Prompt: your puppy accidentally bites you too hard
Content: smut! minors dni!! primarily fluff after the first few lines, blood, biting, puppy hybrid! taki, taki calls himself names, gentle reader, reassurance, service!taki(?) word count 500 ⋆˙⟡
Notes: i said puppy boy taki three times and spun in a circle and he did not appear :( blonde (or beige…) tak is soooo puppy coded
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Puppy!Taki who gets too lost in your tight heat, overwhelmed by his instincts and emotions and accidentally draws blood when he bites down on your shoulder too hard.
"I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean t-to!" He frantically babbled out, pulling away with the slightest amount of blood smeared on the corner of his mouth. "Please don’t be mad…"
You had felt the sting when he bit you, whining like you normally would any other time because you know Taki gets too eager, but you only realized you were bleeding when you sat up and looked to see the small bleeding wound where his teeth broke your skin. Taki’s panicked apologies poured over you as he pitifully pulled out, feeling undeserving of being inside of you.
"It’s okay…" You whispered. Sure you were flustered and, yes, the bite throbbed, but seeing your puppy all sad and in such distress ached more than any nip could.
Taki’s ears twitched forward cautiously as you wobbly patted his arm to comfort him. "...Really?" He whispered, hesitantly leaning into your touch, fully expecting you to scold him and shove him off the bed in disgust.
But when you didn't, his tail gave a hopeful wag at your reassuring words. Taki’s golden eyes were glassy with tears and regret, but slowly, some of the tension began to leave his shoulders.
Puppy!Taki still couldn’t control himself when he got emotional, so he lunged forward and buried his face into your neck. "I’m so sorry. I’m so stupid. Please don’t hate me." He mumbled into your skin between frantic wet kisses and licks he left across your neck and face. Your arms naturally clinged around his bare shoulders. Feeling how his entire body trembled with guilt over an accident really pulled the strings on your heart.
"I promise I’m not mad, Taki." You murmured softly, allowing your fingers to thread through his blond hair that stuck to his forehead before gently threading the fur at the base of his puppy ears. A tiny broken whine escaped him once your fingers made contact with that sensitive spot. "You’re too nice…" Taki mumbled, nuzzling against the soft skin of your hands before his puppy eyes, which were still shimmering with guilt, met yours, causing him to immediately melt at how earnestly you reassured him for hurting you.
And because Taki couldn’t help himself, he suddenly kissed you in a slightly messy, but achingly sweet way. He poured every ounce of love into it, relief at your forgiveness, and adoration for how kind you were despite everything. "Love you," He breathed against your mouth, pulling back to playfully brush his nose against yours.
Taki’s tail started wagging again, happy little swishes against the bedsheets unknowingly. "Love you so much." He repeated quietly, dazed and utterly smitten as the warmth of your skin and scent made him feel safe again.
need somebody to teach me about hybird universe werewolf stuff because euijoo was in fact in his rut during btl and i must write about it but i don’t actually know anything aside from a very vague understanding of knotting and alphajju real
The sky was perfectly dark, undisturbed, and star studded, dotted with a million twinkling specks as if glitter had spilled across the universe. Harua had dragged you to his favorite spot, a small hill on the outskirts of town where you could see everything without city lights blocking the view. It was quiet. Just the soft rustle of the grass and distant crickets chirping.
You sat cross legged beside him on the blanket, peacefully looking up at the stars while Harua laid on his back next to you, head resting on your legs right where your skirt ended.
Harua wasn’t stargazing.
Instead of staring at the cosmos above, he was staring at you.
His dreamy eyes were extra big tonight under the moonlight, downturned lashes casted little shadows as he watched every tiny movement you made. How your eyes blinked up trying to find constellations. The soft rhythm of your breathing…
A small dimpled smile formed on his face as he reached up to tap your chin, widening when you blinked down at him in surprise. "Hey." That voice came out softer than usual under the open sky. Harua brushed a loose strand of your hair behind your ear before his fingers lingered just a second longer than necessary near your cheek. He pushed himself up slightly on one elbow, his warm breath ghosted over your lips that made your breath hitch and cheeks warm instantly before he leaned in.
It was a sweet press of lips; soft and slow, a peck that lingered like the two of you had all night. His mouth moved against yours gently as he cupped the side of your face with one hand. Warm and tender. And just so Harua. Gentle but confident.
When he pulled back just an inch, your lips stayed slightly parted, still tingling from the softness of it. His dark eyes blinked and searched your closed ones for a reaction, which, clearly you were waiting for more in a silent, patient manner.
The boyish smile on Harua slowly faded as tilted his head slightly before kissing you again– a little deeper this time. His tongue barely slipped past your lips as a shy brush against yours to test. One hand remained cradling your face while the other casually slid around your back, pulling you forward just enough so you could lean into him with straining. You were still sitting cross legged, but now he was half upright, his knees slightly curled up as he kissed you under the sea of stars.
Your own hands instinctively lifted to rest on both sides of Harua’s velvety face, fingers delicately threading into the soft strands of his black hair as you kissed him just as sweetly… clumsily once a tiny, breathy giggled escaped past your lips.
