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It started off small.
They’d been doing a group live and Jungwon had read out a comment from a fan asking Riki if he can grow his hair out.
”I think it would suit you, Ni-ki.” Jake had said and the others had chimed in their agreement.
Riki had just brushed it off, thinking nothing of it, and told the fan he’d think about it.
But it hadn’t stopped there. His hair soon became a constant topic of conversation in the group—anytime his undercut started to grow out they’d all gush over how good Riki looked, how pretty it made him.
And whenever they had an appointment with the stylists at least one of the hyungs would try to convince Riki to not let them cut it short again and to let it grow out a little.
“You’d look so cute, it’ll be like Dark Blood era all over again.” Heeseung said from where he’d been sitting to get his own hair re-dyed.
“Aw, I wanna see it!” Sunoo agreed, his reflection smiling brightly at Riki in the dressing room mirror.
When the stylist had approached him, scissors in hand, Riki hesitated—just for a moment.
Jungwon noticed and came up behind Riki, laying a gentle hand on his shoulder.
”Just try it, Riki. If you don’t like it you can always cut it.” Jungwon said, a hint of authority slipping into his voice that made Riki sit up a little straighter. “Come on, do it for hyung?”
He was looking down at him with big, imploring eyes and Riki had always struggled not to give in when Jungwon gave him that look.
It was no different this time.
He nodded once and watched as Heeseung sent the stylist and her scissors away.
“It’ll look great, you’ll see.” Jungwon promised before tangling his fingers into the hair at Riki’s nape, pulling on the strands with a little more force than usual.
As soon as Riki’s hair grew into a proper mullet it was like it became the public property of the group. There was always someone's hands in it—whether it was Sunoo absentmindedly twirling the strands whilst they watched a movie on the couch or Jake smoothing down flyaways before they went on stage with more attentiveness than was necessary.
It didn’t seem to matter where they were—like on the car ride back from schedules when Riki had dozed off on Jay’s shoulders and the older boy stroked his hair the whole time till they reached the dorms.
And even in front of the cameras during recordings their hands never strayed far, fluffing up his hair and forming little cat ears with it to the delight of the production staff.
“It’s not fair how soft it still is after all that bleaching, what kind of genetics do you have?” Jake huffed as he ran his hands through it for the umpteenth time in the last ten minutes whilst they waited backstage at a music show.
“It’s called using conditioner, hyung.” Riki shot back, swatting away Jake’s hand but it soon found its way back to his head.
Riki didn’t bother pushing it away again.
At first he’d shied away from their touches, dodging their wandering hands with a grumble but his hyungs were persistent, always pulling him back until he finally relented and let them pet him. If Riki was being honest he enjoyed the increased attention—even if he protested and pretended otherwise—and after a few weeks he’d grown so accustomed to the constant touches that them not playing with his hair in some way started to feel weird.
“It’s almost at the length where you can tie it up into a ponytail.” Heeseung mused, gathering Riki’s hair into his fist in a mock imitation of one.
Riki was sat between his legs on the floor, scrolling through his phone as they waited for the staff to set up the camera for a post-concert live.
“You’d let me braid it for you when it does, right Riki? Oh, please say yes.” Sunoo pleaded, all excited.
“Absolutely not.” Riki scoffed, eyes going back to his phone.
“Why not? You’d look so pretty, Riki-yah.” Heeseung joined in.
He was looking down at Riki with a gentle smile but there was a sharpness to it that made Riki feel a little uneasy. His gaze flitted over to Sunoo who was pouting now, bottom lip jutted out cutely, but his eyes were watching Riki with an intensity that made him squirm.
“Okay fine, I guess.” He found himself saying and then the staff started the live and Riki pushed it to the back of his mind.
When his hair did get long enough for him to have to tie up, the hyungs found a new favorite game to play that consisted of swatting at Riki’s ponytail any time he walked past. Riki would always dodge and curse them out but they’d just laugh and try again the next time he came by.
He didn’t actually mind it so much, especially since it seemed to bring them a lot of amusement, but when the playful swatting turned into tugging, Riki started to feel like things were starting to change.
The hyungs still played it off like it was a joke whenever they’d pull on his hair, grinning cheekily at him, but there was something in their eyes that had Riki pausing.
He always brushed it off, however, because these were his hyungs. He was probably just overthinking things.
Then one day Riki came out of his room to find Jake waltzing into their upstairs dorm, game console in hand, and the two of them shared a knowing look that meant ‘let’s go annoy Jay’.
