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Riki breezes into Sunoo’s room like he owns the place, ponytail swishing behind him as he heads straight for the skincare fridge to steal a facepack. 

“I should start charging you.” Sunoo grumbles from where he’s filing his nails at his desk. 

“With the amount of vouchers I’ve given you I’ve practically paid for these myself.” Riki shoots back, ruffling Sunoo’s hair as he goes.

“Wait Riki, I need to ask for a favor.” The older boy stops him before he reaches the door.

“What’s up, hyung?”

“You know how it’s my sister’s graduation next month? I promised I’d do her makeup for her but I need someone to practice on.”

“And you want to practice on me? Not happening.” Riki makes to leave but Sunoo stops him again.

“Please, Riki-yah. I really don’t wanna mess up on such a big day for her.” He pleads, pulling out his best pout that he knows none of them can refuse.

“Why don’t you ask any of the others?” Riki offers, eyes focused on anywhere but Sunoo’s face so he doesn’t fall victim to the pout.

“You and my sister have the same  length hair right now, it just makes more sense for it to be you.” Sunoo continues. “I won’t do anything crazy, I promise. Besides, you owe me for when you dragged me to the beach and covered me in sand. I was cleaning it out of my hair for days!” 

Riki smirks despite himself, remembering the way Sunoo had shrieked as Riki wrestled him into the warm sand. 

Sunoo is still pouting at him, eyes all round and sparkly, and Riki trudges back into the room in defeat, dropping down onto Sunoo’s bed in lieu of an answer.

“Thank you.”

The other boy beams before rummaging through the carefully organized containers of cosmetics on his desk, pulling out what he needs. 

He sets them down next to Riki on the bed and he eyes them warily because everything looks suspiciously more pink and sparkly than what their makeup artists usually used on them. 

“You said you weren’t doing to anything too crazy.” 

“Relax, it won’t look that dramatic once it’s on the skin.” Sunoo reassures, moving to stand between Riki’s legs and sliding his fingers into his hair to tug his head up to face him.

Riki shivers involuntarily at the pressure against his scalp, an almost automatic response now whenever one of them toyed with his hair.  

He lets Sunoo do his thing, eyes slipping closed as the older boy gets to work. Riki relaxes under Sunoo’s gentle fingers, sleep pulling at him like it always does whenever he gets his makeup done. He feels Sunoo sweep something over his eyelids and pat something on his cheeks, his touch careful and measured. He soon finds himself being lulled into sleep by Sunoo’s soft humming and repetitive motions. At some point he feels Sunoo stop and move away but he doesn’t bother opening his eyes and before long Sunoo returns.

There’s a hand on his head, holding it steady, and then Sunoo is brushing through the long strands of his hair. He takes his time, detangling any knots and combing through it till it falls in perfect waves over Riki’s shoulders. He leans into the touch, the scrape of the brush against his scalp satisfying and lets out a quiet, content sigh.

He hears Sunoo giggle but Riki is too relaxed to care. He does pause a little when he feels cold metal being slid into his bangs but then Sunoo goes back to the brushing and Riki shrugs it off.

“All done. Take a look.” Sunoo finally says and Riki slowly peels his eyes open.

It takes him a few seconds to register that Sunoo is holding a mirror out in front of him and even longer for him to recognize that the face staring back at him in the reflection is his own.

His eyes widen and he leans closer, as if that will somehow change the sight before him. His eyes scan from his perfectly filled in brows and the silver shimmer on his eyelids, to the thick coats of mascara coating his lashes and down to the rosy blush dusting the tops of his cheeks before finally settling on his shiny, pink lips that look they’ve doubled in size. 

He wants to curse at Sunoo, he’d promised to keep it simple and this was anything but—he’d even stuck a fucking bow clip into his hair, for god’s sake.

But then Riki tilts his head and the light catches the glitter on his eyes, shadows softening his jaw just so, and he is struck by just how feminine he looks. He’d never really thought of himself as pretty, handsome sure, and sexy definitely, but looking at his reflection right now pretty was all he saw. Delicate, soft.

He notices how the pink of the bow matches the heart embroidered on the front of the pale blue t-shirt he was wearing. The top had been a gift from Jungwon to make up for all those clothes that got ruined in the wash. Riki had accepted it gratefully, like he does everything else his hyungs give him, ignoring the little ‘W’ stitched onto the back label. It’s not like Riki hadn’t worn women’s clothing before, he never cared as long as the item was cool and suited him. The t-shirt fit snug, much tighter than the usual baggy ones Riki preferred, but the material was soft on his skin and something about the way it hugged his chest and waist was comforting.

By the time he’d noticed the little pink heart on the front it was too late, he’d already ripped the tags off. Besides, it would be rude to return a gift from his hyung so he’d kept it and worn it around the house, chest secretly swelling at the way Jungwon’s eyes would light up appreciatively whenever he saw Riki in it.

He finds himself getting caught up in his own reflection and when Sunoo suddenly dashes away, taking the mirror with him, he’s snapped back into reality. Riki watches, a little dazed, as Sunoo rummages frantically through his wardrobe before pulling out a package. 

He rips it open and then holds up what looks like a tiny bundle of denim triumphantly in his hands.

“This is one of the graduation gifts I got for my sister, she’s obsessed with the brand.” Sunoo says, coming back to stand in front of Riki.

He unfurls the fabric in his hands and Riki finds himself face to face with the smallest denim skirt he has ever seen. 

“Why are you showing me this?” He asks, raising one eyebrow at him.

“It would help give me a full picture of the finished look if you’d put it on.”

Riki’s other eyebrow joins the first and they both disappear beneath his bangs. 

“You’re fucking kidding me.”

“It’ll be the last step, I promise, then you can wash it all off. I just want to see what it would look like with the hair and the makeup.”

Riki wants to protest again because he’s not stupid, there’s no way Sunoo’s sister is wearing anything remotely resembling a miniskirt to her graduation. Sunoo is just trying to rile him up but the sleep from earlier is still clinging to him and all he wants right now is just to crawl into bed and knock out for the evening.

“I’ll try it on but you have thirty seconds to get a good look then I’m taking it off.” Riki declares, crossing his arms so he looks extra strict about it, but Sunoo just grins like the cat that got the cream. 

He thrusts the skirt into Riki’s hand before making a sorry attempt at covering his eyes. 

“I promise not to peek.” 

Riki just scoffs before standing up and turning around to pull down his sweats. Changing in front of each other was second nature by now so he’s not fussed at all if Sunoo does take a peek. 

He slides the skirt up over his long legs, the feeling so foreign as the thin strip of material settles over his hips. He zips it up and it fits perfectly around his waist, almost like it was made for him. It’s also criminally short, his red boxers sticking out under the hem, and Riki wonders how Sunoo’s sister is supposed to wear this in public when he remembers it’s probably his own tall height making it look even shorter.