The sound of your light laughter made Harua’s lips twitch once again into a smile. A soft ‘hmph’ vibrated between you two as you both giggled quietly into each other’s mouths now. Small bursts of laughter muffled by one another’s lips while you continued kissing anyway, completely refusing to pull away. The moon was now a witness to a joyful mess between two lovesick dorks whose noses bumped awkwardly as they kept trying to press their lips together.
Each little giggle made Harua press closer, smiles squishing together until it became a cycle of sweet kisses interrupted by quiet puffs of laughter. Both of your shoulders shook as amusement bubbled up from how pure this moment was. The two of you were making out between stifled laughs like dumb teenagers who just discovered kissing for the first time. The stars kept shining above as if they were gleeful too.
yo can you write smth for whiny sub jo as your fine fwb and sucking him off in the back of the uni library and edging him bc you got mad at him
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Paring: asakura jo x reader
Prompt: giving jo head in the library
Content: smut! minors dni!!! made w/ fem reader in mind, oral (m receiving), public sex-ish? teasing reader, edging, subby jo, word count 400 ⋆˙⟡
Notes: hi friends :( life has been super crazy with school and my family and getting promoted at work but i’ve missed writing and i’ve missed you all
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The bookshelf digs into Jo’s back with every tiny shift as one large hand is clamped over his mouth to muffle any embarrassing sounds and the other hand grips one of the shelves level with his pelvis. Every muscle in his body is taut with tension. Face flushed and lips bitten to stifle pathetic whimpers every time you take him deeper.
Below him, your soft lips wrapped around his cock move with meticulous cruelty as your warm mouth moves in tortuously slow strokes.
Tears sting behind Jo’s eyelids from sheer frustration. He hasn’t been allowed to finish since you started this hours ago (or so it feels). Over what? Over him pushing back your lessons so he can tutor another dumb girl who’s on the brink of failing just because his professor asked him to? You wanted to punish him for that. So, you’re taking your sweet time to make sure he regrets it.
“P-Please,” He chokes out your name in a high and desperate voice. “I… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” His thighs tremble when you hollow your cheeks for a particularly intense suck.
A high-pitched whine escapes him when your lips suddenly slide off his dick just as he was about to tip over that edge. His face crumples into a pitiful expression and his hips jerk forward on instinct like a pathetic plea for your mouth again. But you don’t give it to him. Instead, your fingers trace teasing circles along his inner thigh while you watch him squirm with those purposefully innocent eyes.
“Aww, poor Jojo…” You softly coo at him, brushing his knee through fabric with your thumb. “You look so pretty when you’re sad like this.” Your words send a jolt of humiliation to his dick, because there’s an unbearable thrill that he likes that you like seeing him like this.
Jo’s lower lip juts out in a pout, the most pathetic thing he’s ever done. Tears finally spill over, streaking down his face, making him look wrecked and overwhelmed with need.
Just when he whimpers for more, you lean in again... only to press a single teasing kiss to his sensitive pink tip before pulling away completely. Your thumb swipes over his leaking slit provokingly while watching his entire body tense up in frustrated anticipation.
everybody, i am working hard on all of your requests!! i am going to close them by the end of the week so i can take my time organizing all of them and figure out the posting pattern🙂↕️
a lot of the requests were jo asks this time… and two of them involved getting freaky with him in the library which im super excited to start writing about. i plan on combining the two requests since they were essentially the same.
im lacking in harua and yuma asks!! please send all your ideas my way,, hard or soft thoughts!
hi i really love your work! Can you write sfw and nsfw thoughts for jo from &team just like ej. I love your writing style so much!! Its so gooood!!
Thank u for writing for &team
TREASURED TOKEN
Paring: asakura jo x reader
Prompt: boyfie jo
Content: fluff & smut! minors dni!! jo is shy, p in v, oral sex (m receiving), jo finishing in/on reader’s mouth and face, wordcount 850 ⋆˙⟡
Notes: AHH thank you so much you’re so kind!! thank you friends for you patience, it took me longer than i thought it would for me to get settled into my new school schedule and still going to work, so i appreciate everyone for waiting!
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⏾⋆.˚ Jo is deeply shy about affection, but that doesn’t stop him from craving it. He won’t initiate kisses often due to his timid nature. He lacks the nerve to interrupt your space with it, but he’ll linger just close enough for you to notice and patiently wait for you to commence something. You’ll be sitting next to each other talking about nothing in particular when you look up and find him already looking at your lips, gaze flicking away a second too late. He doesn’t pull back, but he doesn’t lean in either. He just stays there, breath shallow, cheeks faintly pink. The realization of his quiet pleading makes your chest warm. His eyes widen just slightly when you lean in, waiting for you to close the distance completely. When you kiss him, it’s gentle and unhurried. Jo quickly melts into the kiss, hands lifting uncertainly before settling at your sides. He exhales softly through his nose, relief and happiness mixing together in a way that’s almost embarrassing for him. His ears burn red whenever you tease him for obediently waiting.
⏾⋆.˚ Jo loves following your instructions to the letter, whether you’re giving playful commands or simple directions. If you tell him to move a heavy box, hold your hand, or wear something specific, he moves with a mixture of hesitation and eagerness, checking in with his gaze constantly to make sure he’s doing it right. His tall frame bends and adjusts to your whims, and he sometimes stumbles physically or emotionally, but his patience keeps him going. Even when you laugh at his flustered reactions or slightly exaggerate your cheeky commands, just to see how far he’ll go, he continues trying with quiet devotion, proving just how whipped and committed he is to making you happy.
