept quiet in his chest, the smiles that buried the deprivation he craves. does the life he want plays out for him? or does he watch you wither away by another?
pairing ⌯︎⌲ employee!simjaeyun x bossfem!reader
warning ⌯⌲ 18+, smut, mdni, pinv!, yearner!jake, golden retriever energy, angst, kissing, office romance, mixed signals, a bit of comedy...?(I tried to be funny 😗), softdom!jake, unprotectedsex!, cheating, sexual content, clothedsex!
now playing ⌯︎⌲ the feeling by steve lacy
lolli's notes ⌯︎⌲ i was rewatching the office and I just love jim and pam so much, inspired by them!....it got me thinking about yearner!jake...
employee!jake ⌯︎⌲ very efficient at his job, mild mannered and a bit of playful guy. in the workforce, he is known as the golden retriever. sometimes he is out of the office, making deliveries but most days, he's around.
"hello! this is jake from the ROUTE delivery service, how may i help you today!"
employee!jake ⌯⌲ gets calls from ladies who want to ask him out, wondering where their deliveries are or if him specifically, will be delivering it.
"im sorry to say ma'am, unfortunately i do not come with your package but ensure that your package will be there on time!."
"i- oh! ma'am i can't accept that as payment."
"hello this is jake from ROUTE delivery service— ma'am? yes, I deliver the packages but I am not apart of it—"
employee!jake ⌯⌲ many of his coworkers find him or describe him as a ball of energy or a ray of sunshine.
"jake's pretty cool, very energetic — i wonder where he gets the energy from."
"he's a chill guy but he spends a lot of time at the boss's office, which is….i don't know….kind of suspicious.
"what do I think about jake? well — ummm, he's a great guy but you know, i do this game of how many times he chills around our boss and from what i know, he always glances at her direction before heading into her office. so weird."
"jake? I don't know how he has so much energy at this miserable job."
"he gets calls from ladies and i can hear what they say from a mile away. they either ask if he's apart of the package or they want 'something' from him, i don't know what that 'something' is but overall he is a great guy!"
employee!jake ⌯⌲ who has a huge crush on his boss, everyone has their suspicions but nobody really cares that much. aside from how every morning jake comes with two cups of coffee, he looks for you whenever it's lunchtime and he always offers if you wanted to eat with him, you always turned him down since your husband would always pick you up for lunch.
liam.
he envied him so much but he couldn't hate him, not when he brings a smile to your face.
employee!jake ⌯⌲ who's loved you ever since he started working here which was 3 years ago. for the longest time, he's watched you from afar, wishing that one day, maybe there was a chance with you.
he remembers the first time he sat down for the interview and the speech he had planned for weeks, suddenly disappeared. he kept stuttering and was incredibly nervous, lucky for him, you understood the pressure he was in.
"take a deep breath, hold it for a few seconds and let it out, once you've done a few times, talk with me when you're ready." his bold boba eyes look up at you like a lost puppy— you had to admit he looked cute.
not the point.
you watched him take a few deep breaths, watching his chest rise and fall gently, a bit shaky but he seemed pretty peaceful. you noticed his cute fluttering eyelashes as they remain shut as he focused on every breath while his teeth were latched onto his bottom lip. you caught yourself staring at how angelic he looked, a soft satin skin, plump flush coloured lips almost resembling a heart. they looked so kissable, you wondered how they would feel in other places that weren't your lips—
his eyes opened slowly as he took one last deep breath like he was about to change into a new person.
and with just a snap, he nailed the interview.
employee!jake ⌯⌲ after a few months, you started noticing how he followed you around like a lost puppy. at this point, he was basically your secretary even though you already had one. he was very energetic and prancing around your office like he was begging to be let in.
"yes? who is it?" you shuffled through some papers, scanning through each one as the door retracted a soft knock.
"it's jake."
"come in." you say.
"hey boss!" he closes the door behind him and judging by his enthusiastic tone, you could picture the doe eyed jolly look on his face.
"hi jake, do you need something?" you flipped through the papers, not making eye contact with him.
he fidgets, something he does whenever he's bored or he has something to say. "n-no, i was wondering if you need help with anything. I finished up with a few customers a few hours ago and no one was called me for quite a while. and there hasn't been complaints about the delivery service." he pushes the bridge of his glasses while he watches your face furrow with frustration.
"oh! i also got you some coffee! a vanilla latte with whipped cream!" he places the hot cup on your desk and you look up at him to find a dorky smile on his face. "how do you know i like this?"
"well….i may have overheard your conversations with liam once…and you've always said you liked sweet things like how whipped cream always makes your day a little better or how you go to the secretary's desk to grab the jelly beans whenever you're pre-occupied with paperwork." jake flinches into realization.
"uhhh i mean — i'm not a stalker or anything, i just happened to have super sonic hearing and really good vision..." he scratches the back of his head out of embarrassment.
your eyes soften and a slight smile appears on your face when you catch a pink tint on his ears and around his cheeks.
you let out a giggle, flattered by his gesture. "well, thank you jake, that's very sweet of you and since you're here, a little help wouldn't hurt." you smile and he blushes — hard.
and it has been the same routine for the past three years.
employee!jake ⌯⌲ who was so easy to talk to, he was such a weight off your shoulders, a breath of fresh air — at this rate, you've seen him as a friend.
"do you got any plans for the holidays?" he walks into your office as you packed your things.
"I did but liam cancelled our date last minute so I was probably going to chill out at home."
"well do you want to hang out? everyone is planning on going on a boat cruise and I was wondering if you like to come…?" he clutches his strap on his bag, dragging his thumb up and down on the rough fabric. jake looks at you with a shy expression and a signature pink tint on his ears.
"i'd like that." you smile and as he returned one that warmed up your heart a little more.
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"this is nice….thanks for inviting me."
"of course, didn't want you spending your holiday alone." he smiles, watching how your eyes shine and accentuate as your lips curved into a slight smile. there's a brief silence, the quiet tension makes him want to voice out.
"sometimes I don't understand him."
"what do you mean?"
"I feel like he's a person that I've never seen before and sometimes he feels so distant. but i know he loves me and i love him but i just feel walked all over i guess."
jake watches as you stare off at the sky, the mist from your breath against the cold and the way your nose turns more pink. you were distracted to notice how he looked at you like you were worth more valuable than the rarest gem, and he hated to admit that all he wanted to do was feel your cold silken lips against his, fluttering with warmth.
"jake? is something wrong?" you look at him in confusion. jake realizes he hasn't stop staring and starts stumbling on his words.
"uhh nothing! just umm —- spaced out for a second." he smiles.
employee!jake ⌯⌲ every morning coffee's, the occasional knocks on your door or the mysterious sticky notes filled with sweet talks from an anonymous gifter.
sometimes you get flowers and jake would just smile from his desk when you find a bouquet. but the moment hurts his heart when you thought your gifts were from liam.
though liam's puzzled face only stirs with confusion, he plays along.
employee!jake: during a company party, you announce you were getting engaged in three months.
"hi everyone, I know you guys have been working very hard these past few years and I wanted to invite you all to the wedding you have been hearing about for months now because I am getting engaged!"
everyone cheered for you, the overlapping claps, the smiles plastered onto many faces — but the most energetic person in the room showed irony, a smile that seemed natural on his face was nowhere to be found.
for the first time, the room felt suffocating, the noise became something that masked his emotions — the feeling of his heart stabbing through his chest, the sting of tears glossing over his eyes as he watched you — kissing the man who he resented. he's seen this scene thousands of times but this specific moment hurt him more than he anticipated.
jake sat at the nearest table, staring off into the distance while everyone congratulated you. he couldn't even be sad, not when your smile was the only thing warming his heart because that was all he wanted to see. even if he had to see you bloom in a world he could only watch from a distance.
employee!jake ⌯⌲ who confessed on the day before your wedding.
three months have passed by since you've announced a date for your engagement. as those were the happiest times, to jake, it was one of the most draining months he's ever had.
he fiddles with the envelope that he addressed to you, remembering how he wrote words he wouldn't dare say to you out loud. for the longest time, he's had a crush on you from the first time he saw you. from the beginning, he would've passed it off as a simple crush that only lasted for a few weeks.
but then weeks turned into months and months turned into years.
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it was the 30th anniversary of ROUTE , corporate decided to hold a celebration. everyone in the branch was either stuffing their face full of food or drowning themselves in alcohol. from a mile away, you can smell the stench on their breaths, sharp and pungent on their tongues. jake however, didn't lift a finger of alcohol. he stared at the beer bottle in his hand, swirling the drenched amber glass and with his weighed down face, he watched the drops of water cascading down the bottle.
he wanted to numb the pain but the stench only irritated him rather than convince him to numb the sting in his chest. he never hated the aroma of alcohol until now, he doesn't know why.
maybe he didn't want his drunk thoughts saying the wrong thing. or he wanted to talk to you while he was sober, wanting to remember your voice in his head when he goes to bed, thinking about how you looked divine and too unreal, or — think about how you would looked the next day.
though he knew you would still look pretty as ever, it never ceases to amaze him.
through the crowd of employees, he always looked for you first and his eyes would never leave you. he watched how an arm was around your waist that only brought a smile to your face and the only thing he could feel was crack in his heart.
he wished every time he blinked, the occurring figure would disappear but it only brought a slight burn in his eyes. he's held back, he's seen this so many times but today decided to be heavy with tension. he heads outside, he lets out the breathe he's been holding in and it stutters.
he couldn't take it anymore. he couldn't contain it, not when it was eating him alive.
"jake..?" he registers your voice, whipping his head around to find a concerned look on your face. "i wasn't able to find you and i got worried. is everything alright?"
"I was just umm—" he pauses and the more he kept quiet and stared at you, the words that were begging to leave his lips, started to leave a bitter taste on his mouth.
"i-i'm in love with you."
"w-what? jake—"
"i'm in love with you. I've always have been."
"i-"
"I just wanted to you hear that."
"jake…"
"I know its unfair for me to be saying and I know that you're my boss and i'm just a guy who works for you. and your wedding is tomorrow but umm — I just wanted you to know— at least from me."
"you know I can't accept it—"
"i know, but it was harder to keep it to myself rather than to keep on loving you, knowing that I wanted to be yours." there's a silent awkwardness that only makes the moment more intense,
"you're a good man jake and—"
"don't do that, don't— do that."
"someone will love you as just the same."
"i wanna be more than that. I wanna mean something to you, not just as an employee but someone you care about."
"jake, you're drunk right now and—"
"how could i love someone else when I've spent years loving you. you are who I want, you are the one who I look for first. you are the one I want to be with.
"i can't."
"i know. i just— wanted you to hear it. i'm sorry for loving you. sorry that i was misinterpreting everything" jake's eyes shine under the moonlit sky, you watch as they try to fight against the tears that were begging to drip down. he couldn't dare look at you, it was too much. too painful to see.
employee!jake ⌯⌲ he finds you in the office, decorations still held up, the lights dimmer than before.
"hey." his soft voice brews through the dark, quiet room.
"hey, didn't expect to see you here." you look at him in surprise, his eyes had a bit of sadness in them.
"yeah i was just getting some air."
"look jake, i'm sorry—" you turned around and before you could process it, jake's lips find yours and his hands automatically set on your waist like a fitted glove — perfectly on your body like he was meant to be yours. for a moment, you wanted to push away but the soft plush of his lips melted your body, craving for more. you felt his grip tighten, pulling you in deeper. the sensation should have made you feel guilty but it was far from it. there's something about it that made you craved for more, the subtle touches that you were used to felt more electrifying the more he deepened into the kiss.
your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, feeling the soft, fluffy skin against yours that ignites a fire within you. you feel his breath shudder every time he parted his lips that tries to calm down his palpitating heart, but it never seemed to work.
for the first time, you've seen him so desperate for something he knows he can't have. but the limits never had a boundary. the way you've drove him into a state he doesn't know if he could ever come back from.
you can feel it, the way he's already falling apart at the slightest touch, almost trembling like he was scared of letting you go. and he doesn't even know if he can when the uncertainty left him thinking of the impossible.
does he have a chance? should he risk the respect he had for you?
does he stay away?
it left him vulnerable, begging for the answer he's been dying to know.
the kiss only lasts for a few seconds, softly departing from yours.
"jake…"
"please….let's just stay like this. I don't want to let go." he held you close and you look up at him, all you could see were secrets that have been held back. the thoughts he was scared to unravel. the closeness he's been dying to feel on his skin. when you haven't shifted your body closer, he backs away from you until at the last second, you couldn't help but you find yourself on his lips again and this time, it became desperate, a bit rougher but still gentle. "i need you so bad." his breathy tone kisses your lips every time they parted, his fluffy eyelashes tickle against your skin and your breath cut short. he backed you up against the edge of his wooden desk, your legs hitting the cold, polished wood that strikes a shiver down your body. jake stands in between, gaining access to your mouth, battling for your taste as the bulge in his pants slightly grazes your skin.
your fingers were glued on his chest, tangled onto the fabric of his collared shirt. his neat form turned messy with the touch of your fingers, his shirt that he neatly tucked in, became a mess he perfectly spent his time trying to look perfect was completely ruined, his hair slightly messy from the shape of your fingers brushing through them and the strong aroma of his subtle tint of fresh, clean, musky scent was replaced by yours, poised onto his skin. his hands run down your figure like he was trying to memorize the shape of you by just the touch. you feel the soft pads of his fingers run down, feeling the shift of his touch as they graze your legs. he lifts one up as he pushes you back more, making you sit on top of the desk.
he pulls away, suddenly with his knees on the carpeted floor and his face situated in between your legs. you feel his hands slip under your dress, grabbing onto the fabric of your panties and he pulls down gently, you shivered as your pussy was greeting the cold air, the fabric loosening beneath you. you feel goosebumps gradually rising up your body as the material tickled softly like a feather on your skin. as they reached towards your feet, jake threw it to the side, discarding away like a piece of garbage.
he presses soft kisses along the inside of your thighs, a heat that leaves his lips makes your body burn with fire. he was inching closer, scrunching the bottom of your dress up to your waist. he looked up at you with gentle glance before his lips touched against your slick coated core.
"a-ahh jake.." you ran your fingers through his hair, gripping tight as you feel every dip and pull of his head. his nose bumps at the bud of your clit, you gasp sharply as he continued to make out with your core. you tilted your head back, your body squirming with sensitivity and the feeling of his lips on yours felt like heaven, your mind didn't swarm with guilt, the dizzying effect of his touch sent shivers straight down your spine. he was so focused, so eager, so desperate to taste the moment he's dreamed of for years. just the sounds of you was enough to set him off.
"fuck…i can't wait any longer" in the span of seconds, he stands up and pulls down his pants along with his boxers, his hard cock aching for you. it hovers over your wet pussy, twitching as the pre-cum coats his flushed tip. he looks deep into your eyes, searching for a signal if you wanted this but your expression showed nothing but the same type of desire that he was feeling.
"lie down" he places his palm behind your head as you slowly laid your body flat against the desk. he places your legs on his waist, instinctively wrapping around him as you watch him grab the base and slowly insert his prepped cock into your entrance. he groans as your walls instantly clamped around him, the warm sensation felt like a warm blanket, an invitation to stay.