Jay had been tuning his guitar when Jake and Riki came bustling through the door to disturb his peace. He just gave them an unimpressed look but didn’t bother acknowledging their presence any further before returning to what he was doing.
The two of them threw themselves into Jay’s bed, sprawled out like they owned the place before firing up the game.
Riki had just won three times in a row when Jake dropped the controller, flopping onto his back with a sigh.
“What’s wrong?” Riki asks, poking Jake in the side and making him jolt. “Got tired of losing?”
“No, just tired in general. And stressed. This tour has been fucking brutal.” Jake replied, eyes staring up at the ceiling.
“I promise to let you win the next round, old man.” Riki offers, dangling the controller over Jake’s face but he just shoves it aside.
They sit in silence for a few seconds, the quiet sounds of Jay tuning his guitar filling the space.
“You know, there are other ways to distress.” Jay drawls eventually, eyebrows raised suggestively at him.
Riki scoffs before bumping his shoulder against Jake’s as he returns to the game, ignoring the way he feels his cheeks already heating up at Jake’s shamelessness.
“Come on, I stayed up so late the other night to play that new game with you.” Jake whines, fixing Riki with his best kicked puppy look as he rolls over and grabs the console from him.
It was true. Riki had barged into Jake’s room and dragged him out of bed just so he could play with him and by the time they’d been done the sun had been starting to set.
He can see the dark circles under Jake’s eyes, the purple skin illuminated by the glow of the console screen and he feels guilt tugging at him.
His Jake-hyung had always made time for Riki, no matter how tired or busy he was, this was the least Riki could do for him.
Besides, it wasn’t like this was the first time he’d done this. Their crazy schedules and the constraints of dating as an idol meant that this particular form of stress relief was very popular amongst the members.
Riki tosses the controller down before dropping to his knees on the floor in one fluid motion.
Jake shuffles forward eagerly until he’s sat at the edge of the mattress with Riki kneeling between his legs.
“What the hell? Why are you doing this in my room?!” Jay yells from his desk, looking at the two of them in utter disgust.
“Relax, we’ll be quick.” Jake replies, hastily tugging his sweats down to his thighs.
“That’s not the fucking point!” Jay exclaims but he makes no real move to kick them out, instead reaching for his noise cancelling headphones and slipping them over his head before returning to his guitar.
Riki knew in the back of his head that this was probably not normal or healthy, that their boundaries as a group were pretty messed up, but they’d been kids growing up in a messed up industry with no one to teach them any better.
He focuses his attention back to Jake who was busy pulling his underwear down to join his sweats, freeing his already semi-erect dick.
Riki wastes no time swallowing it down in one go. He knows from experience that Jake likes it when it grows in his mouth and Riki gives it lazy, kitten licks until he feels his cock stiffen and start to stretch out his throat.
Jake was usually a head pusher but this time his fingers wound their way into Riki’s long hair to help guide his movements as Riki hollowed out his cheeks and started sucking him off properly.
When Jake’s starts tugging with more force, pulling at his scalp, Riki whines and tries to move. He’s always been extra sensitive to pain, a fact his hyungs loved to exploit, so he isn’t really surprised when Jake only tightens the grip on his hair to keep him still.
Riki tries glaring at him but his eyes are already blurring with tears from the pain, tears that start spilling down his cheeks when Jake shoves himself even deeper down his throat.
“You have no idea how fucking pretty you look with your hair like this.” Jake groans above him, pushing Riki’s head down even further on his cock until he was gagging around it.
Jake holds him there and Riki forces himself to relax his throat, to breath through his nose but it’s too much and soon he’s choking.
Jake pulls him off with a rough pull on his hair that makes pain light up the back of Riki’s skull. He coughs and splutters for air once Jake slips out of his mouth, strings of drool and precum connecting the head to Riki’s swollen lips.
“Fucking hell, you should see what you look like.” Jake starts, voice rough with need. “Like a fucking girl.”
“Shut up.” Riki spits.
He’s half-pissed and half-incredulous that Jake would even say that and he contemplates elbowing him in the rib for the comment.
He tries to pry Jake’s fingers off his hair but the older boy refuses to budge and keeps his hold as he forcibly twists Riki’s face toward Jay.
“I think your Jay-hyung would agree, wouldn’t he?”
Riki is momentarily distracted from the pain in his scalp when he sees the state Jay is in. He’s long abandoned his guitar, headphones now slung around his neck and right hand buried under the waistband of his sweats.
