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[andyumas]

hi okay, kinda random, but ive decided to close this account for now until the foreseeable future! kinda forgot what I post is #public and ive been struggling with writing lately.

ive deleted/privated most things! kept up my few loved fics however for your guys' sake!

I may start a new account in silence, or maybe just take a few months to get my technique back ^^

until then, thankyou my wonderful moots and everyone who stuck around for updates and such. ^^

happy reading!

[andyumas]

the humble marshmallow who happened to turn human

[andyumas]

losing all my innocence in the backseat.

writing; two scenarios, longer drabbles, mediocre writing lmao

contents; byun euijoo x reader, koga yudai x reader, smut smut smut, car sex, soft dom!ej/k, gentle sex, praise, fwb, shorter!reader, afab/gn!reader, mentions of cheating, semi-public smut, youre fuckin out in nature, congrats.

1. euijoo.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHis lips met your own, firmly soft. Featherlight and careful. Rather, he was unhurried to lose your touch– only tugging back for a soft breath that mingled heavy with your own. Hands cradled your face like you were preciously fragile, your heart soaring as Euijoos head tilted right towards your own once more. It was a sweet. Loving, almost, his nose barely brushing your own before you hummed a soft sound of warmth. Tongue moving against your own with a desirable need. It radiated heavy around the space, the chatter of your boyfriend and his other friends just a few foot away– crowded around the campfire like a pack of moths. You leaned back a little, your shoulder blades meeting the side of your jeep, jean shorts resting on your hips like a taunt to any eyes around. Euijoo gladly took on the challenge. All night he'd stuck around like a wounded puppy, one hand holding a beer, the other placed nervously at his side. Occasionally, he'd nudge your waist with his palm, lean down to whisper something soft near your ear. Now he kissed you like he meant it, knee buried between your thighs, lips parting and tongue moving like he was drunk off you. Your own hands hesitated to move too far, a half-empty cooler in one hand, the other resting heavy at your side. Head tilted to the left, eyes fluttered shut. You barely got the chance to register it all– mind hazy with lust and alcohol. Maybe you were more tipsy than youd originally thought. Euijoo tugged back a beat, panting a little hard, eyes low, cheeks warm with about the same flurry of emotions that waved over yourself. His hands slid down slowly– fingers twitching against your upper arms.. then further. Softer. Meeting your waist, then your hips. "You're so pretty." He murmured sweetly, heat gnawing deeper in your cheeks before he smiled. Slow. Warm. It sent an unwelcome shudder up your spine, butterflies accumulating in your gut. Surely, nobody would seem to notice your absence. Surely, your boyfriend knew you were "heading to bed." What was so wrong about it? Your fingers twitched, hands meekly drifting up, wrists carefully resting onto his shoulders. The car was cool against your back still, his grip on your hips a little firmer now. If this was happening, itd have to happen here. Any more movement and somebody would hear. Somebody would come peering with a flashlight, nudging their nose directly into your business. A soft click made its way to your ears, a shuffle. You two wound up in the backseat of your jeep, back meeting the leather under you simply. His lips on yours once more, a little rougher as the door clicked shut softly behind him. "Are you sure?" Euijoo whispered against you. A pause, you bit at the inside of your cheek. "Im sure." Is that how you ended up like this? Your shirt hiked up, legs spread greedily by two large palms, shorts tossed somewhere onto the passenger seat of your own car. The windows were fogged, warmth radiating heavy around you– soaking the air like a repeated promise. Euijoo was kneeled against the seat, his own jeans unzipped and barely shoved to his mid-thighs. Hips easing closer to your own. He looked almost slumped over, leaned slightly forwards to avoid hitting his head on the roof of your car. "Fuck.." He panted, his voice a cracked whisper, as if somehow– some way– somebody would hear. Somebody other than your own shuddering form. His thumbs gripped the inside of your thighs tight, legs lifted over his own hips, weakly wrapped around his waist. "Youre tight.." You whimpered a soft response, some sort of babble, your thighs twitching with effort to take him. He wasnt insanely huge, regular at most. A little above average? The generic stretch had you shivering, lashes squeezed shut as the dark creaking leather shifted under you. "..Is this okay?" He mumbled, the words soaking into your skin. You nodded. He tugged your torso a beat closer. Euijoo sunk deeper into you, his own grip shifting with effort.

"That's it... take it.." He mumbled far too sweetly, voice hoarse and broken between heavy breaths. Each thrust was like a desperate promise that he'd change you. That he'd fix everything your boyfriend never tried to. Like he was binding you to some sort of addiction. Your hands slid up, fingers twitching along his biceps while he held you like you were treasure. In some sense, you really were. Every inch took the breath from your lungs, snatching your surprise and shoving it far into your core. "Close... close.." You managed between a soft moan, eyebrows knit up and lashes hovering soft over your gaze. "I know, I know.. shhh." A pause, he leaned down, pressing a reverently rough kiss to your throat. Then another. A small bite at your nape, marking you with barely there hickies. "Fuck.." Minutes turned to seconds as Euijoo sped up, fucking into you with a sense of heavy urgency now. Hurried and sloppier than before. A flurry of whimpers mixed between his own warm moans filled the car, which rocked rhythmically back and forth. Then it stopped. Stopped with Byun Euijoo gasping hard against your shoulder. Stopped with his hips burried rough against your own, twitching and nudging forwardly weakly with every spurt of effort. "Dammit."

2. kei.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIt started slowly, really. A small touch of his hand to your hip. A small mumble against your ear, his lips brushing a little too close. K was stuck to your side all night, practically glued there and following you like some lost puppy. It made it easier to confront your psycho ex at least. Of course, your trashy mutual friends had to invite him... Now? It didn't matter. K had handed you a beer earlier. Then another. Then another when you sat directly into his lap– thighs overlapping his own and hands meeting his chest. You hugged onto him now, 3 drinks in and way too tipsy for someone so lightweight. K's left hand slid to your waist gently, slowly, his gaze peering down to where your head rested on his shoulder heavily. Asking silently for consent. Fuck, if consent was anything close to what had happened. You pressed yourself up and into him now, knuckles whitening as you both clammered into your tent, the shuffling and shifting barely evident past your hungry kisses. Tongues meeting. Pressing. Heavy with need and a little too hurried. The taste of Alcohol was passed, followed by a soft and amused hum from K. The beat he turned to zip the tent shut had you whining from his lack of touch. From the feeling of his chest suddenly separated from your own. So god damn greedy.. He met your whines with a coo, an unhurried mumble that sent shivers up every inch of you. "So desperate, pretty..." Then he crawled his way back over, the dark cover of the tents tarp shuffling under his knees. Resting just over you now, K settled between your easily spread thighs– nudging you to wrap them around his waist. "Youre sure?" He whispered into the crisp air, his lashes low and meeting your own meekly past a pair of useless glasses. His eyesight was fucking fine. He just knew you liked him in them. It was a blur, really. The feeling of his fingers sliding up and under your shirt, tugging up and revealing you in a way that made him stifle a breath. "...Im sure." You whimpered back finally, lashes fluttering and eyes weakly squeezing shut. Head tilting to the left, resting meek on your pillow, you let K touch. You let him strip you slowly, joining only after he got an eye full of exactly what he wanted. Every sweet touch, careful caress– it all sent heat gnawing up your spine. It settled far too heavy in your chest. In your neck and along your cheeks. Flustered. K noted it, giving a soft, breathy laugh. "Nervous?" You sucked in a sharp breath. "Embarrased.." "Why?" Silence overwhelmed the space before he leaned down, pressing a quiet kiss along your collarbone. "You look perfect." Minutes passed, he had shuffled his sweats down enough to reveal himself, already weeping and achingly hard against your thigh. "K.." You gasped, eyes half-lidded and hand reaching up weakly to grab at the collar of his loose tee. The one that screamed "Fuck me!" whenever he wore it. Fuck him and his beautiful body. And his breathtakingly blonde hair. And maybe just him entirely. You yanked him down, greedy again. Hungry and desperate for his kisses. Equality hit hard as K shoved his lips against your own, parting easily and pushing his tongue into your helpless mouth. A palm grasped your chin in no time, fingers squeezing hard against your cheeks. "Youre gonna take it." He mumbled halfheartedly into your mouth, smiling wicked when you whimpered. Then, his free hand inched down. Past your thighs. Fingers slid over your stomach, twitching against every sharp inhale that practically rattled you now. You were so needy... all for him. All for K. In no time you were panting heavy into his mouth, babbling whines, and small begs for more.

For every bit of him, and somehow more. "Please.." You barely rasped out after a beat, watching the way his eyebrows raised over his features. Amused? Mocking? You couldn't exactly tell with this crappy lighting. But the feeling of two hands shuffling down to adjust your thighs higher over his hips. The man was insanely fucking tall, obviously hed need more room to fuck you senseless. A minute passed of heavy breaths, aimlessly painted with the chatter of your friends a beat away. Then another minute. A small wince slid past his lips when K slowly began to nudge into you, his posture stiff as he hovered just over you. Then further. Until you were biting your lip hard enough to draw blood, thighs trembling and shaky against his hips that now fit neatly against your own. K held back a softer groan of his own, jaw clenching when he barely slid out– then slammed himself back in. Fast. Rough. It made you jolt upwards, back arching and hand slapping over your own mouth with an uneasily sharp gasp. "Right there?" He mused in a painted whisper, only placing his palms onto your pillow when you nodded back furiously. All it took was 5 minutes until K had you biting down on your own discarded shirt– cheeks glinting with soft tears as he nestled his face deep into the nape of your neck to mutter sweet praises. "Thats it, pretty.." "Youre doing so good, you've got this." "Taking me so well, beautiful." Each heavy pant had you heaving with effort, your stomach tightening and legs shaky with a familiar sense of release. By the time you'd came once, he wasnt ready to let go. Rather, K turned you over. Slid inside and hummed against the back of your neck. "One more round?"

my apolocheese this took forever to post..

