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⠀⠀ ROOMMATE WANTED ⠀⠀⠀ ❤︎ㅤ ⠀⠀⠀ hyung line

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒， after your rent suddenly skyrockets, you desperately accept a cheap room in an apartment shared by ej and his three friends—k, fuma, and Nicholas. You move in the same day.

at first they seem nice enough, but the masks quickly slip. your favorite panties start to go missing, someone’s laptop is left open to the most depraved hentai you’ve ever seen, one roommate has zero concept of personal space, another fucks his hookups so loud the headboard slams against your wall (you’re convinced he’s doing it on purpose), and the last one has no respect for your or his privacy—giving you far too many unwanted close-ups of him jerking off.

rent's cheap… but you’re starting to realize you might be paying for more than you can handle

❪ MASTERLIST ❫ ✶ roommate!hyung line x f!r 12k wc⠀→ pure filthy smut but with plot! ░ dub con, non con elements, fuma's a bit depraved, dom!hyungline, ej is a pervert!!!, panty stealing, sub!reader, free use, spit roasting, gang bang, unprotected p in v, light choking, oral (m. & f. rec), praise kink, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, creampie, dacryphilia, overstimulation (m. & f. rec), come swallowing (m. & f. rec), degradation, bulge kink, spit kink, missionary, use of pet names, face fucking, nipple play, fingering, unprotected sex (bad!!!!), marking, man handling, double penetration, choking, cumplay tit job, tit play, blowjob, handjob, cunnilingus, mean doms!, rough sex, recording, aftercare, somnophilia, size kink, reader is short, edging, pussy slapping, lots of sex (in every place, in every possible position), squirting, name calling, dry humping/grinding, marking, two faced ej & fuma, morally grey hyung line.

chapter : one , two , three , four , five

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REBLOG FOR  ⁠❤︎ㅤ  A KISS

Your rent went up again.

Your landlord had the absolute gall to send you an email at 4:30 in the morning: “Due to market adjustments, your monthly rent will increase by $450 starting next month.” You stared at the number until the words blurred. That was half your paycheck after bills. You'd already been stretching every dollar, skipping meals some weeks, and now this. 

That same night, you invited your friend Yuma over, your voice shaky as you paced your tiny studio.

“Yuma… I genuinely don’t know what to do. They raised it again. I can't afford this anymore! I'm going to end up homeless!”

"Don't panic, god," Yuma muttered. He took a long sip of his soda, the straw slurping loudly in the otherwise quiet room, then let out a long, tired sigh. His sharp, cat-like eyes watched you with a mix of concern and mild exasperation. “Seeing you freak out like this is making my head hurt."

“Listen—I might have a solution. My friend Euijoo owns this big apartment with three other guys. The rent is stupid cheap because they split it five ways now. They've been looking for a fifth roommate for a while. The place is decent, and clean-ish, and I know you might be worried because it's 4 guys, but trust me, Ej is the kindest person you’ll ever meet. He's super nice and responsible. The others are chill too, I think K, Fuma, and Nicholas are there names. want me to text Euijoo for you?”

You were desperate. You said yes without thinking twice.

Within two days, you were hauling your suitcases up the stairs with the help of Yuma. 

Ej is quick to greet you, he stands there in the doorway—tall, broad-shouldered, with that soft, kind boyish smile you’ve seen in the few photos Yuma had shown you. His brown hair falls slightly over his eyes, which are covered by thin-framed glasses. He’s wearing a light grey sweater, which hangs lazily off his thin body, and baggy light blue, ripped jeans that hang a bit low. low enough for you to catch sight of the brand of boxers he wears. “You must be the new roommate,” he says warmly, voice gentle and a little deep. “I’m Euijoo, but you can call me Ej if you want. Come in, come in—Yuma told me you were coming today. Is he with you?”

“Oh no, he just left. helped me bring my suitcases up, though. He said his roommate started a fire in their kitchen.” You shrug, dragging your suitcases past him and into the surprisingly spacious living room. It's cleaner than you expected for an apartment inhabited by 4 boys. The place smells faintly of cologne, laundry detergent, and something warmer, almost sweet. Sunlight pours through the large window, making the walls turn golden. It's far nicer than your old studio.

His eyes flick over you for just a second too long before he smiles again. “Must’ve been Jo. He's not the best cook. Anyway, your room’s down the hall, first door on the left. We cleared it out yesterday. You have your own bathroom, but feel free to use ours if needed. The water pressure in yours can be a bit off.” 

Before you can thank him, two more figures appear from the kitchen.

One is lean and sharp-featured, with blonde hair falling over his rough-featured face, wearing a black tank top, low-slung black sweatpants that show off the chrome hearts logo, and a silver chain. He eyes you up and down with a slow, lazy smirk. “So this is the new girl. I’m Nicholas."

The other one is maybe an inch or two taller, broader in the chest, with dark hair and a soft gaze. He's in a tight white shirt that shows that he definitely goes to the gym. “Fuma,” he says simply, voice deep and a bit raspy, gaze lingering on your legs before he nods once. 

“Ah, yeah!” Ej’s voice raises slightly, still holding that sweet and gentle tone, “K isn’t here. He works a lot, so he’s rarely around. But you’ll probably get to meet him tomorrow.”

He shifted his weight, arms crossing over his broad chest as he gave you a small, reassuring smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes the way it had earlier.

You force a smile, trying to ignore the way the air suddenly feels heavier. “Thanks again for letting me move in so fast. I really appreciate it. I needed this.”

“No problem,” Ej says, that kind smile still in place as he grabs two of your heavier suitcases like they weigh nothing. “Let me help you get settled.”

He leads you down the hallway, the others watching you go.

Your new room is small but cute—the movers had already placed the larger items from your previous studio in it. The big window with a decent view catches your eye first, a beautiful view of Tokyo shining into your room. Ej sets the suitcases down and lingers in the doorway for a moment.

“If you need anything… anything at all,” he says softly, eyes warm, “just knock on my door. I’m right across the hall.”

He gives you one last gentle smile before closing the door behind him.

You exhale, finally alone. Maybe this won’t be so bad.

That illusion lasts exactly five hours.

You’re unpacking when you hear it.

The first moan is low, muffled through the wall—coming from the room that sits next to yours. then another, louder. a girl’s voice, breathy and desperate.

thud. thud. thud.

The headboard starts slamming against the shared wall between your room and his. rhythmically. Hard.

You freeze with a folded shirt in your hands.

“Oh fuck—nicho!—right there—”

The moans get louder, wetter. The sound of the bed creaking violently spills in through the thin walls. You can hear the sound of skin slapping skin, the girl crying out every time the headboard hits your shared wall. The noises are so loud that you can even hear them over the music blasting in your headphones, but you don't say anything. You simply turn the music up and try to ignore the obscene noises from next door.

Twenty minutes later, when the girl finally leaves (you hear the front door close), Nicholas walks past your open door shirtless, sweat glistening on his chest, sharp gaze upon you, face remaining still as if he hadn’t been blowing someone's back out just minutes ago.

He pauses, just for a second, before leaning against your doorframe.

“Need help with anything?” he asks innocently, voice soft. His eyes drop. curse him for being extremely attractive, you think. eyes trailing over the sharp lines of his abs, the deep V-line disappearing under the waistband of his black Chrome Hearts boxers.

“N-no, I’m good,” you mumble.

He just nods, still smiling. “Cool. dinner’s in an hour if you want to join us. gonna order pizza.”

The first night passed in uneasy fragments of sleep; it’s not like you weren't tired—you were exhausted, but every creak in the apartment made you tense. The headboard incident from Nicholas’s room still echoed in your mind, but after he’d casually invited you to pizza as if nothing had happened, the rest of dinner had been… normal. almost too normal. Ej kept refilling your water with that gentle smile. Fuma spoke in short, low sentences but offered you the last slice without a word. Nicholas joked about how bad Tokyo traffic is while sprawled on the floor, his shirt still missing, but he never once looked at you for longer than a second.

You told yourself it was just first-day jitters. You were overthinking it. They were guys, of course, there would be situations like that. The rent was cheap. You could handle mild awkwardness if it meant not being homeless.

That’s what you told yourself. 

The morning light filtered through your thin pink curtains, painting golden stripes across the boxes you still hadn’t unpacked. Your phone read 7:42 a.m. Your stomach growled, pulling on an oversized hoodie and loose shorts—nothing revealing—you padded barefoot toward the kitchen, hoping to slip in and out quietly.

The scene that greeted you was unexpectedly domestic.

EJ stood at the stove in a plain white t-shirt and gray sweatpants, rolling eggs into gyeran-mari with careful precision. His brown hair was still sleep-mussed, glasses perched on his nose. he looked up when you entered and offered that same soft, boyish smile from yesterday.

“Morning. Sleep okay? The walls here are pretty thin. Sorry if you heard anything last night.”

Your stomach twisted. He said it so casually, like he was apologizing for a noisy neighbor instead of his roommate’s loud, explicit hookup that echoed through the shared wall. You forced a small laugh.

“Oh yeah, it’s fine. I had headphones.”

Ej nodded, eyes crinkling kindly behind his lenses. “Good. We try to keep it down, but Nicholas gets… enthusiastic.” he plated two slices of gyeran-mari and slid them toward you with a fork. “Here. consider it an apology breakfast for Nicho’s behavior. 

You murmured a small thanks and took the plate, perching on one of the mismatched barstools at the counter. The kitchen was surprisingly well-stocked for four guys: fresh vegetables in the fridge, containers labeled in a mix of Japanese characters and hangul littered around the kitchen. A bottle of Taiwanese chili sauce sat near the stove, next to a half-empty jar of gochujang that had clearly seen frequent use.

Fuma appeared next, broad shoulders filling the doorway. He wore a tight black compression shirt that clung to the gym-honed chest you’d noticed yesterday, along with black shorts. He mumbled a quiet “good morning” in that deep, raspy voice, then opened the fridge and pulled out a protein shake without looking at you directly.

But when he shook the bottle, his gaze flicked to your bare legs where they dangled from the stool. just for a second. then to Ej.

“Going to the gym. Need me to pick anything up on my way back?”

EJ wiped his hands on a dish towel, thinking for a moment. “We’re low on eggs and milk. maybe some more rice if you see the kind we normally get—and grab whatever snacks you want. new roommate might like something sweet after all the moving stress.”

Fuma’s eyes shifted to you again—brief, unreadable—before he nodded once. “Got it,” as he turned to leave, his broad frame passed close behind your stool. The fabric of his compression shirt lightly brushed your shoulder, warm from his body heat. He didn’t apologize or acknowledge it.

Nicholas finally shuffled in a few minutes later, yawning widely, hair sticking up in every direction. he was shirtless again, black sweatpants slung dangerously low. The silver chain dangling around his neck caught the morning light as he scratched his stomach absently.

“Juju, cooking? wow. He must like you, roomie.” he reached over and stole a piece of egg from the edge of your plate with his fingers, popping it into his mouth with a grin. “You look like you actually slept. Headphones must be noise-canceling.” his tone was playful and carefree. 

You shifted on the stool. “They’re decent.”

EJ signed, swatting Nicholas’s hands from your plate before shoving his own plate towards him. “Be nice, Nicho. She just got here. don’t scare her off before the week is over.”

You kept your gaze on your food, cutting another small bite of the gyeran-mari. It really was good—fluffy, perfectly seasoned. Ej was watching you with that same kind, eye crinkling smile, waiting for your reaction.

“It’s delicious, Euijoo,” you said quietly. “Thank you.”

Ej’s shoulders relaxed a little, as if your approval mattered. “Glad you like it. I can make it again tomorrow if you want. Or try something else—I know how to cook some Japanese dishes too.”

Fuma had already disappeared down the hallway toward the front door, gym bag slung over one broad shoulder. The apartment felt a fraction less crowded without his quiet, heavy presence, but the air still hummed with the low energy of the three remaining men.

Nicholas finished his water and set the glass down with a soft clink. “I’m gonna hop in the shower. " Don’t miss me too much,” he teases, before sauntering off towards the bathroom. Ej chuckles softly, picking up Nicholas’s now-empty plate and turning to the sink. “He grows on you. eventually,” he sighs, turning on the water and grabbing a sponge. “If the noise from his room keeps bothering you, we can switch rooms. mine’s on the other side of the apartment. quieter.”

You shook your head quickly, waving both your hands. “No, no, it’s okay. really. I don’t want to cause any trouble.”

“It’s not trouble,” ej said gently, his voice warm and reassuring. He adjusted his glasses, brown hair falling slightly over his eyes. “We want you to feel comfortable here. That’s the whole point of splitting rent five ways—everyone gets a good deal and a good home.”

The way he said it sounded so sincere. His eyes met yours for a long moment, soft and earnest behind the thin frames. Then he smiled again and went back to washing the plate, humming a quiet tune.

You finished eating and rinsed your plate, placing it carefully in the drying rack. As you turned to leave the kitchen, EJ’s hand brushed your lower back—light, guiding, the same polite gesture he’d used yesterday when showing you to your room.

“Careful, the floor might be slippery. I spilled something and had to clean it. It might still be a bit wet,” he murmured. His fingers lingered just a second longer than strictly necessary before pulling away. “Have a good shift at work today. text the group chat if you need anything—train directions, umbrella if it rains, whatever.” You paused, brows furrowing for just a second before relaxing. You hadn’t mentioned your job schedule yet, but you just chalked it up to Yuma, who must’ve told them. “Thanks… yeah, it’s a long one today. café closes at 9.”

Ej nodded, that kind smile never wavering. “We’ll save you some dinner if you’re late. leftovers heat up easily.”

You changed into your work uniform—a simple black polo and dark jeans—and headed out, the morning Tokyo streets already buzzing. Your shift at the small café in Shibuya was familiar: endless orders, steaming milk, wiping tables, sore feet by hour four. The pay was mediocre, the tips inconsistent, but it kept you afloat. well—before.

With your new living situation, things felt a little lighter. more manageable. You didn’t have to count every coin anymore.

So today, instead of settling for a single fruit sando from the convenience store, you let yourself splurge—ordering a warm, filling katsu curry, the kind that actually made the long shift feel a bit worth it.

When you dragged yourself back to the apartment around 9:30 p.m., exhausted and smelling faintly of coffee and vanilla syrup, the place was warmly lit.

EJ appeared in the hallway almost immediately, wiping his hands on a towel. eyes turning into crescent moons as he greeted you, he was in another soft sweater, sleeves pushed up, glasses slightly askew. “Hey, you’re back. long day?”

You nodded, taking off your shoes, carefully placing them next to someone's Rick Owens—probably Nicholas’s, remembering back to the photos Yuma had shown you. “Yeah. busy rush tonight.”

He smiled softly. “We saved you a plate—bulgogi and rice. Fuma picked up some extra side dishes on his way back from the gym.” His eyes flicked over your tired frame, lingering on the way your shoulders slumped. “Go sit. I’ll heat it for you.”

Before you could protest, he was already moving toward the kitchen. You followed wearily and sank onto the couch in the living room. Nicholas was sprawled on the floor, playing a game on his phone, shirtless as per usual. He glanced up with that lazy smirk.

Fuma sat in the armchair, legs spread wide, soft sounds emanating from the switch in his big hands. He gave you a quiet nod, dark gaze resting on you for a beat longer than casual. 

K wasn’t home yet—still at one of his late training sessions, EJ explained when he brought your warmed plate. The bulgogi was perfectly reheated, savory, and tender. You ate gratefully while the others kept the conversation light: Nicholas complaining about losing a game, Fuma showing you the Pokémon he just caught, and of course, EJ refilling your water with that gentle, reassuring presence. You wondered if it would always be like this. 

When you finished, EJ took the plate without being asked. “Nicholas’s will wash this.” Before the blonde boy could protest, EJ shot him a glare before continuing. “You should rest. shower’s free—the big one has better pressure after a long day on your feet.”

You thanked him and headed to your room to grab clothes. As you passed the laundry area, the washing machine was running again. Ej’s voice floated from the kitchen: “If you have work clothes that need washing, just leave them out. I do a load most nights.”

The offer was practical. kind, even. So you said yes, not thinking anything of it. 

The next morning, you woke to the sound of your alarm and the faint smell of coffee drifting down the hall.

When you shuffled into the kitchen in your sleep shorts and hoodie, K was finally there.

He was taller than you expected—easily over 185 cm—soft, youthful face with gentle features. This was the 28-year-old? god, did he look young. He wore a black tank top that clung to his broad shoulders and gym shorts that did nothing to hide the thick muscle in his thighs. 

He was standing at the counter, pouring himself a protein shake, when his gaze slid over to you.

“Morning,” he said, smoothly, and he gave you a gentle smile. EJ appeared right behind you, carrying two mugs. “Ah, you met K. He got in late last night.” he set one mug in front of you, “I made you matcha.”

When did you tell him you liked matcha? 

You didn’t. You were sure of it. But you decided to let it go; maybe you had forgotten. Maybe Yuma had mentioned it when he set this up. Or maybe you’d said something half-asleep during dinner last night and just didn’t recall. It was fine. EJ was just… thoughtful. That was all.

So you never questioned these small things.

For the first two weeks, your laundry is returned by EJ without incident. Everything comes back clean, folded, exactly as expected—until one day, a pair of pale pink panties is missing. You don’t mention it to anyone, brushing it off as one of those small, annoying mysteries, convincing yourself the washing machine must have eaten them. But it keeps happening. a lacey black pair, a soft pastel blue pair with a bow in the middle, and even a plain white cotton pair adorned with cute bunnies.

You find one pair, though, folded neatly on top of the dryer, smelling faintly like his detergent… and something else.

When you mention it casually at dinner, whispering it to EJ, he tilts his head, that gentle smile in place, brown eyes soft behind his glasses.

“Laundry mix-ups happen a lot here,” he says kindly. “If anything of yours ends up missing again, just ask. It might've ended up with one of us.”

He says it so sweetly, it almost sounds innocent. That’s why you simply let it go. 

You stand up to rinse your plate, when K’s slim but well-defined frame is suddenly right behind you at the sink. His chest brushes your back as he reaches over you to grab a glass from the top shelf. You felt the heat of him, smelled the musky, dry, woody aroma of his cologne. He didn’t apologize for crowding you.

You froze, plate still in your hands under the running water. shifting on your feet, as he stands there, tall body caging you against the counter for a long second. His free hand rested lightly on the edge of the sink beside your hip, close enough that his forearm brushed your side.

And then you felt it.

the unmistakable, heavy outline of his cock pressing against the upper curve of your ass.

It was thick—even through the thin material of his gym shorts and your sleep shorts, you could feel the weight and the slow, deliberate twitch as it nestled firmer against you. not fully hard, but definitely not soft. 

He didn’t say anything. he simply reached a little higher for the glass, his hips shifting just enough to let his heavy cock drag slowly along your ass—one lazy, unhurried stroke—before he finally stepped back with the glass in hand.