“I—uhh—I wasn’t—” Jay stutters, throat bobbing and guilty eyes dropping to the floor like they hadn’t just caught him jerking off to them.
“It’s okay, Jay-ah. You can be honest. Doesn’t our Riki look so pretty?” Jake pushes, tightening his hold on Riki’s hair when he tries to look away and making him hiss out between gritted teeth.
“Yes, she does.”
Riki feels something slip in his brain.
Jay doesn’t even seem to realise what he’s said, gaze finally lifting from the floor and settling on Riki.
“She does.” Jake repeats with a grin, finally guiding Riki’s head back down to his cock. “Our pretty little girl.”
This time Riki doesn’t feel outraged or angry, instead the words seem to worm their way deep in his brain and starting turning it into mush.
He lets Jake fuck into his mouth with harsh thrusts, lets him tug on his hair till he can feel every individual pinprick of pain from each strand.
Because Jake is still talking. Breathless, tumbling praises of “good girl”, “pretty thing” and “look how well she takes me, Jay-ah.”
Each line has Riki sinking deeper into whatever hole his mind has slipped into. He finds himself arching his back, fluttering his tear streaked lashes, his moans around Jake’s cock growing higher, softer.
Riki knows he isn’t a girl, doesn’t want to be one either, but Jake’s entire body is trembling from pleasure and he can hear the slick sounds and Jay’s laboured breathing behind him. If playing along can make his hyungs feel this good, then he can do it. He can give them this.
He feels like a ragdoll as Jake uses his throat as his own personal fleshlight, dragging Riki’s mouth back on his cock again and again by the unrelenting grip on his hair.
He pushes in one last time, making Riki take him in till his nose is pressed against his pupic bone before he’s coming down his throat with a strangled cry.
Riki tries to swallow it all down but he’s always been a messy eater so some of the cum inevitably dribbles out past his thick lips and down his chin. Jake rides out his orgasm with shallow little thrusts and when he eventually pulls out, Riki lets out a shaky exhale, throat feeling bruised.
He reaches up to wipe away the slick and cum staining his face when Jake beats him to it, leaning down and connecting their lips in a filthy kiss that’s all tongue. Riki lets Jake do his thing, opening his mouth so that he can taste his own cum on his tongue and swallowing down the needy little groan Jake makes once he does.
They hear a whine coming from behind them and they’d both almost forgotten Jay was still there.
Jake breaks the kiss, breathing heavily as he watches Riki for another second before his eyes light up.
“Why don’t you let Jay come on your tits, Riki?”
“Because I don’t fucking have tits!” Riki scowls, glaring at Jake even though he knew with the way the older boy had left his face a mess he probably looked more pathetic than threatening.
“Sure you do.” Jake pays his words no mind, kneeling behind Riki and pulling down the straps of his vest, letting them pool by his elbows.
He reaches his hands around to the front of Riki’s chest, one hand on each pec and squeezes them together until there is a faux cleavage peeking out from the top of his tank.
“See?” Jake says smugly and Riki looks down at the soft swell of his chest—from this angle it really did look like breasts and the sight made Riki’s mind go all fuzzy again.
“So, what do you say? Are you going to let your Jay-hyung come on your pretty little tits, baby?” Jake murmurs against the shell of his ear, hot breath fanning across his cheek and making Riki shiver.
Riki looks up at where Jay is sitting, guilty blush colouring his cheeks and hand still stuffed in his sweats as he continues to lazily stroke himself. His eyes didn’t meet Riki’s—instead they were glued to Riki’s chest, to his tits, and the unbridled heat simmering in his gaze made Riki lick his lips before nodding shakily.
Soon as Jay saw the movement he staggered up from his desk, stumbling closer until he was looming over where Riki and Jake were still kneeling on the floor.
Riki cranes his neck up so he can keep his eyes focused on Jay’s face, on the dark, hungry look that was directed entirely at Riki—a look he’d never seen on his hyung’s face before. He could hear the sounds of fabric rustling as Jay tugged his sweats down and then the wet slick sounds of him jerking off with rough, uncoordinated tugs of his hand, like was already teetering on the edge just from the sight of Riki alone.
“Push them together more, Jake. Yeah, just—just like that.” Jay’s voice was so thick with arousal it was barely recognizable.
Riki felt Jake’s hands squeezing his pecs harder, pushing the muscle up further past the neckline of his tank till they threatened to spill out past the fabric.