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[andyumas]

Hello there ! First of all, I absolutely loved your latest story with K and EJ. I love how you emphasize a lot on EJ kissing, it made me feel way too immersed. I kinda have a request, if you are ok with it of course <3 I have been thinking about exactly that, EJ kissing or having a kissing fixation for his gf, but also being extremely clingy, like, reeking of love and affection for his gf

I was wondering if you could kinda mix those with a high school senior vibes, coz I am a senior right now...I don't know, you are the master here <3<3<3<3<3

dont mind if I do.. here!

[andyumas]

this ask.

contents; bfejxreader, implied relationship, non-idol au/hschool au, shorter!reader, afab/gn!reader, kissing fixated!ej, mentions of soft smut, specified scenario, etc.

warnings; descriptions of kissing, idk thats literally it?.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤEuijoo was perfect. Too perfect to be real, honestly. And somehow you adored it. Every whispered praise, every soft little question he asked– big brown eyes splayed on you and only ever you. Like you owned him.

He'd pull you closer by your waist, plant a sweet kiss to your forehead while he whispered the softest praise you'd ever received in your life. Practically reeking of your love and attention, Euijoo was admittedly, addicted. Far too gone in the sense of wanting you. Constantly. It almost alarmed you, somedays.

Much like today. A hard day at practice, his baseball jersey tossed aside lazily onto the back of your desks chair. Laid carelessly and forgotten behind, alongside his shirt. Prestinely white, smelling of his cologne. The one you'd bought a week ago for your anniversary. It was hard to look at Euijoo and say no. He'd flash you the kindest smile ever, sweep his hair from his eyes, and mumble a soft– "Please, baby?"

You'd swore to yourself that you'd stop making out in your room– especially when your parents lingered in the kitchen just downstairs. The vents held nothing back, and it was like magic that they hadn't come storming up to interrupt yet.

A hand met your neck, fingers lanky and gentle, featherlight pressure being added when you gasped softly. Into his mouth. Euijoos mouth.

"Mmyeah?" He panted back softly, practically enveloping you on your own bed, his knees planted just near the top of your thighs, both hands working to keep you down. Underneath him. Where he could kiss you mercilessly to abandon his own stress.

Another soft whine echoed through your dim room. You shuddered and tightened your hold on his shoulders.

"Juju.." You'd breathe between kisses, reeling back whenever he did– just to press forward for more. He'd reciprocate, tilt his head directly into each recapture.

With ease, of course.

The only downside of dating Euijoo was his habits. Frenzied kisses and spontaneous makeout sessions– usually held in the backseat of his car. He'd press you down into your seat, hug your thighs over his, and lick into your mouth with a certain hurriedness. Most of the time youd reciprocate, moaning and whining into every fast-paced kiss– other times youd be half-focused, letting him enjoy himself while you busied yourself with your phone halfheartedly.

It calmed him. Your presence, your closeness. Your kisses.

Ej slid his hand to your chest now, fingers splaying across your shirt– his hips digging forwards and into your own. Clingy for more. Needy for further. As if you weren't hiccuping whimpers directly onto his lips, heaving with effort to keep up.

His tongue met yours equally as hard as usual, head tilting once you gasped. Almost like youd practiced this 100 times over. Every shift of the sheets below you sent shivers up your spine. Cheeks warm and body buzzing. Ej groaned softly, pulling back a tad to sharply inhale.

"More.."

"..Juju–"

He whimpered a soft plea, you crumbled.

Your lips met again, hands sliding to the back of his head, tangling into his brunette locks. He was soft to the touch, even when he had just got back from practice. Even when he was a sweaty, desperate mess.

"Baby." Euijoo whispered, tongue greedily lapping against your own, the dim room shrunk into nothing but darkness around you two. The sounds of messily uneven kisses, shuffled movement of the blanket under you two– filled the room. Silencing anything other than your joined satisfaction. It barely started to get messy, his hips stuttering forwards, eyebrows knit down in clear focus. Focus on you, of course.

Every second had your mind fuzzy, your lashes fluttered close– ears tainted a soft pink to match your cheeks.

After a beat, his face pulled away from yours – sparing a chance to breathe. Finally. Heaving a few soft inhales, you finally blinked your eyes open, peering up at his overstimulated form.

"Sit up." Ej murmured, his usual kindness shifted into some sort of command. He'd switched to his "deeper" voice, the one he used to scold others. The one he used when he was serious, of all things.

Doing as told, you pulled yourself up, following his movements when he leaned himself back. Which landed you directly onto his lap. Thighs enveloped over his like a promise.

Without a chance to really process, Euijoos lips were on you again. Pressed sweetly against your jawline, peppering open mouthed and warm marks. Ones that nobody would see or register.

Another firm bite to your neck, a soft lap at the spot to soothe. Ej knew exactly how to make you whimper– how to make you shudder and shift on his thighs. "Keep going." Hed whisper into your skin, breath hot and close. Too close. It sent your mind into overdrive. "Thats it.. good.." A smile painted his soft features, accompanied with a small kiss to the center of your throat.

He'd shift you back and forth now, grinding his own thigh up and between your own with practiced ease. Almost testing how long you could last.

Then another frenzy of kisses to your mouth, each traveled slowly up your neck– to your jawline, then your lips. Capturing them smoothly between a broken, featherlight moan. Messy. Undecided. Hurried. As if youd vanish into thin air had he pulled back.

His tongue slid against your own again, your noses bumping slightly when he tilted himself closer. Deeper. Further. Anything to taste you. To feel your aftertaste that lingered between his lips.

"Euijoo! Y/N!" A call drifted into the room, barely processed in your mind until Ej tugged away for a beat. "Dinner!" Your dad continued now, his voice echoing up the stairs and sliding past your door. You gave a soft groan, head tilting back in defeat– hands still plastered against the back of Euijoos neck. He snickered softly, his chest heaving slightly, lips swollen with kisses and affection.

"Continue after?" He asked.

"Yes, please." You huffed back in response.

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[andyumas]

birthday present.

&t hard thoughts.

contents; &t x you(seperate), smut smut, hard thoughts, afab!reader, femme!reader.

warnings; straight smut, mediocre writing, mentions of kinks, rough sex (like 2 of em).

EUIJOO.

- the type of guy to beam a warm smile your way once you hand him his new bag, the sparkle of his big eyes meeting your own gentle stare. it made your heart flutter with that sense of happiness. that undeniable love. he was handsome, even when he clumsily tried to tug the strap over his head.

- "how do I even thank you?" followed by a gentle press of his lips to your shoulder from behind, hands slipping down to your hips with an unhurried attitude. like it wasnt doing things to you.

- youre laid back onto your satin sheets in no time, palms up as you basked under his heated stare. those familiarly bright eyes now tinged with a hurried coldness. then your clothes slide up, nothing under his shirt but your beautiful skin on display. god, you always made his birthday such a memoral day.

- euijoos slow at first, fingers sliding between your legs and easing into you with practiced ease. he's kissing your collarbone like he owes you his life, whispering and muttering quiet praises. "im gonna make you feel so good.." "just let me thank you." "can you take it for me?"

- when hes inside hes fast, sloppy and messy with uneven thrusts. high off your body and the way you grab for his shoulders– missionary was always ej's favorite. the feeling of you wrapped around him with the sight of your head tossed back in pleasure. not to mention the fact you hugged him every 2 seconds. it made his heart flutter with something more than just satisfaction.

- he cums deep inside, gasping against your nape like a virgin– pleading and praying against your skin with hot and heavy breaths. "fuck, you feel so good..." hes almost whining it, eyebrows hooked down in disbelief at how perfect you were for him. hes trembling by the third round, acting as if the overstimulation wasnt his choice. like he didnt whimper into your mouth for more. like he wasnt grinding into you repeatedly, practically devouring your mouth with his own in pure desperation.

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FUMA.

- hes the kind of boyfriend who'd be so unsubtle with what he wants. flashes you big grins when you pass a shopping mart filled with Pokémon collectibles. he'd stop and stare at displays, sometimes even drag you inside videogame stores to nerd out for a solid 40 minutes.

- when you hand him his new gengar plushie, he gasped, practically dropping his phone onto his desk and snatching it from you in no time. a beat later he'd invite you onto his lap, seat you neatly onto his thighs and kiss your cheeks until they were flushed with embarrassment. "thankyou thankyou, thankyou!!" hed chirp, beaming like a child in a candy store.

- kissing turned into making out. making out turned into soft grinding on his thigh, your shorts hiding nothing behind the soft fabric. then hes moaning softly against your shoulder, the plush discarded on the desk– faced away for "privacy". as if you hadnt shoved your face into multiple of them while fuma took you from behind.

- in no time, you bent over his desk, hands lazily draped over the cool wood, his keyboard shoved aside and your shirt hiked up far enough for your tits to press against the structure. fuma took his time fingering you, just his middle, crooking it upwards and pressing when you begged a little more. when your voice turned into a soft plea of whispers. "right there, mmh?" "cmon, say it for me.." "does it feel good?"

- then hes inside, fast, yet meassured, one hand gripping the back of your neck while the other keeps your back arched down for him. "thankyou..." he whispers every now and then. you had no clue if it was for the sex or the plush, but hearing the echoed groans fuma gave made you tremble a little harder. skin slapping skin fills his room, the lights still on and plush knocked onto its side just ahead of you.

- when he cums he lets his head tip back, eyes squeezing shut and abs flexing as he jolts in and out of your ruined cunt. you were dripping, your thighs twitching and forehead pressed to fumas desk with exhaustion.

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K.

- you hand him his new outfit you'd chosen specially for your date, baring a wide smile and meeting his low gaze. k hugged you close, cheesing as he chirped a happy "thank you, love." and pressed a quiet kiss to the top of your head. lanky fingers slid to your waist, clutching gently.

- now you sat beside one another. thighs barely touching under the kitchen island's countertop, food untouched and wine glasses half-empty. yours stained with lip gloss. k smiled like youd just met, wearing that outfit you chose. "you look beautiful." hed hum, resting his cheek into his palm as he stared you down.