⏾⋆.˚ Jo doesn’t mind when you test him a little. In fact, he finds it endearing. If you whine, complain, or drag your feet on purpose, he’ll let you get all your pouting out of your system before calmly saying, “Alright… come on,” and holding out his hand. He won’t argue or give in just to stop the teasing. He waits you out, knowing you’ll follow.
⏾⋆.˚ He loses all coordination whenever you initiate first, which is almost all of the time. When you slip your fingers into his hair near the back of his neck, his whole posture shifts. Gently tug him and he’ll makes a soft, involuntary sound and leans closer without even thinking. He whispers, “Please… do that again,” voice cracking with need he’s shy to admit.
⏾⋆.˚ He is so whiney when you suck him off. He melts almost instantly, his tall frame stiff at first before slackening into a shiver-filled mess as he sinks into the cushion. He’s trying to stay composed, but every movement you make has him gasping, biting his lip, and whimpering softly without realizing it. His hands twitch around your face he’s cradling, fumbling slightly as he hesitates whether to grip you or just hold still. He can barely speak, and the words that do come out are broken, quiet moans or soft, whining fragments: “Ah… oh… don’t stop…” His eyes are half-lidded, glossy, blinking rapidly, flushed, and desperate, watching you with awe and need.
⏾⋆.˚ Jo prefers when you take him all the way. A ragged moan tears from his throat as warmth floods your mouth. For a split second, Jo forgets how to breathe entirely. It's pure instinct, his hips jerk forward as he chokes out an apology, hands flying up to cover his own burning cheeks in shame while his cock twitches against your lips. His entire body locks up after, trembling with mortification and lingering pleasure. "I-I didn't mean t-to..."
⏾⋆.˚ Jo gets vocal a in soft, breathy, desperate way. Jo lets out these broken little noises right against your ear. Gasps when you tighten around him. A trembling groan when you drag your nails down his back. Barely-there whimpers when you whisper his name. He tries to muffle the sounds by kissing your neck, but you can still feel each shaky breath against your skin. He keeps thrusting, deeper, needier, until he’s on the edge and shaking with the effort not to let go before you do.
⏾⋆.˚He can get messy without meaning to. He may want to mark you in a way that feels intimate by pulling out and watching his release streak across your chest because he thinks you’ll look sexy with his cum smeared on your tits. His hands are already sliding up to cradle your breasts when the first hot spurt hits your collarbone. Jo’s hips stutter wildly and a choked gasp escapes him when thick streaks land hot across your cheekbones instead, his entire body freezing in mortified disbelief. He stares at you for one horrifyingly silent second before scrambling to grab a towel. "Fuck—I'm so sorry," He rasps, frantically dabbing at your face with shaky hands. "I swear I didn't mean to—" All you can do is softly laugh at his clumsiness while reassuring him that it’s okay.
friends as of today, i have 221 followers and my first post has 700 likes☹️🫶this genuinely means so much to me and i thank everyone who interacts with my posts because i was so nervous to actually start posting because i didn’t think anyone would see it. i love you all and i wish you a late happy new year!
hii i hope u are well :) u can totally take your time with this request but could you do something with soft nicholas?? he’s on my mind nonstop and i love ur writing
SPLISH SPLASH
Paring: wang yixiang x reader
Prompt: nico bathes reader after a long day
Content: fluff! reader is taking a bath so she does not have clothes on but there is nothing suggestive, wordcount 900⋆˙⟡
Notes: hi tysm anon <3 this was written while i was sick and had a dream of laying down next to nico and i felt soo giddy when i woke up and began composing this🙂↕️
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The bathroom is warm and humid with steam by the time Nicholas turns the faucet down, testing the water with his wrist. Steam begins to curl toward the ceiling and lightly fog up the mirror as the tub fills. He adjusts the temperature to make it warmer while carefully eyeing your sleepy figure submerged in the tub with your knees brought up to your chest.
Your hair is twisted into a loose bun at the back of your head, a few strands already escaping. Nicholas fondly smiles at the sight before crouching in beside of you. He dips a cup into the bath and pours the hot water slowly over your shoulders, watching you visibly relax and your shoulders lowering as the warmth settles in.
"Your hair," He murmurs with his arm already reaching out. His large hands are gentle as he gathers the damp strands away from the water, tucking them securely back into your bun before pressing a kiss to your temple. The act is so domestic it makes something warm flutter in your chest.
His fingers trail down to massage your sore shoulders under the water in a careful and reverent manner which elicits a soft, contented noise from you at the feel of Nicholas’ hands kneading your shoulders, melting away the last lingering aches. Your lashes flutter sleepily as you tilt your head to rest against his forearm.
Nicholas stills for a moment when you lean into him. Then he adjusts, sliding closer so his forearm is a steadier place to rest, his other hand continuing its slow work beneath the water. The water laps softly against the porcelain as he moves, scooping and pouring more warmth over your shoulders whenever it begins to cool. Each motion is unhurried. There’s no sense of getting through this, no end point he’s rushing toward.