“Fuck, she looks so good.” Jay curses, swatting away one of Jake’s hands and replacing it with his own and kneading the soft flesh in his palms. “Like a doll.”
“Is that right, Riki-yah? Are you hyung’s little doll?” Jake teases, voice uncharacteristically low.
Riki knows he should have protested—he wasn’t a girl, he wasn’t a doll, but it was like his tongue was stuck in his mouth, some invisible force keeping his lips sealed.
Jay yanks Riki’s vest down to free his tits and he whines loudly as soon as he sees them, hand groping them with more force.
“They’re so soft.” He whispers, sounding awed as he digs a nail into one of the dusty brown nipples and drinking in the soft gasp Riki makes.
Jay’s already close to the edge and he pushes Riki back till he falls back against Jake’s chest, giving him better access to his chest.
It only takes a few pumps of his hand before Jay is shooting his load all over Riki’s front, some reaching all the way to his chin and the rest painting his breasts in streaks of white, the cum hot against Riki’s bare skin.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Jay chants, sounding wrecked as he milks every last drop of cum out onto Riki’s tits, eyes so intensely focused it seemed like he was trying to sear the image into his mind forever.
There was a few minutes of silence as Jay gathered himself, the three of them just sitting in what had just happened.
Jake was the first to move, slipping out from behind Riki and gently laying him out on the floor on his back—blonde hair fanning out across the rug. Riki just went with it, mind still feeling like it was stuffed with cotton wool and limbs heavy like lead as Jake grabbed his hands and placed them on his pecs, pushing them together again.
“Hold them there for me, baby.” Jake instructs and Riki finds himself obeying—body no longer feeling like it was in his control anymore as he blinks up at the ceiling with dazed eyes.
“Yes, that’s a good girl.” Jake praises him, using that word again, and it makes Riki whine despite himself.
Then Jake is moving his head down, mouth at his cleavage and tongue sliding into the dip between his tits to lick up Jay’s drying cum.
Riki jerks at the contact but Jake only pushes his tongue in deeper, lapping up at Jay’s release like a man starved and Riki should have pushed his head away because it was disgusting, weird.
And yet Riki felt heat pooling in his guts as Jake latched his mouth around one of his nipples, rough tongue flicking against the nub.
A low moan slipped past his lips and his cock that was still half-hard from sucking him off earlier starts filling out.
Jake moved onto the other nipple, leaving a wet trail of spit in his wake. He wasn’t doing a very good job of cleaning the cum off Riki’s chest, just smearing it around and adding more mess from his saliva. Riki could feel it cooling against his skin and it should’ve grossed him out but instead he arched up into Jake’s mouth when he bit down, rolling the nipple between his teeth.
Riki was rock hard now, leaking into his sweats, and he was so lost in what Jake was doing that he didn’t notice Jay moving until he felt fingers tugging his waistband down and freeing his aching cock.
Jay wrapped one heated hand around his length, moving it in measured, practiced strokes that made Riki’s thighs shake. The two of them worked him together, Jake alternating between kneading the flesh of his breasts and playing with his nipples as Jay sped up his pace.
When Riki started getting louder, making these desperate choked off noises he couldn’t control, Jake’s mouth unlatched from his tits to grin down wickedly at him.
“Be a good girl and come for hyungs, doll.”
Riki’s orgasm hits him like a truck and he lets out a broken whine, fingers scrambling on the carpet for something to hold onto as he comes all over his stomach and Jay’s hand. Neither of the hyungs let up on him, riding Riki through it and only stopping once he’s twitching all over from overstimulation.
He flops down onto the floor, gasping for air like he’s just ran a marathon. He presses his cheek into the carpet, hair plastered to the sweaty skin of his face and covering his eyes that are struggling to stay open.
He knows he must look pathetic. Sweats pulled down to his ankles, tank top twisted around his waist, his bare chest and stomach glistening with cum and spit.
But Riki can’t bring himself to care. He feels like he’s floating somewhere a million miles away. He registers hands on him, cleaning him up and redressing him but it’s like it’s happening through a thick pane of foggy glass. Riki lets the hands haul him up off the floor until he feels the softness of a bed beneath him, crisp sheets against his overheated skin.
The last thing he registers before sleep pulls him under is fingers gently playing with his hair.
—
Riki decides to pretend the encounter with Jay and Jake never happened and with their hectic schedules it’s a surprisingly easy feat.