- lazy, drunk kisses swept into him pressing you against the couches rough leather, slender fingers tangling into your hair and tugging you gently closer. more. k needed more. he pressed his hips to your own, scoffing a soft laugh when you reached up to grab for his shoulders. he grinded lazily down, sucking in sharp inhales with every clench of your jaw.

- his brand new button-up was half undone, prestine pants unzipped and yanked hastily down to his thighs. k held you close, your legs folded over his own now, hand reached down as you stroked neatly. simply. "like that beautiful..." hed whisper. "faster." youd follow. it was hypnotizing to hear, let alone do as he said.

- moaning turned into soft panting against your tits, his face pressed there and posture weak while you rode him. shoulders slouched and legs manspread greedily under you. beautiful hair untouched and still neatly styled. k was deep inside, jolting his own hips up every now and then– needy for friction. "fuck.." hed whine.

- hed cum hard, gasping and kissing against your collarbone, leaving marks behind while he hummed soft curses against your skin. trying his hardest to seem unaffected at the warmth in your touches. the way you slid your fingertips against the bottom of his jaw like a sweet, sweet melody. "happy birthday, k."

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NICHO.

- you meekly handed a pair of new jeans over to him, sneaking up behind him while he unpacked from work. an initial laugh crossed his features, a soft scoff of happiness once he unfolded them. adorned with baby pink details. his favorite. he'd eyed them a little too long a month or so ago at some shop, you kept them on your watch list.

- almost immediately nicho would scamper off to try them on, only returning with a cheesy smile and the brightest look you've ever seen in his eyes. also, shirtless! adorning nothing but those damn jeans. that rested low on his hips, framing his form with a heated underlining.

- of course he'd notice you looking. he'd grin evil and tug you closer, humming something soft against your ear. kiss the side of your jaw and give a teasingly hard grab at your waist. just enough to make you jump in your skin.

- nicho wasnt bothered to take his time, not when you'd gifted him something he eye-fucked everytime he passed it. "thats it.. good.." he'd whisper from above, those same jeans undone and a little crooked on his hips– a single hand reached down to grab the back of your head. on your knees. youd wrap your lips a little further around him, eyes pricked with tears and fingers twitching against his thighs. "a little faster." hed command. youd obey like a dog in heat.

- your throat wasnt enough to finish him off, let alone enough for him to thank you. you deserved it after all. the wall was cool against your bare back, thighs aching and trembling under nicho's hold. his fingers would press hard against the soft skin of your thighs, his face pressed into your nape and teeth rough where they bit against your pulse point. husky breaths and heavy moans echoed through your apartment, his movements sloppy and slow. agonizingly slow.

- hed cum with a low groan against your shoulder, his hair a fuzzier mess from your own grabbing– voice low and laced with a whiny tone. "please." hed croak, barely peering up with the most desperate 'fuck me' eyes youd ever seen. "can we keep going.."

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YUMA.

- the typa boyfriend who'd beg you not to get him a gift. yuma just wanted a relaxing night. movies and dinner, cuddling on the couch. something to soothe his usual insomnia. when you handed him a disc for one of his new favorite games, he looked at you like you were some sort of ghost. eyes wide and a mix of awe/frustration.

- "i told you i didnt want anything!" youd laugh, nestle your face against the back of his neck and kiss there gently. "i wanted to spoil you." hed turn and yank you into his chest, nudging his glasses further onto his nose with the help of your head. "ill spoil you back then.."

- movie night was a go. however, even after he swore to keep it "chill", yuma still somehow ended up between your thighs under the blanket. the tv long forgotten as he hooked his middle finger past your panties and tugged them gently aside. welcoming himself with a small giggle. "so pretty." hed whisper, peering up past his lashes to grin evil at your flustered face. then he slid his finger inside of you, melting at the sight of your face contorting.

- fingering turned into eating, his mouth latched around your clit and tongue flicking angrily. fast and rough. fingers moving just as messy between your thighs. wet and sloppy. the tv practically drowned out past the sounds of sex. "mmh– keep whining.." hed moan, muffled past the sound of your cunt, hair a silky mess over his eyes when your thighs hooked tighter around his face.

- yuma barely got the chance to sit up after you came, chin glistening and lips a little pinker than before. youd yank him close, slam your lips together and press for more. for better. his sweats held no restrain past your grabbing hands and flustered tugging. "more.." you whined into his kisses, clenching around nothing when he laughed back through a single breath. sliding inside was like heaven, his hands nesting against your chest– one palm moving to wrap around your throat while the other held your ribs.

- usually, yuma would last a good hour at best. tonight? nothing more than 10 minutes. hed fuck you fast and hard, watching you sob under him– meekly clawing at his wrist, begging and croaking past broken moans. "gonna.. ruin you." hed gasp into your mouth once he came, stilling with his hips pressed against your own, fingers pressing harder against your skin.

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JO.

- soft-spoken is jo's biggest trait. hed smile quietly when you handed him a new sketchbook, a special one with proper watercolor paper. as well as a pair of new glasses, the arms lined with small stones that shimmered under the right lighting. "thank you, beautiful." hed hum calmly, standing from his bed and hugging you close. gently against his chest. like you were the most precious thing in this entire god damn world.

- then hed sit you down with him, playful banter and soft giggles when you folded your thighs over his own. welcomingly warm with love. hed kiss your shoulder, those brand new glasses framing his eyes like a canvas. "they look good on you!" youd tease, a hand sliding into his hair and pushing his bangs back into place. "do they?" hed kiss you again. watch your cheeks warm and lashes flutter.

- sex wasnt a huge part of your relationship, really. sometimes itd be two rounds for the single month, sometimes just lazy riding whenever he was tired. but today was different. the small kissing and teasing escalated, jo's own cheeks warming and eyebrows knitting down as he focused. hed laid you down, kissed against your jaw, your throat, down to your chest. where you whined everytime he hummed against your skin.

- slowly, he pressed his hips against your own, sweats tented and grinding lazily against you. far from his usual nervousness to start anything. "jo.." youd moan into the crisp air, room dimly lit and growing ever so heavier. "right there." you guided, watching the way he seemed to melt right into you.

- clothes weren't much of a barrier once he stripped you both down, nothing but your panties left between you both. "..may i?" jo would hum against your jaw, peering up at your tipped back head and flushed expression. "please." youd whisper. then hed press, grind and move up and down continuously. moaning softly into your skin with every twitch of his length against the fabric of your panties. "..fuck."

- missionary was his usual favorite, i mean why wouldnt it be? hed fuck you raw and watch every beautiful face you made in return. but taking you from behind felt right tonight. so he did. jo fucked you hard, for once, hard enough that you gripped the sheets like a lifeline. every moan was low and long, drawn out between short-lived whines until he came. hesitant, at first, he managed to whimper out softly against your back. "inside..?" you nodded furiously. stilling and arching your back further when he pressed deeper one last time.

—

HARUA.

- hed be fashionably late to his own birthday, honestly. come home nearing midnight and flick on the light to see you sat on the kitchen counter. a cake in a box at your side, a present wrapped under pretty bows and a tiny box. just new jewlery. harua would bounce over excitedly, place himself between your thighs and kiss every inch of your face. "sorry im so late," hed smile innocently, fingers landing gently over your thighs, smile warm and gentle. "traffic. is this for me?"

- watching him open his present was one thing, seeing him slide the rings over his fingers was another. nails perfectly painted, the silver metal framing his pale skin like a promise. you eyed them more than the necklace he wrapped around his neck, harua noticed.

- teasing kisses and flustered whispers were passed, soon harua dragged you to your shared bedroom. landing you both comfortably onto the sheets. prestinely made for what couldve been a movie night. his kisses were desperate, not hungry, more needy. deeper and heavier, almost as if he was begging you to take control over it all. your tongues met and slid together, eyes low and half-lidded until you wound up on your back, his frame covering over yours.

- the jewlery really seemed to come in hand. the feeling of his knuckles riding down your stomach sent shivers up every inch of you. the cold metal caught on your skin, haruas own gaze following his movements. teasing every inch of you. like you were precious. "moan for me." he whispered softly, far from demanding. hed watch your lashes flutter, hed watch your lips part and breathing catch in your throat when he nestled his fingers inside of you. rua loved this. watching you fall apart under him. he crooked a finger up, smiling when you whined.

- when hes fucking you it switches. like some sort of lightswitch goes off in him. he'll be teasing and mean one second, and fall apart the next. a moaning and whining puddle beneath you. sometimes hed cry. like now. harua hovered over you still, palms gripping the pillowcase beside either side of your head, cheeks glistening with soft tears. his hips stuttered and slowed everytime he sunk deeper, his lips trembling alongside your own broken moans. it felt heavenly really. "please...fuck, please." hed pant indirectly, squeezing his eyes shut to focus.

- and when he cums? its messier than most. hed shove himself over you, chest to chest as he bit onto your shoulder. grounding himself while his hips trembled and stammered to press deeper. harder. harua would cry into your skin, youd claw at his back, your legs wrapped greedily around his waist and nudging him impossibly closer.

—

TAKI.

- this hoe would spoil his own present. hes clingy, hes never happy with being apart from you. so the day his birthday rolls around, hes already sniffed out his own present and finds himself trying on a new matching couple sweater youd bought a month ago. did you not hide it good enough? "happy birthday." you scoffed when you walked up behind him in the bathroom of your shared apartment, rolling your eyes when he beamed back.

- demanding you to put on your own, taki practically yanked you into your room– hustling to snatch the matching sweater out and tug it over your form. "we look perfect." hed smile. youd laugh and place yourself onto his lap. "youre cute." "am i?" giggling, youd kiss his cheek. "always."

- playfully close kissing slid into touching, his teasing words finding their way under your skin and leaving you beyond flustered. taki had singlehandedly figured out how to tick you off in every way possible. not his only perks. a hand met your stomach, gliding down painfully too slow. like he had every means to draw this out.

- taki focused your lips on his, humming with satisfaction when you whined, your legs spread wide and back pressed to his chest. it felt perfect, the way his fingers slid into you with ease. two was easy, a third sent a shiver up your spine. you moaned open-mouthed into his kisses, eyebrows furrowing when he curled his fingers just right.