“Excuse me,” his voice soft, steady—that gentle smile still on his face when you peek over your shoulder. His eyes were soft, almost innocent, as if nothing had happened. As if his half-hard length hadn’t been pressed against the flush of your ass.

You told yourself it was an accident.

Just like the missing panties.

All of it.

You kept repeating it like a quiet mantra every time another small thing happened.

The next morning was no different than the last.

You shuffled into the kitchen in your sleep shorts and hoodie. The matcha was already waiting on the counter, the smell of steamed rice and miso soup filling the air. ej shot you that soft, almost shy smile as he pushed his glasses up his nose. “Morning, y/n.”

K stood nearby, pouring his protein shake. When you moved to the sink to rinse your empty mug, he stepped in behind you without a word. ‘Again?’ you thought, his tall frame crowded the small space, chest lightly brushing your back as he reached for a spoon from the drawer beside you. the warm, solid press of his body, and then—just for a heartbeat—the heavy, half-hard weight of his cock resting against the upper curve of your ass through his thin gym shorts. It twitched once, slow and subtle, before he grabbed the spoon and stepped away as if nothing had happened.

You quickly stepped away from the sink, cheeks still faintly warm, and sat back down at the counter to finish your breakfast. Ej slid a fresh bowl of miso soup toward you, the steam curling gently between you both.

Before you could even pick up your spoon, Nicholas leaned over and stole a forkful of your scrambled eggs, flashing you a cheeky grin. EJ immediately scolded him in that gentle, fond way of his, reaching over to lightly smack the back of Nicholas’s hand with a pair of chopsticks. “Leave her food alone, you gremlin.”

The kitchen filled with their familiar bickering and soft laughter again, the easy rhythm of morning chaos wrapping around you like a blanket. So you tried to let it pull you back in, not to let the strange tension from your moment with K linger in your chest… but the faint heat on your cheeks refused to fade completely.

Fuma was sitting in the armchair across the living room, legs spread wide in his usual relaxed posture, switch held loosely in his big hands. When the conversation lulled, he glanced at you and muttered in his low, raspy voice, “You play games?”

You nodded lightly. “Yeah. When I'm not busy, I used to play a lot more, though.”

He didn’t say anything else, picking up his phone from the side table and holding it out toward you.

“Here,” he said simply. “New trailer dropped. Looks good.”

You leaned forward a bit to see the screen. It was a gaming Twitter post — a short clip of an upcoming horror game. You hummed in agreement, “Yeah, the graphics are nice…”

Fuma’s thumb scrolled down slowly once, showing a couple of comments.

Then the feed auto-refreshed.

The screen suddenly jumped to the next post in his timeline.

It was a drawing—extremely graphic and depraved one at that. a girl bent over, face pressed into the sheets, tears streaming down her cheeks while a much larger man fucked her roughly from behind, hand fisted in her hair. The art was very detailed, glossy, and unmistakably intense: drool, flushed skin, visible bulge in her stomach, the whole scene dripping with depravity. 

But Fuma didn’t flinch; he didn’t even snatch the phone away or apologize. He simply kept holding it steady for another second before he tapped once, closing the app without a word, and lowered the phone back to the armrest like nothing had happened.

“Anyway,” he grunted quietly, already looking back at his switch. The trailer was decent. think I’ll check the game out when it's released. Let me know if you want to play it with me.”

His voice stayed low and even. no embarrassment. no explanation. just that heavy, quiet stare lingering on you for a brief moment before he returned to his game.

You quickly sat back, taking a sip of water to hide the flush creeping up your neck.

You told yourself it was an accident.

He’s a guy, of course, he watches porn.

even if it’s extremely graphic and kinda vile porn. People have their preferences. You had no room to judge. 

Plus, it wasn’t that big of a deal. Twitter’s algorithm was unpredictable, especially if he followed random accounts. He probably didn’t even notice what popped up before he closed it.

just an accident.

like everything else.

That night, the headboard still tapped rhythmically against your shared wall with Nicholas; it wasn’t the violent slamming from the first few days. The rhythm was slower, more controlled now. The girl’s moans were much quieter—soft, breathy little whimpers that barely made it through the wall, almost like she was trying to stay silent. But Nicholas was a bit louder tonight.

Every few minutes, his low, rough groans carried clearly through the thin barrier. 

“fuck… yeah, just like that.”

a slow, heavy thump of the headboard.

“shit, you’re squeezing me so good…”

another groan, louder this time, rough around the edges.

You lie in the dark, frozen under your covers, heart beating faster with every sound. The girl stayed muffled and quiet, but Nicholas didn’t seem to care as much tonight. His voice kept slipping through—low, filthy, and unfiltered.

“Take it deeper, baby… good girl. just like that.”

You pressed your thighs together, trying to ignore it.

It didn’t work.

Nicholas groaned again, louder, the sound vibrating through the wall straight into your core.

“fuuuck… that’s it. so fuckin’ wet for me.”

god, you hadn’t gotten off since you moved in here.

between the long shifts, the constant low-level tension in the apartment, and the way every small “accident” left you flustered and restless, you simply hadn’t had the chance. Now, lying in the dark with your door locked, the faint rhythmic tapping and Nicholas’s low, filthy murmurs were making it impossible to ignore how empty and needy you felt.

You told yourself you’d just ignore it.

You rolled over and buried your face in the pillow.

But the sounds kept coming—almost slow, deliberate, and teasing.

another low groan. Another soft “good girl” that sounded far too close,

your hand slipped under the waistband of your sleep shorts before you could talk yourself out of it.

You were already wet. embarrassingly so.

Your fingers found your swollen clit and started rubbing slow, tight circles. You bit your lip hard to stay quiet, eyes squeezed shut as you listened to the muffled rhythm next door.

You told yourself the walls were just thin.

Every rough groan from Nicholas made your fingers move faster. Every lazy, vague praise pushed you higher.

Your breath hitched, hips rocking subtly against your hand, chasing the friction. the pent-up need that flooded you.  

“Yeah, just like that. gooood girl.”

You imagined it was you he was talking to.

You imagined it was your pussy he was buried in, his hips snapping against you with that same controlled rhythm, his voice dropping to that filthy whisper right beside your ear.

“Such a good girl for me…”

You imagined his voice was for you—that deep, satisfied tone praising you while he fucked you slow and deep.

Your thighs trembled as you rubbed faster, two fingers pressing firm circles while your other hand gripped the sheets. The headboard’s soft tapping matched the pace you set with your fingers, and every low groan from Nicholas pushed you closer.

It didn’t take long.

Your thighs are trembling—fingers rubbing harder, slick sounds barely audible under the blanket. Nicholas let out another low, drawn-out groan — fFuck… gonna cum” — it tipped you over the edge.

You came hard, back arching off the bed, letting out a small whimper as waves of pleasure crashed through you. Your pussy clenched and fluttered around nothing, thighs shaking while you rode it out with frantic little circles on your clit.

through you, thighs shaking as you rode it out with small, desperate circles of your fingers.

When it finally faded, you collapsed back against the pillows, breathing hard, heart hammering against your ribs.

The apartment had gone quiet. Nicholas’s session must have ended while you were lost in it.

You lie there in the dark, chest rising and falling, a mix of relief and deep shame washing over you.

You had just gotten off to the sound of your roommate fucking someone else through the wall. god, maybe you were the pervert.

You got off to his voice calling someone else a good girl.

But you just told yourself it was nothing.

just stress relief.

just thin walls and a long dry spell.

It didn’t mean anything.

The next evening you came home late, you went straight to shower and then to drop your dirty work clothes in the laundry basket, Ej was already there sorting a load. He was humming softly, folding things with careful hands. When he picked up one of your smaller items—a pair of pale pink panties adorning pretty delicate bows—he paused for the briefest moment. His thumb brushed over the fabric once, almost absentmindedly, before he brought it closer to his face under the pretense of checking a stain. He inhaled quietly, slowly, then folded it neatly and placed it on the growing stack.

He never turned around. He never knew you were watching from the hallway.

You told yourself he was just being thorough.

For the next three days, everything felt almost… normal.

The apartment settled into a surprisingly comfortable rhythm. Mornings started with Ej already in the kitchen, pushing his glasses up his nose as he slid a fresh cup of matcha or a bowl of miso soup toward you with that quiet, warm smile—eyes crinkling behind his glasses. “Morning, y/n,” he’d say gently, voice warm like he really meant it. K would nod at you from across the counter as he mixed his protein shake, his tall frame relaxed rather than crowding. Nicholas kept blatantly stealing your food, ignoring how EJ berated him for it. Fuma seemed a bit more comfortable. no longer just staring quietly from the armchair; he would engage in small banter with you, or even, when he came home with various packs of Pokémon hard, he would occasionally ask you if you wanted to open them with him.

Your laundry came back clean and neatly folded on your bed—panties occasionally going missing, but not as frequently as before. The headboard in Nicholas’s room stayed mercifully quiet; he even mentioned in passing that his “friend” was out of town for a few days. No accidental brushes at the sink. No graphic hentai flashing on anyone’s phone. no heavy outlines pressing against you in the kitchen.

You started to breathe a little easier. Maybe the first couple of weeks had just been an adjustment period—four guys suddenly sharing space with a girl. Maybe you really had been overthinking everything. 

That illusion lasts exactly 3 days.

On the fourth night, you came home exhausted from another long shift, legs aching and eyes burning. You barely managed a quick shower before collapsing onto the living room couch instead of dragging yourself all the way to your room. Your oversized sleep shirt rode up slightly as you curled into the soft cushions, the low murmur of the guys playing games somewhere in the background wrapping around you like white noise. Within minutes, you were out cold.

You didn’t remember falling asleep.

When you woke sometime deep in the night, the apartment was dark except for the faint blue glow of a Switch screen. a warm blanket had been carefully draped over your body, tucked gently around your shoulders and legs, as if someone had taken real care. For a second, it felt comforting—until you shifted under the fabric.

Your sleep shorts were twisted awkwardly high on one thigh, the thin material bunched and pulled tighter than you remembered leaving them. And there, near the inner seam close to the crease of your thigh, was a faint damp spot. The fabric felt slightly stiff, cooler in that one place, like something warm and sticky had been pressed there and left behind to dry. Your stomach gave a quiet, uneasy flutter. You hadn’t been sweating, the rest of your body proof of that, as you didn’t feel any sweat on your skin. You were almost certain the spot hadn’t been there when you fell asleep.

Across from you, Fuma sat slumped in the oversized armchair, legs spread wide in his usual relaxed, dominating posture. The switch rested loosely in his hands, the low volume of what you think is Pokémon barely audible. His face was half-lit by the screen, expression calm and completely absorbed, as if he’d been sitting there the entire time.

He must have felt you stir because he glanced over, warm brown eyes meeting yours without surprise. His voice came out low and raspy, even and unbothered, like he was simply stating a fact.

“You looked cold,” he said simply, thumb still moving over the controls. “I figured I’d cover you.”

You blinked slowly, still groggy, pulling the blanket a little higher as you tried to subtly adjust your twisted shorts beneath it. The damp patch brushed against your skin again—unmistakable now, warm against your inner thigh. Your cheeks burned. had he…?

You internally shake your head. god, Fuma isn’t a pervert. He would never. The dampness was probably just… condensation. Or maybe sweat from the warm blanket that covered your body. or even your imagination running wild because of all those tiny “accidents” from before.

You tried to convince yourself. You really did.

Sleep didn’t come back easily. Every time you shifted under the blanket, the damp spot on your shorts brushed against your inner thigh again. The blue glow from Fuma’s Switch flickered across the dark living room. He hadn’t moved, legs still spread wide, one hand resting lazily on his thigh while the other tapped at the controls. In the low light, you could see the outline of his cock through the thin material of his sweatpants—half-hard, resting thick against his inner thigh. 

god, was he big.

Even soft—well, mostly soft—the heavy shape of him was impossible to ignore. not too long but most definitely thick, the shaft lying diagonally down his leg, the head nudging noticeably against the fabric. You could make out the faint ridge where the bulbous, swollen tip pressed outward, and the way the material stretched slightly over the girth. it looked… heavy. The kind of thick that would stretch you open, make your thighs tremble just trying to take him. The kind of size that would leave a visible bulge in your stomach if he ever pushed all the way in.

Your mouth went dry. ok well, now you were the pervert. definitely the pervert. First getting off to Nicholas’s sexual escapades to thinking Fuma was to defile you, and now staring intently at his dick like some desperate, touch-starved mess.

You told yourself to stop staring, to look away, but your eyes kept drifting back. How was something that thick even real? You’d felt K press against you before, but this… this was on another level. Fuma wasn’t even fully hard yet, and he already looked like he could ruin you.

Before your mind could wander any further, you swallowed and sat up slowly, keeping the blanket wrapped around your waist as you tried to fix your twisted shorts without drawing attention. The movement made the damp fabric drag across your pussy, and you froze. There was another spot right there—right against your covered folds. When you glanced down under the edge of the blanket, you could see the faint stain; it wasn't just damp. It was slick. 

You decided to ignore it, chalk it up to another accident. Just as you did everything else that had occurred whilst you lived here.

You forced your gaze away from the sticky mess between your legs and pulled the blanket higher, pretending the warm, tacky smear of cum wasn’t slowly soaking through the thin cotton and coating your pussy lips. You told yourself it was sweat. condensation. anything but what it clearly was—thick ropes of someone’s load rubbed right against your most sensitive skin while you slept.

You forced yourself to stand up on shaky legs, clutching the blanket tightly around your waist like a shield. The damp, sticky fabric of your shorts clung obscenely to your pussy as you moved, the thick smear of cum sliding wetly between your folds with every step. It felt warm and tacky, meaning that this had occurred recently. 

The short walk down the hallway felt endless. Your bare feet padding softly against the floor, the sticky drag between your legs was impossible to forget. You slipped inside and closed the door behind you a little too quickly, leaning back against the wood as you finally let the blanket drop. The cool air hit your skin, but it did nothing to calm the burning between your legs.

You barely had a moment to steady yourself before a soft, firm knock sounded on the door.

Without waiting for an answer, the knob turned. Fuma stood there, filling the doorway with his tall frame. In his large hand was your phone, screen dark. He held it out toward you, his expression calm and unreadable as always.

“You left this on the couch,” he said, voice low and raspy, barely above a murmur.

His eyes flicked down for a second, just once—slow, heavy—landing on the obvious damp patch darkening the crotch of your sleep shorts. he didn’t comment on it. He didn’t need to. The glossy cum stain was unmistakable in the dim light of your room, the thin fabric clinging to your folds where someone's cum had soaked through while you slept.

He stepped just inside the doorway, not fully entering but close enough that the air felt heavier. He extended the phone a little further, his gaze lifting back to your face after that single, deliberate glance. “Didn’t want you waking up without it,” he added quietly.

You took the phone with quick fingers, hoping he wouldn’t notice how they wouldn’t quite stop trembling. He lingered there for a moment longer, tall and silent, his expression as neutral as ever. His eyes flicked down once more—brief, almost casual—before returning to yours.

“You sure you’re alright?” he asked, voice low and even. “It looked like you were having a hard time sleeping out there.”

The question was simple. polite, even. But it carried a weight that made your stomach tighten.

You managed a small nod, clutching the phone against your chest like a lifeline. “I’m fine. just tired. long day at work.”

Fuma hummed softly, the sound barely audible. He gave one slow nod, then took a half-step back toward the hallway, though he didn’t turn to leave just yet. His muscular frame still filled most of the doorway, the faint outline in his sweatpants visible in the low light.

“Alright,” he murmured. “Well, let me know if you need anything.”

With that, he finally turned and pulled the door closed behind him with a quiet click, leaving you alone in your room once more.

You told yourself it was nothing.

Somehow, just another accident.

like everything else so far had been.

It was a little past midnight. You couldn’t sleep. Honestly,  you hadn’t really been able to sleep these last few days. You’d been tossing and turning, mind replaying too many small things at once—k’s heavy cock dragging against your ass at the sink that morning, ej’s quiet inhale over your panties, nicholas’s low “good girl” through the wall two nights ago, and now the concept that fuma had come on your shorts whilst you were sleeping. the same shorts discarded next to your bed. 

The apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the fridge and the occasional creak of the old building settling. Thirsty and restless, you slipped out of bed in just your oversized hoodie and sleep shorts, padding barefoot toward the kitchen for a glass of water.

The hallway was dark, but K’s door was slightly ajar— just a few inches.

You almost walked past.

But then you heard it.

A low, slow, controlled breath. Then your name.

You froze mid-step.

through the narrow gap, the dim light from his bedside lamp spilled out. There he was, pressed against his headboard, completely naked. long legs spread wide.

His hand was wrapped around his cock.

He was stroking himself with slow, deliberate movements—long strokes from base to tip, thumb lingering over the flushed head every time. His cock was long and, dare you say, pretty; it looked bigger than it had felt pressed against your ass. The veins stood out clearly along the shaft, the head flushed dark and glistening with precum.

K’s head was tilted back slightly, eyes half-lidded, but his expression wasn’t lost in pleasure as you’d expect. It was calm. almost focused. That same gentle, youthful face he always showed you in the mornings—soft features, quiet composure—was still there while he pumped his thick cock in his fist. You would’ve walked away if it weren't for your name slipping from his mouth amongst the soft moans escaping him.

It was quiet, barely more than a breath, but you heard it clearly.

His voice was low and smooth, the same gentle tone he used when he said “excuse me” at the sink. Except now it was laced with something heavier, something hungry.

He stroked himself a little slower, dragging his hand down the full length as he breathed your name again, softer this time.

“Fuuck… y/n…”

Your stomach dropped. heat flooding your face and warmth pooling low between your thighs. You stood frozen in the dark hallway, unable to look away as K continued touching himself— calm, controlled, and breathing out your name as a prayer.

His thumb circled the leaking head once more, spreading the precum before he gave himself another long, smooth stroke. His hips twitched up slightly into his fist, but his expression stayed almost serene, like he was savoring it.

He moaned your name again, quieter, almost reverent.

“…love that cute little ass… bet you’d feel so tight around me…”

Your breath caught.

For the first time, one of the “accidents” no longer felt like an accident at all.

And that was confirmed as he looked straight at you through the gap in the door. He didn’t stop, nor did he flinch. he didn’t even look embarrassed. He simply kept stroking—slow, steady, unhurried—while his dark gaze locked onto yours. The corner of his mouth lifted into that same gentle, almost innocent smile he always gave you when he “accidentally” crowded you at the sink.

You were no longer thirsty. 

Reality had crashed back in.

Heart pounding, face burning, you tore your eyes away from the sight of k slowly stroking his thick cock while groaning your name, and turned sharply on your heel.

You walked away.

Fast.