Except, Jay keeps shooting Riki these looks, not exactly guilt and not exactly want either but enough to make Riki’s guts twist every time. And Jake hasn’t let up on playing with his hair either and every time he tugs on the strands Riki is transported back to being on his knees, to Jake calling him a “good girl” and Riki has to excuse himself before he does something undignified in front of the whole group.
It’s a rare day off when Riki tugs on his favorite tank top only to find that it must’ve shrunk in the wash. It barely reaches his belly button now and stretches skintight across his chest. He rummages around his draw for another top but sees that it's been similarly shrunk. He digs around again only to discover that everything has ended up with the same fate and quickly realises the cleaning ahjummah must have messed up his washing.
He heads to the laundry room to see if he can find anything clean that still fits when he runs into Jake and Jungwon on the way.
“Wow, new look?” Jake whistles, eyes trailing down to Riki’s bare midriff. “Very daring.”
"No, the cleaner shrunk my clothes in the wash." Riki grumbles, blushing as he tries to tug down the hem of the tank once he realises they're both staring at him.
"What? All of them?" Jungwon asks, head tilted innocently.
"Just the stuff I wear around the dorm."
"Oh, that sucks but at least it wasn't your expensive clothes that got ruined." Jungwon says, eyes still glued to where Riki's sweats hang low on his hips. "It looks good on you, though.”
Riki feels his face growing even more red at Jungwon’s words and he quickly returns to searching through the piles of laundry.
“Yeah, plus we can finally see those tattoos you went through all that trouble to get.” Jake chimes in, gesturing to the dark ink crawling up Riki's ribs and the kiss mark just above his V-line.
“You know," Jungwon starts, voice playful. "I think your waist might actually be smaller than Sunoo’s."
At the mention of his name, Sunoo comes bounding over from the living room to join them.
“Hmm, I’m not so sure about that.” He says, arms crossed as he assesses him and Riki feels almost like he's on display as all their eyes focus on him.
"We should measure and then set up a bet!" Jake suggests, wagging his eyebrows at them before going off to gather the rest of the group.
‘Measuring’ turns out to not involve any actual tape measures or numbers but just his hyungs taking turns to wrap their hands around each of their waist.
Riki jolts when the first pair of hands settle on his bare torso from behind, fingers slipping below the hem of his top.
“Cold?” Jungwon asks, the words murmured right against Riki’s ear.
“No—no, it’s fine.” Riki replies, even as he feels a shiver go down his spine from how close Jungwon is pressed up behind him.
“It really is so tiny.” He comments, squeezing his hands tighter around Riki’s waist, fingers digging into the flesh.
The hyungs take turns one by one, switching their hands from Riki to Sunoo to compare. Riki feels like their hands seem to linger a little longer on him, their fingers pressing a little tighter than they do on Sunoo but he decides he's probably just imagining it.
By the time they're done conducting their little experiment, Riki’s waist is covered in faint red marks from where they’d all held him and he can still feel the heat of their touch lingering on his skin.
“Riki wins.” Jungwon declares, squeezing his waist one last time before going off to break up where Jay and Jake are bickering over who won the bet.
Later, Riki manages to find some old t-shirts that still fit him but their words echo in his head and he finds himself pulling on one of the ruined ones instead, trying to ignore the way the noise in his brain seems to quieten when he feels the fabric cling to the dip of his waist.
—
There was never enough time, always another concert, another stage, another comeback scheduled.
Riki had been given a solo stage at an awards show but between recording for their next album and preparing for their tour, he barely had time to rehearse for it.
Thankfully he had Jungwon and the two of them sat on the sofa in Riki’s room to go over the practice video he had recorded of himself.
“I think if you tightened the spin here a little it would look neater.” Jungwon suggests as he rewinds the video and Riki nods, listening intently.
He always respected Jungwon’s opinion, he was objective and fair with his criticism and their leader for a reason.
“What do you think of this sequence here?” Riki asks, replaying a section and pointing at the screen.
“I mean, it looks good to me but like I said I don’t really know how you expect me to evaluate your dancing, Riki.” Jungwon says, a little sheepish.
Riki has been hearing compliments about his dancing since he was a literal infant but it still made him a little bashful whenever it came from his members.
“Thanks, hyung.” Riki mumbles shyly, trying to hide his face behind his long hair.
Jungwon shoots him a soft smile before handing Riki’s phone back and leaning back on the sofa with sigh.