- again, hes inside. youre placed on his lap, back arched forwards as he gets probably the perfect view of you riding him. the best birthday present ever, really. running a hand through his hair, taki stifled a groan and held back the urge to press up whenever you slid off him. "fuck.. fuck." hed moaned softly, free hand coming to place itself on your lower back.

- he refused to cum unless he saw your face. let alone watch your own eyes roll back with satisfaction. "youre gonna take it.." he whispered against the back of your neck, one hand holding your head tipped back so he could watch every expression. deeper. faster. somehow harder. you bit your lip everytime eye contact was made, watching his lashes flutter and his lips part in heavy breaths. then taki came, pressing himself as close as possible and simultaneously stuttering his hips lazily back and forth.

—

MAKI.

- i can't come up with a birthday gift for him, but i can imagine hed hug you tighter than ever. kiss your forehead and tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. classic boyfriend shit. eventually letting his lips find your jawline, then your cheek. youd giggle, hed beam back, hands still clutching the gift while you pressed yourself a tad closer.

- he didnt initiate anything. he thought the gift would be enough, really, even just admiring it in his lap was far enough. but when you replaced it with yourself, thighs wrapping over makis own, he couldn't just say no..

- the kisses began again, peppered down your cheeks and to your neck– sweetly slow and gentle. like careful caresses of love. in reality, you were more than enough. a gift was too much, practically. but feeling you slide your palms to his chest was enough to want more. maki rocked you back and forth along his thigh, smiling evil when you winced and leaned your head onto his shoulder weakly.

- clothing made their way off easily, his hands sliding to your hips and his head tilting so his lips met your ear. "youre doing good.." a small whine left your lips, ripped from your throat and returned to maki like he owned you. "you like that?" hed whisper again, grinning when you nodding furiously against his chest. his hands slid lower, fingertips meeting the bottom of your bare thighs now. "wanna take it for me, pretty?"

- his teasing was enough to make you cry. matter of fact, you were. placed in his lap, one leg loosely hanging from where you sat, the other held up by makis firm palm. the biting stung your shoulder, buzzing up your spine and making you shudder when his fingers slid deeper. knuckles meeting your skin. "there you go." hed coo, scoffing a soft laugh when your thighs trembled a little more. when you cried a little harder for him.

- maki didnt need to be inside to finish. rather, he didnt need to go further at all. watching you take his fingers was, again, more than enough. but the way you begged had maki panting a little harder against the back of your neck. clumsily, he tugged himself out, barely giving you the chance to adjust before hed tugged you up and onto him properly. "fuck.." hed groan into your shoulder, shuddering when you fell apart over him. itd be awhile before he finished, let alone give either of you a break. round after round after round.

—

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[andyumas]

losing all my innocence in the backseat.

writing; two scenarios, longer drabbles, mediocre writing lmao

contents; byun euijoo x reader, koga yudai x reader, smut smut smut, car sex, soft dom!ej/k, gentle sex, praise, fwb, shorter!reader, afab/gn!reader, mentions of cheating, semi-public smut, youre fuckin out in nature, congrats.

1. euijoo.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHis lips met your own, firmly soft. Featherlight and careful. Rather, he was unhurried to lose your touch– only tugging back for a soft breath that mingled heavy with your own. Hands cradled your face like you were preciously fragile, your heart soaring as Euijoos head tilted right towards your own once more. It was a sweet. Loving, almost, his nose barely brushing your own before you hummed a soft sound of warmth. Tongue moving against your own with a desirable need. It radiated heavy around the space, the chatter of your boyfriend and his other friends just a few foot away– crowded around the campfire like a pack of moths. You leaned back a little, your shoulder blades meeting the side of your jeep, jean shorts resting on your hips like a taunt to any eyes around. Euijoo gladly took on the challenge. All night he'd stuck around like a wounded puppy, one hand holding a beer, the other placed nervously at his side. Occasionally, he'd nudge your waist with his palm, lean down to whisper something soft near your ear. Now he kissed you like he meant it, knee buried between your thighs, lips parting and tongue moving like he was drunk off you. Your own hands hesitated to move too far, a half-empty cooler in one hand, the other resting heavy at your side. Head tilted to the left, eyes fluttered shut. You barely got the chance to register it all– mind hazy with lust and alcohol. Maybe you were more tipsy than youd originally thought. Euijoo tugged back a beat, panting a little hard, eyes low, cheeks warm with about the same flurry of emotions that waved over yourself. His hands slid down slowly– fingers twitching against your upper arms.. then further. Softer. Meeting your waist, then your hips. "You're so pretty." He murmured sweetly, heat gnawing deeper in your cheeks before he smiled. Slow. Warm. It sent an unwelcome shudder up your spine, butterflies accumulating in your gut. Surely, nobody would seem to notice your absence. Surely, your boyfriend knew you were "heading to bed." What was so wrong about it? Your fingers twitched, hands meekly drifting up, wrists carefully resting onto his shoulders. The car was cool against your back still, his grip on your hips a little firmer now. If this was happening, itd have to happen here. Any more movement and somebody would hear. Somebody would come peering with a flashlight, nudging their nose directly into your business. A soft click made its way to your ears, a shuffle. You two wound up in the backseat of your jeep, back meeting the leather under you simply. His lips on yours once more, a little rougher as the door clicked shut softly behind him. "Are you sure?" Euijoo whispered against you. A pause, you bit at the inside of your cheek. "Im sure." Is that how you ended up like this? Your shirt hiked up, legs spread greedily by two large palms, shorts tossed somewhere onto the passenger seat of your own car. The windows were fogged, warmth radiating heavy around you– soaking the air like a repeated promise. Euijoo was kneeled against the seat, his own jeans unzipped and barely shoved to his mid-thighs. Hips easing closer to your own. He looked almost slumped over, leaned slightly forwards to avoid hitting his head on the roof of your car. "Fuck.." He panted, his voice a cracked whisper, as if somehow– some way– somebody would hear. Somebody other than your own shuddering form. His thumbs gripped the inside of your thighs tight, legs lifted over his own hips, weakly wrapped around his waist. "Youre tight.." You whimpered a soft response, some sort of babble, your thighs twitching with effort to take him. He wasnt insanely huge, regular at most. A little above average? The generic stretch had you shivering, lashes squeezed shut as the dark creaking leather shifted under you. "..Is this okay?" He mumbled, the words soaking into your skin. You nodded. He tugged your torso a beat closer. Euijoo sunk deeper into you, his own grip shifting with effort.

"That's it... take it.." He mumbled far too sweetly, voice hoarse and broken between heavy breaths. Each thrust was like a desperate promise that he'd change you. That he'd fix everything your boyfriend never tried to. Like he was binding you to some sort of addiction. Your hands slid up, fingers twitching along his biceps while he held you like you were treasure. In some sense, you really were. Every inch took the breath from your lungs, snatching your surprise and shoving it far into your core. "Close... close.." You managed between a soft moan, eyebrows knit up and lashes hovering soft over your gaze. "I know, I know.. shhh." A pause, he leaned down, pressing a reverently rough kiss to your throat. Then another. A small bite at your nape, marking you with barely there hickies. "Fuck.." Minutes turned to seconds as Euijoo sped up, fucking into you with a sense of heavy urgency now. Hurried and sloppier than before. A flurry of whimpers mixed between his own warm moans filled the car, which rocked rhythmically back and forth. Then it stopped. Stopped with Byun Euijoo gasping hard against your shoulder. Stopped with his hips burried rough against your own, twitching and nudging forwardly weakly with every spurt of effort. "Dammit."

2. kei.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIt started slowly, really. A small touch of his hand to your hip. A small mumble against your ear, his lips brushing a little too close. K was stuck to your side all night, practically glued there and following you like some lost puppy. It made it easier to confront your psycho ex at least. Of course, your trashy mutual friends had to invite him... Now? It didn't matter. K had handed you a beer earlier. Then another. Then another when you sat directly into his lap– thighs overlapping his own and hands meeting his chest. You hugged onto him now, 3 drinks in and way too tipsy for someone so lightweight. K's left hand slid to your waist gently, slowly, his gaze peering down to where your head rested on his shoulder heavily. Asking silently for consent. Fuck, if consent was anything close to what had happened. You pressed yourself up and into him now, knuckles whitening as you both clammered into your tent, the shuffling and shifting barely evident past your hungry kisses. Tongues meeting. Pressing. Heavy with need and a little too hurried. The taste of Alcohol was passed, followed by a soft and amused hum from K. The beat he turned to zip the tent shut had you whining from his lack of touch. From the feeling of his chest suddenly separated from your own. So god damn greedy.. He met your whines with a coo, an unhurried mumble that sent shivers up every inch of you. "So desperate, pretty..." Then he crawled his way back over, the dark cover of the tents tarp shuffling under his knees. Resting just over you now, K settled between your easily spread thighs– nudging you to wrap them around his waist. "Youre sure?" He whispered into the crisp air, his lashes low and meeting your own meekly past a pair of useless glasses. His eyesight was fucking fine. He just knew you liked him in them. It was a blur, really. The feeling of his fingers sliding up and under your shirt, tugging up and revealing you in a way that made him stifle a breath. "...Im sure." You whimpered back finally, lashes fluttering and eyes weakly squeezing shut. Head tilting to the left, resting meek on your pillow, you let K touch. You let him strip you slowly, joining only after he got an eye full of exactly what he wanted. Every sweet touch, careful caress– it all sent heat gnawing up your spine. It settled far too heavy in your chest. In your neck and along your cheeks. Flustered. K noted it, giving a soft, breathy laugh. "Nervous?" You sucked in a sharp breath. "Embarrased.." "Why?" Silence overwhelmed the space before he leaned down, pressing a quiet kiss along your collarbone. "You look perfect." Minutes passed, he had shuffled his sweats down enough to reveal himself, already weeping and achingly hard against your thigh. "K.." You gasped, eyes half-lidded and hand reaching up weakly to grab at the collar of his loose tee. The one that screamed "Fuck me!" whenever he wore it. Fuck him and his beautiful body. And his breathtakingly blonde hair. And maybe just him entirely. You yanked him down, greedy again. Hungry and desperate for his kisses. Equality hit hard as K shoved his lips against your own, parting easily and pushing his tongue into your helpless mouth. A palm grasped your chin in no time, fingers squeezing hard against your cheeks. "Youre gonna take it." He mumbled halfheartedly into your mouth, smiling wicked when you whimpered. Then, his free hand inched down. Past your thighs. Fingers slid over your stomach, twitching against every sharp inhale that practically rattled you now. You were so needy... all for him. All for K. In no time you were panting heavy into his mouth, babbling whines, and small begs for more.