The second you closed the door, you locked it with shaking fingers and leaned your back against the wood, breathing hard.

Thighs pressed tightly together. The warmth between your legs hadn’t gone away. If anything, it had only gotten worse.

You could still hear his voice in your head.

“…God…Wanna fuck those pretty tits too.”

“…Bet you’d feel so tight around me…”

You squeezed your eyes shut and slid down the door until you were sitting on the floor, knees drawn up to your chest.

You told yourself it was nothing. just another accident. just guys being guys. But this time the lie tasted bitter.

because he had looked straight at you. he had moaned your name. he had smiled that gentle smile while he stroked his cock.

And you had stood there and watched for much longer than you should have. You don't get any sleep that night.

The next morning came far too soon.

You woke up with a heavy, restless feeling in your chest and an annoying ache between your legs that refused to disappear completely. The memory of K’s calm face and the slow, deliberate way he stroked his cock while moaning your name kept flashing behind your eyes every time you blinked.

You told yourself to act normal.

You told yourself nothing had changed.

You told yourself it was still just an accident.

But even your body didn’t believe you.

You shuffled into the kitchen in your usual sleep shorts and oversized hoodie, trying to keep your steps light and your face neutral. 

The familiar scent of fried eggs over rice hit you before you even fully entered the room.

Ej was already at the stove, his glasses falling onto the tip of his nose as he greeted you with a smile. “Morning, y/n. matcha’s ready for you,” he said gently, setting the mug down on the counter exactly where you normally sat

K was standing a few feet away, sipping his americano when you walked in. He looked up and gave you that same gentle, youthful smile—calm, composed, almost sweet, as usual. an expression you’d become accustomed to. just not when his hand was wrapped around his veiny length. “Morning,” he said smoothly, his voice low and kind, as always.

But his eyes lingered. tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth. 

Your eyes met, just for a second. just long enough for you to remember how those same dark eyes had looked at you through the gap in his door last night while his hand moved slowly up and down his wet cock.

You forced a small nod, putting on your best “oh, I'm completely okay, definitely not spiraling over seeing my extremely attractive roommate jerk off whilst he moans my name” face and mumbled “morning” before quickly moving to sit at the counter, keeping your gaze fixed on the matcha mug.

Nicholas wandered in a minute later, black tank hugging his well-built frame, baggy jeans just low enough to show off the expensive underwear he wore, silver chain catching the light. He stretched lazily, yawning, then shot you a lazy smirk. “You look a little tired, short stuff. rough night?”

You nearly choked on your first sip of matcha.

Fuma was nowhere to be seen. You assumed he was at the gym, and it even worked. Even with one of the four missing, the kitchen felt a lot smaller than usual.

When you stood up to rinse your empty mug, your stomach tightened.

K moved at the same time.

He stepped in right behind you at the sink, tall frame crowding your space like he always did. His chest brushes your back. You felt the heat of him immediately, along with the faint scent of his woody cologne.

His free hand rested lightly on the edge of the sink beside your hip, and then you felt it again, the heavy, half-hard outline of his cock pressing against the upper curve of your ass. again. 

But this time it felt different.

He didn’t make it quick. He let himself linger for far longer than necessary. letting his length rest along your ass for a long second, thick and warm, before slowly rolling his hips once—a lazy, deliberate drag along your ass that made your breath hitch. “Excuse me,” he murmured softly near your ear, voice gentle and polite like always.

But you could hear the faint smile in it now. like he knew you had seen him last night. almost as if he knew you had stood there and watched him stroke his cock while he whispered your name. almost like he was reminding you.

K stayed pressed against you for another heartbeat, letting you feel the full weight and warmth of him, before he finally stepped back with the glass he’d been “reaching” for. You quickly rinsed your mug, hands slightly shaky, and sat back down without looking at anyone.

The rest of breakfast passed in a haze. You barely tasted the food that EJ had made. Every time K moved or spoke in that calm, gentle voice, your mind flashed back to the night before—his long, wet, pretty cock easily sliding through his fist, the soft way he moaned your name, eyebrows crinkled with his head thrown back. 

You left for work as quickly as possible, mumbling a quiet goodbye.

The entire shift dragged. Your mind kept drifting. You burned two orders of tonkatsu, and the latte art, which you usually excel at, looked as if it were made by a kindergartner with two left hands. and nearly dropped a tray because you couldn’t stop replaying the low, controlled way K had whispered “y/n…” while stroking himself.

By the time you got home that evening, you were exhausted, frustrated, and unbearably pent up.

The apartment felt empty when you stepped inside. You glanced at the front door—no shoes on you. No Rick Owens, no adidas, no gym sneakers, or running shoes, nothing. No lights on in the living room. No familiar sounds coming from the kitchen or any of the bedrooms. You assumed everyone was still out—probably at the gym, working, running errands, or wherever they usually disappeared to in the evenings. You let out a small sigh of relief. No one was home. finally

The moment the front door clicked shut behind you, you kicked off your shoes, the soft thud echoing down the quiet hallway. feet carrying you straight to your room as if you were on autopilot. The second the door swung closed, you pushed it with your foot — not realizing you never heard that familiar, satisfying click of the lock.

Only then did you exhale.

You stripped quickly, letting your clothes pool on the floor until you were left in nothing but an oversized hoodie that swallowed your frame. The soft fabric brushed against your bare thighs as you crawled under the covers, pulling the blanket up to your chest.

The moment your head hit the pillow, the images flooded in—unwanted, unrelenting, and far too vivid. K’s calm, gentle face as he slowly stroked his long, pretty cock. the lazy roll of his hips against your ass this morning. the way he whispered your name like it was something sacred within his dimly lit room.

Your hand crept under the oversized hoodie before you could talk yourself out of it. fingers slipping between your thighs, a shaky breath left you. 

You were already soaked. embarrassingly so. The thin fabric of your panties is doing almost nothing to contain the wetness between your legs. 

Your fingers slipped between your thighs as a shaky breath left you.

Your clit was swollen and sensitive from a full day of low-level arousal you couldn’t shake. You began rubbing slow, tight circles, eyes squeezed shut. But it wasn’t quite enough. Finally, you gave in and slid two fingers lower, teasing your entrance before pushing them inside. The stretch made you whimper softly. You hadn’t realized you were this pent up. Your walls clenching greedily around your own fingers, wet and hot, pulling them deeper as you started a slow, shallow rhythm. You curled your fingers, searching for that spot that always made your toes curl, while your other hand kept rubbing firm circles over your clit.

“Fuck…” You shuddered, voice breaking as you rubbed at your swollen clit with frantic little circles, fingers still buried deep inside your soaked pussy.

The pleasure was building up fast now. You rolled onto your stomach, hips lifted in the air, blanket kicked aside—soft, slick noises that would’ve mortified you if you weren’t already so far gone filled the room. Your moans grew higher, less controlled, spilling freely because you were so sure the apartment was empty.

You were getting close. Your moans turned higher, less controlled. The wet, rhythmic sounds of your fingers working your soaked pussy grew even more obvious.

In your mind, it wasn’t your fingers anymore.

You imagined K’s pretty, steady fingers curling inside you instead, his sweet voice murmuring your name like it was something sacred while he watched you fall apart on him. Then, how Nicholas’s thick cock would replace them, pounding into you loud enough that the headboard would slam against the wall and everyone would hear. Ej’s gentle praise whispering “good girl, just like that” as he slowly worked you open. Fuma’s heavy stare burned into you while he held your legs apart and made you take it, just like in the image you had seen on his phone. 

The fantasy consumed you completely. Letting out hushed whines and moans of their names, the sounds turned louder, breathier, desperate. “Nngh— yes— fuck—” The wet sounds grew even filthier as you chased your release, hips rocking back onto your fingers, lost in the fantasy of all four of them using you.

So deep in your thoughts… You didn’t hear the front door open again.

You didn’t hear the quiet footsteps stopping right outside your room.

But Nicholas heard everything, 

And now… He had seen everything, too.

Your door hadn’t latched properly when you’d pushed it shut with your foot. It had left open just a few inches—just enough for the dim hallway light to spill in and just enough for anyone standing there to see you clearly. Fingers pumping in and out of your wet heat.

And Nicholas was standing there.

Leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, that signature lazy smirk slowly curling on his lips. His eyes were dark, hungry, drinking in the sight of you on your stomach with your ass in the air, hoodie ridden up around your waist, two fingers buried deep in your dripping pussy while you fucked yourself desperately. He didn’t say anything at first. He just watched intently—watched the way your hips rocked back onto your fingers, watched the way your thighs trembled, watched the way your moans grew louder and more broken with every thrust.

When you cried out again—a loud, shameless “Fuck— I’m gonna cum..Nghh—” Nicholas finally let out a low, rough chuckle.

“Jesus Christ, short stuff…”

Your entire body jolted at the sound of his voice.

Panic exploded through you like ice water.

Your fingers froze mid-thrust, eyes flying open. In your rush to hide, you scrambled frantically, trying to yank your finger out of your dripping sex, pull the hoodie down, and pull the covers over you at the same time—limbs tangled, heart slamming against your ribs so hard you could hear it ringing in your ears.

You tumbled off the bed in a clumsy heap, landing hard on the floor with a startled yelp. “Ouch—oh my god ow!” The oversized hoodie rode up even higher as you hit the ground, exposing the curve of your ass and the slick shine on your thighs. Your legs were still trembling from how close you’d been, breath coming in short, panicked gasps.

Nicholas’s chuckle turned into a full, low laugh — warm, amused, and way too pleased.

“Shit, baby,” he grinned, stepping fully into the room and closing the door behind him with a soft click. “Didn’t mean to make you fall. Though… the view from here is even better.”

He leaned back against the closed door, arms crossed over his chest, silver chain glinting as he looked down at you sprawled on the floor — hoodie bunched uselessly around your waist, thighs shiny with your own arousal, face burning with humiliation.

Your voice came out shaky and small, cracking with panic.

“N-Nicholas… I—you—oh god—the door wasn’t—I thought no one was home—”

He tilted his head, that lazy, cocky smirk widening as he watched you try to cover yourself with trembling hands. “Oh, I know what you thought,” he drawled, voice low and dripping with amusement. “You thought you were all alone… sooo you could moan our names nice and loud while you fucked yourself stupid. Is that right?”

He took one slow step closer, eyes dragging shamelessly over your exposed body. 

“Fuck, short stuff. You were really going for it. ‘I’m gonna cum’—loud as hell. Bet the neighbors heard that one.”

Your face burned hotter than it ever had in your life. You wanted the floor to swallow you whole. Your pussy was still throbbing painfully, right on the edge and now completely denied, making everything ten times worse. 

“I’m so sorry—No one's shoes were by the door, and I assumed you guys were not gonna be home for atleast awhil–Oh my god, please don’t tell the others.” You tried to continue, but you paused as Nicholas crouched down slightly, resting his forearms on his knees so he could look at you more closely. His smirk softened into something almost fond, but the hunger in his eyes was unmistakable.

You tried to scramble back, heart pounding, but before you could get anywhere, his hand shot out, fingers wrapping tight around your ankle. With one firm yank, he dragged you across the carpet toward him. A startled squeak tore from your throat as the oversized hoodie rode up even higher, bunching uselessly around your ribs and leaving you completely bare from the waist down.

“Shh. Don’t move,” he ordered, voice dropping into that dangerous register that made your pussy clench despite the panic. He crouched lower, free hand sliding up your thigh, thumb brushing dangerously close to your dripping folds. “Look at this messy little cunt… still twitching, still so fucking wet. You really were right there, huh? Poor thing.”

You whimpered, trying to close your legs, but he easily shoved your knees apart with one powerful thigh, pinning you open. The size difference hit you hard—his broad frame looming over your much smaller one made you feel tiny and helpless.

“Nicholas—wait, I—”

“I’m so sorry,” he mocked in a soft, syrupy voice, repeating your exact words back to you with a lazy grin. “No one’s shoes were by the door… assumed we weren’t gonna be home for a while…”

His thumb finally pressed against your swollen clit, rubbing slow, firm circles that made your hips twitch involuntarily. Another trickle of slick slipped out of you, and Nicholas’s eyes flicked down to watch it with dark satisfaction. “Oh my god, please don’t tell the others,” he continued in that same mocking tone, voice dropping even lower as he leaned in closer. “That’s what you were gonna say, right, short stuff? Begging me not to tell while your greedy little pussy is dripping all over the floor.”

You shook your head frantically, tears of humiliation stinging your eyes. “I didn’t mean— I thought I was alone—”

“Mhm, so you thought no one was around… that’s why you were crying out our names while you played with that pretty pussy like you were in heat?”

“Loud enough that I heard you from the hallway. ‘Fuck—I’m gonna cum…’ Fuck, baby. You sounded so desperate.”

Your body twitched again under his slow, deliberate touch, another broken sob slipping past your lips as fresh tears rolled down your cheeks. The mix of sharp pleasure and deep humiliation made your head spin, your smaller frame trembling helplessly on the floor.

Without thinking, your hips bucked up into his hand — a small, subconscious roll that pushed your swollen clit harder against his thumb and drove his thick fingers a right above the entrance of your dripping heat, teasing the slick folds without pushing inside.

Nicholas’s low chuckle rumbled again, darker this time, as he watched your hips betray you with that small, needy buck.

“Oh?” His voice came out soft and mocking, dripping with that same fake sympathy he had used when stealing your food that morning. “You want more, pretty girl?”

“Fine,” he said, voice dropping into something rougher, meaner. “I’ll give you more.”

Before you could even process the words, his hand flew to your hair, fingers tangling tight in the strands at the back of your head. He yanked you up off the floor with surprising strength, making you cry out as your scalp stung. Your smaller body was pulled upright in one swift motion, legs shaky and unsteady beneath you.

You barely had time to stumble before he spun you around and shoved you forward, bending you roughly over the edge of your bed. The oversized hoodie rode up your back as your chest and stomach pressed into the mattress, ass forced high in the air and legs spread wide by his knee kicking between them.

Your face burned against the sheets, fresh tears soaking into the fabric as humiliation flooded you again. The position left you completely exposed—pussy dripping, clit still throbbing, ass presented like an offering.

Nicholas kept one hand fisted in your hair, holding your head down against the bed while his other hand immediately returned between your thighs. No more teasing at the entrance this time.

He shoved two thick fingers deep inside you in one smooth thrust, burying them to the knuckles. The sudden stretch made you gasp sharply, your walls clenching hard around the intrusion.

“Thereeeee we go,” he growled, voice low and satisfied as he started pumping his fingers faster now — still not frantic, but deeper, harder, curling them relentlessly against that perfect spot with every stroke. His thumb found your swollen clit again, rubbing tight, firm circles that matched the rhythm of his fingers.

 “Fuck… that’s better, isn’t it? Greedy lil’ cunt sucking my fingers so deep. Look at you,” he murmured, eyes dragging over your flushed face, your trembling thighs, the way your pussy clenched greedily around his fingers. “Crying and apologizing… but you’re sucking my fingers in like you never want me to stop. Such a pathetic little slut.”

He pulled his fingers free with a wet pop, bringing them up to smear your own slick across your cheeks before pushing them past your lips and into your mouth. You let out a choked sob as you attempt to swallow around his long digits. He watched you with a satisfied smirk, slowly fucking his fingers in and out of your mouth while his other hand stayed tangled in your hair, keeping you pinned down.

“Taste how wet you got for me,” he growled softly, watching your teary eyes as you instinctively sucked them clean. “Yeahhh, Good girl. But my fingers aren’t gonna be enough anymore, are they, baby?”

Nicholas didn’t even bother straightening up behind you, one hand still fisted in your hair to keep your face pressed into the mattress as he used the other hand to tug off his belt—letting the leather slide free and fall onto the floor with a sharp, metallic clink that caused you to jolt slightly; the noise ringing in your ears. 

The sound of his zipper coming down followed, too loud in the quiet room. You felt the heat of his body shift slightly as he freed his cock, the thick, heavy length slapping against your ass cheek once before he gripped it at the base. He teased your swollen clit with it, slapping the sensitive bud lightly—once, twice—making your hips jerk and a fresh sob tear from your throat.

“Shhh, don’t fight it,” he cooed mockingly, pressing the blunt tip against your entrance. “You wanted this, didn’t you?”

You shook your head frantically, tears soaking into the sheets, but the movement only made him laugh—low, dark, and far too pleased. His broad chest stayed pressed to your back, one large hand still fisted tight in your hair to keep your face pinned down while the other guided his cock towards your entrance.

“Liar,” he whispered against your ear, voice dripping with cruel amusement. “You left the door cracked open like a desperate little invitation. Moaning our names loud enough for me to hear every filthy word…and now this tiny cunt is dripping down my cock like it’s starving for it.”

Then he pushed forward.

The thick head stretched you open slowly, forcing your tight walls to part around his girth. The burn was immediate and overwhelming, but so delicious—he was so much bigger than his fingers, so much thicker than you could handle in this position. A broken cry ripped from your throat as he sank in deeper, inch by relentless inch, until his hips finally met your ass and he bottomed out completely. But he didn’t give you time to adjust—beginning to thrust with slow heavy rolls, punching the air from your lungs with each deep stroke. 

The filthy, wet slap of skin on skin echoed louder with every movement. His hips slamming against your ass with a rough, punishing force. The impact jolting your small frame forward with each thrust. He kept you pinned exactly how he wanted: face down, ass up, smaller body folded beneath his much larger one like you weighed nothing. “Fuuuck,” Nicholas groaned, “You feel so good. Can barley move… Fuckk tight cunt taking me so well.” 

His hips rolled in deep, heavy thrusts that drug the air from out of your lungs with each movement. The wet, filthy slap of skin meeting skin filled the room, growing louder and more obscene with every punishing stroke. 

Nicholas showed you no mercy, keeping one hand fisted tight in your hair as he pressed your cheek firmly into the sheets. 

The sound of your cunt was downright filthy—It made you cringe through tears.

Wet, lewd squelching noises echoed with every thrust as his thick cock plunged in and out of your soaked hole. Each time he bottomed out, a messy, obscene schlick-schlick-schlick filled the air—your arousal coating his shaft and dripping down your thighs, making the slide even wetter, even louder. 

“Shittttt…pretty girl… listen to how wet you are,” he laughed breathlessly, the sound almost mocking. “This greedy little pussy is dripping down my balls. You’ve been dying for cock, huh?” 

The slick sounds mixed with the sharp slap of his hips meeting your ass, creating a filthy rhythm that left no room for denial.

He suddenly pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the thick head stretching your hole, before slamming back in with one brutal thrust. The force ripped a broken sob from your throat as your walls clenched violently around him. You shook violently, breathing becoming rapid as you sobbed into the sheets, coating the pink fabric in a different type of wetness.