“I’m so glad we have tomorrow off.”
“Are you doing anything?” Riki asks, putting his phone to the side so he can give Jungwon his full attention.
“No, just sleep. I think Jay-hyung is probably going to drag me out to shop for some F1 merch, though.”
“He’s actually obsessed. It’s so cute.” Riki chuckles.
“It is.” Jungwon agrees. “Do you have any plans?”
“Just more pratice.”
“You work too hard, Riki.” Jungwon says, voice slipping into his leader cadence. “You need to rest, too.”
“I’ll rest when I’m dead.” Riki jokes, even though it doesn’t really feel like joke with the way their schedules are set up.
He feels a sharp jab to his ribs and lets out a loud yelp.
“Hyung, what the hell?!” He groans, rubbing at where Jungwon had just shoved his elbow into him.
“No talk of dying in front of me or I’ll poke you again.” The older boy huffed, arms crossed and face pinched in mock anger.
“Sorry, sorry.” Riki laughs, finding Jungwon unbearably cute as usual.
“It’s my job to make sure everyone is getting enough rest so at least have a lie in tomorrow and save practice for the afternoon.”
“Okay, hyung.” Riki nods solemnly.
“You could at least pretend to sound like you’re not lying.” Jungwon deadpans.
Riki has the sense to look apologetic and Jungwon sighs again, exasperated but fond.
“Well, if you’re not going to sleep in tomorrow let me at least help you relax now. You’ve been tense all day.”
“Relax how…?” Riki asks, even though he already has an inkling of what Jungwon is suggesting.
The older boy doesn’t answer with words, instead he sinks further into the couch and spreads his legs in a very obvious invitation.
“Oh, you don’t have to, hyung. I’ve already kept you up late going over the choreo with me.” Riki quickly says, ignoring the way his heart rate quickens in anticipation.
Jungwon just gestures to his lap with a tilt of his head.
“I’ll crush you, hyung.”
“I’m stronger than I look, Riki-yah.” Jungwon scoffs, shooting Riki an unimpressed look and then as if proving his point, he grabs him by the wrist and yanks him forward till he topples gracelessly into Jungwon’s side.
“Okay, okay. I get it.” Riki laughs and climbs carefully into Jungwon’s lap, long legs folded either side of him.
Jungwon reaches up and delicately tucks Riki’s long hair behind his ear.
“I’m glad you didn’t cut it.” He says, fingers travelling to his nape to play with the soft locks there. “Do you like it?”
“Yeah.” Riki hums, leaning into Jungwon’s touch.
“Good because you look so pretty with it.”
Riki feels himself blush at the compliment and he shuts his eyes, too embarrassed to make eye contact.
“Jay-hyung told me what you guys got up with Jake-hyung the other week.” Jungwon says and Riki stiffens, eyes flying open.
“It—it wasn’t like—We didn’t—” He stammers, scrambling for some kind of explanation or excuse for what had happened in that room that night.
“Hey, hey. It’s okay, Riki. I’m not judging.” Jungwon says, fingers rubbing firm circles into the back of his neck in a bid to calm Riki down.
“You’re not?”
“No, the hyungs said they really enjoyed it. You did so well for them.” Jungwon replies, smiling reassuringly at him but there’s a dark edge to it that Riki pretends he doesn’t notice. “Do you think you could do it again?”
“Hyung, I—I don’t know.” Riki admits truthfully, eyes dropping to his lap.
He still hadn’t fully processed yet what the three of them had done, what he’d let be done to him, said to him, and worse, how much he’d enjoyed it.
“Please?” Jungwon pushes, looking up at Riki with big, shiny eyes. “I’d make you feel good, too, Riki. Get rid of all that tension.”
Riki hesitates. Jungwon was always so considerate, always looked out for them even though he had his own shit to deal with and so rarely asked them for anything so how could Riki refuse him now?
“Okay.” He agrees and the way Jungwon beams in response is enough to drive away any lingering doubts Riki has.
Jungwon wastes no time, pulling Riki down by the grip in his hair and kissing him. It’s soft, gentle, and Riki instantly melts into it. He lets Jungwon lead, hands finding purchase on his broad shoulders as he settles his weight fully into his lap.
Jungwon’s own hands travel down to fiddle with the hem of Riki’s cropped top, sliding his hands up underneath the fabric and making Riki arch into the warmth of his palms.