For every bit of him, and somehow more. "Please.." You barely rasped out after a beat, watching the way his eyebrows raised over his features. Amused? Mocking? You couldn't exactly tell with this crappy lighting. But the feeling of two hands shuffling down to adjust your thighs higher over his hips. The man was insanely fucking tall, obviously hed need more room to fuck you senseless. A minute passed of heavy breaths, aimlessly painted with the chatter of your friends a beat away. Then another minute. A small wince slid past his lips when K slowly began to nudge into you, his posture stiff as he hovered just over you. Then further. Until you were biting your lip hard enough to draw blood, thighs trembling and shaky against his hips that now fit neatly against your own. K held back a softer groan of his own, jaw clenching when he barely slid out– then slammed himself back in. Fast. Rough. It made you jolt upwards, back arching and hand slapping over your own mouth with an uneasily sharp gasp. "Right there?" He mused in a painted whisper, only placing his palms onto your pillow when you nodded back furiously. All it took was 5 minutes until K had you biting down on your own discarded shirt– cheeks glinting with soft tears as he nestled his face deep into the nape of your neck to mutter sweet praises. "Thats it, pretty.." "Youre doing so good, you've got this." "Taking me so well, beautiful." Each heavy pant had you heaving with effort, your stomach tightening and legs shaky with a familiar sense of release. By the time you'd came once, he wasnt ready to let go. Rather, K turned you over. Slid inside and hummed against the back of your neck. "One more round?"

my apolocheese this took forever to post..

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You’re exhausted. Today was just… a lot. Since coming home you’ve already almost fallen asleep four times. At dinner, your eyes kept closing, and you could barely stomach half your food. You insisted on doing the dishes after, even though Yuma had urged you to go to bed early. You barely got through that either. Once you got to your room, you made the mistake of sitting down for just two minutes. Yuma had to drag you off your bed. And then you almost nodded off again in his arms, refusing to let go because he was just so comfortable. 

You like being close to him; smelling his perfume, listening to his breath and feeling the rumble in his chest when he talks. But Yuma? Although he finds you incredibly cute when you’re sleepy and extra clingy, the only thing on his mind is how upset you’re prone to get in the morning after nights when you don’t do your usual routine. Washing your makeup off if you had applied any that day, doing a simple four-step skincare routine, sometimes a face mask, and then falling asleep in his arms. He’s determined to make sure you complete every step before you pass out completely, if only to save himself from your potential grumpiness in the morning.

First, you need a shower. Yuma knows after a long and stressful day that it’s the only thing that’ll wash away the lingering discomfort. He starts the water running and drags you into the bathroom.

“Shower. Just five minutes, okay?”

“No,” you grumble into his chest, still trying to fall asleep in his arms. “Too tired…”

Yuma rubs your back, letting out a soft sigh. He loves you so much. Maybe a bit too much, because he knows in two minutes he’s going to be the one carefully washing your hair and body so you can go to sleep feeling clean. You already know it too, which is why you don’t protest when he strips your clothes off and his own shirt. Yuma smirks when you straighten a bit at the sight of his bare chest, acting as if you’re seeing it for the first time and haven’t already spent hours committing every curve, mole, and dip to memory. 

The shower is no nonsense and over extremely fast. Shampoo, soap, and then out. Yuma dries your hair after you’re in pyjamas, laughing at your scrunched up face. You’re falling asleep again quickly, and Yuma knows he has to work fast with your skincare. But he lets you lie down first. 

“Get comfortable. I know what products you like to use,” he tells you. You definitely don’t need to be told twice. The blankets are like heaven as you shuffle under them, stretching your legs and finally relaxing your body completely. 

Your eyelids fall shut before Yuma returns with the necessary bottles; a cleanser, toner, serum, and moisturizer. His touch is almost feather light. He’s careful around your eyes with the cleansing oil, and although it’s awkward to apply while you’re lying down, he doesn’t force you to sit up. He goes through all the steps, wiping your face clean with a wet washcloth when needed and making sure all the products are applied evenly.

You can feel how close he is without even opening your eyes. The feeling of him hovering over your body, gentle hands on your face. It’s relaxing and feels intimate, safe. It’s a side of Yuma that only comes out when you need it most. You’re used to his nagging, his playful teasing, or his random little pranks to get a reaction out of you. But it’s when you need a little extra care that he always lets his softer side come out. He doesn’t fold for people easily, but he’d find a way to go to the moon and back if you asked him to. It doesn’t take much to notice that Yuma is down horrendous for you.

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[andyumas]

oh this fic what if I sobbed.

[andyumas]

so i recently started following you but i love all your works that ive read so far!🫶🏽but i saw an edit of Fuma with the song Sports car by Tate Mcrae a few days ago and it has me going insaneeee😩 the lyrics "You can do it on your own while you're lookin at me"... im foaming at the mouth thinking about the hyung line stroking themselves while watching you touch yourself but theyre not allowed to touch you.

very forward ask but here! you totally didn't surprise me as soon as i opened my eyes ㅠㅠ

[andyumas]

this ask

while ur looking at me.

contents; &t hyung line x reader, scenario, mutual masturbation/mentions of vouyerism, soft top!k, top!fuma, switch!nicho, bottom!ej, mentions of tying up, needy huzz, afab!reader/fem!reader, very quick reads, little description, SMUT SMUT SMUT, written in one sitting! not proofread, my apologies!

warnings.; entirely smut! slight bdsm content. mdni please!

wc; 1084.

K– his hands felt heavy at his sides. palms resting on the messy sheets beneath you both. stripped into nothing but his sweats, laid back on your shared beds headboard. chest heaving with quiet pants– sharp inhales. there you sat. just barely a foot away, gorgeous in that skimpy nightdress you'd bought forever ago. k was trying his hardest not to lose it, gaze trained down on your wandering hand– eyes half-lidded and low. unhurried to help. unhurried to ease the raging hard-on resting heavy on his thigh. you bit down onto your bottom lip, instinct driving a small whine to rip past your lips. careful. precise. like a taunt to his already tense form. you shifted your palm a little higher, fingers knuckle deep and casting sharp shudders up your spine. a beat after, your thumb met your clit, eyebrows knitting down in focus. a moan ripped from your throat, lips parting and expression practically melting. you could feel it. his eyes seering holes into your body. watching. his jaw tightened. god, k couldn't take it. a shuffle echoed past the silent rooms walls, then his own soft moan. peeking past your lashes, head tilting forward a little, you spotted him again. k's hand worked fast, quick, hurried and purposefully messy. strokes half even and his wrist twisting slightly. tip weeping down his knuckles, sweats yanked carelessly– barely down. “god..” he panted back, finally letting his own stare fleet up. eye contact. heavy. hot. “...keep going for me.” he added after a heavy beat, your lips trembling with effort.

FUMA– fuma was confident with his stare, hand already wrapped around himself, stroking slowly– thumb swiping over his beaded tip as you shuffled into position on the nearby bed. waiting. the room dimly lit into a single warm lamp in the far corner. it felt awkward. nothing but his t-shirt enveloping you.. his eyes low and dark, watchful and focused directly onto you. you shuddered, finally lying back, easing onto your elbows behind you. “like this?” a small mumble, meek and nervous. he nodded. you started. a beat passed, your hands slowly slid down, fingers creeping down to where you needed him. so fucking badly. shame washed over you like a tsunami, you were soaked, unsurprisingly. heat began gnawing up your spine and settling heavy in your cheeks. embarrassed. thats all you felt. a small whimper slid past your lips, quickly echoed by a soft groan. fuck, was fuma enjoying this? the way you barely touched yourself so openly, thighs twitching and parted like a promise? your fingers dipped a little deeper, body shuddering off instinct. fuma murmured soft praises from his seat nearby, the sound of you both mimicking off the walls. heavy and unhurried. somehow worse than if he wasnt here. “cant..” you whispered, head tipped back and eyes squeezed shut. fingers curling up and then out– soaked. the sound wrapped around you both. a shuffle of his hand speeding up, his voice barely broken inbetween heavy breaths before he spoke. “just watch me, pretty. you can do it.” this was gonna kill you.

NICHOLAS– nicholas had suggested it first. his lips drawn into a tight line over his sharp features, wrists joined together by one of his old belts. placed in his lap. he looked far from embarrassed, more on the willing side as you settled beside him, thighs pressing together admist the dim lighting. red led lights shone bright from under your shared bed, bodies barely illuminated from the sharp glow. “you sure?” you pondered meekly, glancing at him before down at your own legs, already parting greedily. a veiw for him and him only. “more than sure.” nicholas hummed easily back, leaning himself back onto the headboard more– the mattress creaking weakly below you two. a few beats passed, your hands slid lower. fingers raking over skin so deliciously. like an unkempt promise. his wrists shifted, achingly hard dick resting against them like a taunt. a shudder shot up your spine as your fingers teased at yourself, head swiveling away off instinct to hide your expression. eyes half-lidded, needy, eyebrows knit down in concentration. it felt almost right to be watched like this. “keep going..” he panted from just beside you, broken and weak behind a soft plea. his own arms shifting as he barely let his hips twitch up– bound wrists rubbing against himself. searching for a touch he needed so fucking desperately. minutes soared past, your body melting further into the sheets, soon finding yourself whining repeated pleas. whimpering like you were desperate. god, he was watching. his own soft groans echoing along your own. like some sort of sick melody. “fuck you look so good..” he managed past heavy gasps, fighting back the urge to rut at his arms. unsurprisingly, you both finished in rhythm, barely getting a chance to process it before you were back at it like horny animals.