Nicholas groaned loudly as he felt your pussy flutter and spasm around his cock—grinding his hips deep so you could feel every inch of him buried inside you. He leaned down closer, broad chest now pressing fully against your back, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he fucked you with slow, punishing rolls.

“God, you are such a lil’ slut. Pretty cunt keeps sucking me in. Juju’s gonna lose his fucking mind. He’s been sniffing your panties like a pervert for weeks. k’s been worse though, so patient with you…leavin’ the door open when he jerks off to see if you’d break… and fuma? He’s been waiting to see how pretty you cry when you’re stuffed full,” he whispered, voice dripping with cruel amusement—hand slipping underneath you, fingers finding your swollen clit. He rubbed it tight, mean circles that made your thighs shake uncontrollably, slapped your clit lightly, making you jolt and cry out, then did it again harder.

“You gonna let them take turns with this sloppy little hole after I’m done with it?” 

The words hit you like ice water.

Your breath caught in a sharp, broken sob. Fresh tears spilled down your cheeks, soaking into the already ruined sheets. Your mind spun, a dizzying mix of shame, fear, and unwanted heat flooding your body all at once. 

The thought of them taking turns—passing you around like a toy and using your aching, dripping cunt one after another—twisted your stomach with shame… and made your cunt clench hard around Nicholas’s cock despite the shame coursing through you

You shook your head frantically, the movement limited by his tight grip in your hair.

“N-no… please—” your voice came out in small, cracked, and pathetic moan, the sound barely more than a whimper. “I can’t… not all of them… please, Nicholas—”

Your cries only egged him on; he began to thrust faster and harder, the bed creaking loudly beneath you. You could hear how he laughed—low, dark, yet delighted amongst the creaks and wet obscene sounds of your bodies together.

“It’s okay, pretty” he cooed mockingly, voice rough. “Right now—” He tightened his grip in your hair and yanked your head back just enough to growl against your ear, “This cunt is mine.” He pulls you back even further—grip on your hair forcing your back into an arch as he pounded into you. The new angle making his cock hit that sensitive spot with every thrust, ripping broken sobs and whimpers from your throat. Your smaller body jolted forward with each punishing snap of his hips.

You had already been so close.

Before he walked in, you’d been frantically fingering yourself—fingers pumping in and out of you; deep. hips rocking your swollen clit desperately aganist the palm of your hand as you chased your release. Their names slipping from your lips like a filthy prayer, amongst the soft squelches of your needy cunt.

You had been right on the edge, right there… and then he caught you.

And now that denied orgasm was coming crashing back ten times stronger. Fueled by every savage thrust of his thick cock and every dirty word that fell from his mouth—coated with a nasty edge.

Nicholas could feel it—the way your cunt gripped at his cock, sucking it deeper with each time he pulled out only to thrust into you again with brutal force. “Ohhh, there it is,” he taunted, “You gonna cum? Yea? You were so fucking close before, weren’t you, pretty girl?” his voice dripped with mockery, “Moaning ‘Juju… K… Fuma…’ like a little slut. You wanted to fuck your new roomies that bad, yea?” he cooed, as your pathetic sobs already had began morphing into desperate, breathy moans.

The words sent another humiliating wave of heat through you. Your mind screamed no, begged even— but your body did not listen to. it instead betrayed you completely. Your cunt gushed even wetter, the lewd sounds growing louder as he pounded into you without mercy. The pressure inside you coiled tighter and tighter, your clit throbbing under his relentless fingers, your entire body shaking as you teetered right on the edge.

You tried to hold back. You really did. You told yourself that if you could just resist a little longer, maybe you could hold onto some shred of your dignity. But the combination of his thick cock stretching you open, the brutal pace, the sharp slaps to your swollen clit, and the overwhelming shame of his words was too much. Your orgasm slammed into you like a freight train—harder and more intense than anything you’d ever felt before.

Your back arched into his stomach—a broken, sobbing cry tearing from your throat as your walls spasmed violently. Overwhelming pleasure erupted through you in blinding waves. Your vision blurred with tears and your mind went white, eyes rolling back. Your pussy gushed slick around him, soaking his cock and dripping down your thighs in messy rivulets while your body shook uncontrollably.

Nicholas groaned loudly, hips stuttering as he fucked you through every intense spasm. “Fuuuck— that’s it. Cum on my cock, pretty little slut. Look at you… making such a fucking mess.” He kept thrusting through your orgasm, drawing out every last shake of your body until you were whimpering and twitching from the overstimulation, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks.

He kept pounding you until he felt his climax approaching—only then did he pull out.

With a rough groan, Nicholas yanked his heavy length free, leaving your cunt gaping and leaking. He gripped the base of his thick, glistening length and stroked it fast and hard right above your trembling body.

“Fuuuuuck—gonna cum all over you, baby.” His hips jerked. Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted from his cock, splattering across your back and ass in messy white streaks. Some landed on the curve of your spine, even a few drops landing on your swollen, twitching pussy. The warm stickiness coating your bare skin—Milking every last drop until you were thoroughly marked with him.

Nicholas exhaled shakily, a satisfied smirk curling on his lips as he looked down at your ruined state — tear-streaked face, hoodie bunched uselessly around your ribs, swollen pussy still twitching and dripping.

He leaned down, brushing damp hair from your forehead with surprising gentleness.

“Such a good girl for me,” he murmured, voice low and dark. “First one down.”

He pressed one last mocking kiss to your temple before standing up, tucking himself back into his pants. “Rest up, short stuff.” Nicholas gave your ass one final, possessive slap before he walked toward the door, leaving you sprawled on the bed—exhausted, leaking, and utterly used.

Nicholas didn’t tell anyone. 

Well, not that you knew of.

You woke to the familiar scent of matcha waiting on the counter and EJ greeting you with that same soft, boy-like smile as he pushing his glasses up his nose and slid the mug toward you. “Morning, y/n.”

K stood nearby, sipping at his americano, giving you his usual gentle smile when you entered. 

Nicholas wandered in a few minutes later, shirtless as usual, silver chain glinting against his chest. He leaned over and stole a forkful of your scrambled eggs with that signature lazy smirk.

“Morning, short stuff,” he drawled, voice perfectly casual, like he hadn’t spent last night wrecking you until you passed out on his cock.

He didn’t wink. He didn’t smirk knowingly. He didn’t say a single word about what happened.

He just stole another bite, earning the usual gentle scolding from EJ, and acted like nothing had changed. Fuma sat in the armchair, legs spread wide, quietly playing on his Switch. His dark gaze flicked to you for a second longer than usual, but he as usual he gave you a nod—’Good morning.” falling from his lips.

The whole morning felt… normal. Far too normal.

You sat there in your sleep shorts and hoodie, thighs still faintly sore, pussy still tender and aching from how roughly Nicholas had used you. Every shift in your seat reminded you of the way he’d pinned you down, the filthy sounds your pussy had made, the way you’d sobbed and came so hard you blacked out.

Yet none of them acted any different.

It was almost worse than if they had said something.

You kept waiting for the shoe to drop. For Nicholas to make a comment. For one of them to look at you differently. But the day passed in the same careful rhythm as before.

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authors note: after the long wait, its finally here!! i decided to split it into 4 chapters because each smut scene is relatively long. i also don't wanna accidentally burn myself out.. i start school soon hehe. i hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it. apologies for any mistakes, i tend to write roommate wanted at like 2-6am! i'm working on ej's chapter now—the wait shouldn't be too long. don't worry~ if u see things change in this its bc when i get bored i reread my fics n edit them!!

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innocent.

in which your feelings for maki, your brother's best friend, may not be so unrequited after all. or - the one where you get deflowered by maki after a night in the pool. wc: 5k | notes: smut (don't like it? don't read it), loss of virginity, maki swears a lot bc of course he does, no angst to be seen actually ended up being really fluffy, reader and maki are down bad for each other, minors do not interact!

Unrequited love was an extra level of hell reserved for the truly pathetic such as yourself. At this point, you’d made yourself comfortable there.

In your defense, it was hard not to crush on Maki. If his handsome face and dreamy eyes weren’t enough to reel you in, his sexy voice and kind soul knocked you off your feet.

Most of the girls you knew pined for Maki, but they inevitably moved on from him. Not you. Unfortunately, he was your brother’s best friend and practically lived at your house.

Whenever you started to work through your feelings for Maki, he was there. Eating breakfast in your kitchen. Watching a movie in your living room. Running into you in the hallway. Greeting you by name and smiling sweetly, as always.

You were Fuma’s annoying sister. No more. No less.

Or so you thought.

The night everything changed between you and Maki was in the middle of July. Summer was in full swing, miserably hot, but the evenings cooled down enough to enjoy sitting by the pool and watching the sunset splash its colors over the sky.

Not by much though. To keep from melting, you wore a skimpy red bikini. As the sun continued to set overhead and a pleasant chill caught on the breeze, you covered yourself with a sheer white tee.

It was Maki that fixated on these details. He happened to approach the back door just as you were gathering your shirt. The red bikini made his mouth water; the way it left little to the imagination.

From your full hips to your even fuller breasts, Maki couldn’t wrap his mind around your body. Or how badly he wanted to wrap his arms around it. Around you until you were flush against him and he could feel every inch of you.

That sent him down a dangerous path of wondering what you felt like. The softness of your skin. The tight, wet heat of your sex. It was all rushing through his brain.

Shit.

You were his best friend’s sister. Absolutely off-limits if Maki valued his life.

Maybe he could lower its value for a moment to talk to you.

Just as you slipped into the white tee, a sound at the back door made you perk up. Expecting your brother, your heart both raced and sank at the sight of Maki walking toward you.

“Oh,” you stammered, shifting in your seat a little. You were under the impression you would have the house to yourself for the night. “Hi, Maki.”

“Hey. I hope it’s okay I’m here. Fuma said I could jump in the pool to cool off.”

“Sure. Of course. Long day?”

Maki sat on the chair next to yours and pulled his shirt over his head. “Brutal. How about you?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and shrugged. Speaking was out of the question for you at the moment. There was a strong chance your voice would crack under the pressure of trying not to salivate at the sight of his chest and abs.

Meanwhile, Maki was taking great care to stare into your eyes to keep from glancing down at your body. It was just so pretty. Unfortunately, this dedicated stare unnerved you and made you wilt.

Was Maki crazy or did he sense some tension? Suddenly, you weren’t keen on talking to him and even turned your head away. Were you mad about something? Had he intruded on your alone time?

“Care to join me?” Maki asked politely.

“In the pool?”

“Yeah. Where else?”

A bed would be nice. “Sorry. I’m a little out of it,” you said, running a hand through your hair.

Maki walked over to the pool and dipped his hand in, testing the temperature and finding it perfectly cool. “Wanna talk about it?”

You followed him and lowered to the edge, letting your legs sink into the water. “I’m sure you have better things to do than listen to my problems,” you mumbled.

Maki dropped into the pool and yelped loudly at the refreshing chill, making you giggle. He combed his wet hands through his hair, slicking it back, and turned around to face you. “Why do you say that?”

You sighed loudly as you swished your legs back and forth in the cold water. “If you really want to know... I like this guy.”

Maki fought back a frown. Whoever this guy was, Maki already knew three things: he was a lucky bastard, Maki hated his guts, and he didn’t deserve you.

“Why is that a problem?” Maki asked curiously, hoping he successfully hid his envy.

He had, because you were none the wiser. “He doesn’t like me back,” you replied softly, your voice full of longing. “He doesn’t even notice me.”

“He’s an idiot.”

Your eyes widened in surprise.

“You’re beautiful,” Maki blurted before he could stop himself.

That was the last thing you expected him to say. Coming from him, it was almost too big a compliment to take. “You think I’m beautiful?”

“Well, yeah,” Maki said, sinking deeper into the water until it touched his chin. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

You were relieved to hear him tease you. It reminded you of a simpler time when you were kids chasing each other around the yard. Back before you fell head over heels in love with a man that would never love you back.

“I won’t,” you told him with a chuckle.

“Have you tried getting his attention or talking to him about how you feel?”

“No. I could never. It would be too awkward.”

Maki pursed his lips. On the one hand, he was kinda happy you hadn’t yet given someone the chance to steal you away, but on the other, it saddened him that you liked someone that didn’t give you the care you deserved.

Trying to be gallant, Maki said, “It’s not awkward at all. You just look him in the eyes, say his name and tell him you want him.”

You grinned from ear-to-ear. Fuck. Why did he have to be so endearingly sweet and cute and funny? For being so insufferably gorgeous, Maki was an idiot.

Not to mention, full of shit.

Here he was, face-to-face with the girl he liked and Maki had never for a second had enough courage to tell her how he felt. Where he got the balls from to give you advice to do the one thing he’d never been strong enough to do was a mystery.

But his words made you brave.

You grabbed the edge of the pool and dropped in. You were so nervous that the water’s chill barely got a reaction out of you and Maki definitely noticed. You moved a little closer to him and said, “Maki?”

“Yeah?”

“I want you.”

Now, with all due respect, Maki was an idiot, but he was not stupid. He was rather intelligent. But it took a whole minute for him to realize what you’d said, then connect it to the context he had just made. And his jaw dropped.

You watched his lips part. Maki had never looked so utterly dumbfounded in his entire life. And you’d been there for most of it.

You’d watched each other grow up, drifting farther apart when all you’d wanted was to be together.

Maki finally closed his mouth and asked, “Are you joking?”

Your heart sank deep into your stomach. “Huh?”

“Please. Tell me if this is a joke or a prank or something.”

“I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m sorry, but…” you apologized, but truthfully, you were starting to get a little angry and defended, “You literally just told me to tell you how I feel.”

Maki called your name and started closing the distance between you. “I need you to tell me if you really want me.”

“I just told you I want you! How many times do I have to humiliate myself? Are you into that kind of thing?”

“I’m into you.”

Your eyes widened and in the next second, Maki was kissing you. The warmth of his body was already blending into yours as he cradled your head in his hands and stole another kiss from your lips.

Something broke inside both of you. From all the pining and longing to finally having what you always wanted, you were out of your mind. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him back with a fire and passion you’d never felt before.

Maki made a tiny noise. Despite the cold water, he was heating up by a million degrees. Warmth rushed through his body, straight to his cock.

The next few minutes were a blur. You kissed for what felt like days, then at some point you dragged Maki out of the pool with you. Leaving a trail of wet footprints through the house, you finally made it to your bedroom and stripped out of your soaked tee.

Maki whispered something under his breath, something in a language you didn't understand, before latching his lips to your neck and sucking beneath your ear. It caught you off-guard and you moaned, arching into his body and tangling a fist in his long hair.

And Maki really liked that reaction.

He squeezed his arms around you tighter and nibbled at the base of your throat, kissing and sucking, and shot a brief look toward your bed. He was tempted to shuffle you over to it, but he was mindful not to go too fast too soon.

A worry that was quickly dashed when you palmed his hard cock over his swimming trunks.

Maki broke from the sensitive skin beneath your ear to groan as you dipped your hand into his shorts and grabbed him. His hips rocked forward, seeking the warmth of your hand.

“You’re big,” you whispered in disbelief, fighting a giggle.

Reaching down to grip a handful of your ass, Maki released a shaky breath in your ear as you stroked him. You felt his fingers skim up your back and tapped the tied bow of your bikini top just before he asked, “Can I take this off?”

You nodded and Maki stripped it off you slowly, teasingly.

The moment his hands cupped your breasts and his thumbs teased over your nipples, you started moving backwards, drawing him with you until you fell onto the bed together. You grabbed his head and made Maki meet your kisses, humming when his tongue slipped into your mouth.

Maki grinded into you, kissing you even harder when your legs wrapped around his waist. He still couldn’t believe any of this was actually happening.

But here you were, dragging your fingers down his back and sucking on his tongue in your mouth.

Maki never stopped kissing or touching you as he pulled off his swimming trunks. His hard cock twitched when it rubbed against your clothed folds and Maki drifted his lips over your neck, whispering, “Can I take these off, too?”

His fingers hooked into the waistband of your bikini bottoms, but when you said nothing, gulping loudly instead, Maki propped himself over you to look you in the eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

You shivered a little, nervous, and said in a small voice, “I’ve never...”

Maki once again needed a moment for your words to hit him. When they did, his eyes widened. “Oh.”

You nodded.

“Why not?” Maki asked curiously.

“I’ve fooled around before, but I’ve never... liked anyone enough to go all the way with them.”

Maki studied you and felt deeply out of place. Had he known this would happen - to be fair, never in his wildest dreams did he think you would invite him into your bed - he would have made this whole thing a romantic affair.

He was a hopeless romantic, after all.

You blinked up at Maki and added, “I always felt like something was missing.”

“And how about now?”

“I’ve never wanted anything more. Nothing’s missing.”

Maki smiled. He had already accepted he’d never wanted someone this badly either.

Heat warmed your cheeks. The way he was looking at you made your heart flutter. There was an adorable twinkle in his eyes that shone even brighter than the lust.

“I trust you, Maki,” you whispered, pulling him down and kissing the corner of his mouth. “I’m not worried.”

“I promise to go slow,” Maki said, pressing a kiss to your lips and another to your cheek. “Tell me if it’s too much or it hurts.”

“Okay,” you replied, biting your lip.

Maki began kissing his way down your body, spending extra time with his lips wrapped around your nipple, and stripped your swimsuit down your legs. You couldn’t help but press your legs together once he had, shy at being exposed, but Maki grabbed your knees and spread you apart for him, brushing his fingers down your inner thigh before slipping them between your folds.

A soft moan escaped you when his finger pressed inside you.

“Fuck,” Maki groaned. He thought he’d run out of patience, going mad at the feel of your body, but he quickly realized he’d gladly finger you for hours just to see how many orgasms he could coax out of you.

You squirmed on the bed, eyes winched closed as Maki worked you toward release. He started slow, adding another finger and picking up the pace. You could hear the wet squelch of your pussy clenching on his digits, especially when he hooked them against your sweet spot.

“Do you touch yourself?” Maki suddenly asked.

“Yes,” you told him, panting. You were too close to the edge to formulate a lie.

Maki smirked and bit his lip, dragging his fingers against your walls. “Do you think of me when you do it?”

“Y-yes,” you said, winding your fists in the blanket underneath you.

Maki chuckled darkly, a low sound that completely unraveled you. You tipped your head back and moaned, and Maki sped up, growling, “Come for me.”

Your body obeyed. You twisted on your side, crying out and burying your face in the blanket to muffle the sound. Maki kept pumping his fingers inside you, riding out your high, his thumb rubbing at your clit, while his other hand reached over to grab your jaw so he could pry you from hiding your noises.

Panting for breath, your body trembled and you blinked to clear your eyes. Maki withdrew his fingers from you and rolled you onto your back, making room for himself between your thighs. He coated his cock in your release, glistening with your slick.

You finally lifted your head to watch him lining his member with your entrance and a wave of nerves crashed over you, but you spread your legs and bent your knees, because you wanted him so badly you almost couldn’t stand it.