In the end Riki hadn’t bothered replacing all the shrunken clothes, deciding that it would be pointless since he can still wear the shortened versions around the dorm. It was surprisingly comfortable, especially with how warm it sometimes got in the apartment. Plus, the hyungs had been right, it was nice to actually see his tattoos whenever he passed by a mirror or looked down instead of them being covered up all the time.
There was also a part of Riki, locked away somewhere deep in the back of his mind, that liked the way the hyungs’ gaze would linger on the tattoos and the heat in their eyes as they watched him walk past.
He gasps into the kiss when Jungwon’s hands travel higher to cup his pecs, squeezing lightly.
“Jake-hyung was right. They are soft.” Jungwon pulls back to say, and Riki is too busy taking in how pink and shiny Jungwon’s lips look to fully register the words.
Jungwon dives back in for another kiss before Riki's mind can catch up. It’s messier this time, Jungwon’s tongue bullying it’s way past his lips and licking hungrily into Riki’s mouth before he nips at his bottom lip hard enough to sting.
Riki doesn’t pull away from the pain because a second later Jungwon is soothing the bite with a swipe of his tongue like he always does.
Jungwon’s hands move from his chest down his thighs, fingers slipping beneath the hem of Riki’s shorts and moving up until he reaches where Riki’s thighs meet his pelvis, grip tightening.
Riki barely has time to make a sound before he’s being flipped over onto his back on the sofa, landing with a dull thud. Jungwon looms over him, the lightbulb above casting a halo over his dark hair as he gazes down at Riki with a look that makes goosebumps erupt along his arms.
He settles himself between Riki’s open legs as he continues staring down at him and Riki feels like he’s being laid bare under the intensity of his gaze.
“Hyung…?” He asks, desperate to get Jungwon to do something and stop looking at him like that.
“I don’t think ‘hyung’ is quite right anymore, do you?” Jungwon leans down until his face is so close that Riki is going cross-eyed trying to maintain eye contact.
“What do you mean?” Riki asks, swallowing down the saliva gathering in his mouth.
“Why don’t you call me oppa instead?”
You could hear a pin drop in the silence that follows as Riki’s brain shortcircuits.
“No, that’s not—I’m not a—” He stammers, words failing him.
“A girl?” Jungwon finishes for him before tightening the grip he has on Riki’s hips, fingers nails scraping across the bare flesh. “But you could be right? Just for tonight?”
Jungwon’s voice is saccharine sweet, eyes still entirely focused on Riki below him.
“Please, Riki? For me?”
Riki feels his resolve quickly crumbling as the look in Jungwon’s eyes turns pleading, eyebrows drawn up like a sad kitten.
He opens his mouth, voice barely above a whisper,
“Oppa.”
The word sounded ridiculous in Riki’s deep voice but Jungwon’s reaction is instantaneous. He smashes their lips together in a bruising kiss, groaning into Riki’s mouth as he rolling his hips down onto him.
Riki can feel that Jungwon is already semi-erect and his own cock is quickly starting to fill out as Jungwon starts grinding properly.
One of Jungwon’s hands releases its hold on his hips to tangle back into his hair and he yanks Riki’s head back with a harsh tug, breaking the kiss.
Riki lets out a pained moan that dissolves into a needy whine as Jungwon ruts harder against him.
“Open your mouth.” He orders and Riki feels himself obeying instantly, lips parting like he’s a puppet on a string.
He watches as Jungwon gathers saliva in his mouth before spitting it directly into Riki’s waiting mouth.
Riki is too stunned to do anything as he feels it slide down the back of his throat, eyes widening in shock.
“Swallow.” Jungwon instructs, voice coming out clipped and gritted—like he’s forcing himself to stay in control.
Riki does as he’s told, lips clamping shut as he swallows Jungwon’s spit down. The noise Jungwon lets out, high and broken like he’s already close to falling apart, makes Riki’s chest swell with a strange sense of pride.
“Again.” Jungwon says, voice shakier now and pupils blown so wide his eyes look completely black.
Riki complies, lips parting and when Jungwon spits into his mouth this time, Riki swallows it without needing to be told.
“God, you’re such a good girl.” Jungwon moans, burying his face in Riki’s neck as he starts grinding down more frantically, movements growing desperate.
Riki feels the edges of his consciousness start to blur when he hears the word ‘girl’, a small helpless noise escaping him.
Jungwon lets go of Riki’s hair to grab his hips again, lifting them up so their now hard cocks slide against each other even more through the fabric of their shorts.