“You can open your eyes now.”

Sunoo makes a show of dropping his hands from his face before letting out a very loud squeal.

“Shh.” Riki panics, afraid the others will hear and come running to see what’s going on.

“Sorry, you just look so gorgeous, oh my god!” Sunoo beams, clapping his hands together in excitement and creating even more commotion.

“Hyung, calm down—” Riki starts but it’s already too late. 

There’s a knock on the door and then Sunghoon comes striding into the room. 

He freezes when he sees Riki, eyes going wide, before his gaze slowly flits over to where Sunoo is still smiling gleefully. Something passes between them, too quick for Riki to understand but enough for him to notice.

Then Sunghoon sidles up behind Sunoo, wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his chin on his shoulder as he gives Riki a pointed once over.

“Did I do a good job, hyung?” Sunoo asks.

“You did, Sunoo-yah.”

Sunoo smiles, leaning back against Sunghoon as he looks up at Riki through his lashes.

The two of them ogle him shamelessly and Riki can feel himself growing hot under their intense gaze. 

The skirt Sunoo had coaxed him into wearing somehow seems even shorter than it had just seconds ago and he tugs down the hem in a futile attempt at some modesty. 

Riki can feel the weight of the makeup on his face—the stickiness of the gloss on his lips, the mascara sitting heavy on his lashes and the clip in his hair itching his scalp.

He wants to bolt, wipe it all off and change back into his sweats but the way his hyungs are looking at him keeps him rooted to the spot.

“As good as it looks,” Sunoo starts, eyes crinkling sweetly as his smile widens. “My sister is probably going to be crying her eyes out at her graduation so if I’m going to be doing her makeup I need to make sure it lasts.”

“Hmm, you’re right.” Sunghoon agrees, eyes slowly trailing down to Riki’s bare thighs under the skirt. “We should test it out.”

“Test it out how?” Riki asks, even though he already has an inkling of where they’re going with this.

Sunoo doesn’t reply, just takes a silent step forward with Sunghoon trailing behind, and shoves Riki with a single push to his chest that sends him toppling backwards onto the bed. 

Riki looks up at where they’re smiling down at him, their faces cast in dark shadows from how they’re blocking out the light, and he feels a shiver run down his spine in anticipation of what’s to come. 

Sunghoon kneels down on the bed and spreads Riki’s legs wider with his knees, the skirt riding up his thighs and exposing his red briefs.

“Should’ve given her one of your panties, Sunoo-yah.” Sunghoon says, disappointment colouring his voice.

“You ripped them all, remember?” Sunoo giggles as he settles behind Riki, pulling him back so his head is leaning against his chest.

“We should buy some new ones, then. Just for her.” Sunghoon murmurs, fingers playing with the hem of Riki’s boxers as he imagines feeling lace under his touch instead of cotton. 

“Fine, we’ll order some later. You can help me choose the prettiest ones.” Sunoo replies and the way they’re talking about him like he isn’t even there, like Riki truly is just a doll to them, is starting to make his brain feel all floaty again. 

“You’re awfully quiet, Riki. What’s going on in that little head of yours?” Sunoo finally addresses him as he leans down to look him in the eye, tone deceptively soft.  

“Nothing, hyung, I just—”

“Ah, ah, ah.” Sunoo cuts him off with a finger to his lips. “Jungwon told us he already taught you the right way to address us.” 

Riki’s eyes go wide, colour rising to his cheeks at the memory of what he’d called Jungwon and the fact that he’d told the others about it made Riki want to disappear forever. 

He can feel their eyes on him, heavy and expectant, and it tugs at that embarrassing part of him that’s always desperate for their approval. 

“Come on, Riki-yah. It’d make us so happy.” Sunghoon coaxes as he glides his hands up the bare skin of Riki’s thighs, touch featherlight and teasing.

“Oppa.” 

Riki hates himself for how quickly he gives in.

“There we go.” Sunoo praises, but there’s an edge of amusement to his voice that makes Riki flush in humilation. 

He doesn’t have time to dwell on it, however, because in the next second Sunghoon is hooking his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and yanking them off in one swift move.

“What the fuck?!” Riki yelps, clamping his legs closed as he feels the cool air hit his bare crotch. 

“Language.” Sunoo chides from behind him. “Sunghoon-hyung was just trying to get you more comfortable.”

He grabs Riki by the chin, tilting his head up and leaning down to connect their lips. Riki melts into the kiss almost instantly. He always loved kissing Sunoo, his lips were so soft and tasted sweet from the flavoured lip balms he liked, and he always kissed Riki tenderly, like he was something precious. 

Sunoo’s fingers tangle in his hair, tugging, not painfully but enough for Riki to feel it in his scalp. Something about the pressure makes him relax, lips parting to let Sunoo lick teasingly into his mouth. His legs fall open again and Sunghoon’s hands instantly settle back on his thighs, keeping them spread. This time Riki doesn’t fight it, even as he feels heat rising on his cheeks from how exposed he is. The skirt barely covers his dick, ass hanging out, and he gasps, tensing up when Sunghoon’s hands move down to grope his butt. 

Sunoo swallows down the sound, pulling a little harder on Riki’s hair, and the reaction is instantaneous, body going lax in their hold once again. He tries to keep up with the kiss but Sunghoon’s wandering hands are distracting, grabbing at his ass and digging into his hips like Riki is clay he’s trying to mold.

“We’re going to treat you so good, okay? You trust us, don’t you?” Sunoo murmurs against Riki’s lips, pulling back to give them a chance to catch their breaths. 

Riki nods but Sunoo grabs him by the jaw, fingers digging in and bringing their faces even closer together. 

“Words, Riki-yah.”

“I trust you.” It’s barely more than a shaky exhale but as soon as it leaves his mouth, Riki is being moved.

He finds himself on his hands and knees with Sunoo kneeling in front of him. He watches as the other boy tugs off his shirt, mesmerised as always by the smooth, milky skin that’s been put on display. Sunoo takes off his sweats and underwear next and then Riki is face to face with his halfhard cock. 

Sunoo strokes himself lazily as he watches Riki with lidded, heavy eyes. 

“You’re so pretty.” He praises, hand steadily working his cock till it’s rockhard, tip already leaking with precum, and Riki feels a dark sense of satisfaction at Sunoo being this aroused just from the sight of him alone. 

He is so distracted by the pretty, breathy sounds coming from Sunoo that he doesn’t notice Sunghoon settling behind until a pair of hands flip his skirt up over his hips, leaving his ass bare.

He jolts in surprise but then Sunoo reaches a hand out and caresses his cheek, baby soft palms against the heated flesh, and digs his thumb into the thick swell of his bottom lip.

“Open up for oppa.” He orders and Riki obeys, mouth parting like its instinct. 