“Ready?” Maki asked, guiding the head of his cock into your pussy.

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

You groaned with impatience. “Yes. Yes. Yes. A million times yes.”

Maki snickered. Then, he paled. “Shit. What the fuck am I doing?”

Confused, you met his eyes again. “What?”

“I gotta get a condom.”

You reached for him, grabbing his arms, and said, “I’m on the pill.”

Maki seemed to weigh that for a moment and you felt the tension leave his shoulders. He lowered onto you and crashed his lips on yours, winding his fingers into your hair.

You loved the weight of him on top of you. Feeling his cock against your folds, you grinded against him, enticing him to take you, and Maki groaned softly into your skin.

Burying his face in your neck, Maki snuck a hand down and palmed your sex. Then, you felt his cock finally pushing inside and you whimpered, clinging to him tightly as he stretched you open, coaxing himself into your core until he could go no further. When he broke through your resistance, you sucked in a sharp breath between your teeth.

Maki let out a deep moan once he was sheathed to the hilt and he left a gentle kiss in the crook of your neck. His breaths were staggered, much like yours. You were so tight it made him worry that he’d pushed your limits. “Does it hurt?”

A little at first, but you had no intention of telling him that. He would probably stop and that was the last thing you wanted. You shook your head and said, “No. It feels good. Just... please move.”

And you weren’t lying. It did feel good. You had no idea another person could fill you so completely. You already couldn’t imagine living without Maki’s body tangled with yours.

Maki drew his hips back and thrust in, and you locked your arms and legs around him. The way he was looking at you made your heart skip a beat. He couldn’t stop staring into your eyes, like he was hopelessly lost.

“What’s wrong?” you asked shakily.

Maki slowed a little, sinking into you deep and stopping. He brushed his lips over yours and whispered, “You’re just so beautiful.”

Heat rushed through you and you smiled up at him. Roaming your hands up his back, you carded your fingers into his hair and brought him down for a kiss, one he matched hungrily.

"You're taking me so well, baby," Maki parted from your lips long enough to say. "Tell me if it's too much."

You shook your head and held onto him a little tighter. "It will never be too much. I want it all."

Maki groaned, "Fuck," and dropped his head in the crook of your neck again, his hips canting forward like his body was on autopilot. It was mind-blowing; the wet heat of your sex drawing him in. He could feel you arching into him, making your walls flutter around his cock.

He loved that you wanted him as desperately as he wanted you. If you only knew how many times he fisted his cock, closed his eyes, and pretended it was you.

Little noises of pleasure mingled with your breaths, and Maki knew he was hitting the right spot. The spinning ceiling fan above blurred in your vision and you understood why Maki was hiding his face. Probably because his eyes were rolling back into his head, much like yours were. You tangled your fingers in his hair and kissed the top of his shoulder, whispering, "Don't stop. Please, don't stop."

Maki panted harder with his pace, his rapid gasps cooling the sweat on your skin. Every now and then he would kiss or suck beneath your ear, at one point he clamped his teeth down at the base of your neck like needed an outlet, because fuck, you were going to milk every last drop of cum out of him.

You cried out at a hard thrust and locked your legs around Maki's waist, trapping him against you. Passion and lust and instinct filled you from head-to-toe. All you knew in that moment was Maki's body was a high and you never wanted to come down. "Maki, I'm...," you stuttered.

Maki propped up on his hands and immediately leaned down to kiss you. His pace was hard and fast now, and you were eating it up. Your fingertips were set deep in his back and your legs were a vise around his hips. You were drawing him into you, matching his rhythm.

"Are you coming, baby?" Maki asked breathlessly, kissing you before you could answer, because your glistening swollen lips looked so goddamn kissable. He broke from the kiss and said, "I'm gonna come with you. Can I come inside?"

You nodded without missing a beat. You wanted that more than anything. You wanted to feel him, everything he had. Nothing held back.

"Are you sure?"

Nodding again, you realized he wanted - no, needed - to hear you say it. "Come inside me," you purred, reaching up to hold his head in your hands. "I want you to."

Maki's lips parted, his jaw slack, and he tipped his head back and bit his lip to fight a moan. It still escaped him anyway and the sound shot pleasure through every inch of you.

"Do that again," you said impatiently, grabbing his face again and making him look at you. "Don't be quiet. There's no one else here. Just you and me."

Maki realized too late that he was borderline whimpering every time he sank into your perfect pussy, in addition to panting like he couldn't get enough air. Your walls were gripping his cock so tight. Maki kept chanting in his mind that this was your first time and he had to be a gentleman, but damn it, you kept fucking him up with your voice and your touch, and your everything.

You smiled when he let out another string of curse words, his back arching as he snapped his hips between your legs, his cock driving in deep. You were riding another high that you could make him feel so insane. Already, you had a sneaking suspicion this boy was yours now.

"Please, come," Maki rasped, his nose brushing yours as he stole an open-mouthed kiss, a messy clash of tongues. "I can't... fuck, baby... you feel so good."

It was already building and you kept moving in tandem with his thrusts. Maki glanced down to watch where your bodies connected, his stiff cock vanishing inside you, your pretty breasts bouncing with his movements. Damn it, he should have sucked on your nipples and put your legs on his shoulders.

Next time, he thought. Right now, Maki could feel how close you were and he'd been fighting off his own orgasm for what felt like hours.

You started to squirm. Your hands tried to find purchase somewhere before settling on his waist, his skin scalding hot to the touch. "Maki," you sighed, repeating his name like it was all you knew.

"I got you, baby," he said affectionately, staring into your eyes and setting you on fire. "You're mine now."

The sound that burst out of your throat was pure ecstasy as you finished on his cock, the breath seizing in your lungs as your body tightened up and shook. Your eyes winched closed and your legs locked on Maki's hips hard enough to interrupt his pace, but he kept stroking you through the high as your cunt kneaded him.

You were vaguely aware of him chanting, "Fuck," and your body sending him into his own orgasm, making him release inside you. His voice pitched higher and he moaned as his thrusts turned hurried and frantic, his hands pressing down on your thighs so he could keep moving.

Maki devolved into a mess above you, shoving his cock into your spent pussy until he'd filled you with his load. The room echoed with his desperate sounds and strained breaths, and with one final shaky thrust, he collapsed on top of you.

Your eyes widened in surprise when he landed on your chest with a little grunt. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms and legs around him, stroking up and down his back to comfort him, and quipped, "Oh, god, I killed him."

Maki laughed, his breath hot on your neck.

You were grinning so hard your cheeks ached. As far as first times went, you couldn't imagine a better one.

Maki finally came to some of his senses and lifted up on his elbows. He pressed a swift kiss to the corner of your mouth and asked, "You sure I didn't hurt you?"

"I'm fine," you told him with a nod, stealing a kiss of your own. For a moment, you studied him - his swollen lips, his flushed cheeks, and his sparkly eyes. The boy was so fucked out, you wanted to brand this view of him into your mind forever. Nibbling your lip, you said, "Let's do it again."

Maki took one look at the excitement on your face and huffed, "You are going to kill me." Shaking his head and chuckling, he slipped out of you and dropped to his side, making the mattress bounce a little. "I gotta take you to dinner," he started bashfully.

You rolled right toward him and smashed your lips on his, stopping only to say, "We can order delivery."

Maki carded his fingers into your hair, kissing you back hotly. Things began heating up again when you shoved your tongue down his throat and straddled his lap. The moment he felt your slick, warm folds on his cock, he knew it was only a matter of time before he was hard again.

That thought was quickly dispelled by the sound of a door shutting.

"I'm home!" Fuma's familiar voice rang through the house.

Both you and Maki looked at each other with wide, terrified eyes.

"Oh, shit," said Maki, still holding onto your waist.

You were already jumping to your feet and looking for your clothes. The sudden reminder of soreness between your legs made you wobble and Maki was there, getting an arm around your waist and half-carrying you to the bathroom attached to your room.

"Hide," he told you under his breath, quickly scooping up your bikini and his own clothes. Maki had barely gotten his swimming trunks on when there was a little knock on your bedroom door, followed by it swinging open.

Fuma stopped in his tracks at the sight of an obviously disheveled Maki.

"Hi," Maki blurted, his voice cracking.

"Hi," Fuma said suspiciously. He peered around and understandably asked, "Why the hell are you in my sister's room?"

Maki had not prepared for this - this nightmare from hell scenario. He was still pussy drunk, to be honest. Blinking like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming semi-truck, he fumbled around with his words and managed, "She's in the bathroom. Everything's fine. We went swimming."

Fuma glanced right past Maki at your bed, seeing it had clearly been used, and his eyes narrowed. "You're a dead man," he seethed.

"I know," Maki wheezed, accepting his fate.

Fuma was on his way to throttling Maki when you came out of the bathroom, clad in your fluffy pink robe, and yelled, "Fuma, don't you dare! You can't murder my boyfriend!"

"Boyfriend?!" Fuma exclaimed, his eyes full of shock, but mostly fury. "I think the fuck not."

You approached him slowly, mainly trying to hide your wobbly steps, and said, "I'm really happy. Don't ruin this for me."

Maki was staring at you like you were some kind of unicorn, but most of all, he was over the moon that you'd called him your boyfriend. He wanted to bounce around the room and celebrate. Fuma's gaze kept him pinned, deflating the pride that had filled his chest.

Fuma was not convinced. Folding his arms and glancing between the two of you, his expression full of scrutiny like he was judge, jury, and executioner rolled into one very angry brother, he asked, "How long has this been going on?"

"Oh, this was the first time we had sex. I promise," Maki said hurriedly, making you facepalm so hard the sound of the slap filled the room.

Fuma closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I have to kill him," he hissed.

"No," you said sharply, bracing a hand on your brother's chest. You softened, "Please, Fuma. He's just dumb."

"Thanks," Maki deadpanned.

You shot him a look and flirted, "I like my men dumb."

Maki flushed and bit his lip to hide a grin. For you, he would be the dumbest motherfucker that ever lived.

After a pause, Fuma pointed between you and your new boyfriend and said, "There's going to be rules about this."

Rules that you would inevitably break, no doubt, but you and Maki nodded, willing to play along if it kept Fuma from being murderous.

"You guys can't be doing it here," Fuma said gruffly. "Because walking in on this..., has taken years off my life. I need a cigarette and a beer."

You snorted. "Don't just waltz into my room then."

"Yeah, five minutes ago you would have gotten a front row view to my ass cheeks," Maki joked, trying to ease some of the tension with humor.

Fuma frowned and pinched the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes again, his jaw clenching. "I'm gonna need you not to speak," he snapped.

You glided over to Maki and put a hand on his shoulder, saying, "Babe, let me handle the talking from now on, okay?"

Maki nodded, already lighting up with your simple touch. He glanced down at you in the bathrobe, remembered why you were naked underneath, and quickly started thinking about other things to avoid getting bricked up in front of his best friend.

With one more steadying breath, Fuma looked at you and simmered. "You're happy?"

You beamed at him and nodded. "Yeah, I really am."

"Alright," he said, resigned. Then, he pointed at Maki. "You break her heart, I break your balls."

Not trusting himself to speak again, Maki gave an enthusiastic thumbs up. Hell, if one of you was going to get hurt, he'd make damn sure it was him.

Fuma cleared out quickly. He was uncomfortable, you could tell. Maki was his best friend, after all. They would definitely need to work things out friendship-wise, but at least in the meantime, you'd convinced him to spare your lover's life.

With your brother gone, Maki didn't hesitate to loop his arms around your waist and tug you close to him. "Boyfriend, huh?" Maki teased, arching his brows.

You giggled, practically melting into his touch. "I saved your life, you know," you retorted, draping your arms across his shoulders and meeting his oncoming kisses.

After getting his fill, Maki kneaded your hips and asked, "So, your first time - how was it?"

"It was perfect," you said with a smile that warmed Maki down to his core.

"Can I please buy you dinner now?"

[lunegenic]

fighter.

in which maki won't stop asking you out on a date and thinks he finally found a way to impress you. or - the one where maki ruins you for anyone else. wc: 4k | notes: smut (don't like it? don't read it), mild language, mentions of blood and boxing, some innuendos bc maki is a major flirt, fingering, creampie, minors do not interact!

Maki was a royal pain in the ass.

He was the king of campus, the undisputed golden boy, the star athlete; it was his world and the rest of you were just living in it.

The first day of the semester, Maki set his eyes on you, shamelessly asking you to go out with him that night. You turned him down politely, because you were only interested in your studies and you'd already heard of his reputation.

Maki took that as a challenge.

Soon it became a game. You never knew when you'd run into Maki, but he seemed to have your schedule mapped out in no time. When you stepped out of English, he was leaning back against the wall, cool and composed, and greeted, "Hey, pretty. Let me take you out tonight."

"Not tonight, Maki," you replied, failing to hide a tiny smile that Maki was quick to clock.

Another week passed and Maki started waiting for you after chemistry lab, knowing your arms would be full of textbooks. He didn't hesitate to take the pile from you to carry himself as he walked you to your car.

After the first time, you asked, "I guess I owe you, huh?"

Maki made a face and said, "Nah, just getting to hear about your day was enough."

That surprised you and you couldn't help peering up at him curiously, like he was a puzzle to figure out.

Maki closed your door and said cutely, "Drive safe, pretty," and you totally melted, falling asleep that night to thoughts of Maki's handsome smile and beautiful eyes.

Eventually, the exchanges became less about Maki getting you to go on a date with him and more about who could outlast this little game.

"Hey, pretty. Wanna go for a ride?" Maki asked you while standing next to his black motorcycle.

You gave the bike a glance over and folded your arms tightly. It was mid-autumn now, and the late afternoons were getting colder. "When hell freezes over maybe," you smarted, smiling despite your words.

Maki winced dramatically and put a hand over his chest, like your rejection was a barb lodging into his heart.

Though you would never admit it, this game with Maki was the highlight of your semester. Every time you felt overwhelmed by class or exhausted by homework, Maki would appear and get a playful rise out of you.

"Hey, pretty. Why don't you hop off your high horse and onto something bigger?"

"It's big, huh?"

"Come see for yourself."

"I'm busy."

"Get busy with me instead."

You laughed, and Maki always grinned whenever he succeeded in getting a laugh out of you.

Maki never invaded your space or made you uncomfortable, and you liked that about him. You kept waiting for the news that he'd been spotted with another girl on campus, but it never came. Surely, he'd give up on you and find a different piece of ass to chase that wasn't so stubborn.

That got you thinking - which was never a good idea - that maybe there was something else to Maki that you'd overlooked because of his reputation. Perhaps you'd judged him before you'd even met him, and already painted a picture of him in your head that was totally wrong.

Things changed between the two of you on a chilly autumn afternoon, winter just over the horizon, when Maki caught you on your way to political science.

"Hey, pretty," he called to you as he always did, falling in step alongside you. "I have a serious question for you."

Well, that was new. "I'm listening."

Maki took a breath, almost like he was nervous, and said, "There's a secret matchup going on tonight and I would really like you to be there."

"What kind of matchup?" you asked curiously.

"That's the thing - I can't tell you, but it's safe. Lots of our fellow classmates will be there."

You narrowed your eyes at him and said, "I don't think you're dangerous, you know."

Maki stopped, his eyes never leaving yours. "I just want you to feel safe."

That actually warmed you, and you were doubly curious now. "When and where?"

Maki's face lit up. He'd completely expected you to turn him down like you had a million times before. "Shit. For real?"

You snickered at his reaction and nodded.

"Tonight at 8," Maki finally said, smiling. "I'll be waiting in the parking lot for you."

"See you then."

The moment your classes were done for the day, you raced home and spent an hour settling on an outfit, one that would eccentuate your curves. You did your hair and makeup, and spritzed on the perfume Maki had once made a comment about.

"Damn, you smell good," he'd said in a low voice, and you'd immediately designated that scent as your favorite.

At 8 o'clock, you pulled into the lot and sighed in relief that Maki was waiting, leaning back against his motorcycle. You were starting to fantasize about riding it. Among other things.

When you stepped out of the car, Maki opened his mouth to greet you but froze, scanning you up and down like he eating you up with his eyes.

"Wow," he gawked. "You look beautiful."

You smoothed down your shirt and shifted your weight awkwardly, feeling your cheeks heat up at the compliment. "Thanks."

Maki closed the distance between you and held out his arm for you to take. "I'll be your escort for this evening."

You giggled and slid your hand into his offered arm.

Maki walked you across campus, beneath the bright lamps lining the pathways. He was surprisingly quiet for once and you couldn't help but think he was nervous about something.

"Are you okay?" you asked him softly.

"Yeah, sorry," he quickly said. "I'm just trying to think of how to impress you."

"You don't need to impress me, Maki. I'm here, aren't I?"

Maki looked at you and smiled, relaxing after hearing that.

He led you to the old mess hall, which you'd heard was being used for storage. Also that it hosted some insane parties. Your heart sank that he'd lured you to a party; you kinda wanted to just hang out with him and get to know him better, but when he brought you to a side door and down a small staircase, your eyes widened in shock.

It was a massive underground room full of your classmates, just as Maki said it would be. They were yelling and cheering, surrounding a makeshift ring blocked off by padded ropes.

A boxing ring. Where two boys were pummeling each other.

"Out of all the things I thought would be here, this never made the list," you said, still glancing around the room like it hadn't sunken in yet.

Maki leaned toward you and asked, "What was at the top of the list?"

"Drug-fueled orgy."

Maki burst into laughter, which pleased you, and he flirted, "Good to know that's where your thoughts went. We have a lot in common."

You turned to him and laughed.

Maki worked his way through the crowd with you still on his arm. A few girls that you had classes with greeted you, as if you fit right in. All the boys greeted Maki with respect.

Once Maki had you seated in a front-row spot with a close view of the ring, he slipped out of his jacket and draped it around your shoulders like a cloak.

Your eyes widened in surprise. "Maki, are you...?"

"Big fight for me tonight, pretty," Maki said coolly, unbuttoning his shirt. "I knew if you were here, I would fight my best."

No words came. You just stared at him as he stripped until he was shirtless, his muscles bulging. Then you watched him spin the bandages on his hands and fingers. All the while, your mind was going a million miles a minute.

What you thought was going to be your first date with Maki was instead making you evaluate all your feelings for him in a very limited amount of time.

Finished prepping, Maki took your hand and pressed his lips to the top. "Wish me luck, pretty," he said, letting go of your hand and turning away before you could reply.

You leapt to your feet and called after him, "Maki, wait!"

He stopped. "What's up?"

"I don't want you to do this."

Maki arched a brow at you and asked, "Why not?"

"Because you could get really hurt," you exclaimed, glancing behind him at the loser of the previous match who was covered in his own blood from an obvious broken nose and busted lip.