"i-i'm going to move now…if it's too much, i'll pull away." he places his hands on the desk, near your waist with his head dipped down slightly. your arms gently grip the back of his neck as his eyes never left your face. he begins to move, analyzing the way your lips parted; releasing noises that makes him want to dive deeper. he doesn't tear away from you, he watches every shift of your body, the moment when your lips part or when your faces scrunches whenever he hits a spot that makes you flinch. he looks at you with an expression that just wants the moment to last. for a breath. for a minute longer — anything.
"oh my god, you're beautiful.." he smiles, cherishing every part of you. your hand dips down to his cheek, caressing with your thumb and just as your touch brushes softly on his skin, he melts into it like a puppy falling asleep to head pats. he turns his head, his lips kissing your delicate fingers, streaming along the structure of your arm; planting feverish pecks to your neck until he reaches your lips. it's hot. it's electrifying — it drives him closer to insanity just by the inviting feeling. "you're everything i've ever wanted, more than i've ever dreamt of." he mumbles against your lips and your stomach coiled with a flutter that made you boil with heat. "f-fuck you're so gorgeous." he trembles, his breathing becomes staggered as he punctures deeper.
"i'm getting close.." he plunges deeper into you as he explores the crevices of your mouth. you moan into his mouth with every thrust he makes. "me too." you softly say.
"i'm going to cum…!" he picks up his pace and your arms became tighter around his neck as he dumps his fluid in you. your mind was hazy and your heart was pumping uncontrollably. he pulls out, cum leaking out of your aching hole.
"don't move…I got you." he grabs a tissue from the desk beside him, gently wiping leftover juices from your thighs. he puts your feet into openings of your panties as they brushed against your skin until they settled on your hips.
after a short while, you found yourself in the same position you were, only with jake's body closer to you and his hands settled on your waist.
"are you really going to marry him?" he softly says.
"y-yes. I love him jake…" the guilt just twinges at your chest.
"after all that, you're really going to go through with it tomorrow?"
you nod, and the energy he had, immediately shifts.
"okay…if that's what makes you happy than I'm happy." he caresses your cheek, his softened eyes look at you like you've grown two heads, you couldn't tell if his heart had broken into pieces but the way you look into his eyes, the glimmer that awoke his presence, the light that compliments his soft chocolate orbs glimmered, but only with the tears he swore he wouldn't show.
he didn't want to leave. his fingers interlocked with yours was too addicting to let go. a touch so warm. he wanted the presence of your fingers still lingering on his skin just for a few seconds. he didn't want his hands to be cold when he already found a way for them to be warm.
his fingers detached with yours with a mind of their own and he turned his back, not looking back at you once.
employee!jake ⌯⌲ when you found out he transferred to another branch.
jake, who became a reminiscence, an escape from stress who no longer appeared right in front of you.
the morning latte's, the occasional knocks only became a thing of the past when you stare an empty desk that only you could miss a presence that you cherished more than you realized.
you stare at the blinding gem on your finger, remembering the vows, the promises you crossed your heart to — you started to wonder if this is what you wanted. for the first time, you were unsure of your feelings or maybe you knew what your heart was telling you — and maybe this was your punishment for not realizing sooner.
because it was too late now.
when he finally decided to stay away from you.
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imagining bf!riki purring. literally, full on purring. at first you didn't think much of it, a faint little hum that you were sure you made up in your head. but the more time you spent together, the more noticeable the sound became. lying on his chest after a long day, you'd feel the soft vibration against your ear, a gentle rumble that sounded like your very own personal lullaby. suddenly, bedtime was less about sleeping and more about "how long can i listen to my human-cat boyfriend hum before i completely knock out?"
and the funniest part? he doesn’t even realize he does it!!!
he'd be all serious, brows all scrunched, scribbling something down when suddenly—a low, steady little purr rolling from his throat like it was no big deal. the awe on your face was barely concealable.
and then there was that one time you two were discussing dinner plans. eating out or dining in was always a debate between you both, but riki would always cave in and go with whatever you wanted. that night was different though. the moment he locked eyes with you, you swore you heard the soft purr before he could even open his mouth.
he was quite literally purring in thought.
in that split second, you were already on-board with laying flat on the dining table and yelling "dinners ready!"
you used to call him your little puma as a joke, but now?? no. he's literally a 2-1 built in house cat. handsome, tall, and an undeniable charm that made you want to kiss him senseless! it's so unfair. how are you supposed to suppress a smile when your "intimidating" boyfriend is just humming around like a cat :/
꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆your boyfriend's cute habit of purring ⨾
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as your cheek pressed against ni-ki's chest, the rising and falling of it lulling you to sleep, you heard it. a small noise that vibrated through ni-ki's chest that resembled something like a purring noise.
your eyes widened at that, tilting your head to look at your boyfriend. his eyes were closed and his hair fell perfectly in front of his face, but his lips were in a slight pout, making you coo.
"kiki? was that you?" you smile softly, laying your head back down and fiddling with his necklace. but instead of a regular response, he just purrs again, his deep voice rumbling through you.
"i'll take that as a yes," you giggle, instantly falling in love with his little habit.
after that, you started noticing it a lot more. when he was on weverse lives and paused to think, he would purr. when he was falling asleep with you tucked into his arms, he would subconsciously purr, resulting in him getting shy and covering it up with a kiss.
engenes started noticing it too, pointing out how ni-ki's puma agenda was really starting to show.
one night, you were chilling with ni-ki on a live, and he was mid sentence when he paused to recall his thought, only to let out yet another purr. engenes were quick to point it out and comments started flowing in about how cute he was, how he really seemed like a puma when he did that, etc.
you just chuckled lightly, leaning your head on ni-ki's shoulder as you read all the comments.
"right?? engene, you hear it too! nini purrs just like a puma!" you beam, poking ni-ki's cheek.
this only urged more comments to flood in such as: "pumaki is so cute TT" "did y'all hear ynnie call him nini?? i'm sobbing" "oh she's so in love."
you and ni-ki both read the comments about you two, only to look at each other and just burst out laughing.
ni-ki mumbled something in a low voice, making it so only you and engenes with crazy good hearing could hear.
"little love and pumaki," he chuckles, wrapping his hand around your waist. and then, he purrs once again.
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When You Give Them Little Nose Nuzzles
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𝐉𝐚𝐲 (박종성)
The wedding venue looked straight out of a movie,soft lights hanging from the ceiling, flowers everywhere, and couples slow dancing in the middle of the room. You had always been a hopeless romantic, secretly imagining what your own special day would look like someday. For now, you were happy enough just being there with Jay, even if only a few people knew about your relationship.The entire evening consisted of stolen glances from opposite sides of the table and small smiles whenever no one was looking. Yet, when another slow song began, Jay simply couldn't resist. He quietly took your hand and guided you toward the dance floor. His hands settled gently on your waist while yours rested around his neck. «You look amazing tonight,» he whispered, making your cheeks warm. You stared at him for a moment, heart beating a little too fast. Instead of kissing him, you leaned forward until your noses touched, and softly nuzzled his. He blinked in surprise before smiling so fondly it almost hurt. «You're cute,» he murmured,arms tightening around you. As if forgetting that people could see, he pulled you even closer, resting his forehead against yours. «I don't really care if anyone notices anymore.»
𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 (심재윤)
You and Jake had always copied each other's every move. It had become an unspoken game between you two. If he nudged your side with his elbow, you immediately did it back. If you put your leg over his,he would dramatically place his over yours too. It always turned into a competition of who would give up first, and neither of you ever did. He brushed your hair away? You purposely messed his up even more. He poked your cheek? You poked his back. Eventually, you both seemed to be running out of ideas. Until Jake suddenly leaned forward and blew a raspberry against your cheek. You burst into laughter.«Jake!» you whined, trying to push him away. He only laughed harder, looking entirely too proud of himself. Instead of copying him, you moved closer until your nose brushed his, and gently nuzzled it. His eyes widened for a second before a giggle escaped him. «Oh, you wanna play like that?» he said softly. Then he cupped your face and started rubbing his nose against yours too. You both ended up laughing quietly,the game completely forgotten. This time, it wasn't annoying anymore. It was just the two of you, being ridiculously affectionate.
𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧 (박성훈)
The early morning sunlight spilled softly across Sunghoon's face while he slept beside you. His eyebrows, his long eyelashes, the tiny beauty marks you had memorized, every little detail looked perfect. He truly looked like a sleeping prince. You could probably spend hours simply staring at him. And then your eyes landed on his nose. You had always found it adorable,especially the little side profile you secretly loved so much. Carefully, you lowered yourself further into the pillow until your faces were only inches apart. Slowly, your noses touched. You closed your eyes for a moment before instinctively nuzzling his ever so slightly. The second you realized you might wake him, you immediately froze. Remaining perfectly still, you kept your eyes closed. Then, you suddenly felt it. Sunghoon softly rubbing his nose against yours. You opened your eyes in surprise only to find him already awake, a sleepy smile on his lips. «Thought I wouldn't notice?» he murmured, voice rough from sleep. You couldn't help smiling back. He looked at you for another second before gently brushing his nose against yours again. «Good morning.»
𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐨 (김선우)
«Why aren't they kissing already?» Sunoo, your best friend, complained dramatically while the two of you watched a k-drama together. You laughed softly. «What's the rush?» — «Because they've liked each other for ten episodes!» he argued, pointing at the screen. «There are other ways to show affection, you know.» He turned toward you suspiciously. «Like what?» You opened your mouth, only to realize you hadn't actually thought that far. «Well...holding hands...and...» — «And?» he repeated with a grin, clearly amused by your hesitation.«...Nuzzling noses.» He blinked «Nuzzling noses?»he repeated,almost teasingly. You nodded seriously. «Yes.» A small laugh escaped him, making you pout. Immediately, you reached up and gently held the back of his neck,pulling him a little closer. The laughter instantly died down. As your noses softly brushed together, the room suddenly became quiet. Sunoo's cheeks immediately turned pink. You slowly pulled away, becoming shy yourself after realizing what you had just done. But then Sunoo softly smiled.«...You were right.» — «Hhm?» — «It's actually really nice.»
𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧 (양정원)
Jungwon had always been overly caring when it came to you. Especially during winter. The second temperatures dropped, you suddenly found yourself wrapped in scarves, hats, gloves, and at least three different layers. «You'll get sick,» he always insisted. Today wasn't any different. The streets of Seoul were covered in snow while the two of you carefully walked side by side. He constantly checked if you were warm enough, holding your hand tightly whenever the pavement became slippery.«Careful,» he said once again, placing a hand on your back after you nearly slipped. You only laughed softly. Eventually, he stopped walking and looked at you closely. «Your nose is red.» You sighed dramatically. «Don't make fun of me, there's nothing I can do about it.» Instead, he quietly took out a pair of hot packs from his pocket and gently placed them against your cheeks. «You're unbelievable,» you laughed softly. «You need to stay warm too, you know.» Standing on your tiptoes, you carefully brushed your nose against his. The cold made him blink in surprise. For a moment, he simply stared at you. Then his ears slowly turned red. «What?» you giggled. Jungwon covered his face slightly with his scarf. «Nothing...» he mumbled, unable to hide his smile. «You just caught me off guard.»
𝐍𝐢-𝐤𝐢 (니시무라리키)
It had been too long since you had properly seen each other, so now neither of you wanted to let go. You were sitting on the couch in his room, soft music playing quietly in the background. Ni-ki sat comfortably while you remained on his lap, both of you wrapped in a warm embrace. There wasn't much talking. You simply enjoyed each other's presence. The occasional kisses you pressed against his forehead, the soft sound of his bracelets moving as his hand slowly rubbed your back, it all felt comforting. Meanwhile, he buried his face into your neck, breathing in your familiar scent and warmth. After a while, you pulled back slightly. «Something wrong?» he asked immediately. You shook your head. «No...I just missed you.». Your voice came out softer than expected. Gently, you leaned forward until your noses brushed together for a brief moment. You were already about to return to your previous position when Ni-ki softly stopped you. «Do it again.» You looked at him. «What?» — «That.» A smile slowly appeared on your face before you softly nuzzled his nose once more. Ni-ki looked at you for a few seconds,eyes unusually gentle. Then he smiled too, and leaned forward to place a soft kiss on your lips. «I missed you too.»
𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄， jake loves you too much to take his glasses off
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“jake— are you seriously— with your glasses on?”
jake looks up at you from between your thighs and if you weren’t already undone, seeing his lips glisten and his chin damp would’ve done the trick. his glasses cling low to the bridge of his nose, the black frames fogging with his breath.
“what?” he grins, and you find it infuriatingly endearing. “i need to see what im doing.”
“theyre fogging up!”
you try to press a giggle back, jake is funny sometimes. “they’re fine.”
he lowers his head to your core and you forget your complaints when his tongue glides flat and heated over your folds, dipping neatly inside.
you fall back onto the bed, fingers tangling in jake’s hair as he makes a humming sound against you, the vibrations sends sparks up your spine.
jake is good at this, always has been, but tonight he’s showing off. his tongue traces slow circles around you before flicking at your opening and dragging up, seeking out the place where you need him most.
“oh”, you whine. “oh fuck.”
“the clitoris”, he says against you, pulling his head back enough to meet your gaze, eyes becoming glossy as if he wants something more. “did you know it has over eight thousand nerve endings? the most of any part of the human body.”
“jake.” you threaten, fingers finding his temple as he continues to suck gently on your clit, his other hand splayed over the juncture of your thigh and hip.
“its educational,” he teases.
you laugh, a high pitched giggle that turns into a moan when jake sucks your clit into his mouth. your hips buck upwards as he braces himself over you.
“you’re such a nerd,” you manage to say through your moans.
“you are dating a nerd,” he says against your skin. “you knew what you were getting into.”
jake eases two fingers into you as you groan, your head falling back. he uses the stretch of his fingers to find the place deep inside you that makes your whole body twitch. his fingers are long and beautifully angled, curling in just the right way to send another pulse of sensation through you.
“see?” he murmurs, his mouth pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. “angles and vectors, all geometry.”
“shut up,” you gasp, your mouth forming an ‘o’ shape as you try to catch your breath. “ah— jake!”
“the g-spot is actually part of the clitoral structure,” he says, his fingers sliding in and out as his mouth finds your core again. “it all connects.”
“jake, i swear—”
“did you know that the clitoris is shaped like a wishbone?” he asks, tracing slow patterns along you with his tongue, working you over from bottom to top. you forget what you were about to say when he begins rolling his tongue over your clit in fast, shallow strokes.
you are so close, already writhing, and jake knows it, he always knows it. he knows your body the way he knows his textbooks, every little sound and reaction to a chapter he memorizes with devotion.
“you’re gonna come for me, baby?”
jake asks, his voice thick with something between amusement and need as his tongue skates over your thigh. “on my face? are you really going to do it? let’s test it, shall we?”
“your— fuck, glasses—!”
“forget the glasses.”
they are completely fogged over now, all opaque. its absurd, really, the way his tongue flicks over you in short bursts while his fingers curl inside you, making you dizzy with need. you can barely focus on what he says next.
“take them off,” you whine, practically begging. “jake— ”
“cant, im too busy recalling the theory of..” he says, practically purring. you find yourself laughing and whimpering at the same time.