Sunoo doesn’t slide his cock in straight away, instead he slides the head along Riki’s lips, smearing the gloss around until his cheeks and chin are streaked in sticky pink. 

“Just so pretty.” Sunoo breathes, transfixed at the glossy smears that now decorate the tip of his dick. 

He finally slides his cock into Riki’s waiting mouth, stretching those shiny lips till they’re wrapped taut around his length. Riki savours the weight of him on his tongue for a second before relaxing his throat and letting Sunoo all the way in. He’s long since lost his gag reflex and he barely reacts when Sunoo hits the back of his throat, swallowing around him with practiced ease. 

Sunoo sets a gentle pace, fucking into Riki’s mouth with shallow thrusts of his hips, hands fisting strands of his long hair to anchor himself. 

Just as Riki is getting used to it, his thighs are suddenly being spread wider, a hand pushing him down by the small of his back.

“That’s it. Arch for me, doll.” Sunghoon says behind him and Riki does, curving his spine into a perfect bow. He hears the click of a bottle being opened before cool lube is dribbling down the cleft of his ass.

The first touch of Sunghoon’s finger against his rim makes Riki tense up even though this is far from his first time. Sunoo notices and his fingers tighten their grip on his hair, pulling on the strands with more force as he stuffs his dick deeper into Riki’s mouth.

The pain in his scalp and the ache in his jaw momentarily distracts Riki from what Sunghoon is doing and he loosens up enough for the older boy to work his index finger inside. Sunghoon reaches his other hand around to Riki’s crotch, slipping his hand underneath the skirt to jerk him off with slow, teasing pulls that make Riki’s thighs quake. 

By the time Sunghoon slides in a third finger, Sunoo is thrusting into his mouth more roughly, Riki’s throat reduced to a pliant, slick hole that convulses with a wet gluck on his every thrust. 

Riki knows his face looks a mess, drool bubbling in the corners of his mouth and sliding down his chin but he is helpless to stop it—Sunoo not giving him a second to catch his breath and keeping his fuck-swollen lips stretched open till they’ve gone numb. The mascara is clumped to his lashes from tears, black darkening the edges of his vision, and Riki is hit by the sudden fear that he no longer looks as pretty as he did before.

He stares up at Sunoo through his bangs, desperate to see his face, and he lets out a pleased little hum when he finds that Sunoo is still watching him with that same hungry gaze.

He flutters his smudged lashes, inky tears streaking down his reddened cheeks, and digs his knees deeper into the mattress so he can arch his back even further, skirt riding up till its bunched uselessly at his waist, covering absolutely nothing.

“Look at you.” Sunoo whispers, hand gentling its grip on his hair so he can pat his head like Riki is a beloved pet. “A perfect little doll for us.” 

Riki preens under the praise, hips canting back to chase more of the pleasure lighting up his spine as Sunghoon continues fingering him deep and slow, grazing his prostate with every drag of his hand.  

He pulls his fingers out once he’s deemed Riki ready enough, leaving him needy and clenching on nothing. Riki whines around Sunoo’s dick at the loss and Sunghoon drapes himself over his back, chin hooked over his shoulder.

“Shh, pretty thing.” He murmurs, breath tickling Riki’s cheek. “Oppa is going to fuck you soon, I promise. But first make Sunoo come on your tongue, hmm?” 

Riki tries to respond but Sunoo’s cock is still rammed mercilessly in his throat, grinding so deep that Riki has to fight not to gag. He prays they don’t have to do any rerecords for the album because his voice will be shot for at least a week.

He can tell Sunoo is close from the way his moans have turned all high and whiney, so Riki does as he’s told and hollows out his cheeks, sucking him off properly. 

It only takes a few more sloppy thrusts before Sunoo is coming down his throat and Riki swallows it all down greedily, milking him for every last drop until the other boy is whining from the oversensitivity and pushing Riki back with shaky hands. 

He chases after the strings of spit and cum still connecting his lips to Sunoo’s softening dick, tongue lolling out hungrily, until Sunoo shoves him away playfully.

“Enough, Riki-yah. You did well.” 

Sunoo swipes his thumb one last time over the mess around the younger boy’s mouth, wiping away a stray drop of cum that Riki follows with his tongue and licks off. 

“Greedy baby.” Sunoo giggles before flopping back against the pillows, satiated and content.

Riki barely has time to savour the taste of him before he’s being flipped over onto his back, head landing next to Sunoo’s thighs and legs splayed open as Sunghoon settles between them.

“Not fair that our Sunoo is the only one that gets to see that pretty face.” He teases, sitting back on his heels to admire the way Riki is sprawled out beneath him.

He yanks the t-shirt up over Riki’s chest, fabric bunching under his armpits and nipples already peaking and pebbled from arousal as they’re exposed to the cold air of the room.

Sunghoon’s eyes roam over Riki’s chest almost clinically before he nods to himself

“Hmm, Heeseung-hyung was right. Your tits do look bigger.” He says, as if commenting on the weather, and he reaches out to palm Riki’s pecs. 

The younger boy jolts, body already hypersensitive, when Sunghoon starts roughly kneading the supple flesh under his hands. Riki knows that he hasn’t been going to the gym lately so his chest can’t have grown, but he finds himself believing it anyway, his tits feeling suddenly heavier and fuller in Sunghoon’s hands. 

“Maybe we should get you some bras, too.” The older boy murmurs, giving Riki’s boobs one last squeeze before letting go. 

A needy little sound escapes him at the loss of touch and Riki feels mortified when Sunghoon just shushes him in response, like he’s settling a fussy baby. 

He watches as Sunghoon makes quick work of removing his clothes and Riki takes a second to admire the pretty curve of his cock, the head flushed a deep pink. 

He drags it up between Riki’s ass cheeks till it sits against his slick hole but he doesn’t push inside—just keeps it there, a blunt pressure on his rim that’s driving Riki crazier by the second.

“Hyu—oppa, fuck me. Come on, I’ve been good.” Riki pleads, ankles locking around Sunghoon’s lower back to try to urge him to sink inside but the older boy won’t budge.

Instead, he grins down at him, fangs peeking and an amused glint in his eyes that Riki knows means nothing good is coming.

“Hey, Sunoo-yah, did you hear anything?”

Sunoo makes a confused noise, mind still slow in that post-orgasm haze but he catches on soon enough and mirrors Sunghoon’s cheeky grin.

“No, hyung. I didn’t hear anything.” He replies, voice mockingly sweet. “Afterall, dolls aren’t supposed to talk, are they?” 

Riki looks between the two of them and even in his half-dazed state, he clocks onto the game they’re playing. He clamps his mouth shut, trying to wriggle down and impale himself on Sunghoon’s cock by force if words weren’t going to do it. 