Maki's expression changed on a dime and he teased coyly, "Are you starting to care about me?"

You grumbled. "Do you have any idea what the human body goes through when it gets hit hard enough?"

"Yeah. Been there, done that," he replied nonchalantly.

To your surprise, you tensed with tears. The thought of someone slugging Maki, the image of him hitting the floor, filled you with such dread it knocked the wind out of you. You recalled the moments spent with him over the past few weeks: him holding the door for you, carrying your books, making you laugh when you were on the verge of tears.

You couldn't imagine such a sweet boy doing what it took to stay alive in a ring with no rules.

Maki noticed everything where you were concerned, closed the distance between you, and cut the tension by flirting, "If I get hurt, you can stitch me back up, pretty."

You filled from head-to-toe with annoyance and it converted to anger quicker than you thought possible. "Is getting into my pants that important to you?"

Maki narrowed his eyes at you and said, "I'm not trying to get into your pants." Then, he slipped an arm around your waist and pulled you flush against him. Calls of his name summoning him to the ring grew louder, but Maki acted as if he didn't hear it, only aware of you. "I'm trying to get into your heart," he whispered for your ears alone.

You'd never wanted someone so badly than you did at that moment, and you lifted to your tiptoes and kissed him. You could feel Maki smile into the kiss and warmth rushed through you, hot and burning.

When you parted from him, Maki was slow to open his eyes, like he was still processing the kiss and letting it consume him. "Just for you, pretty," he said quietly, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. "I won't take a single hit."

"Promise," you said, breathless, wanting to drag him out of there and kiss him until the sun came up.

"Promise."

With that, Maki let you go and strutted toward the ring, and you felt the loss of him, suddenly cold. You returned to your chair and your cheeks flamed with embarrassment, realizing you'd just kissed Maki in a room filled to the brim of your peers.

But then you looked at Maki and saw him staring at you from the other side of the padded ropes and you smiled, not caring anymore.

It was worth it.

When Maki was introduced as the reigning undefeated champion, all nerves left you. And when Maki dodged every blow meant for him and suckerpunched his opponent, sending him to the floor, you realized the sweet gentleman you knew him to be was reserved for you.

He was powerful and confident, and even though every girl in that room was screaming his name, Maki was looking for your approval and your voice only.

You weren't cheering or clapping like the others, but you were on your feet, looking at Maki from across the way like you were ready to devour him.

Maki smirked.

It was your turn to lead him. Once Maki had pulled his shirt back on, opting to leave it unbuttoned like he knew he'd be taking it off again soon, you took his hand and smiled as he laced his fingers through yours.

Walking with a little urgency in your stride, Maki told you everything; how his father taught him boxing when he was young, how he practiced every chance he got because he wanted to fight professionally one day, and how excited he was to show you this side of him.

Once the two of you reached your car, you turned to face Maki and said, "I need to apologize, I... misjudged you."

"No, you didn't," Maki replied without missing a beat, coming close and getting his arms around your waist again. "I'm really bad for you," he whispered darkly.

"Nice try, Maki. You're in my heart now."

Maki smiled at that and claimed your lips with a mind-blowing kiss that made your knees weak.

You tugged him into the backseat of your car, falling inside with him in a heap. Maki parted from your lips just long enough to close the door behind him and then he was back on you, kissing you recklessly.

The kisses were hot and heavy, much like his body on top of yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist and fumbled with his shirt until it was on the floor, roaming your hands across his scalding skin and feeling taut muscles underneath.

"Fuck. What are you doing to me?" Maki growled, latching his lips to your neck and sucking.

You gasped for air as he began marking your neck and said, "The same thing you're doing to me."

Maki grabbed your waist and thrust the big bulge in his pants against your clothed sex, groaning in his throat when he felt the heat of you. Fisting his hair, you arched up to meet him, reaching down with your free hand to fiddle at his belt.

While you got Maki's cock out of his pants, he hiked your skirt up around your hips and ripped your leggings with effortless ease, exposing your pretty pink panties that you were debating letting him see tonight.

Just as you finally got your hand around his thick length, Maki slipped a hand into your underwear and palmed your sex. When he pressed two long fingers deep into your cunt, you tipped your head back and whimpered.

"You wanna come on my fingers first, baby?" Maki asked, trying to be flirty, but you could hear how breathless he sounded. His cock twitched in your hand at the grip your pussy had on his digits.

You shook your head and bit your lip. "On your cock," you told him, letting out another shaky breath as he pumped his fingers in you.

"I think I should stretch you out first."

You felt yourself getting slicker each time his fingers pushed in, but all you could think about was the stiff cock in your hand and you wanted to stretch around that, not his fingers. Though he was using them expertly, dragging his fingertips against your sweet spot.

Maki sucked in a breath through his teeth when you played with the head of his cock, smearing his precum with your thumb. He felt you trying to steer his length to your entrance and he let you, tugging your panties to the side so he could fit the tip of his dick into your entrance.

When he finally started pushing in, you sank your fingers into his back for dear life and moaned, winching your eyes closed at the stretch. Maki swallowed your noises, his lips on yours, easing his cock in and out of your heat until you'd taken every inch of him.

"Like that, baby," Maki purred, pressing kisses to your neck. His hands were gripped on the seat to the point his knuckles ached, not wanting to bruise your skin, because holy fuck, you were so hot and tight he couldn't stand it.

You lost yourself to the feeling of Maki inside you, wondering how you had ever lived your life without him. You couldn't imagine going another night without his body against yours.

Maki's thoughts weren't much different. You completely consumed him, body, mind, and soul. He would do anything for a chance to have you, would kill any man that tried to take you away from him. Fuck, it was just too good.

"You're so big and deep," you whined, arching your body to meet his, hooking your legs on his hips and drawing him into you with every thrust.

"All of it's yours now, baby," Maki said, staring at where your bodies connected, watching his cock vanish inside your perfect velvet pussy every time he snapped his hips into yours. You were mewling like a bitch in heat, so he kept hitting you with those long, hard strokes.

When you started squirming, as if trying to get him in even deeper, Maki groaned and taunted, "You gonna come for me?"

The car rocked underneath you. You could feel it swaying with his movements. Every time Maki thrust his cock into you, you were shoved closer to the edge. Biting your lip to stifle your sounds, you stared up at Maki and held onto his burly arms.

Maki kissed your sweet lips, setting your whimpers and moans free, and said, "Come on my cock."

You shook your head, because you wanted to, but you knew it was going to ruin you. His cock felt so good buried in your pussy, you couldn't wait to bounce on it, and that had you thinking about seeing Maki again... regularly.

Maki nodded, mocking you. "Yeah, I know I'm breaking this pussy in good. It's mine now."

Your lips parted in surprise at how blunt he suddenly was, and how badly it turned you on. "Fuck," you cried out. "I can't, Maki. I can't."

He wasn't done. "I'm making sure every time you close your eyes all you're gonna see is me inside you. You're gonna dream about this dick."

"Fuck you," you snapped at him, but you didn't mean it. You just didn't like hearing what you already knew to be true. The very thing you'd been avoiding - falling for Maki - had happened. It was too late, you were done for.

"I want you hitting me up in the middle of the night, begging me to come take it." Maki rolled his hips into yours, hitting the spot deep inside you that made you see stars and whispered, "Because I will, baby. I'll come take it every fucking time."

"Oh my god," you moaned as you came, your walls pulsing and kneading his cock.

Maki kept the same pace, as if he knew exactly how to tear you apart, piece by piece. He growled in his throat at your pussy clamping down on him and said, "Good girl."

Your vision was blurry, your eyes full of tears. You'd never felt such raw, overpowering pleasure before in your life. You had no idea your body was capable of it.

Maki wrapped his arms around you, his chest against yours, and tucked his head in the crook of your neck, kissing affectionately at the base of your throat, whispering, "That's my girl. You did so good, baby. Fuck, you're so pretty when you come."

Every stroke of his cock now had you reeling. You were out of your mind with how safe and warm you felt, your body buzzing with euphoria.

"Don't stop, Maki," you begged, your voice weak and broken. "I don't want you to stop till you've filled me up."

"I'm not stopping, baby," Maki growled in your ear, still kissing your sensitive skin, slick with sweat, his and yours. "You're gonna take all of me."

After letting you come down from your high, Maki gave you a swift kiss on the lips before sitting up straight and gathering your legs in his hands. He bent your knees and pressed your thighs toward your body, folding you almost in half and gloving his cock in you at a fast and merciless pace.

All you could do was swear, your voice breaking as you pleaded with Maki to come. His big cock kissed your cervix, taking you for all you were worth, and you finally screamed his name.

Maki buried himself to the hilt in your cunt and released with a strangled groan, drawing back just a little to snap his cock back inside, filling you with his load. You could feel its warmth deep inside you where it belonged. Still sensitive, your walls pulsed around him, milking every last drop.

You made a little noise when Maki pulled his spent cock from you and flopped back against the seat, letting his head fall back and closing his eyes as he caught his breath. You smiled when he pulled your legs over his lap and began stroking your thigh.

A quiet moment later, Maki rasped, "You okay?"

You nodded and Maki smiled in relief.

He asked shyly, "Does this mean you'll finally let me take you out?"

"I literally let you come in me after our first date."

Maki snickered, watching you sit up and adjust your skirt. The moment you turned to look at him bashfully, Maki cupped your cheek and kissed you hard.

You broke away and took a steadying breath, saying, "I'll let you take me out on one condition."

Maki's eyes lit up with excitement. "Anything you want, pretty."

"Take me on your motorcycle. Pun intended."

[minhosimthings]

Killshot, Baby! || 18+

Synopsis: Who better to comfort you after your heart break over an unrequited love that your best friend, Euijoo? And who better to take your virginity as well?

Pairing: best friend Euijoo x fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, p in v, unprotected sex (not for you), oral (f receiving), fingering, virginity loss (f), corruption kink, dom!euijoo, sub!reader, big dih euijoo my beloved, SIZE KINK, a bit of dumbification?, pervert euijoo, panty sniffing yay, masturbation (m), reader is ultra feminine and lowkey dumb asf i would be too for euijoo, euijoo lowkey toxic af but we love him, Nicholas slander sorry bby i love you, not proofread gomenesai

A/N: anon deserves head for requesting this I FUCKING LOVE THIS FIC best thing i've put out till date no i will not take any arguments. legit got the worst writer's block on this but the power of byun euijoo's cheeks coursed through my clit and i finished it. Panty sniffer euijoo is something I never thought I'd be turned on by but hey here we are my pussy is ready to be bred euijoo. As always, enjoy, my sweethearts!

Word Count: 12.9k (romance babes romance)

Your friends knew, your brother knew, the grocery store cashier knew, the milky way and her children knew. Practically the entire universe knew of your crush on Wang Yixiang. 

So it was one of two options: either he was dumb as fuck or you just weren’t his type. 

Yeah, there was no way it would be the second option.

As pathetic and disappointing to feminism as it seemed, you had somewhat molded yourself to fit his type. Maybe not his type exactly, but at least a version that could talk to him as easily as the cicadas talked to the morning. The type that could slap his arm playfully when he made a joke and giggle a giggle that would sound like cherry coke. The type that wore baggy jeans and layered belts, just like him. The type that wasn't a quiet, withdrawn bitch that didn't talk to anybody, wrapped in her own ribbons and lace. The type that would be loud.

So when the day died out and you came back home, exhausted from your fictitious persona, you found solace in the one person that knew the true you.

“You look ridiculous with that on.” Euijoo chuckled, watching you wipe away your dark eyeliner—something you barely wore, “I’m surprised he didn't ask if you’re possessed, love." 

“Shut up.” You said, glancing at him in the vanity mirror. He was leaning back against the headboard of your bed, one arm thrown over his head lazily, while the other went back to scrolling on his phone, “And he did compliment me today, you absolute dick.” 

“You call that a compliment?” Euijoo laughed, throwing his phone down and sitting up, looking at your concentrated face in the mirror removing your makeup. Cute, Euijoo thought. His eyes briefly went down to your thighs in your shorts and then up, thankfully you didn't notice.

Byun Euijoo was a man of many talents. Confessing to his best friend who he had been thirsting over (and masturbating to the image of) ever since last summer was not one of them. 

In his defence however……ok he had no defense. Other than the fact that you were the most angelic person he had ever laid his eyes on. And god bless his heart (and dick), the poor boy had had a crush on you since 11th grade.

He knew it would be like all those books you read, the ones in which the guy is whole heartedly, heart-poundingly, cock-crushingly in love with the female lead, who ends up with somebody else. The second male lead syndrome, as you called it, passionately declaring that you would always love the second male lead more.

Euijoo wanted to stand in front of you with a spray painted sign that read “I am your IRL second male lead.”

What on earth did Yixiang even have that he didn't? Apart from the bad-boy look, the beautifully dyed blonde hair, the piercings, the tattoos that he designed himself, the motorbike, the cool sneakers, the–

Euijoo was beginning to see why.

He hadn't noticed it at first, though in hindsight to him now, it was scathingly obvious. The way you asked about Yixiang like nobody else mattered, the way you laughed a little harder at his very unfunny jokes, the way you lingered just a second too long when he was near, the way your voice softened when you said his name. Euijoo used to be the only one who’d hear that sweet tone of yours. 

When you had first confided in him about your earth shattering obsession for Yixiang, he wanted to laugh. You two were polar opposites, oil and water. Of course, opposites do attract but you needed to have a common base first—and there were barely any similarities between you two. You guys didn’t even like the same genre of music! 

And then when he brought it up, you only laughed (your pretty little laugh) and told him about your plan. Authenticity be fucked, he recalled you saying, all you needed to do was get Yixiang interested. Euijoo would have been lying if he said he didn't feel a bit sorry for you. 

If he knew anything about Yixiang, he knew that he wasn’t the type to fall for girls like you. Honey-sweet girls, pale blue ribbons in your hair, starry eyes that looked up at him in a way that made him want to drop to his knees and worship. Honey sweet girls who lived in the clouds and in words, who couldn't handle the emotions that came with being heart-broken. 

Euijoo knew you could protect yourself, that you were a woman with a fully functioning brain, but he also couldn't bear the image of you sobbing your heart out the day Yixiang eventually rejected you. He knew he couldn't predict the future and there could be a sliver of a chance for the both of you—but in his humble, knowledgeable opinion, that sliver was smaller than his will to live. 

But deep inside, he wanted Yixiang to reject you. He wanted so badly for you to come home to him as you always did, for you to sit down on his bed and ask with those pretty pink lips to have him hold you in his arms as you cried into his chest. It scared him sometimes how badly he wanted such a cruel thing. 

But could he really be blamed? When you fit so beautifully in his arms like you were made for his solace alone, like you two were matching puzzle pieces? When he was the only one who knew the deepest, darkest parts of you? When he was the one who had always been there, through desert and storm? Euijoo was a man of many philosophies. At least ninety percent of them revolved around you.

“You coming to Yixiang’s party on the 14th?” You asked, crawling up the bed to reach him, sitting on your knees in front of him. Your shorts barely covered your thighs, a strap of your camisole was slipping off of your shoulder and you were looking at him like he held the world in his arms. How was a man supposed to survive?

“Maybe.” Euijoo hummed, tossing his phone to the side and patting the space beside him, which you quickly occupied, immediately curling into his chest.

You stayed like that for a while, neither of you saying a word, just staring off into space as time ticked away. Euijoo wanted this moment to last forever, just the two of you pressed together like the stars pressed against the dark sky, one of your legs thrown across his, your tits very visible to him as you rested your head on his chest. 

“What’s that pretty little head thinking about, hmm love?” He said soothingly, running his slender fingers through your hair. He felt you exhale shakily against him.

“I think…” You started, then you sat up, turning around to face him again, “I’m gonna tell him in two days.” Euijoo stared at you blankly for about ten seconds, as if trying to get your words to penetrate his mind, “Oh don’t look at me like that Ju.” You chuckled, looking down at your fiddling fingers, “If not now, when?” 

Euijoo kept staring, with that peculiar look in his eyes that you just couldn't figure out. That look in his eyes that always looked like a night sky enveloping a thunderstorm. You told him that once and he had laughed awkwardly, excusing himself to go get a bottle of water. 

“In two days?” Euijoo said at last, sitting up to lean his back against the headboard, “At the party?” His voice was quieter than usual, as you nodded meekly, “I see…”

“That’s all you have to say?” You tilted your head at him, playfully reaching out a hand to grab his chin and tilt his face around, “Who are you and what have you done to my best friend?” 

Euijoo’s soft smile didn't quite reach his eyes as he took your hand in his, rubbing circles over your wrist with his thumb. He stared at your joined hands for a while, his breath even and steady as he refused to meet your gaze. 

“Ju?” You said gently, “Ju, what is it?” You slowly brought your joined hands up, resting your cheek in his palm. Oh this girl, Euijoo thought, letting out a shuddered breath as he saw how you were looking at him. He tried hard not to let his gaze flicker down.

“It’s nothing, love.” He said, his tone tranquil, “I just….” A breath, “Are you sure? Like a hundred percent sure?” He laughed at your offended expression, shifting closer, “I don’t want anything bad to happen to you love, that’s it.”

“Bad?” You said, with a curious tint in your voice, “Why would anything bad happen?” 

Because Yixiang doesn't like you. 

Euijoo wanted to scream it out, cradle your face in his hands and tell you those five magical words. He didn’t care if it hurt you even more than whatever Yixiang would say; he didn’t care if this one fuck up got him barred from hearing your angelic voice ever again. 

But like all men, he held his tongue.

“It’s probably nothing, I’m just worrying too much.” Euijoo laughed, settling down again, holding out his hand to pull you back for cuddles, “You know how I am, don’t you?”

“That I do.” You giggled, happily going back to your cuddling position, “We can get ready together on the 14th and I can show you what I got for Yixiang.” 

“Of course, love.” Euijoo hummed, closing his eyes to allow his mind a second of peace. Which he failed to attain, his mind sending him the most outrageous scenarios ever of the events that would transpire tomorrow.

How slowly the night did fall today.

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“Teach me how to kiss.” 

Byun Euijoo’s cause of death would have been asphyxiation if you didn't slap him on the back to push the popcorn lodged in his throat out.

“Is this because I said your scarves are ugly.” Euijoo said, rubbing his chest as he put the popcorn bowl down to avoid any more accidents, “Is this my karma?” 

“You’re so dramatic.” You said, pausing the show on the tv and turning to face him on the couch. You took both his hands in yours and stared at him with a seriousness that could have rivalled a professor’s, “I need you to teach me how to kiss so that I don’t fuck it up with Yixiang.” 

“Are you hearing yourself right now?” Euijoo said, running a hand through his hair, “We don’t even know what Yixiang is gonna say to you.”

“Are you saying you don’t have faith in my plan?” You said, with a pout on your lips, “You don’t trust me, Ju?”