“Fuck, hyung.” Riki moans, already feeling like he’s getting close himself as Jungwon leans down and starts leaving wet kisses on his throat.
The older boy pulls back to look at Riki again, his cheeks flushed a pretty red and strands of dark hair plastered to his skin.
“Not hyung.” Jungwon reminds him, slowing down to a filthy grind that makes Riki feel every inch of his dick against his.
“S-sorry, oppa.” The honorific comes out easier this time and a part of Riki knows that should concern him but when Jungwon dives back down to abuse the skin of collarbones, leaving behind marks that he will definitely get in trouble for, Riki has no space left to think about anything else.
“Feels—feels good, oppa. Ah-ah-ah, ‘gonna cum.” He moans, thrusting up to meet Jungwon’s rocking hips.
It’s embarrassing how quickly he’s coming undone just from some dry humping and he reaches down to slip a hand beneath his shorts when Jungwon slaps it away.
“I want you to come like this.” He challenges, voice sweet like syrup again. “Do you think you can do that for oppa?”
“Fuck, I can’t—” Riki whines, even as he spreads his thighs wider to get Jungwon closer, chasing the heady friction of their clothed cocks sliding against each other.
He can feel himself leaking into his shorts and Jungwon notices the damp patch on the front and smiles down at him.
“Look at you, so wet already.” He coos, reaching a hand between them to grope Riki’s dick through the fabric. “Go on, doll. Come for me. Let me see how pretty you look.”
It’s all it takes before Riki is shaking apart in his hold, coming in his shorts with a low moan that sounds suspiciously like ‘oppa’.
“There you go, my good girl.” Jungwon praises as he keeps rolling his hips, drawing out Riki’s orgasm and making the mess in his shorts worse as it starts to trickle down his quaking thighs.
When Riki finally sags against him, Jungwon eases his hips back down on the couch before fumbling at his own shorts and tugging them down to his thighs.
He kneels above Riki, fisting his cock in jerky movements as he looks down at where Riki is lying, wrecked. His long hair tangled and sticking to his face, cum leaking through his shorts and shirt riding so high his entire rib tattoo is visible.
Jungwon curses, bracing one hand near Riki’s head as his body curls forwards—hands practically a blur as he jerks himself off at an almost frenzied pace.
His face scrunches up, tongue peeking out and then he’s coming with a loud whine.
Riki feels the hot ropes of cum land on the skin of his abdomen, right over the kiss mark on his womb. Then Jungwon reaches a shaky hand down, pulling back the waistband of Riki’s shorts and pumps out the rest in there to join the mess Riki’s already made of himself.
Jungwon lets go of the waistband with a satisfied groan, letting it snap back in place, and Riki knows he should be disgusted by what he’s just done but instead he feels a blissful contentment wash over him.
Jungwon collapses on top of him, not caring about the sticky wetness between them and presses a gentle kiss to Riki’s jaw.
“You did so well for hyung, Riki-yah.” He murmurs and Riki hums in response, eyes slipping closed.
When Jungwon eventually gets up, Riki feels like he’s floating again, untethered, but before panic sets in Jungwon is back on him, all warm hands and hushed words of comfort.
He cleans Riki up with a practiced efficiency, peeling off his dirtied clothes before herding him into his bed.
Riki is about to reach out for him and tell him not to leave but Jungwon is already sliding under the covers next to him, holding him close.
“Sleep now. Hyung’s here.”
Riki does as he’s told.
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Just like that night with Jake and Jay, Riki desperately wants to pretend that nothing out of the ordinary happened on that couch with Jungwon.
But as much as he wants to deny it, it’s impossible to ignore the way things have shifted now.
Everything is still the same at schedules, Riki is still the cool, playful maknae and the hyungs still baby him like they always do.
It’s when they get back to their dorms that things feel different, when Riki changes out of his oversized hoodie and sweats and into one of the tight t-shirts that barely cover his ribs and a loose pair of shorts.
He sweeps his now shoulder length hair out of his face, tying it up into a ponytail before padding out into the living room.
He feels his hyungs’ eyes land on him and they make space for him to sit in the middle of the sofa.
Riki drops himself down and the moment he does there’s hands on him—one twisting into his ponytail, one curling around his exposed waist, another resting heavy on his bare thigh.
He melts into the touches, letting the white noise of their soft chatter around him and whatever movie is playing on the tv fill his head until there’s no room for him to think about anything but how right it feels to be where he is—under his hyungs’ hands.
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