“You can stay like this for a bit,” he says quietly. “I’m not moving.”
The bathroom is quiet except for the faint slosh of water and the distant hum of the house settling. Steam beads along the mirror, blurring the halcyon scene in this small, enclosed space. Nicholas scoops another cup of water and pours it carefully over your back, mindful of your hair, mindful of everything.
Eventually, the water has cooled just enough and your body has gone pleasantly heavy with it. Nicholas silently admires your delicate state and how beautiful you look to him like this. He shakes his head fondly before reaching for a towel nearby. You feel his large hands gently run up and down your arm in a soothing manner before he softly taps your arm, letting you know it's time to get out.
Nicholas helps you uncurl from your position and stand carefully, his hands steadying your waist as you step out of the tub, water droplets cascading down your flushed skin. He wraps the soft towel around you immediately, bundling you up like some precious treasure.
He keeps a steady hand at your back as he guides you out of the bathroom, the warmth of the tub slowly giving way to cooler air. Throughout the short walk back to the bedroom, he’s blotting excess water from your arms and shoulders with quiet thoroughness, making sure you’re not chilled.
Upon entering, Nicholas guides you to the bed and sits you down on the mattress before carefully drying you once more. He reaches next to you for the pajamas he set aside before your bath and holds the fabric open, waits when you fumble a little, steadies you when you sway. It’s all done with the same calm patience he’s had all evening.
As soon as you're properly dressed, Nicholas tugs your hair free from its bun, combing through the damp strands with slow, steady movements. It should feel like such a routine thing. Something he's done dozens of times before. But there's something so intimate about watching him sit beside you on your bed like this, taking care of you in small ways that you never expect.
His expression softens when you look at him with those sleepy eyes, exhaustion practically radiating from them.
"Lie down," He whispers softly, gesturing towards the pile of pillows. Nicholas pulls the covers back and waits until you’re settled before climbing in after you.
You turn onto your side almost immediately, drawn toward him without thinking. He adjusts easily, one arm coming around your waist, the other resting where he can feel your breathing steady. His thumb moves in slow, absent strokes against your side.
"Thank you, Nico." You softly mumble as you curl closer into him.
Your body finally lets go of the last bit of tension it’s been holding onto. The day feels distant now, dulled and manageable in the quiet of the room.
Nicholas waits until your breathing evens out completely, until he’s certain you’re lost to dreams. Only then does he press his lips against the crown of your head in a lingering kiss, arms tightening around you just enough to feel the warmth of you against him.
The moonlight spills over both of you as sleep pulls him under quickly too. No matter how long the day has been, no matter how tired you feel, you’ll never have to carry it alone. Nicholas stays exactly where he is, content and watchful, the kind of presence that would never fade with him.
Hiii Daniii omg 👋🏻 could u do LET'S JUST GET MARRIED with Maki?? pls aaaand if you plan to do it with the other members, tag me please🙏🏻😋
LET’S JUST GET MARRIED
Paring: maus riki x reader
Prompt: married life with maki
Content: fluff! wordcount 820 ⋆˙⟡
Notes: chat i’m so sorry I’ve been gone for a little over two weeks, i fell terribly ill after being surrounded by several toddlers for multiple days back to back. suddenly christmas was only a few days away so i had to do last minute shopping while also getting things prepared for uni. i kindly ask for everyones forgiveness and thank you ivye and thank you all for your patience🫰ALSO reqs are opened again!! join taglist…!
⏾⋆.˚ Maki invites you out on a date in the most Maki way possible: straightforward, confident, but way too prepared. He sends you a neat little text the night before with vague details that just lets you know that he will be picking you up tomorrow for dinner. He forms it so casually that you don’t suspect anything. He always plans efficiently, he always wants things to go smoothly, so this feels no different.
⏾⋆.˚ He pretends he’s totally composed, but his tells are obvious to you. He keeps adjusting the cuffs of his shirt, keeps giving these little exhale-laughs that sound way too nervous for someone as confident as him. And every time your arm brushes his, he jolts like he forgot he’s hiding something in the inside pocket of his jacket.
⏾⋆.˚ After dinner, he brings you to a quiet botanical garden he secretly scouted it in advance, choosing a spot where the light hits just right in the evening. A spot he decided was the perfect spot because the privacy is guaranteed, and he knows you’ll look incredibly lovely in the greenery.
⏾⋆.˚ Maki’s speech is structured… until emotion derails him. He starts strong, clear, organized, like he practiced in front of the mirror. Why he loves you. What you mean to him. How you anchor him more than he ever expected. But the more he talks, the more his voice softens. The confident tone melts. His brows pinch, he huffs out a small, nervous laugh, and the last part of what he says comes out more like a whisper than a speech.
⏾⋆.˚ The manner of how he kneels is so smooth and natural with such deliberate certainty and ho hesitation. Just a steady drop to one knee, his expression open, vulnerable, hopeful. But the moment he looks up at you, his cheeks warm, and his eyes shine in a way that’s so boyishly earnest and with such puppy-like devotion.