“I don’t think dolls are supposed to move either.” Sunghoon tuts, pulling his hips back, and Riki bites back a frustrated groan.

He forces himself to keep still, body going boneless against the sheets, and Sunghoon clicks his tongue in approval. He manoeuvres Riki around, placing his limp arms above his head and tugging the skirt down until it covers his leaking cock, hiding it from view. He smooths down Riki’s hair, tucking the stray strands neatly behind his ears and adjusting the bow clip till it sits perfectly. 

Something about the way Sunghoon is fussing over him like he’s a prized object makes the fog in Riki’s mind grow thicker and he feels himself becoming more and more pliant under the older boy’s careful ministrations.

Once Sunghoon has got Riki exactly how he likes, he reaches for the lube bottle, slicking himself up generously before finally pushing inside.  

Riki tries his best to stay quiet and still, to not ruin the pretty picture Sunghoon has made of him, but he can’t control the soft whine he makes nor the way his thighs tremble as Sunghoon’s cock splits him open.

He bites down on his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood when Sunghoon bottoms out, breath caught in his lungs from the sheer fullness of it.

Sunghoon waits for Riki’s body to adjust, leaning down to connect their lips in a lazy kiss that still tastes of Sunoo.

Sunghoon starts moving, just shallow grinds of his hips, but it’s enough to make Riki swallow down a whimper.

“We said dolls don’t talk, not that they’re silent. Go on, let me hear the pretty noises you can make.” Sunghoon cuts in and as soon as Riki hears the words, it’s like the dam breaks.

He lets out a long, drawn out moan, voice already wrecked from Sunoo’s dick, and Sunghoon takes that as his queue to start fucking Riki properly. 

He drags his hips all the way back till Riki is clenching desperately around the til before slamming back inside. 

Riki fists the sheets for purchase as his body is jostled up the bed, tits bouncing with every thrust, and mouth open around the loud, embarrassing noises he can no longer keep down. 

His dick bobs between them, the friction from the weeping head catching on the rough denim of the skirt in a way that makes his toes curl. 

“Oh, look.” Sunoo coos, pointing down to Riki’s lower belly where it swells ever so slightly with each of Sunghoon’s thrusts. “He’s so deep he’s almost in your womb, Riki-yah.”

Riki looks down and lets out a broken whine at the sight of the faint bulge distending his usually taut stomach, evidence of how thoroughly Sunghoon was rearranging his insides. 

“We have to be careful, though, or oppa might just get you pregnant.”

Sunoo had said the words lightheartedly, giggling, but Riki felt them slip between the crevices of his mind and fracture something.

He looks down again and for a second he doesn’t recognize his own body anymore. He stares, dazed, at his rounded tummy and the skirt still sitting on his hips, covering where his dick is supposed to be. Long, slim legs stick out under the pleated fabric, hairless and smooth where they lay spread wide around Sunghoon’s pistoning hips. 

This body wasn’t his anymore. This was a girl’s body. A girl’s body with a womb.

Riki is gripped by a sudden, crazed fear and he tries to scramble away from Sunghoon except the older boy has an iron grip on his hips, still fucking him with deep strokes that feel like they’re gutting him from the inside.

He makes a broken, helpless noise, tears starting to well up in his eyes, and that’s when Sunghoon finally stops—still buried inside him.

“Hey, hey, Riki. Are you okay?” He cups one of Riki’s cheeks, and the younger boy leans into the touch despite himself.

“Please, don’t come inside, oppa, I don’t want to get pregnant. You have to pull out, please.” 

The words come tumbling out in a frantic rush, voice warbled and thick as the tears spill down his cheeks. He can feel his heart hammering behind his ribcage as images of rounded bellies, ruined careers and angry management flood his mind.

Neither Sunghoon nor Sunoo reply to Riki’s pleas, staring at him in stunned, wide-eyed silence that only makes Riki’s panic escalate.

“I’ll be good, oppa. I’ll listen, I promise. Just—just please don’t get me pregnant.” Riki continues, reaching out for them with desperate, fumbling hands. 

This time, Sunoo finally responds, shuffling closer and gently lifting Riki’s head to cradle it in his lap. 

“Shhh, Riki. It’s okay.” He soothes, voice honeyed as he cards his fingers softly through Riki’s sweaty hair. “You’re a doll, remember? And dolls can’t get pregnant, silly.”

Riki lets the words wash over him because Sunoo was right—Riki was a girl but also a doll, a doll with plastic limbs and plastic skin and a plastic womb.

He feels himself calming down, heart rate slowing as Sunoo continues gently brushing his hair. 

“Now don’t stress your pretty little head anymore and let your Sunghoon-oppa make you feel good, okay?”   

Riki nods, tear stained eyes slipping closed as he surrenders himself to them. 

Sunghoon picks up the pace again, sneaking a hand under Riki’s skirt to jerk him off in time with his thrusts. He feels the pleasure building in his guts and when Sunghoon starts grinding against his prostrate, hand fisting his cock rough like he knows Riki likes, his orgasm feels like it’s being punched out of him. 

He lets out a choked wail, coming all over the skirt and staining the fabric with ropes and ropes of his cum. Somewhere in the back of his mind Riki remembers it was supposed to be a gift for Sunoo’s sister but the thought is quickly buried when Sunghoon keeps fucking him through his orgasm, tipping him into the sweet burn of overstimulation. 

Riki wants to pull away but Sunghoon hasn’t come yet so like the dutiful doll he is, he clenches vice tight around his dick—legs wrapping around his waist to urge Sunghoon even deeper, and it only takes a few more thrusts before he’s coming with a loud groan. 

Riki shivers when he feels Sunghoon’s cum paint his insides, that comforting warmth at being filled. He lets Sunghoon ride it out with shallow thrusts, his cum leaking out between them, before he finally pulls out and flops down on the bed next to him. 

Riki feels all weightless again, mind slipping away somewhere far, but by now he’s gotten used to it. He nuzzles into Sunoo when the older boy pulls him into his arms, inhaling the familiar scent of his vanilla bodywash. 

He faintly registers Sunghoon getting up and then he’s being cleaned up, soiled skirt unzipped and tugged down his legs. Somewhere in the back of his mind he finds the time to be grateful that at least the shirt Jungwon had bought him had been spared the same fate. 

“Did I pass the test?” He rasps once his voice returns to him.

“With flying colors.” Sunoo laughs, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. 

Riki feels a small smile blooming on his face at that and he lets himself drift off to sleep tucked between them. 

—

It’s a few days later when Riki returns to his dorm after a long day of schedules to find a gift bag sat on his bed. 

He eyes it warily, picking it up like it’s a bomb that could detonate in his hands at any second. He peers inside and his jaw drops open in disbelief at what he sees.