“that doesnt even— thats not how it—”
“maybe physics isnt my strongest subject.” jake sighs dramatically before his tongue licks insistently at your folds, his fingers pumping in and out at a steady pace. he manages to ignore the fog on his glasses long enough for you to climax, shuddering and whimpering his name as your thighs shake on either side of his head. jake hums against your skin.
“come on, baby,” he groans, voice rough. “let me taste it. let me have it.”
“ah— jake!”
“i’ve got you. i’ve got you.”
your orgasm rolls over you, until you are gasping your release into the air, your back arching violently. your fingers dig into jakes scalp, his hair splayed out on either side of your hips. jake licks at you determinedly until your whimpers die down, your body limp, exhausted.
you push his head away weakly.
jake grins, finally lifting himself off of you, his chin glistening. he peeks up at you, the lenses blurred with condensation.
“see?” he says, sliding them up his nose. “perfectly functional.”
“you can’t see a thing.” you scoff.
“i can see enough, princess.”
jake leans over you, his head hovering just above your torso as he peppering kisses all over your body. you taste yourself on his lips when his glasses press against your cheek, warm and fuzzy.
you lift his head by the back of his skull, kissing him thoroughly before sliding his glasses off his face.
“hey,” he whines, blinking up at you. his lashes cast shadows across his cheeks. jake’s face is softer without the frames.
“i was going for a look.” he mumbles softly.
you raise your eyebrows, “the look was clouded nerd who cant see.”
“hey, that’s a classic aesthetic!”
you laugh, pulling him down on top of you. jake melts against you, kissing your collarbone, his fingers finding the sensitive spot at the juncture of your thigh and hip.
“i could go again,” he murmurs, voice heavy with intent. “we could run another trial. for science.”
“for science,” you repeat, laughing when jake’s fingers push into you once more, coaxing another moan from your lips as his glasses sit on the nightstand, forgotten.
스루 ܃ first time uploading smut im so scared TT could be my last too idk. but i would LOVE some feedbacks / suggestions on it tho! will kiss u heh :3
where heeseung has to hold your hand whenever he’s gonna cum. it’s non-negotiable!! the feeling is just so overwhelming and he needs you to keep him grounded. and don’t even get him started on cumming inside you.
he finds himself subconsciously holding his breath, eyes screwed shut, and hands clenching onto the sheets beside your head. you notice and tap his wrist, signaling him to loosen up. interlocking hands, you remind him to breathe and let himself feel.
he’s already got you in missionary but he needs you closer. he can’t help it, the way you’re being so gentle and loving with him has him so so turned on :( this is all he’s ever wanted and he wants to give you everything, make you feel everything.
your grip on his hand tightens when he leans down, pushing some hair out of your face and kissing you sweetly. at least, this is what he considers sweet in his fucked out state. the kiss is wet and sloppy as he helplessly laps at your mouth, leaving you struggling to keep up.
his desperation grows, hiking your leg up and doubling down on his thrusts, plunging into you. he’s so deep but he’s whining that it’s “s’not enough” :( you’re not sure how to help such a lost cause, so you just lay there, letting him use you while you praise him.
“oh fuck, gonna cum..” he groans, squeezing your hand and pressing his forehead to yours. his face slips to squish his cheek up against the side of your face with a whine. “please say you’re close, too. can’t hold it”
you nod and squeeze his hand thrice in response, a silent ‘i love you’ that causes his hips to stutter as he spills inside you. your orgasm follows not long after, coating him in your sticky arousal. he’s practically spent as he continues to ride out his high, filling you up with ropes of his cum ^_^
can u tell i love his lil macbook photoshoot? ugh he’s too cute
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it around 11pm maybe? and you've been trying to sleep for the past two hours. the only thing keeping you up was your boyfriend riki's loud snores.
when you first started dating riki, he had told warned you that he was an avid snorer. you brushed it off thinking it couldn't be that bad, right? you couldn't have been more wrong. he sounds like a fucking beast.
you tried being polite, just ignoring it and prayinggg you'd eventually drift off, but it was pushing hour three and you had to say something.
you gently tapped his shoulder. nothing. you did it again. still nothing. you tried with more pressure. nope.
you almost had to hit him to wake him up.
"yes baby?" he said, turning around to face you.
he looked so rested while you looked like you hadn't slept in weeks.
"you keep snoring."
"oh, sorry," he mumbled.
"can you maybe like... stop the snoring?"
he fake-thought about it because the only real answer was no.
"no?" he said, sounding unsure himself.
you groaned into your pillow.
"i really need sleep, ki," you said, voice muffled.
"i may sleep in the living room."
"no!" he replied, voice still laced with sleep but desperate.
he cleared his throat. "uh, no."
"i'll stop snoring."
"or actually i'll sleep on the couch," he said, starting to get up.
you grabbed his bicep and pulled him back. "no, it's okay."
"i'll try to sleep quieter."
"mhm," you said, finally feeling some peace.
he knew the only way to make it up to you.
he scooted closer and wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your shoulder. his warm body pressed against yours as he pulled you in tight, one leg draping over you.
"are you cuddling with me?" you asked, even though it was obvious.
"yeah."
he knew you were smiling even though he couldn't see your face.
"well—" he cut you off.
"don't complain. try to get some sleep," he whispered, adjusting his head perfectly into the crook of your neck. his thumb rubbed slow, soothing circles over your hip while his other arm squeezed you closer.
he was so cuteness like thisss, literally like a giant koala.
the steady rhythm of his breathing and the comforting weight of him made your body finally relax. you felt your eyes getting heavy as you snuggled deeper into the blankets and into him.
you were right at the brink of sleep when a massive snore ripped straight into your ear, making you jump.
"riki!" you said, now fully sitting up in bed.
"did i snore?"
you gave him a deadpan look.
he tried to hold back a laugh but you already knew he wanted to.
"just laugh," you said, not even making eye contact. he burst out laughing.
you had to admit it was a little funny and started laughing with him.
he ended up sleeping on the couch that night, and you finally got some beauty sleep, buttt ! then you felt bad and decided to cuddle him on the couch even if he snores like an ogre :)
(endings a little rushed but i wanted to end this on a cute note)
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smoking in riki’s bed is the best way to relax after a stressful day… if he can find his weed.
📓pairing: dealer!riki x fem!reader
contains: weed smoking skinship fluff kissing bickering riki’s kind of rude to his mom
🗯️vaeh’s note: i guess I’m back from my short ass break. this was supposed to be a Higher drabble but ig this counts as a regular bonus part now cs I am the worst at keeping my ffs short
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Everything about today had been advertised as fun. A “production day,” your lecturer had called it all week with way too much enthusiasm, promising creative freedom and relaxed schedules and exciting group work.
Instead, it had been six straight hours of irritation, passive aggressive comments, and carrying an entire project on your back while the rest of your group stared blankly at their laptops pretending to work.
By two in the afternoon, your social battery was dead.
Your group presentation was supposed to start in less than ten minutes, yet you were hiding in a bathroom stall with your phone pressed to your ear. Your knee bounced restlessly.
“Come on,” you muttered under your breath when it rings again.
Then finally—
“Hey baby—”
“Can you pick me up?”
You cut straight through his greeting, voice exhausted enough to make him pause on the other end.
“…What?”
You sigh, leaning your head back against the cold metal wall behind you. “Can you come get me?”
Riki exhales softly through his nose.
“When?”
“Right now.”
“Right now?” he repeats. “Baby, I can’t right now.”
You frown instantly.
“Why not?”
“I’m working.”
You roll your eyes even though he couldn’t see it. Working. So selling weed to junks.
“And didn’t you say you had class till four?” he adds. “What happened?”
“Yea? I don’t wanna go.”
A small laugh escapes him. “That’s not really how it works.”
“Oh my god,” you groan dramatically, rubbing your forehead. “You cannot be serious.”
“What?”
“You telling me not to skip class?” Your voice sharpened with disbelief. “Riki, you’ve attended like three classes this entire year.”
“Yeah. Don’t be like me.” Riki says.
“Please just come get me,” you try again, softer this time. “I’m so done with today.”
You heard muffled voices in the background on his side of the phone. A car door shutting. Someone calling his name.
Riki clicks his tongue quietly.
“Baby, I really can’t right now. I’ve got like 6 more clients today.”
Your face drops immediately.
“I hate everyone here.”
“I know.”
“No, like actually fucking hate them.”
“I know,” he repeats. “Just come over when your classes are finished, okay?”
You let out the most miserable whine imaginable, dragging the sound out on purpose just to irritate him.
“Rikiiii.”
“That’s not changing my answer.”
Another long sigh left you before you pull the phone away from your ear.
“Whatever.”
“Don’t be mad—”
But you already hung up.
The call ends with a sharp tap of your thumb.
You sit there for another second in irritated silence, glaring at the picture of you and Riki on your lockscreen before shoving the phone into your bag aggressively.
Then you stand up, grab your things, and push the stall door open way harder than necessary. The loud slam echoes through the bathroom.
A girl by the mirror startles and looks over.
“Jeez.” The girl mutters to herself.
You ignore her completely, storming toward the exit, already rehearsing in your head how badly you’re going to guilt trip Riki later for abandoning his poor girlfriend.
—
By the time you arrive at Riki’s house around four thirty, your irritation hasn’t faded even a little. You text him the second you reach the driveway.
You: im here
Riki: door’s open. mom’s downstairs
You shove your phone into your pocket and push the front door open without knocking.
At this point, you’re over here so much it feels like your second home. The house smells faintly like laundry detergent and food. You hear the TV playing softly somewhere in the living room before his mom notices you walking in.
“Oh, hi sweetheart.”
You look over with a smile. “Hi miss Nishimura.”
“How was your day?”
You let out a dramatic sigh immediately. “Horrible.”
She laughs knowingly from the couch. “That bad?”
“You have no idea.”
“Well,” she says, shaking her head with amusement, “Riki’s upstairs. And tell him to clean that room before it starts growing mold.”
You snort. “I’ll try.”
You laugh softly before heading upstairs, already hearing faint music through the slightly open bedroom door.
The second you push it open wider, you catch Riki mid-motion. He’s shoving an overflowing laundry basket under his bed with his foot fast.
The room still looks messy anyway. Black hoodie tossed over his desk chair. Empty water bottles near the nightstand. Chains and rings scattered around like decoration.
And him.
Black joggers hanging low on his hips, white tank top stretched over his frame, black zip-up hoodie hanging open. Silver rings glinting against his fingers. Cross necklace resting against his chest.
Your mood somehow gets worse instantly.
“There's she is,” he says casually, like he hasn’t just panic-cleaned the second he heard you coming upstairs.
You don’t even answer. You just walk over and let yourself collapse face first onto his bed dramatically, burying your face into his pillow.
It smells exactly like him. Detergent, smoke and cologne.
Riki chuckles quietly behind you.
“Aww,” he teases. “You’re having a hard life today?”
“Yeah.”
“Mhm.”
The mattress dips as he climbs beside you, one arm immediately sliding across your lower back, pulling you closer against him lazily.
“What’s up?” he asks, voice lower now.
Your response comes muffled into the pillow.
“I just wanna graduate already.”
He laughs softly at that.
You finally roll onto your back with a long sigh, staring at the ceiling dramatically. Riki looks down at you with obvious amusement before leaning down and kissing your cheek once.
Then again. Then your forehead and hen the corner of your mouth.
“Talk to me,” he says.
You narrow your eyes at him while he shifts onto his back beside you, opening one arm, inviting you. You stare at him for a second before groaning loudly.
“What?”
“You look good,” you complain miserably. “It’s pissing me off more.”
You move anyway, immediately curling into his side. One leg thrown over his while his arm settles around your waist automatically. He grins.
“That’s your problem?”
“Yes.”
“Damn.”
You sigh dramatically again before starting your rant properly.
You tell him about the presentation disaster. About your group members barely helping. About one dude showing up completely unprepared and still acting cocky anyway. About having to fix everything yourself while everybody else stood around being useless.
Riki mostly listens quietly, fingers tracing along your waist beneath your t-shirt.
Sometimes he hums. Sometimes he laughs when you mock someone. Sometimes he drops a quiet “that’s crazy” just to keep you talking.
“And then,” you continue, growing more irritated again just remembering it, “they’re all panicking asking me what to say during the presentation like I’m their fucking mother.”
“I’m jealous of you.” You say.
Riki frowns. “Why?”
“You literally just do whatever you want.”
Riki’s expression shifts slightly at that. His hand moves slowly up your back.
“That’s not really a good thing, baby.”
You shrug against him. “Still.”
“Nah.” He shakes his head lightly. “You say that now, but you’re actually doing something with your life.”
You snort. “Barely.”
“I mean it. You’re gonna graduate, get your degree, all that shit.” His fingers squeeze your side lightly. “That matters.”
You look up at him. “You sound like a dad.”
“I’m trying to help you.”
“You’re lecturing me.”
“I’m trying to be a good influence.”
You stare at him for a second before sighing loudly and burying your face against his chest again.
“I still hate everybody.”
“That’s okay,” he says easily, pressing a kiss into your hair.
You’re half sprawled on top of him now, your cheek pressed against his chest while his hand keeps moving up and down your back. The late afternoon light coming through his curtains makes the room feel warm and sleepy.
Until the thought hits you.
“I wanna smoke.”
Riki reacts immediately. Like genuinely immediately.
“Okay.”
You snort softly at how fast he says it.
He shifts underneath you, rolling onto his side to reach into his nightstand drawer. You hear the cluttering sound of him moving random things around, lighter, charger, loose receipts, wrappers probably. But then it goes quiet.
“The fuck?”
You lift your head slightly.
Riki’s brows furrow as he digs around harder. “Wait.”
You watch him pull the drawer out further.
Empty.
His whole expression changes instantly. Not fully panicked yet, but close enough that it makes you start smiling already.
“No way,” he mutters.
Without warning, he slips out from underneath you and gets off the bed fast enough to make it bounce. He opens his underwear drawer next, shoving things around aggressively before pulling out a small box hidden beneath his boxers.
Empty too.
“Oh my god,” he says under his breath.
You’re fully entertained now, just laying there watching him spiral.
He checks his backpack next. Nothing.
“What the fuck?” he says again, louder this time. “Nah nah nah.”
You’re trying not to laugh.
Riki turns to look at you with genuine concern in his eyes now.
“I think my mom took my stash.”
That makes you snort. But he doesn’t laugh at all.
His jaw tightens while he runs both hands through his hair, already stressed.
“Riki,” you say between laughs, “are you serious—”
“This isn’t funny.”
“It kinda is.”
“No, it’s really not.”
He’s already leaving the room before you can answer, and he leaves the door wide open behind him. You hear his footsteps down the stairs before his voice carries faintly through the house.
“Mom?”
“In the kitchen!”
You sit up slightly on the bed, immediately listening.
Riki walks into the kitchen trying to sound casual.
“Mom… were you in my room earlier?”
“Yes,” his mom answers easily. “Why?”
“Did you… take something?”
“Your drugs?”
Riki clicks his tongue. “It’s just weed.”
“And weed is still drugs. And it still makes the entire house smell.”
“Mom.”
“No, seriously,” she continues. “I’m tired of the smell. And I don’t want you doing that stuff all day.”
“You can’t just take my stuff.”
“I absolutely can if it’s in my house.”
“It’s my money you threw away, good quality shit,” he argues back, frustration slipping into his voice now. “Do you know how much was in there?”
“Maybe if you went to school instead of selling weed—”
“Oh my god.”