“Of course I trust you but—”

“Then teach me.” Your faces were mere inches apart in seconds, “Teach me how to kiss.” You crossed your arms and looked at him with challenging eyes, “Or do you not love me anymore?”

It's because I love you, you idiot. 

Euijoo sighed, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. What had life even come to? What had he done in the past for the universe to serve him this—the woman he loved asking him to teach her how to kiss—on a silver platter? Euijoo wouldn't have minded if death came for him at that moment.

“Fine.” 

“Really?” You said excitedly, clapping your hands together, “You’re the best Euijoo has anybody told you that.”

“Yeah yeah I know.” Euijoo let out a breathy chuckle. What the actual fuck was he doing? Practically every remaining inch of logic in him was screaming at him to get up and drown himself in a lake, but here he was, breathing in deeply to remind himself how to kiss. He hadn't done it in quite a while—his last casual hookup was perhaps five months ago.

"Alright, first things first. You need to relax." He moved his hands from yours to your shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze before trailing his touch down your arms. "Tension is said to be the enemy of a good kiss."

“Who says that—”

“Do you want to learn or not?”

You rolled your eyes, nevertheless nodding, feeling your muscles loosen under his ministrations. Euijoo smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, gaze flickering down to your lips.

“Good, now close your eyes.” He waited until you did, then leaned in close. His breath ghosted over your lips as he spoke softly, “Now just…..picture Yixiang if it makes this easier.”

Euijoo mentally slammed his head against a pole when he heard himself say that. ‘If it makes this easier’, who the fuck even says that?

You cracked a mischievous eye open, trying to keep a smile in, when you saw how close Euijoo was, there was barely any air between you two. 

“Arms on my shoulders.” He said, you felt him shudder a bit when you followed his instructions but that could have been a figment of your imagination. His hand creeped uncertainly to rest on your thigh. Slowly, he leaned in, giving you ample time to pull away. You didn't.

Euijoo tasted like cherry cola, fizzy and electric against your lips, though his lips were soft and warm as they moved on yours like a choreographed dance. You breathed shakily into the kiss and he intertwined his fingers in yours. 

“Slow down, love.” He murmured, not opening his eyes, “We don’t have anywhere to be.” Euijoo's hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin. 

In all honesty, he could have evaporated into the air right there and then. The taste of you drove him insane, sweet—oh so fucking sweet, honey straight from the comb on a spring evening, when the scent of lilacs would fill the air and there would be butterflies everywhere.

In shorter words, Byun Euijoo’s cock was screaming at him to take care of it.

“Hmm, like this?” You mumbled, and then his world came crashing down when you moved forward, practically settling yourself into his lap.

Euijoo swallowed hard, his pulse jumping at the feel of your soft curves settling into his lap. The heat of your body seeped through the fabric of his shorts, making his already throbbing cock twitch with renewed interest. He knew he should put a stop to this before it went too far, but damn if he could find the strength to do so. Not when you felt this good in his arms.

“Yeah.” He pulled back, eyes tracing over, god fuck him you were still looking at him with those innocent eyes, “Just….he might do something like this too.”

His hands slid around to the small of your back, holding you close as he went in for another one, a deeper kiss. His tongue delved past your parted lips to stroke along yours in a sensual dance that left you breathless.

“Oh…” You said, finally ending the kiss after a long moment.

“Not bad for a first timer.” Euijoo teased, “But love, could you maybe get off now?” He raised a brow as you blinked at him, once, twice and then scrambled off his lap.

“Sorry about that.” You laughed awkwardly, “Just felt I should do that for some reason.” 

“I’m sure he’d love it.” Euijoo said, how the actual hell did you not sense the tone of his voice?

“Really?” Your eyes lit up, light and giddy, “Thank you so much Ju!” You flung your arms around him, pulling him in for a tight hug. Euijoo wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face into the crook of your neck. As he always did, of course. As all best friends do! 

“Wanna play some League?” You said, withdrawing from the hug.

“Sure, love.”

As all best friends fucking do.

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Euijoo leaned back in his gaming chair with a heavy sigh, tossing his headset aside after a late night gaming session. He had left your house at 7 pm, walking back home with barely a brain cell left in him. You had kissed his cheek before he left as you always did, but this time, it inflamed every single molecule that made up his being. He spread his legs wide, throwing his head back to stare at the ceiling. 

The beautiful flesh of your thighs, the curve of your neck where it met your shoulders, that look in your eyes, the taste of you….

Euijoo pushed himself up, walking to his closet. Opening it, he bent down to his knees and reached deep inside, shuffling his hand around till his fingers grazed it. 

He slowly pulled it out and sighed, sitting on his knees on the floor as he stared at it, his cock already straining against his shorts. You must have bought this one on sale, you never really liked it much, which explained why you didn't notice when it went missing from your house. 

Euijoo climbed onto his bed, bringing the pair of baby-pink cotton panties up to his face. He buried his nose into the soft fabric, letting the scent fill his senses. God it smelled exactly like you, so fucking honey sweet. 

Euijoo breathed in deeply, savoring your intoxicating scent that clung to the delicate fabric. His nostrils flared as he inhaled the lingering traces of your perfume and the musk of your arousal. Would you have worn this when you let your pretty little fingers linger to your sweet cunt? The heady aroma sent a jolt of electric desire straight to his throbbing cock, making it pulse with need.

He brought the panties to his mouth, running his tongue along the crotch. The salty-sweet taste burst across his taste buds, making him groan. He closed his eyes, letting the fantasy take hold as he pictured you spread out beneath him, flushed and panting with desire.

In his mind's eye, Euijoo could see every curve of your luscious body, from your gorgeous breasts down to the enticing cleft between your thighs. He ached to bury his face in your slick folds, to lap at your dripping pussy until you were writhing and screaming his name.

As he lost himself in the erotic daydream, Euijoo fumbled with the button of his shorts, shoving them down just enough to free his straining erection. His fingers curled around his thick shaft, giving it a firm stroke as he imagined how good it would feel to drive deep inside your tight heat.

Euijoo shuddered, picturing your breathy moans as he rocked into you, stretching you open on his hard length. He could feel your velvet walls gripping him, trying to milk his cock for all he was worth. He chuckled as he imagined your mouth falling open in an ‘o’, your nails drawing blood on his back.  With each mental thrust, he pumped his hand faster along his pulsing flesh, racing towards his climax.

Tension coiled tight in Euijoo's belly as he fucked into his fist with short, sharp strokes. He could almost hear your keening cries, feel your fingers digging into his shoulders as he pounded into you with desperate abandon. 

With a strangled groan, Euijoo threw his head back as pleasure crashed over him in intense waves. His cock jerked in his grasp as he shuddered through each pulse of his orgasm, picturing your face contorted in ecstasy as you came undone beneath him.

Finally spent, Euijoo collapsed back on the bed, his chest heaving as he gulped down air. He knew it wasn't the real thing, but damn if jerking off to thoughts of you didn't make for one hell of a mind-blowing orgasm. 

“Fuck…” He said softly, tossing the panties below his bed. With a blissful sigh, he let the post-orgasmic haze pull him under into a deep, satiated slumber.

Sweet, honey filled slumber. 

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Euijoo often thought before he acted, a rare quality among human beings nowadays. However, there were rare occasions where he didn’t do that, the keyword being rare.

And today was one of those rare occasions! How fun! 

God damn his cock controlled brain—the version which only operated when he was around you—for saying yes to you asking him to help you pick out a dress for the party. Euijoo dressed casually, just a pair of blue jeans and a yellow shirt that fit him tight at the chest.

You, on the other hand, were throwing out the shortest dresses from the depths of your closet. And Euijoo was only a man.

“This one?” You said, looking up and down at yourself in the mirror, glancing at Euijoo sprawled out on the bed behind you, “Don’t say it looks good, you’ve said the same thing for the last five dresses!”

“Have you ever considered the fact that it's because you look good in all of them?”

“Flattery won’t get you out of this, Byun.” You said, spinning around to face him, “Now look properly and tell me which one!”

Whichever one would keep you here and away from confessing to Yixiang.

Euijoo’s eyes raked up and down, admiring the way the short silver dress hugged every curve of your body, cutting off right at your mid thigh, the thin straps showing off your shoulders beautifully. Thank god his hand was covering his crotch.

“Doesn’t Yixiang wear a lot of red?” Euijoo said, throwing an arm over his head, feigning exhaustion, “I think the velvet one would do.”

“You’re actually a genius.” You said, crossing over to pick up the discarded red dress lying on the floor, calling out to you like gold to a midas, “And stop sulking Ju, you agreed to this on your own volition.”

“I call it manipulation.” Euijoo called out, watching you slip into the bathroom to change. As soon as you were gone, his hand worked on his crotch, slowly palming his cock through the fabric. Hopefully, there weren't any hidden cameras in this room, he thought, glancing suspiciously at your teddy bears sitting on the shelf.

“Ok what do we think?” 

Euijoo needed to dip his head into a bucket of ice water and never come up for air ever again.

The delicate fabric clung to your curves in all the right places, the neckline just low enough to be enticing—a faux vixen’s play. It nipped at your waist before flaring out slightly at the hips. Euijoo’s gaze trailed over your bare shoulders,, a shiver running down his spine as heat flushed through him.

“Hello? Earth to Byun Euijoo.” You laughed, catching your reflection in the mirror, a thrill of excitement running through you at the thought of seeing Yixiang’s eye at the party. You twirled once in front of the full-length mirror, the skirt flaring out around your thighs.

“Y-Yeah. You look good.” He said, clearing his throat, “We should go or we’ll be stuck in traffic again.” He quickly moved off the bed, his jaw clenched, pulse point in his neck fluttering away. 

Byun Euijoo was a man of many talents. Hiding his very large boner perfectly from his best friend was one of them.

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Wang Yixiang—resident ‘bad boy’ of the town, prominent motorcyclist, occasional tattoo artist and so much more. He was the kind of guy who could command the attention of a room without breathing a single word, splitting the ocean of a crowd in half wherever he walked in.

Euijoo knew him to be a good person; they had made quick friends after a week of being in the same basketball team. Sure, Yixiang teased the hell out of him, always with that crooked grin and sharp tongue, but there was always something warm beneath it all—a brother he could trust. 

And even when this entire situation with you and him arose, Euijoo never felt any animosity towards him. Was it because he knew deep underneath that Yixiang’s type wasn't you? Perhaps. But he was also too good of a friend to feel anything like that.

However, as he stood in the crowded room now, party lights flashing in bursts of violet, blue and gold across faces known and unknown, Euijoo couldn’t help the slow, ugly coil tightening in his chest.

Jealousy. 

What a foolish emotion that mortals had.

It sat there, heavy and unrelenting, tightening with every second he spent watching you. You stood near the edge of the living room, just far enough from the chaos to not be swallowed by it completely.

The party itself felt alive in a way that was almost overwhelming—music blasting loud enough to blur thought, bass vibrating through the floor and up his spine. The walls pulsed with shifting lights, casting everyone in flashes of color that made moments feel fragmented, like scenes spliced together too quickly. Someone had opened the windows, but the air was still thick—warm with bodies, laughter, the faint sting of alcohol, and the lingering sweetness of someone’s perfume.

And Euijoo could still pick you out from the chaos effortlessly. And you looked—

He swallowed.

He shouldn't have recommended that dress, if he knew it would make him want to faint and die every time he caught sight of your thighs.The soft fabric of your dress caught the light every time you moved, your hair falling just right over your shoulders. 

You laughed at something your friend said, tilting your head slightly, eyes crinkling at the corners—but even that laugh felt distracted, like it didn’t fully belong to the moment. Your fingers traced the rim of your cup absentmindedly, your weight shifting from one foot to the other, like you were waiting for something. 

Or someone.

Euijoo leaned back against the wall, a red cup of god knows what held up absentmindedly. He hadn't taken a sip in fifteen minutes now, choosing to alternate his gaze from you to the man you were looking at.

Yixiang stood across the corner of the room, leaning against the wall like he owned the entire world. 

Someone was saying something animatedly to him, hands moving fast, but Yixiang only half-listened, head tipped, one foot braced on the wall, gaze distant. He looked effortlessly put together—leather jacket on a tanktop, hands decorated with rings galore, a lazy kind of confidence that made people orbit him without trying.

Someone said something that made the group laugh, and Yixiang’s lips curved, that small, knowing smirk that made people lean in closer. Euijoo saw it happen in real time—the way your attention slipped mid-conversation, drawn like gravity across the room. It was subtle, anyone else might have missed it. But he never missed anything about you.

Euijoo exhaled sharply through his nose, looking at the way your shoulders eased, the way your lips parted just slightly, the way something warm and hopeful flickered through your eyes. His chest tightened painfully.

Euijoo tipped his head back, glancing at the ceiling before closing his eyes, poking the inner side of his cheek with his tongue. His mind ran back to the way you had rambled about your plan to confess to Yixiang.

“I made this.” You said, a little breathless, like you were both proud and nervous at the same time, “I’m gonna give it to him and the party and then tell him.”

Euijoo stared at the bracelet—handmade, thread woven carefully, colours chosen just perfect, small details that made it feel you. Soft and earnest in a way that made it impossible to ignore.

“He mentioned once,” You continued quickly, like you needed to justify it, “that he likes this kind of stuff. Not, like, in a serious way, just—he said it offhand, but I remembered and I thought—” You stopped yourself, laughing a little, embarrassed, “I don’t know. Is it stupid?”

You sat cross-legged on the bed, sunlight spilling in through the window. It caught in your hair, outlining you like painters outlined their muses in loving, golden light.

“He’d love it.” Euijoo finally said, heart going to his stomach at your sweet smile, “I’m sure he would.”

There had been a moment, small and fragile, where Euijoo could have said something, anything to stop you. But he just nodded away and ruffled your hair.

The memory faded slower than he wanted it to, bleeding back into the present. Euijoo opened his eyes again, the noise of the party crashing back in all at once—music, laughter, voices, light. His gaze found you again.

You were saying something now, animated, your hands moving as you talked, and your friend laughed again. Your attention flickered, split between the conversation and the figure across the room, waiting for the right moment.

Euijoo’s hands curled into loose fists at his sides. He could walk over, say something, distract you, stop this before it happened, maybe threaten arson. But he didn’t move, staying right where he was, swallowing the jealousy burning like hellfire in his throat. He merely watched as you fiddled with the bracelet in your hand, waiting for the remainder of the crowd around Yixiang to disperse.

The crowd didn’t leave all at once. It thinned slowly, like a tide pulling back—one person dragged away by a friend, another distracted by a call, a couple disappearing toward the balcony. The laughter around him dulled, the tight circle loosening until it finally broke apart.

And then he was alone. Well, as alone as someone like Wang Yixiang could be at his own party.

Jackpot!

He still leaned against the wall, a red cup in his hand, head tipped slightly as he looked down at it like he had forgotten it was there. The lights flickered over him in uneven colors, catching on the metal of his rings, tracing the line of his jaw, dipping into the hollow of his collarbone where his tank top hung loose.

For a second, you just stood there watching—entranced by his beauty. Your heart thudded so loudly it almost drowned out the music, your grip tightening around the bracelet in your hand. You could feel the threads press into your palm, grounding and terrifying all at once.

This was it—your moment to be the Echo to his Narcissus. Before you could think too hard, before doubt could creep in and ruin everything—you moved. One step, then another; you weaved through the remaining people, barely registering the way shoulders brushed yours. Because all you could see was him.

And then you were there.

Oh fucking lord here you were.

Close enough to notice the faint scent of something clean and sharp, close enough to see the small details—the faint smudge of ink near his wrist, the way his lashes cast shadows when he blinked. Even the lord couldn't save you now. You adjusted your hair and moved.

“Hey.” You said, voice coming out softer (and shakier) than you intended. Yixiang looked up. For a split second, his expression was unreadable—like he was pulling himself out of wherever his thoughts had been. And then recognition settled in, easy and familiar.

“Oh,” He said, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips, “Hi there.” God he sounded so fucking hot, that effortless shift in his attention once it fully settled on you, “You’re here.”

You huffed out a small, nervous laugh. “Should I not be?”

“Mmhh, Euijoo usually tells me when he brings you along, so I’m just surprised.” He tilted his head, “Nice dress, you look cute.” Your cheeks warmed.

Godpleasefuckingsaveme.

You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, suddenly hyper-aware of everything—your posture, your voice, the way your fingers tightened around the bracelet.

“You too.” You managed, "It's a uhh…a good party.” Who the actual fuck even says that?

“Yeah?” He glanced around briefly, like he was seeing it for the first time. “Bit loud, though.”

“A bit,” You agreed, smiling. There was a beat, not too awkward. You were used to such silences between you and him. 

Yixiang shifted, pushing himself off the wall fully this time. “You want something to drink?” He asked, lifting his cup slightly before glancing at it and making a face. “Actually—don’t take this. I have no idea what this is.”

You laughed, the sound easing some of the tension in your chest. “That doesn’t sound very reassuring.”

“C’mon,” He said, nodding his head toward the kitchen. “I’ll get you something that won’t kill you.”

You hesitated for half a second (could he get his fine ass in your life) and then nodded.

You followed him through the crowd, the space parting for him without effort. It was quieter in the kitchen, the music more muffled, replaced by the low hum of the fridge and the occasional clatter of someone passing through.

Yixiang moved easily, grabbing a bottle from the counter, reaching for a clean cup. “What do you want?” He asked, glancing back at you.

“Um—anything’s fine.”

“Dangerous answer, sweetheart.” He muttered, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice as he poured something anyway, sliding the cup toward you.

“Thanks.” You wrapped your fingers around it, but didn’t drink, mind lingering on the way his veins flexed as he closed the bottle.

Your attention wavered to the bracelet in your other hand. You tried to keep it casual, resting it loosely against your side, but you could feel it like it weighed a hundred pounds.

Say it.

Not yet.

Say it now!

Wait.

Yixiang leaned back against the counter this time, mirroring how he had stood earlier, one hand resting beside him. “You good?” He asked, eyes flicking briefly to your face. “You look like you’re thinking really hard about something.”

“Is it that obvious?” You let out a small breath, laughing nervously. 

“Little bit.” He said and your heart pounded.

Just do it!

“Actually,” you started, your voice catching before you steadied it, “I…..I made something.” His gaze dropped immediately to your hand.

“The thing you’ve been holding onto like your life depends on it?” Yixiang asked, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

You groaned softly. “Please don’t say it like that.”

“Sorry, sorry.” He huffed out a quiet laugh, “Let me see?” Your fingers tightened for just a second before you stepped forward (an unnecessary step) and held it out to him.

Yixiang took it carefully, more careful than you expected, his rings cool against your skin as his fingers brushed yours, your brain almost stopped.