He tips the bag over, emptying the contents onto his bed and finds himself face to face with a mountain of panties. Riki surveys the pile with stunned eyes, discovering every kind of underwear possible—from thongs that look like they were made from dental floss to frilly, delicate numbers that make Riki cringe just looking at them. He’s never seen so much lace and satin in his life and he quickly shoves them all back into the bag. It’s then that he notices the gift tag and he flips it over to read it. 

can’t wait to see you in them, doll

            — s&s

Riki feels his cheeks heat up and he grabs the bag and stuffs it into the deepest, darkest corner of his closet. 

He doesn’t think about it for the next week, deciding to ignore the existence of it all together. He still dresses in his now familiar uniform of little tank tops and shorts, hair tied up in a pony tail that grows longer by the day, but he notices how his hyung’s eyes seem to always linger on the waistband of his shorts now, like they’re searching for something. 

It’s at breakfast a few days later that Sunoo finally comments on it. 

“Riki, do you not like the present me and Sunghoon-hyung bought? We really spent a lot of time making sure we got the best for you.” Sunoo pouts, leaning over the dining table with an exaggerated sigh.

“Oh, I didn’t know hyungs got you a gift.” Jungwon chimes in, head resting in his palm as he looks Riki directly in the eyes. “You know, you’re really lucky. Sunghoon-hyung hasn’t bought me anything in years.” 

“It’s rude to turn down a gift, Riki-yah. Especially when your hyungs put so much effort into it.” Heeseung scolds, shooting him a disappointed look that settles under Riki’s skin. 

He tries not to squirm under the attention, scarfing down his food as quickly as he can just so he can get away from their scrutiny. 

Guilt gnaws at him during schedules the whole day. Sunghoon and Sunoo had put a lot of thought into the gift—Riki had noticed the brands of the underwear and it was all ones that Riki loved—so the least he could do was try them on. 

When he gets back home and finishes showering and washing up, he takes the bag out from the back of the closet. He digs through it and picks the least offensive looking one—a plain black satin pair.

Riki never thought in a million years that he would be here, pulling a pair of panties up his legs. But he’d done many things over the past month he’d never imagined he would, crossed lines he hadn’t even known existed before this, so what was one more? 

The panties fit almost suspiciously well, hugging his ass and cupping his crotch with surprising comfort. 

He looks at his reflection in the mirror and he feels his pulse quicken at how much he likes the sight. He can’t help but admire the way the fabric cuts at his hips, making them look wider and his waist smaller. Even his ass looks perkier in them. 

He shakes his head, ignoring the furious blush rising on his cheeks, and quickly pulls his sweatpants on over the panties. He keeps them slung low on his hips, the satin of the underwear clearly peeking out over the top of the waistband. 

When he joins the rest of the hyungs in the living room, every single pair of eyes settle on that little strip of fabric with open approval. 

Sunoo beams, eyes like crescents, and he ushers Riki to come sit next to him on the sofa. 

“Do they fit okay?” He asks as he snuggles himself into Riki’s side.

“Yeah, they fit fine.”

“I’m so glad.” Sunoo hums, laying his head on Riki’s shoulder as Jungwon starts playing a movie. 

Soon as the film starts, Sunoo’s hand wanders over to Riki’s waistband, fingers possessively running across the silky fabric the whole time.

—

It’s amazing how quickly the mind adapts to new norms. Just a few months ago Riki would’ve balked at the idea of even letting his undercut grow out and now his hair was well past his shoulders. He looks over at his wardrobe, stuffed with his baggy hoodies and sweats, all black and muted colours and now gathering dust from weeks of not wearing them. He opens up the bottom drawer instead and is greeted by pastels and soft fabrics, a complete contrast to everything else he owned but where before the sight would’ve made him cringe, he now feels a little thrill run down his spine as he picks out today’s outfit. 

He goes for a beige baby tee and matching shorts—he’d worn the set before when Jake had offered to help him study English and the older boy hadn’t taken his eyes off Riki the entire time. In the end very little actual studying ended up happening and Riki had left Jake’s room that night with carpet burns on his knees.

Underneath the shorts, Riki opts for a pair of white lace panties, simple but pretty. He tries to not think too much about how much more comfortable they feel as he slips them on compared to the boxers he’d been wearing earlier at schedules. 

He reminds himself he was only doing it for his hyungs—Heeseung has been tirelessly working on his mixtape and Riki doesn’t even remember the last time they’d spent any time together. Tonight, he had promised the two of them could hang out and Riki just wanted to make sure he looked good for their hardworking eldest. 

He doesn’t bother tying his hair up, leaving it down, because he’d noticed how Heeseung’s eyes lingered a little longer on him whenever he had it loose.

When Riki gets to Heeseung’s room, he’s already got the game loaded and he tosses Riki a controller, barely reacting to Riki’s appearance beyond a single, slow once-over with his eyes. 

They’d all gotten used to it by now. 

Riki flops down on the bed next to him and they play a few rounds before Heeseung suddenly pauses the game.

“I got you something, Riki-yah.” He says, reaching over to retrieve a package from under his bed. “Couldn’t let my dongsaengs outdo me.”

He pushes it into Riki’s hand with a sheepish smile, big eyes rounded, and despite Riki’s justified wariness—‘gifts’ from his hyungs had taken on a new meaning now—he accepts it with a grateful nod. 

He carefully opens up the package and just stares down at its contents for a few seconds.

“Hyung, what the fuck? Is this a—” Riki can’t even get the word out as he holds up a fucking maid costume in his hands.

“You don’t like it?” Heeseung replies, head bowed a little like he’s feeling dejected. 

“Where did you even get it?” Riki asks, trying to ignore the fact that this is what he’s asking instead of setting fire to the thing and pretending this never happened.

Heeseung places a hand on Riki’s shoulder and squeezes gently, eyes all sad. 

“It’s okay if you don’t want it, Riki-yah. I just saw the others buying you pretty things and wanted to treat you, too.”

Riki feels that awful guilt start clawing at his chest again and he swallows down the lump that’s been forming in his throat ever since he saw the costume. 

“No, I want it.” He quickly says, eager to get rid of the disappointed upturn of Heeseung’s browse. “It’s just—will it even fit?”

Riki holds the tiny thing up to the light and wonders if it’s child sized with how small it appears.

“It will, trust me. You’re not as big as you think you are under all those baggy clothes.” Heeseung says and Riki feels the knot in his belly loosen when the smile comes back on the older boy’s face. 

“Why don’t you go see if it does?”

Before Riki can reply, Heeseung is already up and ushering him towards the bathroom. It’s not until the door shuts behind him that Riki realises the full gravity of the situation. He stares down at the black and white monstrosity he’s holding and almost bursts into incredulous laughter.

Then he remembers Heeseung’s words and his big, sad eyes and sighs in resignation.