EUIJOO– his hands clenched at his sides, nothing but an undone button-up shirt, loosely hung around him. on his knees. watching as you sat right before him on the edge of the bed. like a tease. euijoo swallowed hard, already leaking like some virgin, eyes trained on the way you spread your legs. the way you whispered for him to keep his eyes on you. the way you let your fingers inch down unhurriedly. fuck this was destroying. every beat had him halfheartedly twitching his hips up, desperate for friction. for anything. as soon as your fingers just barely met your clit, you shuddered. heavy and hot and just so damn needy. euijoo whined, then reached for himself, mentally cursing at himself for being so god damn easy. so god damn predictable. you sped up, he followed. your thighs barely began to squeeze shut, he groaned and glanced up at you. like clockwork, he couldn't hold himself. couldn't keep himself from just losing his shit. every time. stroking at himself in long and messy jolts, he tilted his head forward– chin resting featherlight onto your knee. like a puppy. panting hard, breathing heavy. his hair a tousled mess over his half-lidded eyes, eyebrows weakly knit up, lips parted and body twitching forwards. euijoo was beautiful like this, his wrist twisting in turn with every stroke, watching the way your fingers slid and ventured between your folds. feeling. touching. you were absolutely soaked. where his face was supposed to be buried. “please… please..” he whimpered past a wave of shame, his eyes squeezing shut as pleasure shot up his spine.

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[andyumas]

heaven.

byun euijoo x reader.

contents; soft smut, sub/bottom!euijoo, soft top!reader, praise, jerkingoff, teasing, shy!euijoo, whiney ej im busting, mentions of sensitivity, overstim, petnames., implied relationship, VERY quick read, vocal!ej AHA,

written in one sitting, not proofread I apologize!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤEuijoo sat across from you by just a little, his knees tucked achingly underneath of him, his hands fisting at the silky sheets of your shared bed. You felt hot, watching his expression both contort and melt into satisfaction. Your hand was on him. Around him. Stroking slowly, testing each reaction he gave.

Euijoo tipped his head to the side, eyes blissfully shut, shirt half-undone and brunette hair a little messier than it was 20 minutes ago. The room was muggy now, hot and dimmed down to just a lamp that shone warm hues over the space. You, on the other hand, were fully clothed. Watching him.

And his unzipped jeans, twitching dick and shivering form. Truly, he was gorgeous like this. Usually so warm eyes now half-lidded and heavy. Bright smile worked down into parted and desperate panting.

"That feels good?" You whispered, hand sliding up–squeezing a little tighter at his leaking tip. Shock and pleasure shot up his spine, his eyes widening for a beat, lips trembling before a whimper slid past. A moan followed, ripped from his throat as you repeated the same motion. A soft squeeze, a twist of your palm.

"Dont.. stop.." Euijoo gasped back, his chest heaving a little faster, his hips twitching up and hand reaching for your wrist. His larger palm slid over your skin, hands a little clammy from gripping the wrinkled sheets.

His knees ached. His posture weak and voice hoarse.

"Please...Keep going.." A pause. Another groan yanked from his throat. Euijoo swallowed hard, his adams apple bobbing and eyes squeezing shut. Your hand sped up instinctively, the room around you filling with the absently sounds of sex. Sloppy touching. He practically humped into your hand in turn, heart racing and touch weak.

"Fuck fuck.."

You smiled slowly, leaning in to whisper.

"Tell me how good it is."

"Nah..ah..cant.. just...fuck." He sounded utterly ruined, his head tipping back and lips parting in softer moans. Repeated whines. Soft "please"'s followed by desperate cursing.

His hand flew up to his face, attempting to cover his expression despite your initial frown. His palm rested over his eyes, body hot and shuddering with each stroke you gave. It was cute, sure.. but you wanted to watch him fall apart. Watch him cry out your name and lose himself just from your fist.

"Youre doing so good... cmon, put your hand down." Coaxing him to melt further in your hold, you slid your free hand to his chest. Palming gently. Then to his neck. Euijoo tipped his head forwards again, cheeks hot and ears matching the soft red that dusted his sweaty skin. Nothing mattered. Not the crappy apartment you owned, not the messy sheets under you, or the stress of your job that constantly weighed you down.

He groaned another soft set of words, the electricity of it all gnawing at your spine and further making it harder to focus.

"I love it... fuck.." A pause, he gasped when you squeezed again. His hips jerked up, hands returning to the blanket behind him. "Just dont...stop."

So beautiful.

"Close..." He exhaled softly at first, repeating it after you cooed back a soft hum. The room died down, just the two of you. The sounds of his desperate whimpers and his achingly sensitive dick. It leaked down soft beads of precum, painting your thumb before you spread it down. With a few last strokes, each growing faster, he finally came.

"Mmnh! Gonna–..!"

Embarrassment and shame washed over him, his eyes squeezing shut, head tipped down and posture practically crumbling. Euijoo came hard, both hands gripping the wrinkled, expensive sheets. Repeated strings of white slid down your hands and eventually landed on his own lower torso, his dick sensitive and twitching a last few times in your grab. By the time you peered up, he was panting hard, eyes low and expression tainted with a certain warmth. An unreadable love.

He looked beautiful, in all honesty. Like a gift sent from God, his eyes sparking with that same softness he always held. Eyebrows relaxing and shoulders sagging slightly. Despite the sticky residue on both your hands and his lower torso, Euijoo bared a soft smile. His lips quirking up slowly. Happily.

Euijoo took a beat to push his hair from his face, the soft locks gentle over his hand, forehead sweaty and ears redder than before. Cute..

Then he leaned in, his hands sliding from the sheets up to your shoulders.

Wrapping around you, he pressed his face into your shoulder, muffling his heavy breaths as he came down from his high.

"You did so good.."

"....Thankyou.."

© all rights reserved to @/kytalityss, no reposts or translations permitted anywhere outside of this blog. all writings are human-made and self-written.

[andyumas]

a watchful eye.

byun euijoo x reader!!

contents; very little plot/background??, smut,smutsmut, counter sex, dom!euijoo with switch tendencies?, sub!reader, sole focus on pretty!euijoo and his sex addiction, shorter!reader, barely any foreplay, pussydrunk!euijoo, afab reader, use of whore, euijoo crying im satisfied bro.., non-idol au, possessive euijoo, implied relationship of 2 years, switchxsub dynamic.

highly suggest playing closer by nine inch nails while reading.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"Why do you always have to be so judgemental?" The first words that shot out of your mouth when he frowned at your outfit. Always staring. Always assessing. Like he fucking owned you.

And in some sick and twisted way, some days he did. Really. You'd listen like a weak dog when he'd shove you back onto the mattress, kiss your shoulder so reverently while he fucked your mind into heaven.

Euijoo smiled back, cocky as ever, his brows barely furrowing before he tilted his head slightly. Staring down at you. Like you were small. Taking a sharp inhale, you held your ground—unstable, yet.. still somehow standing. He crossed the small kitchen of your apartment with a single stride, slowing to a stop just a foot infront of you.

"Pardon?" He practically sneered, his eyes slowly raking down your front. This wasnt the Euijoo you regularly had, honestly. He'd coax you out in a small dress and flex you off to his friends.

When he felt like you deserved it. If you even stepped an inch out of his bullshit rules you'd be bent over and teased until you cried for him to ruin you.

Lifting your chin slightly, you scowled back despite being atleast a foot shorter. Looming tall, he practically shadowed you. "I said pardon." Euijoo repeated, finally crossing that last step between you and backing you against the island counter. The marble felt achingly cold against your lower back—the backless dress you chose to flaunt around in making it impossible to feel anything else. Your hands gripped the edge, eyes widening and scowl stammering into a surprised look. Fuck.

You swallowed. He scoffed a soft exhale of laughter. Like this was some joke to him. His fingers gently curled against the marble, his shoulders lifting under his shirt as he leaned directly over you. Easily. His smile dropped to a blank stare, his deep eyes focused directly onto your own. When he stared like that. When he just.. watched. It drove you to insanity.

He looked nothing like the Euijoo you fell for two years ago.

"I...said‐.." A pause. Your throat was itching, dry, your words caught back in a net of both wanton need and frustration. Couldn't you leave the house without a horny rabid beast tackling you down first?!

Euijoo lifted his brows, his middle and index fingers absently tapping the counter behind you. His arms placed directly between your own, separating you from scrambling off. Like some sort of prey.

"..I said whyre you so judgemental!" You finally staggered out, fixing your expression back into a firmly knit scowl. He smiled. What?

"There it is." He hummed back, slipping his hands from the counter to your waist, urgently digging the pads of his fingers into your back. Hissing, you instinctively reached up to yank at Euijoos shoulders, arching directly into his touch. "Let go!" You demanded, voice a little hoarse as he leaned his face down to your shoulder.

A soft kiss.

Slow and reverant.. almost loving as he lifted you as if you were weightless. Euijoo placed you down onto the counter, his hands immediately sliding down and gripping your thighs. As his thumbs dug into the inner side, his index fought to claw at your lower ass. Lips still peppering soft kisses to your shoulder.

"Euijjoo–" A soft pause, your scowl turning flustered. Ears reddening slightly from the feeling of his groping palms.

Nudging his head to the left, Euijoo nipped at your dresses strap, tugging back before he let it snap back against your skin. An absent hand raised, fingers flicking the fabric down and letting it drape past your upper arm.

"Just keep quiet." He practically purred, his throat tightening as the sheer fabric slid down your chest. If he wasnt rock hard before, he was now. Wasting no time, he leaned down, his lips meeting your neck gently. Quietly. Euijoo kissed there once or twice–careful despite his hands that practically dragged the rest of your skimpy dress down.

The dark fabric rested limp around your hips now, draped slightly down your thighs, painting your skin.

Like a masterpiece.