“You’re twenty years old, Riki.”
“And paying for my own stuff.”
“With drug money.”
He lets out a sharp exhale through his nose, clearly realizing the conversation is going nowhere.
“This is crazy,” he mutters.
Then you hear his footsteps coming back upstairs.
The second he walks back into the room, he looks miserable. You’re already grinning.
“She threw it away,” he complains immediately, throwing himself dramatically onto the bed beside you. “Everything.”
“I heard.”
“This is fucked up.”
You laugh softly while he lays there staring at the ceiling like his life is over.
“My own mother robbing me.”
“She’s probably trying to save your future.”
“She threw away like—” He cuts himself off with another annoyed groan. “I don’t even know— a lot of fucking money.”
Still smiling, you move closer again, half laying over him comfortably while he keeps muttering complaints under his breath.
Your hand slides across his side. Then pauses. There’s something in the pocket of his hoodie.
You feel the slight crinkle of plastic underneath the fabric. Riki notices your expression immediately.
“…What?”
Instead of answering, you slip your hand into his hoodie pocket.
“Oh shit.”
You pull out the tiny plastic bag slowly between two fingers. Then your grin spreads immediately.
“Oh my god, thank—”
“We’re not smoking that.”
He snatches it from your hand before you can even finish.
You stare at him.
“Riki.”
“It’s for a client.”
You let out an actual laugh. “Be forreal.”
“I am forreal.”
“Fuck your client.”
“My client is how I make money.”
“Your client can survive one night without weed.”
“He already paid.”
You roll your eyes dramatically before settling between on top of his legs while he keeps the bag out of reach.
“So refund him.”
“Refund him?” He laughs under his breath. “That’s not how that works.”
Your fingers start moving absentmindedly over his stomach through the thin tank top while you speak, nails lightly scratching against the fabric.
“You’re acting like it’s ten kilos.”
“I’m being responsible.”
You snort loudly at that word.
“Responsible.”
“Yes.”
“You skipped like an entire month of school.”
“I’m still enrolled.”
Your hand slides lower against his waist slowly.
“C’monnnn.” you murmur. “I had the worst day.”
“You say that every day.”
“Because people test me every day.”
“Mhm.”
“And now you’re sitting here gatekeeping weed from me.”
“I’m not gatekeeping.”
“You are, though.”
His hand settles on your thigh automatically, fingers squeezing once while he watches you with narrowed eyes.
“You’re manipulative as hell, i hope you know that.”
You tilt your head innocently. “What? I’m just talking.”
“Yeah?” he says. “That’s why your hands are all over me.”
“Maybe because you look good.”
You lean closer while talking, fingers trailing underneath the hem of his tank top just slightly, feeling the warmth of his skin underneath.
Riki exhales slowly through his nose.
“Manipulative”
“And you’re still not giving me the weed.”
He shakes his head, but he’s already losing. You can tell.
“Imagine,” you continue casually, “choosing some random stoner over your sexy girlfriend after she suffered through six hours hell.”
“Hell?”
“Yes.”
“You’re insane.”
“And sober,” you remind him. “Which is your fault.”
That finally makes him laugh. You immediately take advantage of it, reaching for the bag again. He pulls it away last second.
“Riki,” you groan.
“No.”
“Why are you acting like this is life or death?”
“Because my mom already murdered my business today.”
You roll your eyes before shifting even closer into his lap until your face is right near his. Your hands slide up his chest while you talk softly, your lips hovering above his.
“You like me more than your client, right?”
Then he squints at you. “You’re so full of shit.”
“But am I wrong?”
His hand tightens on your thigh again while he stares at your lips for a second too long.
You already know you won.
“If this dude starts blowing up my phone later, I’m blaming you.”
You smile slowly. “So we’re smoking?”
“Pleaseeee. I know you want it too.”
He exhales slowly, staring at the tiny bag in his hand like he’s mourning it already.
“Fine.”
“Yesssss.”
You grin immediately and kiss his cheek fast before he can change his mind.
“Love you.”
“Yeah yeah,” he mutters. “You love my weed.”
Riki keeps muttering under his breath about loss while he rolls onto his side toward the nightstand.
You grin to yourself, while he pulls open the drawer again and starts gathering everything he needs. Grinder. Papers. Lighter.
You laugh softly and sit up against the headboard while he settles beside you cross-legged, focused now.
His rings glint under the golden sunlight while he breaks the weed apart between his fingers. You watch him quietly while he works, music humming softly in the background from his speaker.
There’s something stupidly attractive about watching him roll.
Maybe it’s the concentration on his face. The silver chain resting against his throat. The way his hoodie slips down slightly off one shoulder while he leans forward.
He finishes rolling the blunt with a small nod to himself before licking the edge closed carefully. Then he grabs the lighter, sparks it once, twice, before the tip finally glows orange.
The smell fills the room almost instantly.
Riki takes the first hit automatically, checking the burn, then passes it over to you.
You take it from him slowly, inhaling deep while he gets off the bed.
The smoke settles warm in your lungs while you watch him move around the room. He cracks the window open first, then turns the music up slightly louder.
You exhale toward the ceiling with a long satisfied sigh before letting yourself fall backward onto his bed dramatically.
“Oh my god.”
Riki laughs quietly while climbing back onto the mattress.
“That good?”
“Mhm.”
He takes the blunt back from your fingers and leans against the headboard beside you. You watch him inhale slowly before he tilts his head back slightly, doing a french inhale.
You narrow your eyes.
“Okay show off.”
He grins lazily. “You wish you could do that.”
“I literally can.”
“You can’t.”
You grab at the blunt immediately. “Give it.”
He laughs again but hands it over.
Riki’s eyes are getting red, eyelids hanging lower, his movements slower. And you can feel yourself melting into the mattress more every second.
You move closer without really thinking about it, thigh pressing against his while you take another hit.
“Does your mom know I smoke with you?” You ask quietly.
Riki immediately lets out a short laugh.
“No.”
“Why’d you laugh like that?”
“Because she’d actually kill me.”
You grin slightly. “Really?”
“Yes, really.” He takes the blunt back. “She already hates that I smoke. If she found out I got you smoking too?” He shakes his head. “I’d never survive.”
“You didn’t get me smoking.”
“You met me because I sold to you.”
“Okay.”
He points at you with the blunt. “Exactly.”
You laugh quietly while laying your head against his shoulder.
“She thinks I’m a bad influence already,” he says.
“You are a bad influence.”
“Maybe.”
Riki takes another hit before continuing, words slower now.
“One time she caught me smoking in the garage and made me deep clean the whole house for like two days.”
“No way.”
“I’m serious.” He looks genuinely offended remembering it. “She took my car keys too.”
You start laughing harder.
“She said if I wanted to ‘act grown’ then I could start doing grown people chores.”
He rolls his eyes lazily before nudging your leg with his knee.
“What about your parents? They know?”
You think for a second.
“I don’t think so.”
“Not even about me?”
“They know you’re my boyfriend,” you say vaguely.
You grin.
“I just don’t think they know you deal.”
“And the smoking?”
You shrug lightly. “My mom definitely suspects something sometimes.”
“She ever ask?”
“Once.”
“What’d you say?”
“That my eyes were red because I was tired.”
Riki immediately starts laughing.
“That’s such bullshit.”
“She believed me.”
“No she didn’t.”
“She did.”
“She chose to believe you,” he corrects.
You smile a little at that because honestly, he’s probably right.
The conversation slowly drifts after that. Neither of you talking much anymore.
The weed settles heavier into your body until everything feels warm and slow and comfortable. The music sounds better. His room feels warmer and you get clingy.
Your hands keep finding him without even thinking about it.
Resting on his chest. Sliding under his hoodie. Fingers tracing over the rings on his hands. Playing with the chain around his neck. Touching his arm, his stomach, his jaw.
Riki notices eventually.
“You’re attached to me right now.”
“Mhm.”
He smiles lazily, eyes half closed now while you curl fully against him.
“So cute.”
One of your legs thrown over his again. Your face pressed into the side of his neck.
His hand drifts slowly up and down your back while the room stays quiet except for the music and your soft occasional laughter at literally nothing.
Your entire horrible day feels far away now.
The blunt is almost done by now. Just one hit left. You take the last hit slowly, inhaling deep.
“Baby,” Riki says quietly.
You look at him. He just tilts his head slightly, eyes flicking toward your mouth.
Oh. A small grin pulls at your lips immediately.
Without a word, you shift up, swinging one leg over his lap so you’re sitting on top of him properly. His back presses against the bedframe while his hands settle automatically on your hips.
You lean down close. Then slowly exhale the smoke into his mouth.
Riki inhales instantly, eyes fixed on your lips the entire time.
You stay close after, barely pulling away.
His gaze drags over your face lazily before he turns his head slightly to the side to exhale the smoke away from you. One hand reaches toward the nightstand blindly, dropping the finished blunt into the glass of water beside the bed with a quiet sizzle.
Then he looks back at you and kisses you immediately.
His lips warm against yours while your arms slide around his neck automatically. The kiss tastes faintly like smoke, his hand moving up your side underneath your hoodie while he pulls you closer against him.
Your fingers slip into the hair at the back of his neck.
His hand is sliding up your throat gently, thumb brushing your jaw while he deepens the kiss.
You breathe out softly against his mouth when his other hand moves lower, dragging down your waist before settling on your ass with a firm squeeze.
His tongue pushes into your mouth while his grip tightens slightly, guiding your hips forward instinctively. Then back, then forward again, while softly humming into the kiss.
The movement makes heat curl low in your stomach instantly.
He has his hands all over you like he can’t decide where he wants them most.
One hand squeezing your thigh now. The other still holding your waist, moving you against him in a way that has your head getting fuzzier by the second.
Then—
A knock.
“Riki.”
You both freeze instantly.
You practically launch yourself off his lap while Riki looks down at his crotch and quickly adjusts his joggers to hide something.
You drop back onto the bed casually, grabbing your phone like you’ve been doing absolutely nothing suspicious.
Riki starts aggressively waving his hand through the air trying to clear the smoke, muttering a quiet “shit” under his breath.
“Yeah?” he calls out.
His mom opens the door. The second she steps inside, her face twists immediately.
“Oh my god.”
Riki sighs dramatically already.
“It smells disgusting in here.”
Riki shrugs. You bite the inside of your cheek hard to stop yourself from laughing.
His mom looks around the room with visible disappointment before glaring at him again.
“I just told you about this earlier.”
Riki scoffs quietly, slouching further against the headboard. “Okay.”
“Don’t ‘okay’ me.”
He stays quiet this time. Probably because arguing more would make her stay longer.
Thankfully, she moves on with another sigh.
“Anyway, I’m going out to dinner with a friend later, so you two need to figure out food yourselves.”
“Okay.”
“And clean this room.”
Riki looks around lazily at the disaster surrounding him.
“It is clean, mom.”
His mom stares at him in disbelief. She shakes her head like she’s exhausted with him. Then she turns and walks out. Leaving the door completely open behind her.
“Mom!” Riki calls after her immediately. “Close the door.”
She ignores him completely and keeps walking downstairs.
He drops his head back against the wall with an annoyed groan.
“You see how nobody respects me in this house?”
He rolls his eyes while you crawl closer again, reaching up to grab his face with both hands. You squish his cheeks together dramatically, lips pursed in fake pity.
“Awww,” you say mockingly. “Poor baby. Mommy yelled at you again?”
“Shut up,” he mumbles through squished cheeks.
“This,” he says while pulling your hands away, “is why I smoke. My mom stresses me out.”
“She just told you to clean your room.”
“Exactly.”
“That’s normal.”
“It’s already clean.”
You slowly turn your head to look around the room. Then back at him.
“Is it?”
“Yes.”
The disbelief on your face makes him scoff instantly.
“It is.”
“Riki.”
“What?”
You narrow your eyes at him before suddenly leaning over the side of the bed.
Riki reacts immediately. He grabs your waist trying to pull you back before you can look underneath, but he’s too slow.
You already see everything. The laundry basket tipped completely over, half the clothes spilled out across the floor underneath the bed. Empty water bottles. A pizza box. Random chargers. One sock hanging off something.
And… you slowly reach down with two fingers.
You hold up a pair of grey Calvin Klein boxers delicately like they’re contaminated.
“You’re disgusting.”
He clicks his tongue and snatches them from your fingers fast and throws them back underneath the bed aggressively.
“Stop looking under there.”
You ignore him completely.
Still bent over the side of the bed, you keep inspecting his mess pile while Riki flops back dramatically behind you.
“Leave my room alone.” he says, laughing under his breath.
“There’s enough water bottles under here to survive an apocalypse.”
“I was gonna throw them away.”
“When? Next year?”
He grabs your ankle, trying to drag you back up onto the bed.
“Come here.”
“No, I’m investigating.”
Your eyes catch on something small shoved further back underneath the bed.
You pull it out quietly.
A pair of pink panties. You recognize them instantly because you’ve been wondering where they disappeared to weeks ago.
But instead of saying that, you just stare at them for a second.
Then slowly sit back up onto the bed.
Riki’s still relaxed at first, watching you casually.
Until you look at him.
“Riki,” you say slowly.
“Hm?”
“Are you cheating on me?”
The change in his expression is immediate.
“What?”
You hold up the panties silently, keeping your face completely serious.
Riki stares at them for one second before scoffing.
“Baby, those are yours.”
You don’t answer. Just keep staring at him.
“You literally left those here.”
“No I didn’t.”
“Yes you did.”
“I’ve never seen those in my life.”
He snorts. “Okay.”
“I’m serious.”
“You’re lying.”
You shrug lightly. “Am I?”
Riki still looks entertained at first, completely unconcerned while he reaches for his phone beside him.
“They’re yours y/n.”
“I think I’d remember my own underwear.”
He glances over at you again.
You’re still staring at him with the exact same serious expression. No smile, no laugh.Nothing.
The amusement slowly starts fading from his face. Riki sits up a little straighter now.
“Are you being serious right now?”
You look down at the panties in your hands dramatically before looking back at him.
“I don’t know, Riki. Should I be?”
“Baby,” he says immediately, now fully paying attention. “That is literally yours.”
“But what if it’s not?”
He stares at you for another second, trying to figure out if you’re joking.
Then his phone gets tossed aside completely.
“Baby— what?.” He moves closer fast, hands immediately finding your face. “Why would I cheat on you?”
You bite the inside of your cheek trying not to laugh.
“You think I’d do that?”
You shrug again.
Riki looks genuinely stressed now.
“No, seriously.” His thumbs brush against your cheeks while he searches your face. “I would never do that to you.”
Your expression almost breaks right there.
“I promise you that.” he says softer now.
“Mhm.”
“I’m serious.”
“I know.”
“You’re the only girl that’s ever in my room.”
That one nearly makes you lose it. Especially because he sounds so sincere.
His brows are pulled together now, eyes low and worried while he keeps holding your face close.
“I’d never cheat on you,” he says again quietly. “Don’t look at me like that.”
You can’t hold it anymore.
“Hahaaaaa— gotcha.”
Riki freezes. Then realization slowly washes over his face.
“I knew it.”
You’re laughing so hard now you almost fall sideways off the bed.
“Oh my god, your face—”
“Get out of here with your fuckass pranks.”
“I got you so stressed.” you wheeze. “You got all serious—”
You keep laughing while mocking his voice.