He deliberately faces away from the mirror as he strips off his clothes, afraid that seeing his reflection will crumble the little resolve he’s built up. He keeps the lace panties on, glad that they will at least match before realising the absurdity of him wondering if his fucking panties would match his maid costume.

He doesn’t know whether to be thankful or disappointed when the dress zips up neatly, the top of it hugging Riki’s waist and chest perfectly, if a little tight. He can feel his pecs being squished but it only adds to the illusion by giving him a cleavage. 

The skirt of the dress, however, is even worse than the one Sunoo had made him wear—the layers of tulle barely covering his ass and his panties peeking every time he moved. 

Riki regrets every decision that has lead him here as he awkwardly shuffles back into the room, one hand keeping a death grip on the front of the dress to keep it tugged down over his crotch. 

Heeseung is sitting on the edge of the bed and his eyes widen when he spots Riki, gaze raking up and down his body in undisguised lust. 

Riki blushes, trying to pull the skirt further down his thighs but only succeeding in dragging the top of it down instead, one breast slipping free over the neckline.

He yelps before shoving it back inside, ignoring Heeseung’s bark of laughter. 

“See? I told you it would fit” Heeseung grins, all teeth. “But you forgot one thing.”

He tosses something at Riki that he catches and when he looks down he sees a frilly lace headband. He’s already come this far so the flush on his face only gets the tinsiest bit deeper as he puts the headband on the top of his head.

“There. Perfect.” Heeseung claps in applause. 

Riki finally risks a glance into the mirror on Heeseung’s desk and his breath hitches when he sees himself. He looks like something from a cheap porno, the innocent maid about to be ravished by her master, and he feels his dick stir as lewd images flood his mind. 

He forces himself to look away but regrets it immediately when finds that Heeseung is shamelessly palming himself, cock already hard and straining through the fabric of his sweats.  

“Fuck, you look insane.” He groans and Riki doesn’t know what to do with himself, standing there awkwardly as Heeseung continues to ogle him. 

“Could you pass me my phone on the desk, Riki-yah?” The older boy suddenly asks and Riki jumps up to obey, eager for something to do with his hands. 

He leans over the desk, eyes scanning over the various items littered across it in search of Heeseung’s phone. He can’t seem to see it and he bends over further, looking under the music sheets scattered on the desk, when he feels a weight settle behind him.

“I should have got you some matching stockings.” Heeseung murmurs into the nape of his neck, his hands grabbing Riki by the hips and keeping him bent over the desk. 

Riki shivers as Heeseung presses closer, chest draping across Riki’s back so he can whisper into his ear,

“Did you clean up like Jungwonnie taught you?” 

Riki blushes again as the memory of that mortifying conversation he’d had the other week comes back to him—Jungwon gently telling Riki about how to douche with the same casual tone he used when he was informing them of a change in their schedule.

“Yes.” He chokes out, the embarrassment clear in his voice.

“Good girl.” Heeseung praises before slipping his hands beneath Riki’s dress and sliding his panties to the side to expose his hole.

He gasps when Heeseung pulls back and spits right onto the puckered entrance, thumb smearing the wetness around before pressing just the tip of the digit inside. He drops to he knees, face centimetres from Riki’s ass.

“Such a pretty little pussy.” The older boy coos, hot breath fanning across where Riki is clenching around his thumb. “Hyung is going to eat you out now.”

Riki shudders at the word “pussy” but he doesn’t even bother fighting it because he can feel the frills of the skirt brushing against his hips, can feel the headband digging into his scalp, and the way his tits are almost spilling out of the too tight top of the costume, lace trim tickling his sensitive nipples. 

Riki feels every inch a girl so he arches his back, spreads his legs wider, and lets his hyung bury his face in his cunt. 

Heeseung licks a broad, filthy stripe from Riki’s taint to his hole. He feels his knees almost give out and he has to grip the edge of Heeseung’s desk to stop himself from crumpling to the floor. 

Heeseung pays Riki’s knocking knees no mind, grabbing firmly onto his ass cheeks and spreading him open so he can push the tip of his tongue past the tight ring of muscle. 

Riki moans at the stretch, hips pushing back against Heeseung’s face to get him deeper inside. 

The older boy starts eating him out like a man starved—wet, nasty sounds filling the room. Riki can feel trails of saliva dripping down his inner thighs but he doesn’t care, rocking back needily onto Heeseung’s exploring tongue.

“You taste so good, doll.” Heeseung pulls back to say before slipping a finger inside alongside his tongue and curling it so it scrapes against Riki’s prostate. 

Riki whimpers, cock hard and precum already beading at the head. Heeseung spits onto his hole again, the noise loud and obscene, and works in a second finger. The stretch burns with no lube easing the way but Riki arches into it anyway, the pain only making his dick leak even more in his panties. 

Heeseung proceeds to fuck him with his tongue and fingers until Riki is shaking against the desk, whining brokenly with every brush of Heeseung’s fingers against that spot inside that made him see stars.

Just as Riki is close to coming, Heeseung pulls his fingers out and stands up, leaving Riki to almost topple the floor. 

He grabs him around the waist at the last second and walks them both to the bed, Riki stumbling like a newborn fawn on legs that feel like jelly.

“I don’t think it’s fair that I’m doing all the work, especially since you’re the one dressed like that.” Heeseung teases once they fall into bed together. 

He sits back against the headboard and pulls Riki to straddle his lap, the skirts of the dress pooling around them as he sits up on his knees. 

Riki gets the hint and pulls Heeseung’s sweatpants off for him, mouth watering when he sees the thick cock hanging heavy between his legs.

“Hyu—” Riki starts, before remembering himself and instead asking, “What do you want me to call you?”

Riki was praying Heeseung wouldn’t add to the already humiliating ordeal by making him call him ‘oppa’ like the others had and he feels hopeful when Heeseung tucks a strand of hair behind his ears and looks at him with gentle eyes.

“I don’t mind what you call me, doll. ‘Hyung’ is fine if that’s what you want.” Heeseung says and Riki sighs in relief. 

He reaches over into the bedside table drawer and retrieves the bottle of lube he knows from previous experience is there.

He slicks up Heeseung’s cock, stroking him with practiced flicks of his wrist and drinking in the older boy’s breathy moans. 

Riki gathers the skirts of the dress up into his arms and just as he’s about to sink down onto Heeseung’s cock, the older boy speaks up.

“Can’t wait to get inside that tight cunt.” 

Riki freezes at the mention of cunt, those scary thoughts that had plagued his mind that time with Sunghoon and Sunoo resurfacing. He reaches over into the drawer again, scrambling around frantically and sighing when he can’t find what he needs. 

“Riki, what are you looking for?” Heeseung asks, confused.

“A condom, hyung. Don’t you have one?” He asks, eyes wide in desperation. 

“Did you ask Sunghoon to use a condom last time?” 