⏾⋆.˚ When you say yes, whatever composure he has completely collapses. He lets out a shaky laugh, head dropping for a moment like the relief hits him full force. Then he stands and pulls you into his arms so firmly that your feet lift off the ground. He tucks his face into your shoulder, breathing you in, holding the back of your head in a protective, grounding manner that says more than any words could. And for a long moment, he just stays there, quietly overwhelmed.
⏾⋆.˚ Afterwards, he’s very clingy. He keeps your hand wrapped in his, thumb brushing the new ring with gentle pride as he swings your joined hands lightly. He leans close when you talk, letting his arm rest around your waist as your body naturally fits against his.
⏾⋆.˚ Every now and then, he presses a kiss to your cheeks or on the top of your head. “I’m gonna take care of you. Of us."
⏾⋆.˚ Maki is casually affectionate in a way that feels naturally fast. Hands on your waist as he passes, stealing your seat and pulling you onto his lap, talking about his schedule while weaving your presence into them. He’s attentive without hovering, playful without trying too hard, always nearby; leaning over your shoulder, commenting on what you’re doing, reaching out just to feel your touch.
⏾⋆.˚ Maki has this habit of standing in front of you with his eyes narrowing like he’s assessing you before he raises his fists and throws slow, exaggerated punches into the air around you. You don’t even flinch, you watch him sidestep and shadowbox with absolute seriousness while repressing a smile.
⏾⋆.˚ He is constantly touching you in small, unconscious ways; a hand resting on your knee, fingers absentmindedly twirling your hair, palm pressed briefly to your lower back as he guides you through a crowd. Maki naturally drifts closer to you, immediately crowding your space. Not to interrupt, just because that’s where he wants to be. If you tell him to give you a second because you’re preoccupied, he eases back just enough to behave, but his fingers idly tug on your sleeve to remind you that he’s still there.
⏾⋆.˚ This boy thrives off being useful to you. Carrying your things, fixing small problems, offering solutions, but he’s learned to just let you ramble and do his little commentary rather and taking your side while you retell stories from your day
⏾⋆.˚ It’s certain to say that being with Maki just feels easy. Living with Maki is louder than you expect, not chaotic, just full. He’s always doing something, fixing, organizing, just busy with his hectic schedule, then immediately getting distracted by you. There’s no mystery to how he feels. It shows up everywhere, in the way he automatically reaches for you, the way future plans already include your name, and the way his world seems to orbit a little closer around you.
he looks like such an insolent smartass. like an insufferably sarcastic nerd who would be mean while also being socially awkward and so pathetically inexperienced with girls despite acting so egotistical.
trust something will be written about this🙂↕️
also i wanted to show off my favorite juju pcs and my keychain :)
wooahhhh plz plz more bf!euijoo sfw & nsfw thoughts you write for him soooo welll!!!!!! 🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↔️🎀
PEARLY, PRETTY PRIZE
Paring: byun euijoo x reader
Prompt: boyfriend juju
Content: fluff & smut! minors dni!! fem!reader, reader is a bit bossy but ej loves it, shy juju, p in v, oral sex (f receiving), wordcount 900⋆˙⟡
Notes: thank you!! i really hope it’s obvious that this princess is my bias. all my thoughts are about him and once they come to my country, he will be coming home with me. mark my words.
⏾⋆.˚ He gets so content when you rely on him. If you tell him to carry either your purse, your drink, your jacket, he doesn’t complain. He holds everything like it’s precious, like he’s honored you trusted him with it. If you jokingly say “Good. You’re useful now." He goes pink but can’t stop smiling. He’ll walk a bit taller, shoulders squared, clearly pleased that he’s doing something for you.
⏾⋆.˚ When you push him around playfully, a tap to his chest, a light shove to make him move where you want, he goes along with it immediately… He loves when you guide him physically. A hand to his jaw, a tug to his shirt, your fingers curling around his wrist, he’ll follow wherever you direct him, gentle and willing.
⏾⋆.˚ When he sometimes asks you to repeat said because he was distracted, you look up at him dramatically and squint, he sighs like he’s exhausted. “Oh, here we go.” But the soft smile tugging at his mouth completely betrays him. “Can you hear me from all the way up there?” You tilt your head to the side. He rolls his eyes with exaggerated patience and leans down until your noses almost touch. “Better?” he asks softly, clearly pleased with himself. When you push his forehead away, he laughs seeing that he made you flustered.
⏾⋆.˚ If you pat the couch beside you, silently asking him to sit next to you, Euijoo practically drops into the seat, trying to look casual about how quickly he responded. His shoulders relax as soon as he’s close enough to feel your presence, and his knee lightly bumps yours, an accidental touch he doesn’t pull away from. When you nudge him with your foot and tease, “You’re behaving today,” His ears turn bright red. He tries to deny it. “I’m not… behaving, I’m just sitting…" Gosh he’s so cute.
⏾⋆.˚ Euijoo never asks out loud. Instead, he presses gentle, lingering kisses to your neck or shoulder, waiting for you to notice the way he’s breathing. If you tease, “You want something?” He freezes, knowing he’s been caught. After a second he nods, cheeks flushed. “…Only if you want to,” he says, voice small. You guide his chin up with your fingers, and he instantly leans into the touch.