“Baby, I’d never cheat on you.”
“Shut up.”
“You’re the only girl in my room.”
Riki shoves you hard enough to make you flop backward onto the mattress while he falls back beside you dramatically.
“You’re annoying as fuck.”
You’re still laughing.
“You looked so scared.”
“You kept staring at me like you were about to cry.”
You roll on top of him immediately, still grinning while he tries to stay annoyed.
It doesn’t work very well. Especially not when you start kissing his face repeatedly. One on his cheek. Another near his jaw. Then the corner of his mouth.
“Sorry,” you laugh against his skin.
“No you’re not.”
“I’m kinda sorry.”
“Mhm.”
You kiss him again anyway, arms wrapping around his neck. He’s still shaking his head.
“Actually can’t stand you,” he mutters.
But he’s smiling when he says it.
You’re still laughing when you lean down to kiss him again. And again and again.
Riki tries to stay annoyed, but you can literally feel him fighting a smile underneath your mouth every time you kiss the corner of his lips.
“Don’t be mad,” you mumble against his cheek.
You poke his face.
“Riki.”
He grabs your wrist immediately. “Stop poking me.”
“I’ve never seen you that stressed in my life.” you continue, grinning down at him.
“I could tell you were joking.”
“Aww,” you tease again, lightly squishing his face. “Did you?’
“I don’t like you.”
“You do.”
You kiss him again before squishing his cheek one more time.
“Don’t be mad.”
“I’m warning you right now.”
You ignore him completely.
Another poke.
“Baby—”
Another kiss.
“Don’t be—”
Suddenly his hands grab your waist hard.
You barely have time to yelp before he flips you over completely, throwing you onto the mattress with a laugh.
“Riki!”
“There,” he says while climbing over you fast. “Got you.”
You’re still laughing when he pins both your wrists above your head with one hand.
He leans down and bites lightly at your neck with a playful growl that makes you yell immediately.
Riki grins against your skin before suddenly attacking your sides with his free hand.
“You were asking for it.”
You scream instantly.
“RIKI—”
“You thought you were funny?”
“STOP—”
He keeps tickling you, fingers everywhere now while you twist underneath him laughing so hard you can barely breathe. Your legs kick against the bed uselessly while he keeps your wrists pinned easily.
“Talking all that shit,” he says through his own laughter. “Now look at you.”
“STOP—”
“No.”
“PLEASE—”
“Say sorry.”
“I— I DID!”
“Say it properly.”
You can barely get words out between laughing.
He keeps going. Tickling your stomach now, your sides, under your arms, everywhere he knows makes you lose your mind.
You’re literally crying laughing at this point.
“Okay okay— sorry!”
“What was that?”
“Sorry!!”
“Hmm?”
“I’m sorry Riki!”
Finally he stops.Both of you breathing hard now.
Riki looks down at you smugly while still pinning your wrists above your head. Then he leans down and kisses the side of your jaw once before letting go completely.
“That’s what I thought. Good girl.”
You glare at him and immediately kick his leg one last time.
He laughs while rolling off you.
You just lay there dramatically trying to recover, chest rising and falling while your face hurts from laughing.
“Oh my god,” you groan.
“You started it.”
“You almost killed me.”
You stare at the ceiling for another few quiet seconds before your stomach growls loudly.
Riki immediately snorts.
“…I’m hungry.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.”
He stretches lazily before sitting up, hoodie riding up slightly, giving you a peek of the tattoo on his side.
“Get up then.” He says while reaching over to tap your thigh.
You follow him downstairs.
You hop up onto the kitchen counter while Riki starts checking for food. The fridge first.
He stares inside for a few seconds. “Why do we only have ingredients?”
He starts pulling random things out dramatically.
Spinach. Eggs. Sauce. Half a cucumber.
“You could cook.”
“I’m not cooking.”
You roll your eyes.
Next he checks the cabinets. Same problem. Pasta. Rice. Random canned stuff.
“What even is this.”
You laugh softly from the counter while swinging your legs.
Then he opens the freezer.
“Oh wait.”
You sit up slightly.
“What?”
“I found some pizza.”
“Oh my god.”
Riki pulls it outThen flips it over.
His face immediately drops.
“Nevermind.”
“What?”
“This shit expired two years ago?! Jezus Christ, mom.”
You burst out laughing.
“This house has no food and no weed,” he complains dramatically while walking toward the trash. “Unbelievable.”
“You’re so spoiled.”
He opens the trash bin to throw away the pizza. Then freezes.
“…No fucking way.”
You blink at him. “What?”
“Baby.”
The tone of his voice makes you hop off the counter immediately.
“What?”
Riki slowly turns the trash bin toward you.
Your eyes widen instantly.
His stash. All of it. Still sealed up in bags, sitting right there untouched because apparently his mom had just thrown it out without opening anything.
“Oh shit.”
Riki genuinely looks emotional.
“She didn’t throw it out.”
You start laughing immediately while he grabs the bags out of the trash like he’s rescuing lost treasure.
“No way,” he keeps saying in disbelief. “No fucking way.”
Riki suddenly grabs your waist and lifts you right off the floor effortlessly, making you laugh louder while he kisses you hard.
“You don’t understand,” he says against your lips, grinning like an idiot now. “We’re about to have a goood time.”
You’re still smiling when you hop back up onto the kitchen counter, watching Riki reorganize his recovered stash on the counter.
“I want sushi.”
Riki looks over immediately.
“You want sushi?” he repeats, stepping closer until he’s standing between your legs.
“Mhm.”
You hook your ankles loosely behind him while he leans in just enough to kiss you once.
“Then we’re getting sushi.”
“Exactly.”
He pulls his phone out with one hand while the other settles around your lower back automatically, keeping you close against him while he opens a delivery app.
“What rolls do you want?”
You lean forward immediately to watch.
“That one.”
“Ooo wait,” you say, pointing at the screen. “Get California rolls.”
Riki adds it without argument.
“And spicy salmon.”
Tap.
“And those fried ones.”
“The crunchy ones?”
“Yeah.”
Still, he scrolls until you nod.
“Those.”
He adds them too.
One of your hands drifts into his hair while he orders, fingers scratching lightly at the back of his neck. You keep commenting on random things while he adds literally everything you mention without complaint.
“Get gyoza too.”
“Okay.”
“And mochi.”
“You don’t even like mochi that much.”
“Yes I do.”
“You eat like two bites.”
“I like mochi. Riki.” You say, not sure if you’re trying to convince him or yourself.
Riki laughs quietly under his breath and adds it anyway, he glances at the total and finally looks up at you.
“I think we got enough.”
You immediately shake your head.
“No.”
“Baby.”
“We get hungry when we’re high.”
“That’s already enough food for a family of four.”
“And?”
He stares at you for a second.
Then sighs dramatically and adds another roll anyway.
“There. Happy?”
“Very.”
“You use me financially.”
“Correct.”
He snorts softly before finally placing the order.
The second the confirmation screen pops up he tosses his phone onto the counter beside you.
“There,” he says, reaching for the weed beside you, “you ready to get faded or what?”
He dangles one of the little bags of weed in front of you teasingly.
You glance at it, then shake your head.
“Not yet.”
Riki raises an eyebrow. “Why?”
“I don’t want it to wear off before the food gets here.”
That makes him laugh immediately.
You’re still sitting on the counter while he steps even closer between your legs again, his hands settle on either side of your thighs.
“Baby,” he says amused, “you do not gotta worry about that.”
You smile slightly at his tone already.
He leans in closer.
“This shit’s strong,” he murmurs near your lips. “It’ll have you stoned for hours.”
The way he says it makes warmth spread through you instantly.
You smile against his mouth before kissing him softly just for a few seconds. When you pull back, you’re still smiling a little.
“The other one worked pretty fast though.”
Riki chuckles quietly.
“Yeah baby, that was like less than half a blunt.”
“Mhm.”
“And my mom interrupted us halfway through.”
You laugh softly and lightly push his shoulder.
“Stop talking shit about your mom.”
By the time you both end up outside in the backyard, the sky is starting to darken just slightly.
You curl one leg underneath yourself on the gray lounge sofa in the cornerwhile Riki sits beside you, immediately pulling out the recovered stash again.
The second he opens the bag, the smell hits instantly.
“Jeez,” you say, wrinkling your nose slightly.
Riki just nods while breaking it apart between his fingers.
“Told you,” he says proudly. “This the good stuff.”
You eye the weed suspiciously.
“I don’t wanna green out again.”
That makes him laugh under his breath.
“You’re not gonna green out.”
“You said that last time too.”
“And you were fine.”
“I thought my heart stopped.”
Riki grins and reaches over to pat your head.
“You’ll be fine, baby. I promise.”
He ignores that, focused on rolling now.
His rings click softly against the lighter beside him while he works. You watch him carefully pack the joint before sealing it shut.
“Oh, by the way.”
“Mhm?”
“When the food gets here, you gotta open the door.”
You blink. “Why?”
You stare at him for a second.
“Riki.”
He just grins to himself while lighting the tip.
“Don’t worry about it.”
“…Okay?”
You shake your head at him while he hands you the finished joint.
You bring it to your lips automatically, cupping your hand around the end while you light it carefully against the slight evening breeze.
The orange glow flickers against your face for a second.
Riki watches you.
“You look sexy when you do that.”
You smile at him while inhaling. He laughs softly and lights his own.
You take another long hit confidently this time. Immediate mistake.
The smoke hits the back of your throat so harshly you start coughing instantly.
“Fuck—”
“I told you it’s strong.”
You cough harder.
His hand lands on your back, rubbing slowly between your shoulders.
“You good?”
“Mhm,” you manage weakly between coughs.
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
He still keeps rubbing your back though, grinning to himself while you recover.
The joints burn slowly while the conversation drifts lazily from topic to topic. Sometimes one of you talks. Sometimes neither of you does.
Your body starts feeling heavier against the couch cushions while Riki’s eyes get visibly lower every time he looks over at you.
Then the doorbell rings faintly inside the house.
Neither of you reacts.
A few seconds later it rings again. Still nothing.
By the third ring, your eyes widen slightly.
“Oh shit.”
You quickly lean forward to put your joint in the ashtray, but you just kind of drop it sideways carelessly.
Riki immediately hisses under his breath.
“Baby—”
“What?”
“You gotta put it down properly.”
He fixes it quickly before it burns unevenly, muttering to himself while adjusting it.
“Now you gotta relight it later. Wasting my shit.”
By the time you get to the front door, your eyes already feel warm and heavy.
You pull it open.
The delivery guy looks down at his phone first.
Then at you.
Then back at the phone again with visible hesitation.
“Order for…” He squints slightly. “Princess?”
You freeze.
The delivery guy looks awkward now.
“…Is that you?”
“Oh.” You smile awkwardly. “Yup... that’s me.”
He hands over the food while clearly trying not to react.
“Enjoy.”
“Thanks.”
The second you walk back outside, Riki’s smiling so hard he can barely hold it together.
“Order for princess?” you repeat flatly.
That immediately makes him laugh.
“You’re ridiculous.”
He shrugs innocently, still grinning.
“That’s what you are right? Ordering half the menu on my costs.”
“So?”
“So princess behavior.”
You shake your head while sitting back beside him with the food bags.
Riki laughs quietly while watching you unpack everything onto the outdoor table.
Containers everywhere. Soy sauce packets. Mochi. Chopsticks. You arrange everything carefully while he watches you with low amused eyes.
Then he hands your joint back to you.
“Smoke first.”
“I’m hungry.”
“It’ll taste better after.”
You look at him.
“Trust me.”
You sigh.
“Alright. But let me unpack first.”
Riki just leans back against the couch watching you continue organizing all the food until everything’s spread out perfectly across the table.
Only then do you finally put the joint back between your lips.
“Here,” you mumble.
Riki leans in with the lighter, one hand instinctively cupping near your face while he relights it for you.
Then he takes his own joint again.
Time starts getting weird after that. The world feels softer while the backyard lights blur slightly golden against your vision.
Riki’s head is tipped back slightly, eyes red and barely open anymore.
You’re not much better. Every movement feels delayed.
The sushi sitting on the table in front of you somehow looks like the best thing you’ve ever seen in your life.
And when you glance over at Riki, he’s already looking at you. Slow grin spreading across his face.
The second you take the first bite of sushi, your eyes widen dramatically.
“Oh my god.”
Riki’s already chewing on his own food beside you when you point at the tray.
“This tastes fucking amazing.”
Your words come out half muffled because you’re already stuffing another piece into your mouth.
Riki starts laughing immediately.
“You look crazy right now.”
“No seriously,” you say through another bite, “this is like… life changing.”
“Mhm,” he agrees lazily. “Told you.”
The weed is hitting hard now. Everything tastes better.
The soy sauce somehow tastes richer. The crunchy fried rolls are so good they piss you off a little. Even the stupid little ginger slices are suddenly very good.
“This is the best sushi I’ve ever had in my entire life.”
At one point you groan loud while chewing and let your head fall back dramatically against the couch.
Riki loses it.
“You sound like you’re getting fucked.”
“No. This better than getting fucked.”
Riki starts laughing so hard he nearly chokes on rice.
You laugh too immediately even though neither of you even knows what’s funny anymore.
The conversation keeps breaking apart halfway through because both of you get distracted constantly.
Riki reaches for a fried roll.
Misses the soy sauce completely. Still eats it.
You stare at him.
“You didn’t dip it, baby.”
“Huh?”
“You missed.”
He looks down slowly.
“Oh.”
Then both of you start laughing again for absolutely no reason.
At some point you try using chopsticks and completely fail because your movements feel delayed.
“You’re holding them wrong,” Riki says.
“No I’m not.”
“You look like you don’t know what planet you’re on right now.”
Eventually the table is a complete mess and both of you are completely gone.
You fall back dramatically against the couch cushions with a groan.
“I’m so full.”
Riki leans back beside you with heavy eyes.
“Same.”
The backyard feels unreal now.
The sun is setting lower, turning the sky orange and pink while the grass somehow looks very green.
You stare at it for a long moment.
“Why does the grass look like… that?”
Riki turns his head slowly. “Like what?”
“So green.”
He squints at the lawn for a few seconds.
“…Damn.”
“Right?”
“Yeah.”
You nod seriously.
“This is the best weed ever.”
“Mhm.”
“My eyelashes are tingling.”
That makes him laugh quietly.
You keep talking very slowly.
“And the sky is like…” You gesture vaguely upward. “Orange. But like… not normal orange.”
Your thoughts are drifting around faster than your mouth can keep up.
“And the clouds are so…” You trail off completely.
“So what?”
“…Nevermind.”
“You forgot?”
“Mhm.”
“You’re so stoned.”
You look over at him slowly.
“You are too.”
“I can handle it better.” he says immediately.
Riki grins lazily beside you before grabbing his phone and putting music on. The sound plays quietly through the backyard while the sky gets darker by the minute.
The weed makes both of you ridiculously affectionate.
Your hand keeps finding his automatically. Or his hoodie. Or his chain.
You’re halfway in his lap again without even realizing it.
Riki doesn’t seem any better. One arm permanently around your waist now. Fingers tracing patterns against your side. Pulling you closer every few minutes like he forgot you’re already on top of him.
At some point he just starts staring at you.
You notice eventually.
“What?”