The question makes Riki pause and he turns to look at Heeseung with guilty eyes. 

“No.”

“But you want me to wear one?”

Heeseung's tone is innocent enough but Riki can sense the accusation behind it and he chews at his bottom lip in consternation. 

Despite Heeseung making him put on the ridiculous costume, he had let Riki get away with not having to call him something embarrassing so he decides he can at least give him this. 

“…no.” He finally answers, shovinf the drawer closed. 

“That’s my girl.” Heeseung smiles proudly, pressing a quick kiss to Riki’s lips and the younger boy ignores the way he melts inside at the praise. 

He guides Riki down onto his dick slow and careful, like he’s something fragile, and Riki gives into it—body opening up for him so sweetly.

Once he’s fully seated in Heeseung’s lap he gives himself a few seconds to adjust, letting the older boy’s soothing hands on his hips work away the last bits of tension left over. 

The first few rolls of his hips are tentative, testing, but soon Riki is rocking into his lap with more confidence. He sets a slow, almost lazy pace, Heeseung’s hand on the small of his back helping to guide his rhythm. 

He throws his head back on a moan when Heeseung starts thrusting up to meet him, dick hitting all the right places inside him. 

“You feeling good, baby?” Heeseung murmurs and Riki’s only response is a frantic nod, tears gathering in his eyes from the pleasure as he fucks himself harder on the older boy’s cock. 

Heeseung chuckles lowly, hand sneaking behind Riki’s back to unzip the dress with deft fingers. He yanks it down till Riki’s chest is exposed, nipples now level with his face, and takes one of the puffy buds into his mouth. 

Riki arches into it, hissing when Heeseung bites down and rolls the nipple between his teeth. His rhythm falters but Heeseung’s other hand goes back to his hips and takes over, thrusting up into him so hard he almost falls off his lap. 

He pulls his mouth off Riki’s breast with a wet pop, nipple now red and spit-slick, before moving onto the other tit and laving it with the same attention. 

Riki is soon trembling in his lap, cock still trapped in its lacy confines, and he already feels close to coming. 

Heeseung senses it and he pulls Riki down further, spearing him on his dick so deep he can almost feel him in his stomach. 

Every delicious drag of Heeseung’s cock inside brings Riki closer to the edge and when the older boy slips a hand beneath the dress and starts palming him through the panties, he finally shatters apart. 

He curls forwards, head dropping into the crook of Heeseung’s neck, his sobs muffled into the skin as he comes in his panties. The cum leaks out through the delicate lace, making a mess of his inner thighs, but he keeps rocking in Heeseung’s lap as he rides it out.

He’s not even caught his breath yet when Heeseung tips him backwards and flips him over onto his stomach. 

He nudges Riki’s thighs apart with his knees, admiring where his hole is gaping and clenching around nothing like it’s still begging to be filled. Heeseung answers its call by sinking back inside in one go. He fucks Riki like they’ve only just started, pistoning into him with sharp snaps of his hips that make Riki howl into the sheets.

His face is pressed into the mattress, tears and drool smeared into the fabric, his body too spent to do anything but lay there and take it. 

Heeseung’s stamina was well known by now but no matter how many times they did this, Riki always struggled through this part. 

He feels like he’s a wire that’s been stripped bare, oversensitive, every drag of Heeseung’s cock making him shudder. 

The older boy is undeterred by Riki’s plight, holding him down by the hips and continuing to split him open on his cock. 

“Fuck, how are you still so tight? It’s like your pussy was made for this.” He growls above him. “Gonna fill you up, gonna breed this little cunt full.”

Riki whines in response, head thrashing side to side in protest but he struggles to form a coherent sentence—brain feeling as scrambled as his guts. 

“No, please, hyung—” He slurs, turning his face so he can look at Heeseung with pleading, teary eyes.

“Why not? You’d look so cute all round with my baby.” Heeseung continues, fucking Riki even deeper like he really is trying to put a baby in him.

“But—but the comeback, my career—” Riki stutters even as his spent cock starts stirring back to life where it’s trapped between his stomach and the sheets. 

“Don’t you stress about that, baby. Your hyungs will take good care of you.”

Riki wants to argue but Heeseung is hitting that bundle of nerves on every thrust now and the overstimulation is teetering back into pleasure.

Riki starts pushing back against Heeseung and the older boy grins, smug and triumphant.

“You’re gonna come again, aren’t you, doll?” 

Riki responds with a shaky whimper but it’s not enough for Heeseung and he grabs him by the hair, yanking his head up harshly.

Riki hisses at the pain in his scalp, letting out a broken sob as Heeseung tugs even harder until the younger boy has to arch his back at an almost painful angle. 

“Use your words, Riki-yah.” Heeseung orders, still fucking into Riki’s abused hole like he’s punishing him. “Tell me how much this greedy pussy wants to be filled with my cum.” 

“Hnng—” Riki gurgles, eyes rolling into the back of his head as Heeseung starts stroking his dick again over the soaked panties. 

Heeseung lets go of Riki’s hair, giving up on getting anything intelligible out of Riki’s mouth, and his whole upper body flops forward like a puppet with its strings cut.  

Riki can feel his second orgasm building and suddenly everything is too much, even the fabric of the dress making his skin feel like it’s on fire.

His climax crawls up on him slow but blinding, a sweet burn that makes colours light up behind his eyelids. He cock spurts out a pathetically thin dribble of cum, adding to mess already ruining his underwear and leaking onto his dress.

“Such a good girl.” Heeseung praises, not letting up his relentless pace and it’s a merciful few thrusts before he shoves his cock in as deep as he can and comes inside Riki with a choked off moan.

Heeseung has barely just pulled out of him—a trail of cum splattering onto the sheets in the wake of his softening cock—before Riki is scrambling to sit up. 

He hikes the skirts of the maid costume up over his hips, spreading his thighs as wide as they can go, before shoving two of his fingers into his messy hole. His mind is still stuck in that dazed, fucked-out state as he fingers out Heeseung’s release with clumsy, desperate movements.  

“Riki, baby, calm down.” Heeseung tries to stop him with a gentle hand on his wrist but Riki shoves him off and curls his fingers deeper inside, scooping out as much cum as he can.

“Please, hyung, I can’t get pregnant. I told you to use a condom but you wouldn’t listen. I have to get it out.”

The words come out frantic and slurred, syllables thick around his tongue and throat burning as more tears start to blur his vision. 

He keeps going until the sheets are soaked, Heeseung’s cum pooling beneath him and sticking to his skin in tacky strings that make him look as dirty and ruined as he feels.   

Once he’s satisfied, his body sags in exhaustion and he finally lets Heeseung wrap his arms around him and pull him into an embrace. 

It takes Riki a long time to come back down this time and Heeseung doesn’t even attempt to clean him up—just holds Riki, tight and steady, for as long as the younger boy needs.