⏾⋆.˚ Juju gets hard embarrassingly fast when you take control. The second you lightly push him back onto the mattress, his breath catches and his thighs tense. If you climb into his lap and grind down once, slow and deliberate, he lets out a shaky, helpless noise he tries and fails to bite back. He grips the sheets, trying to be respectful, trying not to touch you without being told. When you ask, “You’re already hard?” He covers his face with one hand, nodding with a humiliated little whine.
⏾⋆.˚ Euijoo’s sooo sloppy when he goes down on you. He starts off with careful and gentle kisses, tongue slow, testing what makes you react. But once you grab his hair and guide his head and he hears your stuttered gasps, he loses all restraint. He groans against you, the sound vibrating into you, and suddenly he’s licking you with messy enthusiasm, mouth wet, tongue deep, trying to give you everything at once. When you tug his hair harder, he moans into you so loudly it surprises even him. He laps at you for hours like a dog, ignoring your pleas for him to give you a break. He looks up at you with flushed cheeks, mouth swollen and shiny, fighting for breath. “Please— let me keep going— I want to make you come.”
⏾⋆.˚ Whenever you’re the one on top of him, moving your hips up and down his length at a gentle pace, and whisper something teasing against his ear, he gives these little gasps, almost like he’s trying to hold them back and failing. "You’re so sensitive tonight." You’ll murmur against his ear. He squeezes his eyes shut and presses his forehead to your shoulder, embarrassed but clearly affected. He brings his hands up your back and pulls you flush against him, thrusting up weakly like he’s begging for more contact.
⏾⋆.˚ Sometimes, he finishes too quickly when he’s too worked up, and it embarrasses him in such a sweet and flustered way. It usually happens on nights when he’s already been thinking about you for hours, his body buzzing with anticipation long before you even touch him. The moment he slips his cock into you, his breath hitches sharply, and he really tries to find a steady rhythm. But you wrap your legs around him, pull him deeper, whisper his name in that soft, breathy tone he loves, and his control crumbles almost instantly. His hips stutter, his body tenses, and he groans your name into your neck as he finishes far sooner than he meant to. His cheeks go red immediately, his breath shaky and apologetic as he presses his forehead to your shoulder. “I-I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to— you just felt so good...” But when you kiss him and tell him it’s okay, he melts, clinging to you like he’s grateful you’re not teasing him. And he always makes it up to you with his mouth, his hands, or a second round where he does his best to last longer.
Heyy! Touch with the lips & caught up in the race we’re both so good im glad there’s a new &team writer in town! I’ve been thinking about how K would feel watching his girl be all doting on the members and taking care of them like he does and being so in love with her and tbh it stirs something inside him seeing her maternal instincts and it get him thinking about their future and the thought of having their own kid for the both of them to take care of turns him on so much …👀 yeah. Suggestive or nsfw, completely upto you! I just couldn’t get this image of dominant yudai going all soft seeing her with the members UGH. Thanksss 🫶
LILIES SAID TO SPRING
Paring: koga yudai x reader
Prompt: k obsessed with his kind and nurturing girlfriend, he just has to put a baby in her
Content: smut! minors dni!! fem!reader, fluff in first half, freaky in second half, p in v, unprotected sex, lots of dirty talk, hand on throat but it’s gentle, breeding kink, swearing, k calls reader 'mama' like twice, mention of marriage at end, wordcount 1.4k ⋆˙⟡
Notes: tysm!!! i love love loved writing this. this was unfortunately one of the victim drafts that i had to restart almost the entire thing when my mac refreshed and i actually didn’t mean to make it this long… but thank you for your patience🫶
⏾⋆.˚ They all naturally gravitate towards you. On a walk, Fuma hangs back speaking quietly to you about a documentary he watched, something thoughtful and mature. You listen intently, ask sharp questions, and he visibly relaxes into the conversation, appreciating how you keep up with him intellectually. Nicholas, only a bit younger and more energetic, jogs ahead, then loops back to your side. “Should we get drinks after this?” he asks. You smile. “If you’ve got the energy, sure.”
⏾⋆.˚ When Yuma is teasing the younger boys too much, you’ll lightly flick his forehead with a “Be nice.” He instantly behaves. Kei’s lips pull into this tiny, involuntary smile. Seeing you handle them with gentle authority? It gets to him more than he’d ever admit.
⏾⋆.˚ Euijoo would be stretching on the floor between run throughs, clearly exhausted with his eyes barely open. You’ll kneel beside him and gently tilt his chin up so you can check if he’s overheating. You brush his hair back, feeling for warmth on his forehead. Kei sees the way Juju naturally leans into your touch. The way you check him like he’s your responsibility, and the way Euijoo trusts you without hesitation. You look like someone’s future mother in that moment, all steady, warm, and instinctive. It makes something low in Kei’s chest tighten.
⏾⋆.˚ Jo’s sitting alone after a rather harsh day, staring at the floor. You slip beside him, take his hand, and rub slow, comforting circles with your thumb. Kei’s cleaning up nearby, but when he sees that, everything slows in his chest. Jo isn’t easy to comfort since he can beat himself up too much at times. He resists softness unless it feels safe. You could do that to a child too, couldn’t you? Give them a place to hide and make them feel understood with just one touch.