“You’re so cute when you’re high.”
“You say that every time.”
“Cause it’s true. You get all slow.”
“You’re slow too.”
“Yeah but I’m still functioning.”
The night settles around you slowly.
The air gets colder. The backyard lights turn on automatically above you. Music still humming softly in the background.
Eventually you both end up laying down across the lounge couch together.
You’re tucked between his long legs with your head resting on his chest, arms folded underneath your chin w.
Riki’s hand moves slowly through your hair.
Everything feels warm and comfortable. Your eyes keep slipping shut.
Riki says something eventually, voice low and sleepy above you.
You don’t answer.
A few seconds pass then he nudges you lightly.
“Hey, I’m talking to you.”
Nothing.
“Princess.”
Riki lifts his head slightly to look down at you properly.
Your mouth is slightly open against his chest, breathing slow and even.
Completely asleep.
He stares for a second before quietly chuckling to himself.
His hand brushes gently through your hair one last time before his eyes close too.
A while later, the back door slides open softly.
Riki’s mom steps inside the dark kitchen first, kicking her shoes off quietly before setting her bag down on the counter.
The house is silent.
She frowns slightly.
“Riki?”
No answer.
“Y/n?”
She glances toward the backyard when she notices the faint music still playing outside. With a small sigh, she walks over and slides the door open further.
You and Riki are completely passed out.
Riki’s sprawled against the couch cushions with his head tilted to the side, one arm still wrapped around your waist in his sleep. His other hand is tangled loosely in your hair like he fell asleep petting it.
And you’re curled against his chest, tucked between his legs comfortably, breathing slow and peaceful.
Both of you look exhausted but very cute together.
For a second she just stands there quietly watching.
“Oh gosh,” she mutters under her breath, her eyes barely tearing up.
It’s kind of thing she’d probably take a picture of if she wasn’t actively trying to stay annoyed at her son.
She’s already about to leave you both alone when her eyes drift toward the table beside the couch.
The ashtray.
Two finished joints resting inside.
Her mouth flattens immediately.
“Oh my god.”
She clicks her tongue softly while looking back at the two of you asleep.
“You two…”
Riki just pulls you slightly closer unconsciously in his sleep.
His mom shakes her head slowly before heading back inside. The kitchen light flicks on and that’s when she notices the counter.
Several bags. Very recognizable bags, filled with weed.
All spread across the kitchen counter exactly where Riki had left them earlier.
She slowly closes her eyes.
“You have got to be kidding me.”
She walks over immediately, picking one up between two fingers with visible disbelief.
“So he went into the trash for it too,” she mutters to herself.
Another annoyed sigh leaves her while she grabs the box of trash bags from underneath the sink.
This time, she empties every single bag out of the packaging directly into the garbage.
No saving it now.
Just straight into old food, napkins, banana peels and whatever else is already sitting in there.
She ties the trash bag shut tightly afterward. Then looks toward the backyard again through the glass door.
Riki sleeping peacefully with you in his arms, completely unaware that his mom is throwing out his beloved weed stash… again.
smoking in riki’s bed is the best way to relax after a stressful day… if he can find his weed.
📓pairing: dealer!riki x fem!reader
contains: weed smoking skinship fluff kissing bickering riki’s kind of rude to his mom
🗯️vaeh’s note: i guess I’m back from my short ass break. this was supposed to be a Higher drabble but ig this counts as a regular bonus part now cs I am the worst at keeping my ffs short
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Everything about today had been advertised as fun. A “production day,” your lecturer had called it all week with way too much enthusiasm, promising creative freedom and relaxed schedules and exciting group work.
Instead, it had been six straight hours of irritation, passive aggressive comments, and carrying an entire project on your back while the rest of your group stared blankly at their laptops pretending to work.
By two in the afternoon, your social battery was dead.
Your group presentation was supposed to start in less than ten minutes, yet you were hiding in a bathroom stall with your phone pressed to your ear. Your knee bounced restlessly.
“Come on,” you muttered under your breath when it rings again.
Then finally—
“Hey baby—”
“Can you pick me up?”
You cut straight through his greeting, voice exhausted enough to make him pause on the other end.
“…What?”
You sigh, leaning your head back against the cold metal wall behind you. “Can you come get me?”
Riki exhales softly through his nose.
“When?”
“Right now.”
“Right now?” he repeats. “Baby, I can’t right now.”
You frown instantly.
“Why not?”
“I’m working.”
You roll your eyes even though he couldn’t see it. Working. So selling weed to junks.
“And didn’t you say you had class till four?” he adds. “What happened?”
“Yea? I don’t wanna go.”
A small laugh escapes him. “That’s not really how it works.”
“Oh my god,” you groan dramatically, rubbing your forehead. “You cannot be serious.”
“What?”
“You telling me not to skip class?” Your voice sharpened with disbelief. “Riki, you’ve attended like three classes this entire year.”
“Yeah. Don’t be like me.” Riki says.
“Please just come get me,” you try again, softer this time. “I’m so done with today.”
You heard muffled voices in the background on his side of the phone. A car door shutting. Someone calling his name.
Riki clicks his tongue quietly.
“Baby, I really can’t right now. I’ve got like 6 more clients today.”
Your face drops immediately.
“I hate everyone here.”
“I know.”
“No, like actually fucking hate them.”
“I know,” he repeats. “Just come over when your classes are finished, okay?”
You let out the most miserable whine imaginable, dragging the sound out on purpose just to irritate him.
“Rikiiii.”
“That’s not changing my answer.”
Another long sigh left you before you pull the phone away from your ear.
“Whatever.”
“Don’t be mad—”
But you already hung up.
The call ends with a sharp tap of your thumb.
You sit there for another second in irritated silence, glaring at the picture of you and Riki on your lockscreen before shoving the phone into your bag aggressively.
Then you stand up, grab your things, and push the stall door open way harder than necessary. The loud slam echoes through the bathroom.
A girl by the mirror startles and looks over.
“Jeez.” The girl mutters to herself.
You ignore her completely, storming toward the exit, already rehearsing in your head how badly you’re going to guilt trip Riki later for abandoning his poor girlfriend.
—
By the time you arrive at Riki’s house around four thirty, your irritation hasn’t faded even a little. You text him the second you reach the driveway.
You: im here
Riki: door’s open. mom’s downstairs
You shove your phone into your pocket and push the front door open without knocking.
At this point, you’re over here so much it feels like your second home. The house smells faintly like laundry detergent and food. You hear the TV playing softly somewhere in the living room before his mom notices you walking in.
“Oh, hi sweetheart.”
You look over with a smile. “Hi miss Nishimura.”
“How was your day?”
You let out a dramatic sigh immediately. “Horrible.”
She laughs knowingly from the couch. “That bad?”
“You have no idea.”
“Well,” she says, shaking her head with amusement, “Riki’s upstairs. And tell him to clean that room before it starts growing mold.”
You snort. “I’ll try.”
You laugh softly before heading upstairs, already hearing faint music through the slightly open bedroom door.
The second you push it open wider, you catch Riki mid-motion. He’s shoving an overflowing laundry basket under his bed with his foot fast.
The room still looks messy anyway. Black hoodie tossed over his desk chair. Empty water bottles near the nightstand. Chains and rings scattered around like decoration.
And him.
Black joggers hanging low on his hips, white tank top stretched over his frame, black zip-up hoodie hanging open. Silver rings glinting against his fingers. Cross necklace resting against his chest.
Your mood somehow gets worse instantly.
“There's she is,” he says casually, like he hasn’t just panic-cleaned the second he heard you coming upstairs.
You don’t even answer. You just walk over and let yourself collapse face first onto his bed dramatically, burying your face into his pillow.
It smells exactly like him. Detergent, smoke and cologne.
Riki chuckles quietly behind you.
“Aww,” he teases. “You’re having a hard life today?”
“Yeah.”
“Mhm.”
The mattress dips as he climbs beside you, one arm immediately sliding across your lower back, pulling you closer against him lazily.
“What’s up?” he asks, voice lower now.
Your response comes muffled into the pillow.
“I just wanna graduate already.”
He laughs softly at that.
You finally roll onto your back with a long sigh, staring at the ceiling dramatically. Riki looks down at you with obvious amusement before leaning down and kissing your cheek once.
Then again. Then your forehead and hen the corner of your mouth.
“Talk to me,” he says.
You narrow your eyes at him while he shifts onto his back beside you, opening one arm, inviting you. You stare at him for a second before groaning loudly.
“What?”
“You look good,” you complain miserably. “It’s pissing me off more.”
You move anyway, immediately curling into his side. One leg thrown over his while his arm settles around your waist automatically. He grins.
“That’s your problem?”
“Yes.”
“Damn.”
You sigh dramatically again before starting your rant properly.
You tell him about the presentation disaster. About your group members barely helping. About one dude showing up completely unprepared and still acting cocky anyway. About having to fix everything yourself while everybody else stood around being useless.
Riki mostly listens quietly, fingers tracing along your waist beneath your t-shirt.
Sometimes he hums. Sometimes he laughs when you mock someone. Sometimes he drops a quiet “that’s crazy” just to keep you talking.
“And then,” you continue, growing more irritated again just remembering it, “they’re all panicking asking me what to say during the presentation like I’m their fucking mother.”
“I’m jealous of you.” You say.
Riki frowns. “Why?”
“You literally just do whatever you want.”
Riki’s expression shifts slightly at that. His hand moves slowly up your back.
“That’s not really a good thing, baby.”
You shrug against him. “Still.”
“Nah.” He shakes his head lightly. “You say that now, but you’re actually doing something with your life.”
You snort. “Barely.”
“I mean it. You’re gonna graduate, get your degree, all that shit.” His fingers squeeze your side lightly. “That matters.”
You look up at him. “You sound like a dad.”
“I’m trying to help you.”
“You’re lecturing me.”
“I’m trying to be a good influence.”
You stare at him for a second before sighing loudly and burying your face against his chest again.
“I still hate everybody.”
“That’s okay,” he says easily, pressing a kiss into your hair.
You’re half sprawled on top of him now, your cheek pressed against his chest while his hand keeps moving up and down your back. The late afternoon light coming through his curtains makes the room feel warm and sleepy.
Until the thought hits you.
“I wanna smoke.”
Riki reacts immediately. Like genuinely immediately.
“Okay.”
You snort softly at how fast he says it.
He shifts underneath you, rolling onto his side to reach into his nightstand drawer. You hear the cluttering sound of him moving random things around, lighter, charger, loose receipts, wrappers probably. But then it goes quiet.
“The fuck?”
You lift your head slightly.
Riki’s brows furrow as he digs around harder. “Wait.”
You watch him pull the drawer out further.
Empty.
His whole expression changes instantly. Not fully panicked yet, but close enough that it makes you start smiling already.
“No way,” he mutters.
Without warning, he slips out from underneath you and gets off the bed fast enough to make it bounce. He opens his underwear drawer next, shoving things around aggressively before pulling out a small box hidden beneath his boxers.
Empty too.
“Oh my god,” he says under his breath.
You’re fully entertained now, just laying there watching him spiral.
He checks his backpack next. Nothing.
“What the fuck?” he says again, louder this time. “Nah nah nah.”
You’re trying not to laugh.
Riki turns to look at you with genuine concern in his eyes now.
“I think my mom took my stash.”
That makes you snort. But he doesn’t laugh at all.
His jaw tightens while he runs both hands through his hair, already stressed.
“Riki,” you say between laughs, “are you serious—”
“This isn’t funny.”
“It kinda is.”
“No, it’s really not.”
He’s already leaving the room before you can answer, and he leaves the door wide open behind him. You hear his footsteps down the stairs before his voice carries faintly through the house.
“Mom?”
“In the kitchen!”
You sit up slightly on the bed, immediately listening.
Riki walks into the kitchen trying to sound casual.
“Mom… were you in my room earlier?”
“Yes,” his mom answers easily. “Why?”
“Did you… take something?”
“Your drugs?”
Riki clicks his tongue. “It’s just weed.”
“And weed is still drugs. And it still makes the entire house smell.”
“Mom.”
“No, seriously,” she continues. “I’m tired of the smell. And I don’t want you doing that stuff all day.”
“You can’t just take my stuff.”
“I absolutely can if it’s in my house.”
“It’s my money you threw away, good quality shit,” he argues back, frustration slipping into his voice now. “Do you know how much was in there?”
“Maybe if you went to school instead of selling weed—”
“Oh my god.”
“You’re twenty years old, Riki.”
“And paying for my own stuff.”
“With drug money.”
He lets out a sharp exhale through his nose, clearly realizing the conversation is going nowhere.
“This is crazy,” he mutters.
Then you hear his footsteps coming back upstairs.
The second he walks back into the room, he looks miserable. You’re already grinning.
“She threw it away,” he complains immediately, throwing himself dramatically onto the bed beside you. “Everything.”
“I heard.”
“This is fucked up.”
You laugh softly while he lays there staring at the ceiling like his life is over.
“My own mother robbing me.”
“She’s probably trying to save your future.”
“She threw away like—” He cuts himself off with another annoyed groan. “I don’t even know— a lot of fucking money.”
Still smiling, you move closer again, half laying over him comfortably while he keeps muttering complaints under his breath.
Your hand slides across his side. Then pauses. There’s something in the pocket of his hoodie.
You feel the slight crinkle of plastic underneath the fabric. Riki notices your expression immediately.
“…What?”
Instead of answering, you slip your hand into his hoodie pocket.
“Oh shit.”
You pull out the tiny plastic bag slowly between two fingers. Then your grin spreads immediately.
“Oh my god, thank—”
“We’re not smoking that.”
He snatches it from your hand before you can even finish.
You stare at him.
“Riki.”
“It’s for a client.”
You let out an actual laugh. “Be forreal.”
“I am forreal.”
“Fuck your client.”
“My client is how I make money.”
“Your client can survive one night without weed.”
“He already paid.”
You roll your eyes dramatically before settling between on top of his legs while he keeps the bag out of reach.
“So refund him.”
“Refund him?” He laughs under his breath. “That’s not how that works.”
Your fingers start moving absentmindedly over his stomach through the thin tank top while you speak, nails lightly scratching against the fabric.
“You’re acting like it’s ten kilos.”
“I’m being responsible.”
You snort loudly at that word.
“Responsible.”
“Yes.”
“You skipped like an entire month of school.”
“I’m still enrolled.”
Your hand slides lower against his waist slowly.
“C’monnnn.” you murmur. “I had the worst day.”
“You say that every day.”
“Because people test me every day.”
“Mhm.”
“And now you’re sitting here gatekeeping weed from me.”
“I’m not gatekeeping.”
“You are, though.”
His hand settles on your thigh automatically, fingers squeezing once while he watches you with narrowed eyes.
“You’re manipulative as hell, i hope you know that.”
You tilt your head innocently. “What? I’m just talking.”
“Yeah?” he says. “That’s why your hands are all over me.”
“Maybe because you look good.”
You lean closer while talking, fingers trailing underneath the hem of his tank top just slightly, feeling the warmth of his skin underneath.
Riki exhales slowly through his nose.
“Manipulative”
“And you’re still not giving me the weed.”
He shakes his head, but he’s already losing. You can tell.
“Imagine,” you continue casually, “choosing some random stoner over your sexy girlfriend after she suffered through six hours hell.”
“Hell?”