—

Over the next few weeks the gift giving becomes like a competition between the hyungs, each one trying to out do the other. 

Jay buys him perfumes with names Riki can’t even begin to pronounce and that make him moan out loud from just how good they smell. Sunoo and Sunghoon keep gifting him clothes, although Riki wouldn’t really consider silk chemises and lingerie so skimpy he blushed whenever he looked at them as ‘clothes’.

It’s Jake that buys him his first plug. 

He presents it to Riki with a flourish after he’s just finished railing the younger boy into the mattress. 

Riki is still so out of it that it takes him a few seconds to register what he’s looking at and when he does he balks. The plug itself is fairly inconspicuous, sleek and black with a familiar silver cross logo emblazoned on the base. 

“How the fuck did you even get that?” He asks in bewilderment but Jake just laughs and puts a finger to his lips, like it’s a secret.

And then before Riki can react, he kneels in between his splayed legs and starts carefully working the plug into his still gaping and leaking hole.  

Riki hates how good it feels once the toy sits snug inside, Jake’s cum all securely plugged up. There’s a rush of  content warmth in his chest, especially when Jake playfully smacks the base of the plug with a pleased, possessive growl.

The plug really changes the game.

Jake buys him another one, smaller and slimmer, and asks Riki if he can wear it around the dorms. He refuses at first but they’ve learned how to play him by now and a few well-aimed pouts and puppy eyes later, Riki is bending over the sink, his lube wet fingers sliding the plug into place. 

Walking with the toy in takes some getting used to but just like with the long hair and the outfits and the panties, it soon just becomes part of his new daily routine.

The plug also means that he’s now always open and wet, ready for use, and the hyungs quickly start taking advantage of the fact. 

Like when Riki had been helping Jay prep dinner and found himself bent over the kitchen counter, shorts and panties yanked down before Jay pulled the plug out and fucked into him, hard and fast, sending the vegetables Riki had spent precious time chopping clattering to the floor.

Jungwon had always been one of the most competitive in the group so Riki isn’t surprised that he would be the one to take things even further.

He comes to Riki’s room one day after schedules, holding an innocuous box that he thrusts into the younger boy’s hands—his dimpled smile turned to full power. 

Riki had been laying on his bed, scrolling through his phone, and he sits up to open the box, mouth gaping in shock at its content.

Inside was a necklace, the same pearl one that Riki had been coveting for months. 

“Hyung, I can’t take this. It’s too expensive.” He says, trying to shove it back into Jungwon's hands but the older boy shakes his head. 

“What else would I be spending my money on?” Jungwon says sweetly, plucking the necklace out of the box. “Let’s see it on.”

Riki gathers up the hair at his nape so Jungwon can slip the necklace around his neck, clasping it closed.

“Suits you.” The older boy murmurs, running a finger over the delicate jewellery before closing his first around the pearl chain. 

He tugs it forwards and Riki goes with it, confused and afraid the thing will snap in Jungwon’s hands as the older boy keeps pulling on it with more force.

“Kneel.” Jungwon instructs, fingers still clutching the necklace and using it to guide Riki down off the bed to the floor like it’s a leash. 

He winds his fingers around the chain, wordlessly pulling Riki close until his face is just centimetres from his crotch.

It ends up being the most stressful blowjob of Riki’s life, Jungwon keeping his grip on that insanely expensive necklace the entire time, forcing Riki to gag so deep on his cock he feels it for days afterwards.  

—

Over time Riki starts cataloguing what his hyungs’ likes and preferences are, just to make things a little easier for himself. 

He learns that Sunghoon likes him to be as still and quiet as possible, like he’s an actual doll, whereas Jake is the complete opposite, wanting to draw as many embarrassing sounds out of Riki’s mouth as possible. Jay seems to enjoy it most when Riki is really fucked out, babbling nonsense like a toddler, and he makes him suckle and drool on his fingers, calling him his ‘baby’ the whole time.

He also learns that Sunoo likes it when Riki cockwarms him with his throat whilst he’s doing his nightly skincare routine, lipgloss smudged all over his swollen lips. Heeseung always seems to have some new costume for him to cosplay in and Riki has gotten used to playing a different character every time he’s in his bed. 

Jungwon is a wild card and Riki has given up trying to predict what is going to happen once that bedroom door clicks shut. Last time, Jungwon had stolen a plastic fly swatter from the set of a variety show and proceeded to spank Riki’s inner thighs with it until he’d sobbed and begged for mercy. He hadn’t been able to dance properly for days afterwards. 

They didn’t always use him to get off, however, sometimes they just toyed with him as if he was their plaything. Like when he’d been rough housing with Jake on the sofa, the rest of the hyungs coming to join them as they all sat down to watch their weekly drama together. 

Somehow Riki’s legs had ended up spread wide, a blanket thrown over his lap to hide where Jake had slipped his hand under his shorts, pulling his panties to the side, and stuffing three of his fingers inside where the plug had been just seconds earlier.

Riki had bitten down on his own knuckles, face hidden behind his sleeves to keep from making any noise as he was finger-fucked just a few feet away from the rest of the group. 

Jake had barely even acknowledged him, attention focused on the TV, and only pressed a quick kiss to his temple after he’d made Riki come in his underwear. He’d wiped his slick fingers clean on the younger boy’s shorts before turning to casually ask Sunoo a question as if he hadn’t just reduced Riki to a sticky, trembling mess on their sofa whilst everyone had pretended not to notice. 

After that day, they stop pretending and the little bit of dignity and privacy they used to give Riki by keeping their activities contained to the bedrooms flies out of the window. Soon it becomes such a common occurrence for one of them to come back from schedules and find Riki being bent over the sofa that they barely bat an eye at the sight. 

On the flipside, Riki discovers that he too can play the game. He starts keeping hair ties and extra shiny lipgloss in his bag, just in case he needs to get out of something.

They all caved so easily for him now.  

Fluttering his lashes and pitching his voice an octave higher was enough to secure him the first shower once they get back to the dorms and a quick flash of his g-string under his shorts at dinner ensured his plate was kept stacked with meat. 

A part of Riki knows he should be concerned about how easily he has accepted this new role for himself but nothing in his life has been normal since he was fourteen. He brushes it aside like everything else he doesn’t have the time nor energy to address properly and just gets on with it. Besides, he was doing this for his hyungs, the people he loved the most in the whole world besides his own family. They’d always looked after Riki, tried their best to give him the closest resemblance to a childhood as they could and Riki would always be grateful for that. 

Even if he could no longer recognize his own reflection and started avoiding mirrors all together it really wasn’t that big of a deal. And so what if everyday that passed Riki felt less and less like his own body belonged to him?

At the end of the day none of it mattered because to keep his hyungs happy Riki would always do whatever was needed.

—