Euijoo let his gaze wander as he fiddled with his own pants, unzipping and unbuttoning rather fast. As if he hadnt done it multiple times. You blushed harder, squirming at the cool tile under you. It pressed against your skin like an angry reminder, your eyes half-lidded and lips parted in unfocused pants. How could you? He was beautiful, even when he palmed at his own jeans like some loser. Even when he murmured soft curses into your shoulder. Even when his other hand slid under your dress.

Fuck.

His knuckles brushed against your sex, a soft groan echoing around the kitchen as he wasted little more of his precious time. Euijoo didn't even bother to listen to your soft whimper before he had you laid back, sprawled against the counter like a meal. Like you were displayed on a silver platter just for his gaze.

Rough with his touch, Euijoo gripped your thighs, yanking you to the edge of the counter and practically shoving his pants down just enough. Just enough for his boxers to hook under his aching dick. The denim was loose around his mid-thigh. Did he give a fuck? No.

"Fuck youre gonna take it. Aren't you?"

You whined back, your hands laid over your face–palms up. His hands gripped your hips now, his weeping tip nudging against your core with an insatiable need.

"Such a cockdrunk whore." He practically moaned as he pressed his way inside of you, his eyes squeezing shut as bliss washed over him in a wave. You whimpered in turn. He was big, you were used to it–of course.., but the shrug of his length as he inched further always made you inhale sharply. Gasp his name. Grab at whatever was around a little tighter.

Useless with your hands, you reached down–fingers landing overtop of his where he held you down in spot. Euijoo let his gaze fleet open, his hips stammering as he bottomed out. Eye contact. Heavy. Hot. As if you weren't fucking on your kitchen counter. He swallowed, adams apple bobbing, ears hot and mind reeling as he watched you.

His fingers slowly twined with yours, hips beginning to catch an easy and growing pace. Panting with every nudge of his hips meeting your own, Euijoo bit down hard onto his bottom lip. "Fucking.. hell." He groaned out, his voice quite deeper than regular. Almost..bitter.

He let his head tip back, his shirt lifting slightly as he picked up the pace, his grunts and soft moans picking up between muttered curses and softly whispered praise. As if he wasnt entirely there anymore. His abs flexed as the fabric shifted, his breathing heavy and chest heaving. Grabbing at his shoulders for both stability and your own sanity, you gasped back with every rough thrust. With every slap of your skin meeting then parting. Then meeting once more.

"Fuck you act like.... god.. like such a whore." Euijoos voice was like a low groan, his head tipping back forwards, eyes low and eyebrows knit into a focused stare. Fuck, he looked needy. Perfect. Somehow he managed to always fit both sides... he'd rail you senseless while looking like the sluttiest guy you've ever seen. The low lighting made it worse, honestly, the warm hue casting soft shades against his biceps. You grabbed a little tighter, your core twisting into a familiar knot.

"Eui...Euijoo..–" Your voice was wrecked practically, hoarse and a soft string of whines. He leaned down more, his hands scrambling to palm at the counter beside your head now. "Stay.. fucking still." He sneered, his lips parted so beautifully. His hips stammered forwards. You arched up. Your chest pressed against his, he moaned in turn.

In just seconds he was ramming into you somehow faster, rambling under his breath between angry groans and demands. You attempted to listen, legs achingly sore, thighs trembling and your sanity hanging by a shred. Euijoo simply held you in spot, working his dick faster, working himself closer. Leaning down once more, he finally stilled deep inside–your hips knit against his, your chest heaving with unsatisfied need. He came.

Pathetic.

Draped over you, his face pressed against your shoulder, Euijoo kept still until he softened inside you. Slowly, he pulled back. Hands slid over your torso, resting gently over your thighs once more. As if heaven was bestowed upon your frustratingly unsatisfied form, he slowly liftd his head once more.

Fucking hell.

Somehow.. some.. way, Euijoo looked both pissed and ruined. His lips were parted, cheeks rosey and eyes trickling with unshed tears of pure bliss. He stared down, watching your expression melt into both surprise and some sort of shock. Sure he'd get a little softer in bed.. but seeing him in tears because of sex was insane.

–

After a well earned hug and a soft apology for going to rough, you wound up nested agaisnt his chest. His hands ran gently through your now dampened hair, the shower you shared just as perfect. Of course he had to finish you off. Skin to skin, eyes blissfully shut as Euijoos stupid little cartoon played in the background–you stayed solemnly close.

Honestly?

He did own you.

© all rights reserved to @/kytalityss, no reposts or translations permitted anywhere outside of this blog. all writings are human-made and self-written.

[andyumas]

love this genre of photo

[andyumas]

lovely.

takayama riki x reader.

contents; quick read, fluff, bestfriend!taki x reader, childhood bestfriends/small-town bestfriends, taking place later in life, slice of life almost?, mediocre writing.

wc; 1240

lucky - jason mraz, colbie caillat. 🎧

ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe walk to the beach was silent mostly. The soft sound of your shoes hitting the gravel ground fairly louder than the rushing waves of the ocean not too far. Just a block or two away. You knew the route well, having it practically engraved into your brain by now. Passing by familiarly tall buildings, memorable in their element, you walked. Peaceful. Not alone.

Taki strode beside you, a bag strung over his shoulder that held both of your towels–as well as the essentials of lotion, sunscreens, car keys, etcetera. It wasnt an awkward silence. Far from it. Comfortably warm, almost perfectly cricketing around. The sun was barely up still, setting softly over the far waves–your lashes fluttering and eyebrows furrowing as you squinted against its beams.

Huffing, you lifted a palm, resting your hand just over your forehead. A shadow casted itself across your features. In turn, Taki smiled, shuffling closer to your side between individually longer steps than your own. As he shifted close, he peered down, smile warm and almost keen.

"Told you, you should've brought sunglasses." He scoffed, his free hand landing on your lower back in a playful grab. Nothing he hadnt done before, whether it was drinking infront of a building fire with family and friends–even just when you two were alone. Soft grabs, gentle touches, lingering gazes that casted heat across your skin. You barely flinched, gaze shooting up to meet his own as you both paused at a crosswalk.

A car drove past, the wind picked up a tad. His hand lingered. And yet you didnt mind.

"I thought you grabbed them on the way out?"

He snorted a soft laugh through his nose, shaking his head and rolling his eyes in the process. That same cocky smile, a little toothy–sweet, however. Like home to you.

"Am I supposed to pick everything up after you?"

"I never said that!"

"You practically just did."

The lights across the road flickered to a green, the crosswalk sign following. You began walking before him, not bothering to wait as his longer strides easily caught up to your own. Palm trees lined the beachside entrance, a small rope fence holding nobody in particular behind it. Thank god it was empty this late.. let alone this peaceful for once.

As you both settled into the sand, sneakers slid off, and socks tossed into the bag Taki held at his side, you smiled. Gentle. Like the careful breeze about. He snatched your hand in his, noticeable a little bigger than your own and definitely a little warmer. Feverish, almost. In a good way.

As he began to sprint a little, you followed, dragged along like a weightless cat. "Slow down!" You caught between soft laughs and sweet giggles, noting that same toothy smile he flashed over his shoulder. The beach wasn't huge, wasn't vast, and insanely beautiful like some tropical resort.. Just a beach. Simple.

And you liked that.

Finally you both slowed to a stop, the waves just a few feet away now before he peered down again.

"Made it in time for the sunset."

A pause, you smiled up at his slightly taller form, eyes sparkling and cheeks warming at his genuine stare back.

"You were right," You seemed more soft-spoken, even around someone you knew so well. Someone you'd grown up with and adored, hell, you'd learned everything about Taki. From his personality to his love life, even as far as being his designated driver from random parties.

"Its more beautiful at night."

He tilted his head a little, his gaze lingering on your own. The water to your left rushed heavy, and the empty beach on your right blew a soft scent of salt directly over you two. Gazes caught together, expressions genuine. Loving, almost.

"Its good to see you again. After so long." He started, taking a step closer to the water–a distant wave sending a soft trickle of foam over his feet. You followed, stuck to his side like glue. "I missed you."

"..I missed you too."

You barely got another few steps into the water before you hissed at how cold it was, eyebrows furrowing and eyes narrowing. It was only up to your ankles, but the chill it sent tearing up your spine made you shudder and frown.

"Its too cold!" You whined, beginning to retreat backwards a step.

"Its not that bad!" He scoffed back, hand swiping over and grabbing at your forearm. Not rough, nowhere near controlling. Just a simple hold.

Giggling, you attempted to tear away, erupting into soft laughs as he tugged you further into the water. He joined, his smile beaming under the setting sun and eyes bright. They matched the darkening clouds, the first few speckled stars.

Beautiful.

In just seconds he had you scooped up into his arms, holding you bridal style and playfully daring to drop you into the now knee-high water he stood so confidently in. Your hand hooked around his neck, legs flailing. Laughing. Warm, welcoming. Softly perfect amongst his own giggles.

Without thinking, your palm landed at the back of his neck, quickly joined by your other hand as you hugged onto him. Taki grinned your way, heat gnawing at his cheeks. You were close. Hugged up in his arms, holding onto him like he was some knight in shining armor. Swallowing, his adams apple bobbed.

You took a beat before peering over as well, eye-level and far too close. Taking a moment to let your gaze flicker over his features, you let your eyes widen a tad. Just a little. His dark hair soft and perfectly styled, curtain bangs hung just over his eyebrows. Half of it was yanked back into a simple ponytail behind his head, almost laughable how small it was.

Innocently sharp eyes, an adorable soft smile.. gentle palms that held you as if you were weightless. You hesitated to speak at first, lips parting in a soft inhale–legs momentarily stilling in his hold.

His gaze flicked down, focusing on your lips.

You blushed a little harder–ears and cheeks dusting a soft pink.

Before you could even register it his lips found your own. Not demanding, not crushing. Just a slow and gentle touch, feather-light and reverant. As if Taki was scared you'd disappear in his arms if he was any firmer. You stiffened at the first beat–eyes wide and almost shocked as he melted right into you. Inhaling sharply, you felt your chest hammer a little harder–heart pounding behind your ribs now.