“Yes.”
“You’re insane.”
“And sober,” you remind him. “Which is your fault.”
That finally makes him laugh. You immediately take advantage of it, reaching for the bag again. He pulls it away last second.
“Riki,” you groan.
“No.”
“Why are you acting like this is life or death?”
“Because my mom already murdered my business today.”
You roll your eyes before shifting even closer into his lap until your face is right near his. Your hands slide up his chest while you talk softly, your lips hovering above his.
“You like me more than your client, right?”
Then he squints at you. “You’re so full of shit.”
“But am I wrong?”
His hand tightens on your thigh again while he stares at your lips for a second too long.
You already know you won.
“If this dude starts blowing up my phone later, I’m blaming you.”
You smile slowly. “So we’re smoking?”
“Pleaseeee. I know you want it too.”
He exhales slowly, staring at the tiny bag in his hand like he’s mourning it already.
“Fine.”
“Yesssss.”
You grin immediately and kiss his cheek fast before he can change his mind.
“Love you.”
“Yeah yeah,” he mutters. “You love my weed.”
Riki keeps muttering under his breath about loss while he rolls onto his side toward the nightstand.
You grin to yourself, while he pulls open the drawer again and starts gathering everything he needs. Grinder. Papers. Lighter.
You laugh softly and sit up against the headboard while he settles beside you cross-legged, focused now.
His rings glint under the golden sunlight while he breaks the weed apart between his fingers. You watch him quietly while he works, music humming softly in the background from his speaker.
There’s something stupidly attractive about watching him roll.
Maybe it’s the concentration on his face. The silver chain resting against his throat. The way his hoodie slips down slightly off one shoulder while he leans forward.
He finishes rolling the blunt with a small nod to himself before licking the edge closed carefully. Then he grabs the lighter, sparks it once, twice, before the tip finally glows orange.
The smell fills the room almost instantly.
Riki takes the first hit automatically, checking the burn, then passes it over to you.
You take it from him slowly, inhaling deep while he gets off the bed.
The smoke settles warm in your lungs while you watch him move around the room. He cracks the window open first, then turns the music up slightly louder.
You exhale toward the ceiling with a long satisfied sigh before letting yourself fall backward onto his bed dramatically.
“Oh my god.”
Riki laughs quietly while climbing back onto the mattress.
“That good?”
“Mhm.”
He takes the blunt back from your fingers and leans against the headboard beside you. You watch him inhale slowly before he tilts his head back slightly, doing a french inhale.
You narrow your eyes.
“Okay show off.”
He grins lazily. “You wish you could do that.”
“I literally can.”
“You can’t.”
You grab at the blunt immediately. “Give it.”
He laughs again but hands it over.
Riki’s eyes are getting red, eyelids hanging lower, his movements slower. And you can feel yourself melting into the mattress more every second.
You move closer without really thinking about it, thigh pressing against his while you take another hit.
“Does your mom know I smoke with you?” You ask quietly.
Riki immediately lets out a short laugh.
“No.”
“Why’d you laugh like that?”
“Because she’d actually kill me.”
You grin slightly. “Really?”
“Yes, really.” He takes the blunt back. “She already hates that I smoke. If she found out I got you smoking too?” He shakes his head. “I’d never survive.”
“You didn’t get me smoking.”
“You met me because I sold to you.”
“Okay.”
He points at you with the blunt. “Exactly.”
You laugh quietly while laying your head against his shoulder.
“She thinks I’m a bad influence already,” he says.
“You are a bad influence.”
“Maybe.”
Riki takes another hit before continuing, words slower now.
“One time she caught me smoking in the garage and made me deep clean the whole house for like two days.”
“No way.”
“I’m serious.” He looks genuinely offended remembering it. “She took my car keys too.”
You start laughing harder.
“She said if I wanted to ‘act grown’ then I could start doing grown people chores.”
He rolls his eyes lazily before nudging your leg with his knee.
“What about your parents? They know?”
You think for a second.
“I don’t think so.”
“Not even about me?”
“They know you’re my boyfriend,” you say vaguely.
You grin.
“I just don’t think they know you deal.”
“And the smoking?”
You shrug lightly. “My mom definitely suspects something sometimes.”
“She ever ask?”
“Once.”
“What’d you say?”
“That my eyes were red because I was tired.”
Riki immediately starts laughing.
“That’s such bullshit.”
“She believed me.”
“No she didn’t.”
“She did.”
“She chose to believe you,” he corrects.
You smile a little at that because honestly, he’s probably right.
The conversation slowly drifts after that. Neither of you talking much anymore.
The weed settles heavier into your body until everything feels warm and slow and comfortable. The music sounds better. His room feels warmer and you get clingy.
Your hands keep finding him without even thinking about it.
Resting on his chest. Sliding under his hoodie. Fingers tracing over the rings on his hands. Playing with the chain around his neck. Touching his arm, his stomach, his jaw.
Riki notices eventually.
“You’re attached to me right now.”
“Mhm.”
He smiles lazily, eyes half closed now while you curl fully against him.
“So cute.”
One of your legs thrown over his again. Your face pressed into the side of his neck.
His hand drifts slowly up and down your back while the room stays quiet except for the music and your soft occasional laughter at literally nothing.
Your entire horrible day feels far away now.
The blunt is almost done by now. Just one hit left. You take the last hit slowly, inhaling deep.
“Baby,” Riki says quietly.
You look at him. He just tilts his head slightly, eyes flicking toward your mouth.
Oh. A small grin pulls at your lips immediately.
Without a word, you shift up, swinging one leg over his lap so you’re sitting on top of him properly. His back presses against the bedframe while his hands settle automatically on your hips.
You lean down close. Then slowly exhale the smoke into his mouth.
Riki inhales instantly, eyes fixed on your lips the entire time.
You stay close after, barely pulling away.
His gaze drags over your face lazily before he turns his head slightly to the side to exhale the smoke away from you. One hand reaches toward the nightstand blindly, dropping the finished blunt into the glass of water beside the bed with a quiet sizzle.
Then he looks back at you and kisses you immediately.
His lips warm against yours while your arms slide around his neck automatically. The kiss tastes faintly like smoke, his hand moving up your side underneath your hoodie while he pulls you closer against him.
Your fingers slip into the hair at the back of his neck.
His hand is sliding up your throat gently, thumb brushing your jaw while he deepens the kiss.
You breathe out softly against his mouth when his other hand moves lower, dragging down your waist before settling on your ass with a firm squeeze.
His tongue pushes into your mouth while his grip tightens slightly, guiding your hips forward instinctively. Then back, then forward again, while softly humming into the kiss.
The movement makes heat curl low in your stomach instantly.
He has his hands all over you like he can’t decide where he wants them most.
One hand squeezing your thigh now. The other still holding your waist, moving you against him in a way that has your head getting fuzzier by the second.
Then—
A knock.
“Riki.”
You both freeze instantly.
You practically launch yourself off his lap while Riki looks down at his crotch and quickly adjusts his joggers to hide something.
You drop back onto the bed casually, grabbing your phone like you’ve been doing absolutely nothing suspicious.
Riki starts aggressively waving his hand through the air trying to clear the smoke, muttering a quiet “shit” under his breath.
“Yeah?” he calls out.
His mom opens the door. The second she steps inside, her face twists immediately.
“Oh my god.”
Riki sighs dramatically already.
“It smells disgusting in here.”
Riki shrugs. You bite the inside of your cheek hard to stop yourself from laughing.
His mom looks around the room with visible disappointment before glaring at him again.
“I just told you about this earlier.”
Riki scoffs quietly, slouching further against the headboard. “Okay.”
“Don’t ‘okay’ me.”
He stays quiet this time. Probably because arguing more would make her stay longer.
Thankfully, she moves on with another sigh.
“Anyway, I’m going out to dinner with a friend later, so you two need to figure out food yourselves.”
“Okay.”
“And clean this room.”
Riki looks around lazily at the disaster surrounding him.
“It is clean, mom.”
His mom stares at him in disbelief. She shakes her head like she’s exhausted with him. Then she turns and walks out. Leaving the door completely open behind her.
“Mom!” Riki calls after her immediately. “Close the door.”
She ignores him completely and keeps walking downstairs.
He drops his head back against the wall with an annoyed groan.
“You see how nobody respects me in this house?”
He rolls his eyes while you crawl closer again, reaching up to grab his face with both hands. You squish his cheeks together dramatically, lips pursed in fake pity.
“Awww,” you say mockingly. “Poor baby. Mommy yelled at you again?”
“Shut up,” he mumbles through squished cheeks.
“This,” he says while pulling your hands away, “is why I smoke. My mom stresses me out.”
“She just told you to clean your room.”
“Exactly.”
“That’s normal.”
“It’s already clean.”
You slowly turn your head to look around the room. Then back at him.
“Is it?”
“Yes.”
The disbelief on your face makes him scoff instantly.
“It is.”
“Riki.”
“What?”
You narrow your eyes at him before suddenly leaning over the side of the bed.
Riki reacts immediately. He grabs your waist trying to pull you back before you can look underneath, but he’s too slow.
You already see everything. The laundry basket tipped completely over, half the clothes spilled out across the floor underneath the bed. Empty water bottles. A pizza box. Random chargers. One sock hanging off something.
And… you slowly reach down with two fingers.
You hold up a pair of grey Calvin Klein boxers delicately like they’re contaminated.
“You’re disgusting.”
He clicks his tongue and snatches them from your fingers fast and throws them back underneath the bed aggressively.
“Stop looking under there.”
You ignore him completely.
Still bent over the side of the bed, you keep inspecting his mess pile while Riki flops back dramatically behind you.
“Leave my room alone.” he says, laughing under his breath.
“There’s enough water bottles under here to survive an apocalypse.”
“I was gonna throw them away.”
“When? Next year?”
He grabs your ankle, trying to drag you back up onto the bed.
“Come here.”
“No, I’m investigating.”
Your eyes catch on something small shoved further back underneath the bed.
You pull it out quietly.
A pair of pink panties. You recognize them instantly because you’ve been wondering where they disappeared to weeks ago.
But instead of saying that, you just stare at them for a second.
Then slowly sit back up onto the bed.
Riki’s still relaxed at first, watching you casually.
Until you look at him.
“Riki,” you say slowly.
“Hm?”
“Are you cheating on me?”
The change in his expression is immediate.
“What?”
You hold up the panties silently, keeping your face completely serious.
Riki stares at them for one second before scoffing.
“Baby, those are yours.”
You don’t answer. Just keep staring at him.
“You literally left those here.”
“No I didn’t.”
“Yes you did.”
“I’ve never seen those in my life.”
He snorts. “Okay.”
“I’m serious.”
“You’re lying.”
You shrug lightly. “Am I?”
Riki still looks entertained at first, completely unconcerned while he reaches for his phone beside him.
“They’re yours y/n.”
“I think I’d remember my own underwear.”
He glances over at you again.
You’re still staring at him with the exact same serious expression. No smile, no laugh.Nothing.
The amusement slowly starts fading from his face. Riki sits up a little straighter now.
“Are you being serious right now?”
You look down at the panties in your hands dramatically before looking back at him.
“I don’t know, Riki. Should I be?”
“Baby,” he says immediately, now fully paying attention. “That is literally yours.”
“But what if it’s not?”
He stares at you for another second, trying to figure out if you’re joking.
Then his phone gets tossed aside completely.
“Baby— what?.” He moves closer fast, hands immediately finding your face. “Why would I cheat on you?”
You bite the inside of your cheek trying not to laugh.
“You think I’d do that?”
You shrug again.
Riki looks genuinely stressed now.
“No, seriously.” His thumbs brush against your cheeks while he searches your face. “I would never do that to you.”
Your expression almost breaks right there.
“I promise you that.” he says softer now.
“Mhm.”
“I’m serious.”
“I know.”
“You’re the only girl that’s ever in my room.”
That one nearly makes you lose it. Especially because he sounds so sincere.
His brows are pulled together now, eyes low and worried while he keeps holding your face close.
“I’d never cheat on you,” he says again quietly. “Don’t look at me like that.”
You can’t hold it anymore.
“Hahaaaaa— gotcha.”
Riki freezes. Then realization slowly washes over his face.
“I knew it.”
You’re laughing so hard now you almost fall sideways off the bed.
“Oh my god, your face—”
“Get out of here with your fuckass pranks.”
“I got you so stressed.” you wheeze. “You got all serious—”
You keep laughing while mocking his voice.
“Baby, I’d never cheat on you.”
“Shut up.”
“You’re the only girl in my room.”
Riki shoves you hard enough to make you flop backward onto the mattress while he falls back beside you dramatically.
“You’re annoying as fuck.”
You’re still laughing.
“You looked so scared.”
“You kept staring at me like you were about to cry.”
You roll on top of him immediately, still grinning while he tries to stay annoyed.
It doesn’t work very well. Especially not when you start kissing his face repeatedly. One on his cheek. Another near his jaw. Then the corner of his mouth.
“Sorry,” you laugh against his skin.
“No you’re not.”
“I’m kinda sorry.”
“Mhm.”
You kiss him again anyway, arms wrapping around his neck. He’s still shaking his head.
“Actually can’t stand you,” he mutters.
But he’s smiling when he says it.
You’re still laughing when you lean down to kiss him again. And again and again.
Riki tries to stay annoyed, but you can literally feel him fighting a smile underneath your mouth every time you kiss the corner of his lips.
“Don’t be mad,” you mumble against his cheek.
You poke his face.
“Riki.”
He grabs your wrist immediately. “Stop poking me.”
“I’ve never seen you that stressed in my life.” you continue, grinning down at him.
“I could tell you were joking.”
“Aww,” you tease again, lightly squishing his face. “Did you?’
“I don’t like you.”
“You do.”
You kiss him again before squishing his cheek one more time.
“Don’t be mad.”
“I’m warning you right now.”
You ignore him completely.
Another poke.
“Baby—”
Another kiss.
“Don’t be—”
Suddenly his hands grab your waist hard.
You barely have time to yelp before he flips you over completely, throwing you onto the mattress with a laugh.
“Riki!”
“There,” he says while climbing over you fast. “Got you.”
You’re still laughing when he pins both your wrists above your head with one hand.
He leans down and bites lightly at your neck with a playful growl that makes you yell immediately.
Riki grins against your skin before suddenly attacking your sides with his free hand.
“You were asking for it.”
You scream instantly.
“RIKI—”
“You thought you were funny?”
“STOP—”
He keeps tickling you, fingers everywhere now while you twist underneath him laughing so hard you can barely breathe. Your legs kick against the bed uselessly while he keeps your wrists pinned easily.
“Talking all that shit,” he says through his own laughter. “Now look at you.”
“STOP—”
“No.”
“PLEASE—”
“Say sorry.”
“I— I DID!”
“Say it properly.”
You can barely get words out between laughing.
He keeps going. Tickling your stomach now, your sides, under your arms, everywhere he knows makes you lose your mind.
You’re literally crying laughing at this point.
“Okay okay— sorry!”
“What was that?”
“Sorry!!”
“Hmm?”
“I’m sorry Riki!”
Finally he stops.Both of you breathing hard now.
Riki looks down at you smugly while still pinning your wrists above your head. Then he leans down and kisses the side of your jaw once before letting go completely.
“That’s what I thought. Good girl.”