⏾⋆.˚ You accompanied Harua and Kei to the mall to pick up a few things. Harua is inspecting new fragrances way too seriously. He sniffs one and recoils dramatically. You burst out laughing and take it from him. “No,” you say, wrinkling your nose. “Absolutely not.” You pick a different one cologne bottle and hold it out for him to try it. He sniffs it before widening his eyes and nodding approvingly. You smile like you just solved the world’s biggest dilemma. Kei notices how Harua looks genuinely happy that you helped him pick something. And something about that, how you care even in these stupid little moments, makes Koga’s chest feel too full.
⏾⋆.˚ You’re wrapping your cardigan around Maki’s shoulders because he’s loudly complaining about the cold again. Kei hears him saying “Thank youuuu” in that dramatic voice, but Koga’s attention isn’t really on Maki. It’s on you. The way you press the fabric into place… the way you run your fingers through his hair to shake out the static… the way you smile at him like he’s your little brother. He imagines you bundling your kid up like that before sending them out the door. The warmth that spreads through him is almost embarrassing.
⏾⋆.˚ The boys came over to hang out during a rare free morning, somehow turning it into an unplanned breakfast gathering. Taki’s trying to cook eggs but overthinks everything; temperature, seasoning, timing. You come up beside him, nudge your hip against his with a smile. “Relax. You’re not defusing a bomb.” You lightly tease before taking the spatula from him. You guide his hand once, then step back so he can try again. You’re not hovering, you’re not taking over, you’re simply just showing him the way. Kei leans against the counter, pretending to scroll his phone but really just listening to your voice, watching the way Taki loosens up around you and it stirs something in him that he can’t exactly call “innocent.”
⏾⋆.˚ The second you two clock out of operating your little daycare pampering the other members, Kei’s hands are all over your body as he eagerly moves his lips against yours. He seemed normal all day, you’re confused as to what suddenly got into him…
⏾⋆.˚ "You spoil them too much." He mumbles as he presses open mouthed kisses down your neck.
⏾⋆.˚ Not much time passes before both sets of clothes are discarded on the floor and Kei is hovering over you with your back against the mattress. He lines himself between your thighs as he drops his forehead against yours as if steadying himself. "Gonna fill this sweet pussy up so good."
⏾⋆.˚ When you whimper in such a tiny and needy manner, whatever restraint Kei had left snaps. He slams into you in one brutal thrust, groaning through gritted teeth when he feels your walls clamp around him. "Jesus," He rasps, staring down at where you're stretched obscenely around him, "You take me so fucking well." He rolls his hips experimentally. Just a shallow grind to watch how his size makes your head spin. "Gonna breed you right here. Make sure it takes."
⏾⋆.˚ He could see how overwhelmed you were in every little detail from your wide eyes to your trembling hands gripping on his muscled biceps a little too tightly. But he also knows just how much you can take. You've never asked him to stop. He places both of his large hands on your stomach, his thumb gently rubbing circles as he continues to burry himself deeper.
⏾⋆.˚ "Seeing you with them," Another brutal snap of his hips as he remembers how you fuss so sweetly over the people closest to him. "God— Just want to fill you up with my load so deep it’ll leak for days. Just watch how much this tight cunt can take while I call you 'mama'. You’ll fucking love it."
⏾⋆.˚ The room feels like it's closing in on you. Kei’s presence is overwhelming, and the way he's talking to you is making it hard to think straight. He's normally confident and cheeky but this is different. There's a possessiveness in his words, an undeniable need to claim you. It drives him wild to watch how turned on you are. Like there could be nothing better than being owned by his words.
⏾⋆.˚ "You'd let me," He pants, bringing up a hand around your neck squeezing lightly, "You’d let me put it so deep l'd be in your goddamn womb—" He lets out a ragged breath, "Then stuff you every night. Over and over again. You're so desperate for it, pretty girl." Your entire body feels like it’s short-circuiting due to his filthy words. It all makes something low in your stomach clench painfully tight.
⏾⋆.˚ "Fuck… Gonna let me come inside, hm? Gonna let me put a baby in you?" He rasps out. And when he sees your flushed face and that dazed look in your eyes as you weakly nod your head in response to his question, he grips your hips harder as he pistons his cock into you at harsher pace.
⏾⋆.˚ Kei’s hand slides between you both, thumb circling your clit with deliberate pressure. "Gonna make my shy girl come so hard she forgets her own name." The way your eyes flutter shut as the rest of your body gives a telling little shudder doesn’t go unnoticed. He grins at that, his lips brushing your cheek lightly. "That's it," He murmurs, voice dropping into something even rougher. "Just let me take care of you, mama..." There it is. That word again. Something about him calling you that was seriously…
⏾⋆.˚ His heart thrashes against his ribcage when you whimper out his name, indicating that you’re close. Your voice is so weak and vulnerable, so wrecked. It's driving him wild.
⏾⋆.˚ "Yeah?" He grinds deeper, dragging the head of his dick against that sweet spot inside of you with uneven rolls of his pelvis against yours. "Let me feel how bad this pretty girl wants it." His thumb presses harder by that small area where you two meet in rough circles, unrelenting until he feels those walls clamp around him, until your orgasm flows out onto his cock while you feel his hot and thick release spread inside of you.