Then, you followed. Head tilting a little to the left, arms relaxing around his neck and lashes fluttering. Nothing crossed more than that, no demanding grabs or hungry lips. Not a single sound but the soft rushing water beneath you, waves cascading over Takis legs as he held you like you were fragile. As if you were his most precious possession.

Your shoulders relaxed, then your mind. Growing ever so slightly hazy before he gently separated. Pulling back in turn, you let your lashes flutter open–eyes low and warm under the setting sun afar. He was gorgeous in this lighting.

"...Missed me that badly?" You added after a second, weary of the wobbly smile you gave, your nerves on fire and mind reeling at the thought of his soft lips on your own.

"Wasn't it obvious?"

A scoff, you rested your forehead onto Takis shoulder, your smile bashfully warm and excited.

"Whatever.."

© all rights reserved to @/kytalityss, no reposts or translations permitted anywhere outside of this blog. all writings are human-made and self-written.

[andyumas]

totally didnt forget to add tags.

[andyumas]

heaven.

byun euijoo x reader.

contents; soft smut, sub/bottom!euijoo, soft top!reader, praise, jerkingoff, teasing, shy!euijoo, whiney ej im busting, mentions of sensitivity, overstim, petnames., implied relationship, VERY quick read, vocal!ej AHA,

written in one sitting, not proofread I apologize!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤEuijoo sat across from you by just a little, his knees tucked achingly underneath of him, his hands fisting at the silky sheets of your shared bed. You felt hot, watching his expression both contort and melt into satisfaction. Your hand was on him. Around him. Stroking slowly, testing each reaction he gave.

Euijoo tipped his head to the side, eyes blissfully shut, shirt half-undone and brunette hair a little messier than it was 20 minutes ago. The room was muggy now, hot and dimmed down to just a lamp that shone warm hues over the space. You, on the other hand, were fully clothed. Watching him.

And his unzipped jeans, twitching dick and shivering form. Truly, he was gorgeous like this. Usually so warm eyes now half-lidded and heavy. Bright smile worked down into parted and desperate panting.

"That feels good?" You whispered, hand sliding up–squeezing a little tighter at his leaking tip. Shock and pleasure shot up his spine, his eyes widening for a beat, lips trembling before a whimper slid past. A moan followed, ripped from his throat as you repeated the same motion. A soft squeeze, a twist of your palm.

"Dont.. stop.." Euijoo gasped back, his chest heaving a little faster, his hips twitching up and hand reaching for your wrist. His larger palm slid over your skin, hands a little clammy from gripping the wrinkled sheets.

His knees ached. His posture weak and voice hoarse.

"Please...Keep going.." A pause. Another groan yanked from his throat. Euijoo swallowed hard, his adams apple bobbing and eyes squeezing shut. Your hand sped up instinctively, the room around you filling with the absently sounds of sex. Sloppy touching. He practically humped into your hand in turn, heart racing and touch weak.

"Fuck fuck.."

You smiled slowly, leaning in to whisper.

"Tell me how good it is."

"Nah..ah..cant.. just...fuck." He sounded utterly ruined, his head tipping back and lips parting in softer moans. Repeated whines. Soft "please"'s followed by desperate cursing.

His hand flew up to his face, attempting to cover his expression despite your initial frown. His palm rested over his eyes, body hot and shuddering with each stroke you gave. It was cute, sure.. but you wanted to watch him fall apart. Watch him cry out your name and lose himself just from your fist.

"Youre doing so good... cmon, put your hand down." Coaxing him to melt further in your hold, you slid your free hand to his chest. Palming gently. Then to his neck. Euijoo tipped his head forwards again, cheeks hot and ears matching the soft red that dusted his sweaty skin. Nothing mattered. Not the crappy apartment you owned, not the messy sheets under you, or the stress of your job that constantly weighed you down.

He groaned another soft set of words, the electricity of it all gnawing at your spine and further making it harder to focus.

"I love it... fuck.." A pause, he gasped when you squeezed again. His hips jerked up, hands returning to the blanket behind him. "Just dont...stop."

So beautiful.

"Close..." He exhaled softly at first, repeating it after you cooed back a soft hum. The room died down, just the two of you. The sounds of his desperate whimpers and his achingly sensitive dick. It leaked down soft beads of precum, painting your thumb before you spread it down. With a few last strokes, each growing faster, he finally came.

"Mmnh! Gonna–..!"

Embarrassment and shame washed over him, his eyes squeezing shut, head tipped down and posture practically crumbling. Euijoo came hard, both hands gripping the wrinkled, expensive sheets. Repeated strings of white slid down your hands and eventually landed on his own lower torso, his dick sensitive and twitching a last few times in your grab. By the time you peered up, he was panting hard, eyes low and expression tainted with a certain warmth. An unreadable love.

He looked beautiful, in all honesty. Like a gift sent from God, his eyes sparking with that same softness he always held. Eyebrows relaxing and shoulders sagging slightly. Despite the sticky residue on both your hands and his lower torso, Euijoo bared a soft smile. His lips quirking up slowly. Happily.

Euijoo took a beat to push his hair from his face, the soft locks gentle over his hand, forehead sweaty and ears redder than before. Cute..

Then he leaned in, his hands sliding from the sheets up to your shoulders.

Wrapping around you, he pressed his face into your shoulder, muffling his heavy breaths as he came down from his high.

"You did so good.."

"....Thankyou.."

© all rights reserved to @/kytalityss, no reposts or translations permitted anywhere outside of this blog. all writings are human-made and self-written.

[andyumas]

heaven.

byun euijoo x reader.

contents; soft smut, sub/bottom!euijoo, soft top!reader, praise, jerkingoff, teasing, shy!euijoo, whiney ej im busting, mentions of sensitivity, overstim, petnames., implied relationship, VERY quick read, vocal!ej AHA,

written in one sitting, not proofread I apologize!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤEuijoo sat across from you by just a little, his knees tucked achingly underneath of him, his hands fisting at the silky sheets of your shared bed. You felt hot, watching his expression both contort and melt into satisfaction. Your hand was on him. Around him. Stroking slowly, testing each reaction he gave.

Euijoo tipped his head to the side, eyes blissfully shut, shirt half-undone and brunette hair a little messier than it was 20 minutes ago. The room was muggy now, hot and dimmed down to just a lamp that shone warm hues over the space. You, on the other hand, were fully clothed. Watching him.

And his unzipped jeans, twitching dick and shivering form. Truly, he was gorgeous like this. Usually so warm eyes now half-lidded and heavy. Bright smile worked down into parted and desperate panting.

"That feels good?" You whispered, hand sliding up–squeezing a little tighter at his leaking tip. Shock and pleasure shot up his spine, his eyes widening for a beat, lips trembling before a whimper slid past. A moan followed, ripped from his throat as you repeated the same motion. A soft squeeze, a twist of your palm.

"Dont.. stop.." Euijoo gasped back, his chest heaving a little faster, his hips twitching up and hand reaching for your wrist. His larger palm slid over your skin, hands a little clammy from gripping the wrinkled sheets.

His knees ached. His posture weak and voice hoarse.

"Please...Keep going.." A pause. Another groan yanked from his throat. Euijoo swallowed hard, his adams apple bobbing and eyes squeezing shut. Your hand sped up instinctively, the room around you filling with the absently sounds of sex. Sloppy touching. He practically humped into your hand in turn, heart racing and touch weak.

"Fuck fuck.."

You smiled slowly, leaning in to whisper.

"Tell me how good it is."

"Nah..ah..cant.. just...fuck." He sounded utterly ruined, his head tipping back and lips parting in softer moans. Repeated whines. Soft "please"'s followed by desperate cursing.

His hand flew up to his face, attempting to cover his expression despite your initial frown. His palm rested over his eyes, body hot and shuddering with each stroke you gave. It was cute, sure.. but you wanted to watch him fall apart. Watch him cry out your name and lose himself just from your fist.

"Youre doing so good... cmon, put your hand down." Coaxing him to melt further in your hold, you slid your free hand to his chest. Palming gently. Then to his neck. Euijoo tipped his head forwards again, cheeks hot and ears matching the soft red that dusted his sweaty skin. Nothing mattered. Not the crappy apartment you owned, not the messy sheets under you, or the stress of your job that constantly weighed you down.

He groaned another soft set of words, the electricity of it all gnawing at your spine and further making it harder to focus.

"I love it... fuck.." A pause, he gasped when you squeezed again. His hips jerked up, hands returning to the blanket behind him. "Just dont...stop."

So beautiful.

"Close..." He exhaled softly at first, repeating it after you cooed back a soft hum. The room died down, just the two of you. The sounds of his desperate whimpers and his achingly sensitive dick. It leaked down soft beads of precum, painting your thumb before you spread it down. With a few last strokes, each growing faster, he finally came.

"Mmnh! Gonna–..!"

Embarrassment and shame washed over him, his eyes squeezing shut, head tipped down and posture practically crumbling. Euijoo came hard, both hands gripping the wrinkled, expensive sheets. Repeated strings of white slid down your hands and eventually landed on his own lower torso, his dick sensitive and twitching a last few times in your grab. By the time you peered up, he was panting hard, eyes low and expression tainted with a certain warmth. An unreadable love.

He looked beautiful, in all honesty. Like a gift sent from God, his eyes sparking with that same softness he always held. Eyebrows relaxing and shoulders sagging slightly. Despite the sticky residue on both your hands and his lower torso, Euijoo bared a soft smile. His lips quirking up slowly. Happily.

Euijoo took a beat to push his hair from his face, the soft locks gentle over his hand, forehead sweaty and ears redder than before. Cute..

Then he leaned in, his hands sliding from the sheets up to your shoulders.

Wrapping around you, he pressed his face into your shoulder, muffling his heavy breaths as he came down from his high.

"You did so good.."

"....Thankyou.."

© all rights reserved to @/kytalityss, no reposts or translations permitted anywhere outside of this blog. all writings are human-made and self-written.