You glare at him and immediately kick his leg one last time.
He laughs while rolling off you.
You just lay there dramatically trying to recover, chest rising and falling while your face hurts from laughing.
“Oh my god,” you groan.
“You started it.”
“You almost killed me.”
You stare at the ceiling for another few quiet seconds before your stomach growls loudly.
Riki immediately snorts.
“…I’m hungry.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.”
He stretches lazily before sitting up, hoodie riding up slightly, giving you a peek of the tattoo on his side.
“Get up then.” He says while reaching over to tap your thigh.
You follow him downstairs.
You hop up onto the kitchen counter while Riki starts checking for food. The fridge first.
He stares inside for a few seconds. “Why do we only have ingredients?”
He starts pulling random things out dramatically.
Spinach. Eggs. Sauce. Half a cucumber.
“You could cook.”
“I’m not cooking.”
You roll your eyes.
Next he checks the cabinets. Same problem. Pasta. Rice. Random canned stuff.
“What even is this.”
You laugh softly from the counter while swinging your legs.
Then he opens the freezer.
“Oh wait.”
You sit up slightly.
“What?”
“I found some pizza.”
“Oh my god.”
Riki pulls it outThen flips it over.
His face immediately drops.
“Nevermind.”
“What?”
“This shit expired two years ago?! Jezus Christ, mom.”
You burst out laughing.
“This house has no food and no weed,” he complains dramatically while walking toward the trash. “Unbelievable.”
“You’re so spoiled.”
He opens the trash bin to throw away the pizza. Then freezes.
“…No fucking way.”
You blink at him. “What?”
“Baby.”
The tone of his voice makes you hop off the counter immediately.
“What?”
Riki slowly turns the trash bin toward you.
Your eyes widen instantly.
His stash. All of it. Still sealed up in bags, sitting right there untouched because apparently his mom had just thrown it out without opening anything.
“Oh shit.”
Riki genuinely looks emotional.
“She didn’t throw it out.”
You start laughing immediately while he grabs the bags out of the trash like he’s rescuing lost treasure.
“No way,” he keeps saying in disbelief. “No fucking way.”
Riki suddenly grabs your waist and lifts you right off the floor effortlessly, making you laugh louder while he kisses you hard.
“You don’t understand,” he says against your lips, grinning like an idiot now. “We’re about to have a goood time.”
You’re still smiling when you hop back up onto the kitchen counter, watching Riki reorganize his recovered stash on the counter.
“I want sushi.”
Riki looks over immediately.
“You want sushi?” he repeats, stepping closer until he’s standing between your legs.
“Mhm.”
You hook your ankles loosely behind him while he leans in just enough to kiss you once.
“Then we’re getting sushi.”
“Exactly.”
He pulls his phone out with one hand while the other settles around your lower back automatically, keeping you close against him while he opens a delivery app.
“What rolls do you want?”
You lean forward immediately to watch.
“That one.”
“Ooo wait,” you say, pointing at the screen. “Get California rolls.”
Riki adds it without argument.
“And spicy salmon.”
Tap.
“And those fried ones.”
“The crunchy ones?”
“Yeah.”
Still, he scrolls until you nod.
“Those.”
He adds them too.
One of your hands drifts into his hair while he orders, fingers scratching lightly at the back of his neck. You keep commenting on random things while he adds literally everything you mention without complaint.
“Get gyoza too.”
“Okay.”
“And mochi.”
“You don’t even like mochi that much.”
“Yes I do.”
“You eat like two bites.”
“I like mochi. Riki.” You say, not sure if you’re trying to convince him or yourself.
Riki laughs quietly under his breath and adds it anyway, he glances at the total and finally looks up at you.
“I think we got enough.”
You immediately shake your head.
“No.”
“Baby.”
“We get hungry when we’re high.”
“That’s already enough food for a family of four.”
“And?”
He stares at you for a second.
Then sighs dramatically and adds another roll anyway.
“There. Happy?”
“Very.”
“You use me financially.”
“Correct.”
He snorts softly before finally placing the order.
The second the confirmation screen pops up he tosses his phone onto the counter beside you.
“There,” he says, reaching for the weed beside you, “you ready to get faded or what?”
He dangles one of the little bags of weed in front of you teasingly.
You glance at it, then shake your head.
“Not yet.”
Riki raises an eyebrow. “Why?”
“I don’t want it to wear off before the food gets here.”
That makes him laugh immediately.
You’re still sitting on the counter while he steps even closer between your legs again, his hands settle on either side of your thighs.
“Baby,” he says amused, “you do not gotta worry about that.”
You smile slightly at his tone already.
He leans in closer.
“This shit’s strong,” he murmurs near your lips. “It’ll have you stoned for hours.”
The way he says it makes warmth spread through you instantly.
You smile against his mouth before kissing him softly just for a few seconds. When you pull back, you’re still smiling a little.
“The other one worked pretty fast though.”
Riki chuckles quietly.
“Yeah baby, that was like less than half a blunt.”
“Mhm.”
“And my mom interrupted us halfway through.”
You laugh softly and lightly push his shoulder.
“Stop talking shit about your mom.”
By the time you both end up outside in the backyard, the sky is starting to darken just slightly.
You curl one leg underneath yourself on the gray lounge sofa in the cornerwhile Riki sits beside you, immediately pulling out the recovered stash again.
The second he opens the bag, the smell hits instantly.
“Jeez,” you say, wrinkling your nose slightly.
Riki just nods while breaking it apart between his fingers.
“Told you,” he says proudly. “This the good stuff.”
You eye the weed suspiciously.
“I don’t wanna green out again.”
That makes him laugh under his breath.
“You’re not gonna green out.”
“You said that last time too.”
“And you were fine.”
“I thought my heart stopped.”
Riki grins and reaches over to pat your head.
“You’ll be fine, baby. I promise.”
He ignores that, focused on rolling now.
His rings click softly against the lighter beside him while he works. You watch him carefully pack the joint before sealing it shut.
“Oh, by the way.”
“Mhm?”
“When the food gets here, you gotta open the door.”
You blink. “Why?”
You stare at him for a second.
“Riki.”
He just grins to himself while lighting the tip.
“Don’t worry about it.”
“…Okay?”
You shake your head at him while he hands you the finished joint.
You bring it to your lips automatically, cupping your hand around the end while you light it carefully against the slight evening breeze.
The orange glow flickers against your face for a second.
Riki watches you.
“You look sexy when you do that.”
You smile at him while inhaling. He laughs softly and lights his own.
You take another long hit confidently this time. Immediate mistake.
The smoke hits the back of your throat so harshly you start coughing instantly.
“Fuck—”
“I told you it’s strong.”
You cough harder.
His hand lands on your back, rubbing slowly between your shoulders.
“You good?”
“Mhm,” you manage weakly between coughs.
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
He still keeps rubbing your back though, grinning to himself while you recover.
The joints burn slowly while the conversation drifts lazily from topic to topic. Sometimes one of you talks. Sometimes neither of you does.
Your body starts feeling heavier against the couch cushions while Riki’s eyes get visibly lower every time he looks over at you.
Then the doorbell rings faintly inside the house.
Neither of you reacts.
A few seconds later it rings again. Still nothing.
By the third ring, your eyes widen slightly.
“Oh shit.”
You quickly lean forward to put your joint in the ashtray, but you just kind of drop it sideways carelessly.
Riki immediately hisses under his breath.
“Baby—”
“What?”
“You gotta put it down properly.”
He fixes it quickly before it burns unevenly, muttering to himself while adjusting it.
“Now you gotta relight it later. Wasting my shit.”
By the time you get to the front door, your eyes already feel warm and heavy.
You pull it open.
The delivery guy looks down at his phone first.
Then at you.
Then back at the phone again with visible hesitation.
“Order for…” He squints slightly. “Princess?”
You freeze.
The delivery guy looks awkward now.
“…Is that you?”
“Oh.” You smile awkwardly. “Yup... that’s me.”
He hands over the food while clearly trying not to react.
“Enjoy.”
“Thanks.”
The second you walk back outside, Riki’s smiling so hard he can barely hold it together.
“Order for princess?” you repeat flatly.
That immediately makes him laugh.
“You’re ridiculous.”
He shrugs innocently, still grinning.
“That’s what you are right? Ordering half the menu on my costs.”
“So?”
“So princess behavior.”
You shake your head while sitting back beside him with the food bags.
Riki laughs quietly while watching you unpack everything onto the outdoor table.
Containers everywhere. Soy sauce packets. Mochi. Chopsticks. You arrange everything carefully while he watches you with low amused eyes.
Then he hands your joint back to you.
“Smoke first.”
“I’m hungry.”
“It’ll taste better after.”
You look at him.
“Trust me.”
You sigh.
“Alright. But let me unpack first.”
Riki just leans back against the couch watching you continue organizing all the food until everything’s spread out perfectly across the table.
Only then do you finally put the joint back between your lips.
“Here,” you mumble.
Riki leans in with the lighter, one hand instinctively cupping near your face while he relights it for you.
Then he takes his own joint again.
Time starts getting weird after that. The world feels softer while the backyard lights blur slightly golden against your vision.
Riki’s head is tipped back slightly, eyes red and barely open anymore.
You’re not much better. Every movement feels delayed.
The sushi sitting on the table in front of you somehow looks like the best thing you’ve ever seen in your life.
And when you glance over at Riki, he’s already looking at you. Slow grin spreading across his face.
The second you take the first bite of sushi, your eyes widen dramatically.
“Oh my god.”
Riki’s already chewing on his own food beside you when you point at the tray.
“This tastes fucking amazing.”
Your words come out half muffled because you’re already stuffing another piece into your mouth.
Riki starts laughing immediately.
“You look crazy right now.”
“No seriously,” you say through another bite, “this is like… life changing.”
“Mhm,” he agrees lazily. “Told you.”
The weed is hitting hard now. Everything tastes better.
The soy sauce somehow tastes richer. The crunchy fried rolls are so good they piss you off a little. Even the stupid little ginger slices are suddenly very good.
“This is the best sushi I’ve ever had in my entire life.”
At one point you groan loud while chewing and let your head fall back dramatically against the couch.
Riki loses it.
“You sound like you’re getting fucked.”
“No. This better than getting fucked.”
Riki starts laughing so hard he nearly chokes on rice.
You laugh too immediately even though neither of you even knows what’s funny anymore.
The conversation keeps breaking apart halfway through because both of you get distracted constantly.
Riki reaches for a fried roll.
Misses the soy sauce completely. Still eats it.
You stare at him.
“You didn’t dip it, baby.”
“Huh?”
“You missed.”
He looks down slowly.
“Oh.”
Then both of you start laughing again for absolutely no reason.
At some point you try using chopsticks and completely fail because your movements feel delayed.
“You’re holding them wrong,” Riki says.
“No I’m not.”
“You look like you don’t know what planet you’re on right now.”
Eventually the table is a complete mess and both of you are completely gone.
You fall back dramatically against the couch cushions with a groan.
“I’m so full.”
Riki leans back beside you with heavy eyes.
“Same.”
The backyard feels unreal now.
The sun is setting lower, turning the sky orange and pink while the grass somehow looks very green.
You stare at it for a long moment.
“Why does the grass look like… that?”
Riki turns his head slowly. “Like what?”
“So green.”
He squints at the lawn for a few seconds.
“…Damn.”
“Right?”
“Yeah.”
You nod seriously.
“This is the best weed ever.”
“Mhm.”
“My eyelashes are tingling.”
That makes him laugh quietly.
You keep talking very slowly.
“And the sky is like…” You gesture vaguely upward. “Orange. But like… not normal orange.”
Your thoughts are drifting around faster than your mouth can keep up.
“And the clouds are so…” You trail off completely.
“So what?”
“…Nevermind.”
“You forgot?”
“Mhm.”
“You’re so stoned.”
You look over at him slowly.
“You are too.”
“I can handle it better.” he says immediately.
Riki grins lazily beside you before grabbing his phone and putting music on. The sound plays quietly through the backyard while the sky gets darker by the minute.
The weed makes both of you ridiculously affectionate.
Your hand keeps finding his automatically. Or his hoodie. Or his chain.
You’re halfway in his lap again without even realizing it.
Riki doesn’t seem any better. One arm permanently around your waist now. Fingers tracing patterns against your side. Pulling you closer every few minutes like he forgot you’re already on top of him.
At some point he just starts staring at you.
You notice eventually.
“What?”
“You’re so cute when you’re high.”
“You say that every time.”
“Cause it’s true. You get all slow.”
“You’re slow too.”
“Yeah but I’m still functioning.”
The night settles around you slowly.
The air gets colder. The backyard lights turn on automatically above you. Music still humming softly in the background.
Eventually you both end up laying down across the lounge couch together.
You’re tucked between his long legs with your head resting on his chest, arms folded underneath your chin w.
Riki’s hand moves slowly through your hair.
Everything feels warm and comfortable. Your eyes keep slipping shut.
Riki says something eventually, voice low and sleepy above you.
You don’t answer.
A few seconds pass then he nudges you lightly.
“Hey, I’m talking to you.”
Nothing.
“Princess.”
Riki lifts his head slightly to look down at you properly.
Your mouth is slightly open against his chest, breathing slow and even.
Completely asleep.
He stares for a second before quietly chuckling to himself.
His hand brushes gently through your hair one last time before his eyes close too.
A while later, the back door slides open softly.
Riki’s mom steps inside the dark kitchen first, kicking her shoes off quietly before setting her bag down on the counter.
The house is silent.
She frowns slightly.
“Riki?”
No answer.
“Y/n?”
She glances toward the backyard when she notices the faint music still playing outside. With a small sigh, she walks over and slides the door open further.
You and Riki are completely passed out.
Riki’s sprawled against the couch cushions with his head tilted to the side, one arm still wrapped around your waist in his sleep. His other hand is tangled loosely in your hair like he fell asleep petting it.
And you’re curled against his chest, tucked between his legs comfortably, breathing slow and peaceful.
Both of you look exhausted but very cute together.
For a second she just stands there quietly watching.
“Oh gosh,” she mutters under her breath, her eyes barely tearing up.
It’s kind of thing she’d probably take a picture of if she wasn’t actively trying to stay annoyed at her son.
She’s already about to leave you both alone when her eyes drift toward the table beside the couch.
The ashtray.
Two finished joints resting inside.
Her mouth flattens immediately.
“Oh my god.”
She clicks her tongue softly while looking back at the two of you asleep.
“You two…”
Riki just pulls you slightly closer unconsciously in his sleep.
His mom shakes her head slowly before heading back inside. The kitchen light flicks on and that’s when she notices the counter.
Several bags. Very recognizable bags, filled with weed.
All spread across the kitchen counter exactly where Riki had left them earlier.
She slowly closes her eyes.
“You have got to be kidding me.”
She walks over immediately, picking one up between two fingers with visible disbelief.
“So he went into the trash for it too,” she mutters to herself.
Another annoyed sigh leaves her while she grabs the box of trash bags from underneath the sink.
This time, she empties every single bag out of the packaging directly into the garbage.
No saving it now.
Just straight into old food, napkins, banana peels and whatever else is already sitting in there.
She ties the trash bag shut tightly afterward. Then looks toward the backyard again through the glass door.
Riki sleeping peacefully with you in his arms, completely unaware that his mom is throwing out his beloved weed stash… again.