⏾⋆.˚ Kei grunts as he collapses on top of you, his head dropping onto your shoulder as his bangs stick to his sweaty forehead. He's panting and shaking, feeling like he just ran a damn marathon. He's never felt this boneless in his life before. He presses a string of soft kisses to your shoulder. "Jesus Christ," He mutters, breathless, "I need to marry you."
Loooving the just get married series, it's so cute!! 🥹 And as a Nico girly I *desperately* need his iteration of it 🫠
LET’S JUST GET MARRIED
Paring: wang yixiang x reader
Prompt: married life with nico
Content: fluff! wordcount 870 ⋆˙⟡
Notes: hooray!! i’m glad people are enjoying this series and im so grateful for the anon that sent in the original request for it🙂↕️i’m having a lot of fun writing these and trust i have the other members’ version in my drafts
⏾⋆.˚ Nicholas treats the whole day like a secret mission he’s been dying to pull off. He pretends he’s “Just helping you get ready for a cute date,” but he keeps tossing you clothes over his shoulder with this little smile like he knows something you don’t. Every time you question him why he’s being weirdly picky, he just shrugs and says, “What? I like when you look pretty,” before walking away.
⏾⋆.˚ He tries to act normal, but he’s buzzing. He keeps pacing in and out of the room, holding his breath in his cheeks, smoothing his shirt, tapping the pocket where the ring is hidden like it might make a run for it. Every now and then he freezes, remembering it’s there, and then shakes out his hands like he’s trying to dispel nerves.
⏾⋆.˚ He picks a spot he’s always loved sharing with you; a garden path tucked behind an old café you two frequent. It’s not grand, but it means something. And best of all… it gives him room to add his own playful touch. He leaves subtle traces of his personality. Unevenly hung lanterns or a tiny doodled sign that says 'come here :)' When he brings you there, his only focus is your face more than the scenery. He’s practically glowing when you start laughing at the crooked lantern or cooing at the silly little sign. That’s all he wanted, to create a place that made you feel held, loved, and completely wrapped in who he is.
⏾⋆.˚ When the moment comes, he tries to deliver his speech with confidence… and fails instantly. His voice cracks on the first sentence, and he immediately groans and hides his face for a second before trying again. He starts getting sidetracked and becomes super talkative. Rambling. Making jokes to hide how shaky his hands are. He holds both of yours, thumbs brushing your knuckles way too fast, and the whole time he keeps giving these little half-smiles because he’s losing the battle between nerves and affection. He keeps laughing nervously, rubbing the back of his neck, and you can see his usual mischievous demeanor melting into pure, terrified sincerity.
⏾⋆.˚ You can’t stop smiling because he’s so adorably flustered. He keeps starting over, stopping, going “No, wait—okay, okay, I got it this time,” only to mess up again. But every stumble feels honest, every soft laugh is full of love. When you say yes, before he even finishes his rambling, Nicholas just freezes, eyes wide, like he’s giving you time to take it back. And when you don’t? He breaks into the brightest grin he’s ever worn before practically tackling you into a hug.
⏾⋆.˚ The rest of the night, Nicholas keeps laughing under his breath every time he looks at you, kissing your cheeks, your nose, your forehead all while muttering how much he loves you. He keeps lifting your hand to admire the ring, proudly announcing that he knew you’d look good in it. And the whole time he just can’t stop smiling at you like he’s convinced he just won the universe.
⏾⋆.˚ Nicholas has a way of noticing the smallest things you are interested in and joins your curiosity fully, not because he feels he has to, but because he genuinely wants to understand your world. Whatever it is, he immerses himself, asking thoughtful questions that show he’s paying attention
⏾⋆.˚ Nicholas never wakes up before you. Not once. Most mornings, you’re awake while he’s still facedown in the pillow, one arm thrown over his head like he’s trying to block out the entire world. His hair is a mess, his breathing slow and uneven in that way that means he’s almost awake but refusing to commit. When you brush your fingers over his bare shoulder to make him get up, he’ll groan and mumble "Don’t." Yikes. His brow knots like waking up is a personal attack, but his eyes crack open just enough to find you. The second he sees you, some of that irritation melts. Not all of it, he’s still grumpy. But he roughly pulls you back down, your body flush against his bare chest and he closes his eyes again, making you late.
⏾⋆.˚ You’ll be talking about something ordinary, and he’ll suddenly go quiet. Not spaced out, just focused. His eyes trace over your features like he’s silently cataloging every detail. When you ask, “What?”, he smiles that slow, disarming smile and reaches out and tucks your hair behind your ear with this slow, thoughtful touch. “Nothing… you just look really pretty when you talk.” Then he returns to the conversation like he didn’t just derail your entire nervous system.
⏾⋆.˚ It’s surprisingly easy to live with Nicholas. He listens—really listens—to whatever you say, absorbing every detail like it matters. He never makes things complicated; he just falls into step with you, adjusting, accommodating, quietly choosing whatever keeps your world steady. He doesn’t make a show of it, but you can see the way his shoulders relax when something makes you smile, like your happiness settles something in him. This whipped boy cannot wait to spend tomorrow with you and every day after that with you.
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