“You made this?” he asked, the teasing edge in his expression softened, something more thoughtful settling in its place as he turned the bracelet slightly between his fingers, tracing the threads, the details.

“Yeah,” you said, suddenly very aware of the distance between you. “I—um—I remembered you said you liked stuff like that, so I thought—”

“It’s nice,” he cut in gently.

Your breath hitched. Tension is the enemy of a good kiss.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He nodded once, still looking at it. “It’s…..really nice.” Relief bloomed in your chest, warm and bright and terrifying all at once.

“This is for me?” he asked, glancing back up at you. You nodded, a small pause. “What’s the occasion?”

And there it was. Your moment of salvation.

Your stomach flipped. Your fingers curled slightly around your cup, grounding yourself as you forced the words past the sudden tightness in your throat.

“I just—” you started, then stopped, letting out a breath. “I wanted to tell you something.”

“Oookay.” Yixiang drawled, expression not changing, “Go on, I’m listening.” You swallowed.

Now.

“I like you,” You said, the words rushing out before you could stop them. “I have for a while, actually, and I just—I wanted you to know. And I thought maybe—” your voice faltered, “—maybe you’d feel the same. Or…..something like that.”

Euijoo once told you a quote that he had made up on a June evening—‘Silence is the food of love’. You had zero idea what he meant by that but you went along anyway, letting him brush a strand of hair behind your ear as you two ate pizza.

This silence was torturous, long enough for your heartbeat to feel unbearably loud. Yixiang blinked once, then looked down at the bracelet again, turning it slowly between his fingers.

And then he laughed. It would have been better if he laughed loudly in a mocking way as he usually did, throwing his head back and practically bellowing. 

But oh the way he laughed now, so softly and gently, as one does to comfort a child who’s had a nightmare. You felt your heart melt in its cage, he laughed so kindly.

“Hey,” He said, stepping a little closer. His hand came up, resting lightly on your shoulder, warm and steady, and somehow, apologetic.

“You’re really sweet,” he said, voice gentler now. “Like—really. This?” he lifted the bracelet slightly, “This is probably one of the nicest things anyone’s done for me.” Your throat tightened. “But…” he continued, and the word felt inevitable.

“I don’t think I’m your guy.”

The sentence landed softly, spoken like a poem. But god it still landed. You forced yourself to hold his gaze. He didnt even look uncomfortable or weirded out, he just looked so fucking calm. And you were drowning in the ocean.

“I’m just—not really looking for anything like that,” he went on, his thumb brushing lightly over the threads of the bracelet. “And even if I was…” he exhaled quietly, a small, almost self-aware smile tugging at his lips, “you’re not really my type.”

It was the fact that he said it so gently, practically cajoling you. He could have, should have, screamed it at you instead, laughed cruel and high and told you to piss off. But he said it like he was comforting you, letting you down easy and then you felt the ocean rise higher.

“I mean that in the best way,” he added quickly, his hand giving your shoulder a small squeeze. “You’re—good. Like, actually good. You deserve someone who’s gonna… I don’t know, not be me.”

All you wanted was him.

“I-” You started, eyes at the floor, your breaths coming a bit too quick, like you couldn't get enough air.

“Are you alright, sweetheart? Should I call Euijoo or—”

“No.” The word came out faster than you intended. You shook your head immediately, stepping back. “I’m fine,” you said quickly, even though it was obvious you weren’t. “I just—need some air.” You didn’t wait for a response, didn’t give him time to say anything else that might make this worse, or kinder, or harder to leave.

You turned and walked out. You made it through the kitchen, past the doorway, back into the chaos of the party. The music slammed into you again, loud and disorienting, lights flashing too bright, people moving too close. It felt suffocating now—every laugh too sharp, every voice too loud.

Your vision blurred at the edges as you pushed through the crowd, murmuring quiet apologies when you bumped into someone, your grip tightening around nothing now—the cup long forgotten somewhere behind you.

Don’t cry.

Don’t cry.

Don’t—

By the time you reached the door, your steps had quickened. By the time you stepped outside, you were running. The cool night air hit you like a shock, sharp against your skin, but it didn’t help. If anything, it made everything worse, made it all feel too real.

Your vision blurred completely now, tears spilling over before you could stop them, breath hitching as you stumbled a few steps forward, arms wrapping around yourself like you could hold everything in.

It hurt.

God it fucking hurt.

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Euijoo was known among your circle of friends for being highly perceptive. He somehow knew exactly what someone was going through even before that person could get a word out. He didn't need the other person to say a word—he’d just sit there in silence alongside them, tissues and water in hand, until they were ready to talk or cry.

Euijoo didn’t hear what was said—didn’t need to. He saw the way you moved, too fast, too abrupt, your head down and your shoulders tight. And then you were gone out the door before he could even say anything. 

Euijoo straightened instantly, the cup in his hand abandoned on the nearest surface without a second thought. Something sharp surged through him, cutting clean through everything else as he moved 

“Hey—where are you—” His friend Fuma started, but he was already pushing past, eyes fixed on the door you had disappeared through.

“Euijoo!” A hand caught his arm briefly. He turned, just enough to see Yixiang standing there, brows drawn slightly, gaze flicking toward the door and then back to him.

“Are you—” Yixiang began, an uncertain tone to his voice. His gaze darted toward the door, then back to Euijoo like he was trying to piece something together too late. “Just tell her I’m sorry.” 

The words hung there for a second. Euijoo held his gaze for just a moment longer, something unreadable passing through his eyes. Then he gave a small nod.

“It’s not your fault, Nicho.” He sighed, “She’s just….” He thought about it for a second and then shook his head, looking up at Yixiang with a faint smile, “I’ll tell her.”

Yixiang nodded, hand slipping away from his arm as he disappeared into the party, and for a fraction of a second, Euijoo stayed there. 

Thinking, pondering, wondering……whatever other synonym for his brain sending him thoughts existed. Beneath that anger and ache and every other fucked up emotion tangled within the crevices of his heart, there lay something else. Something he hated himself for. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips, gone almost as soon as it appeared.

You were hurting.

And entirely his to take care of now.

Euijoo turned without another word, pushing through the door and into the cool night air, his eyes already searching for his car. You probably would have ran all the way home—in heels? Sure an unlikely probability but hey, a broken heart is capable of wonderous things.

Truly wonderous things.

________________

“Love?” Euijoo knocked on the door as softly as he could, knuckles barely making a sound against the wood—like anything louder might shatter whatever fragile state you were in on the other side.

For a moment, there was nothing, neither movement nor sound. Just the quiet hum of the night stretching between him and you. He shifted his weight slightly, jaw tightening, resisting the urge to knock again. His hands curled at his sides instead, forcing himself to be patient.

You’d open it. You always did.

A faint sound finally came from inside—shuffling, uneven footsteps and the soft click of the lock. And then the door creaked open.

Euijoo swore he’d never seen anyone this beautiful before. 

Eyes glassy, our cheeks were flushed a deep, aching red, tear tracks visible under the dim porch light. You'd changed out from your dress, wearing an oversized shirt and shorts now. Your hair—usually so carefully done—had fallen loose and messy, strands sticking to your damp skin, framing your face in a way that stole the breath from his lungs. The Goddess of beauty could have stood in front of him and all he’d see was you.

Every piece of you was laid bare in front of him and something in his mind told him to be proud of this fact. Only he could see you like this. So unperfectly perfect.

“Hey,” he said quietly. Your lips parted like you were about to say something—maybe to explain, maybe to brush it off, maybe to tell him you were fine, but nothing came out.

Instead, your face crumpled and that was enough. Euijoo didn’t wait for any more words. He stepped forward gently, one hand coming up instinctively to cradle the side of your head as he pulled you into him, the other wrapping around your shoulders, steady and firm.

“I’ve got you.” He murmured, voice low. “It’s okay, I’m right here, love.”

His sweet voice was all it took.

The tears came again, stronger this time, your body folding into his as a broken sob left your chest, fingers clutching at the fabric of his shirt like it was the only thing holding you up. He held you tighter, one hand smoothing over your hair, slow and repetitive, the other pressed securely against your back as he guided you inside without breaking the hold.

“Come on.” He said softly, nudging the door shut behind him with his foot. “Let’s just sit down, yeah?”

You nodded weakly, though your grip on him didn’t loosen. Euijoo led you to the couch, movements careful, like you might fall apart if he went too fast. He sat first, gently pulling you down with him, guiding you until you were tucked against his side.

He adjusted so you were comfortable, your head resting naturally against his shoulder, his arm wrapping around you properly. Your breaths came uneven, breaking apart into soft, shaky sobs that you tried to stifle but couldn’t quite manage. Your fingers curled into his shirt, holding on like you were afraid he might disappear if you let go.

Euijoo didn’t say anything. He just stayed, one hand moving slowly through your hair, untangling gentle knots, tucking strands away from your face. The other rubbed small, steady circles into your arm with a quiet rhythm.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Euijoo murmured, tilting his head slightly toward yours.

“For not listening to you.” You said, barely lifting your head, “You know….when you said I’m not his type and he’d probably just—”

“Hey, no.” Euijoo said, arm tightening around you like he was physically stopping the thought from going any further. “Don’t do that.” You let out a weak, shaky breath, your fingers curling tighter into his shirt.

“But you were right,” you whispered, voice small, almost embarrassed. “You told me and I still—I still went and—”

“And what?” He cut in softly. There was that familiar soft scolding tone to his voice, “You liked someone,” he continued, a little quieter now. “And you told them. That’s not something you apologize for, love.”

“It feels stupid,” you admitted, your voice cracking again. “I made that bracelet and everything and I just—I really thought—” Your words dissolved into another broken breath. Euijoo’s hand slowed in your hair, his fingers smoothing gently over the strands before resting briefly at the back of your head. 

“It’s not stupid, love.” Euijoo said, after a brief moment of calming silence, “It’s just….life.” You laughed against his shoulder but he continued, “That doesn’t make it stupid,” he said. “It just means he didn’t feel the same.”

“That’s worse.” You mumbled and a quiet exhale left him.

Well wouldn't he know?

“Yeah,” he admitted. “It kind of is.”

“I just—” you swallowed, your voice smaller now, worn out from crying, “I really liked him, Euijoo.”

“I know,” he murmured, oh if only you knew.

“I thought……maybe if I did it right—if I was…” you hesitated, searching for the word, “enough—”

“Hey.”

This time it wasn’t just his voice. His hand shifted from your hair to gently cup the side of your face, guiding you to look up at him. Your eyes met his and you almost gasped at how gentle they were.

“Don’t finish that sentence like that,” he said quietly. There was something different in his expression now, something a little more serious, “You being ‘enough’ has nothing to do with whether he likes you or not.”

Your brows pulled together slightly, like you didn’t quite believe him. Euijoo’s thumb brushed lightly under your eye, catching a tear before it could fall.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, love.” he continued. “You didn’t mess it up. You didn’t say it weird or give the wrong thing or pick the wrong moment.” A small pause. “He just wasn’t the right person to hear it.”

The words settled between you, softly heavy. Your gaze stayed on his for a moment longer than before, like you were trying to find something in them—something steady enough to latch onto and pull yourself up.

“I just…” you exhaled shakily, “I really thought tonight would be different.” Euijoo didn’t interrupt, just watching you, “I even thought…” you let out a small, almost embarrassed laugh, dropping your gaze again, “I thought maybe I’d have my second kiss tonight.”

Byun Euijoo was a man of many talents.

Stopping the blood rushing to his dick at those words was not one of them.

“Your second kiss?” He said, voice somehow very steady. 

“Yeah.” You laughed again, wiping your tears and sniffling, “You were my first, remember?”

Oh.

Right.

Your….first…kiss….

Euijoo went very still, chest tightening at the memory, sweet as honey straight from the comb. He swallowed, staring, just staring at you. You were talking about something else now with shy laughs and not one word was going through his head. All he could see was the fact that he was his sweet girl’s first kiss. 

“I don’t know....” You sighed, not noticing the storm brewing in his gaze, too busy fiddling with your fingers, “Maybe I was overthinking it. Maybe kissing him wouldn't have felt that good.” You shook your head faintly, “You know, like how it felt with you.”

God should have struck Byun Euijoo and his dick-controlled mind down right there and then.

Well at least before he said his next words.

“Would you like to feel like that again?” 

Great job, you horny idiot.

“Mmh?” You said, looking up at him with those widened eyes, “Did you say something Ju?”

God this girl is testing me. Euijoo's jaw clenched, his mind reeling from the image of your lips on anyone else. No, you were his to cherish, to claim in ways that would erase any doubt. He swallowed hard, voice dropping to a low, husky rumble that sent shivers down your spine. 

“I asked—” He leaned closer, half lidded eyes flickering down to your lips and staying there, “—if you’d like to feel like that again, love?”

They say seduction is a delicate art—fragile like a domino, one wrong move and poof! Everything is gone. However, when one’s mind is high under the influence of stupid, stupid human emotions, the domino will stay upright no matter what western wind hits it.

“Only if you want to, love.” Euijoo said, tilting his head with a soft smile, “I just want to make you feel better, you know that right?”

Your eyes widened, cheeks flushing hot as his words sank in. Hesitation flickered through you—nerves twisting in your stomach at the implication—but the trust you'd placed in him, the way he'd always made you feel safe, pulled you under. 

Euijoo was your best friend, of course he’d only want the best for you right? His soft gaze was locked onto you, a gentle anchor in the storm. 

“Yeah….” You nodded slowly, barely a whisper escaping, “Yeah I think I’d like that, Ju.”

Euijoo’s warm smile eased the tension in your chest as he brought a hand up to cup your cheek, running a thumb over the skin. You let out a shaky breath, leaning into his touch without protest.

“Just…..tell me if you want to stop.” 

Before you could respond, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.

Yeah, like he was ever going to stop.

It was soft at first, a tender kiss meant to soothe. You hesitated, your shyness making your cheeks flush, but the fucked up emotions bubbling inside you craved the comfort. And something else inside you was starved of this kind of touch. You parted your lips, letting him deepen the kiss, unaware of the drastic effect it was having on your best friend. His mouth moved against yours with affectionate slowness, his tongue slipping in to taste you, coaxing a quiet sigh from your throat.

“Ju….” You said, melting into the kiss, one hand resting on his chest while the other rested on his shoulder.

“Hmm?” Euijoo said, pulling back just enough, his eyes dark, “Do you want to stop, love?” 

In hindsight, you probably should have stopped. You had maybe two cups of shitty alcohol in you and he was your best friend. But for some stupid reason he tasted soooo good. And no one gives up nectar do they?

“Want more.” You said, breathing a bit heavy, eyes flickering down to his plump lips, “Please?”

Byun Euijoo was a dead man as soon as those syllables spilled from your mouth.

“More?” He said, his hand cupping the back of your neck, lips curving into a faint smile. His free arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush, his erection already hardening against your thigh—a thick, insistent bulge that made you gasp. 

“More what, my love?”

My love.

In that moment, Euijoo looked simply divine—the golden light of the lamplight illuminating his soft features, those plush cheeks and those eyes that seemed like deep pools of honey. He always called you ‘love’. He’d never called you his love before though. And some part of you really really liked it.

“Euijoo….” You sighed, feeling the heat rising in your cheeks and other parts of your body, “I want you to kiss me.” His eyes darkened at your response, a small smirk playing on his lips. You giggled, feeling every emotion in the world get to your brain all at once, “I want you to kiss me aaalll over.”  

Now who was Euijoo to deny you? A best friend that behaved like a best friend? Please. 

“As you wish, my love.” 

In an instant, he closed the distance, his large hand cupping the back of your neck as he drew you in. His lips crashed against yours, hungry, tongue slipping past to taste you properly. You melted into the kiss, your frame pressing against his solid chest.

The kiss grew hungrier as you melted into it, your hands clutching at his shirt. Euijoo's fingers threaded through your hair, holding you steady as your tongues danced. He nipped at your bottom lip, drawing a small gasp from you, and you felt the tension in your body start to uncoil. Making out with him felt so intimate and unhurried, pushing everything else—Yixiang, false personas, bracelets—to the edges of your mind and replacing it with the heat building between you.

Euijoo’s hands moved to grip your hips, lifting you up effortlessly. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist, gasping as sat you down on his lap. It was nothing much—you had sat there multiple times in the past. But you were just friends back then and now you were…..something else. 

"E-Euijoo..." You breathed out, tangling your fingers in his hair as he started to trail kisses along your jawline. His teeth nipped at your earlobe, sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

“Mmhh, you’re such a pretty girl.” Euijoo murmured against your skin, his hands sliding down to grip your ass. “So fucking beautiful.”

He ground his hips against yours, letting you feel just how hard he was. The friction of his erection rubbing against your clothed core had you squirming and mewling, desperate for more.

“Ju I—”

“Let me take care of you, love.” Euijoo pulled back just enough to speak, his forehead resting against yours, breath mingling, “I’ll make it all go away for you.” HIs voice was so very low, like a soft desperate prayer, “Do you trust me?”

You nodded, your heart pounding. Innocence clung to you like a veil—you'd never gone this far, never let anyone touch you like this. The thought of it scared you, made your stomach twist with nerves. But it was Euijoo. And Euijoo would never want to hurt you right?

“Are you sure?” You said, your voice trembling, “What if I don’t…you know—” You swallowed, god the thought of your first time being unsexy as fuck terrified you, “do it right?”

But Euijoo, sweet sweet Euijoo only smiled gently, cupping your face in his hands. His hands were the most familiar thing in the world, and right now, they felt like home.

“There is no right way, baby.” He said, pressing a kiss to your nose, “I’ll go slow alright? Just relax for me, hm?” His words wrapped around you like a blanket, reassuring and warm, easing the fear knotting in your chest.

His hand slid down your side, fingers splaying over your hip, thumb brushing the edge of your shirt. You whimpered, the sound fueling his desire, and he guided you backward toward the couch, laying you down with careful strength.

You looked like the most ethereal thing in the world—the kind of thing poets would write about when they tried to describe beautiful things. The kind of thing the gods would fight over—with your hair splayed all over, chest rising up and down and your flushed cheeks. Pretty, pretty girl.

Euijoo’s hands roamed your body over your clothes at first, tracing your curves until you arched into him. He kissed down your neck, sucking lightly on your skin as he tugged your shirt up and off, exposing your bra. You shivered, feeling exposed yet safe under his gaze.

“Euijoo…” you breathed, fingers tangling in his hair.

He laid you down gently on the couch, his kisses trailing lower, over your stomach, fingers hooking into your shorts and tugging them down along with your panties.  Naked now, vulnerable, you tried to close your thighs, but he nudged them apart with his knee, settling between.

Euijoo hovered over you, his weight a comforting cage as he kissed you again, slower now. His tongue explored your mouth, intoxicating strokes that left you breathless, while his hand ventured to your skin, palm warm against you. You arched into his touch, innocence cracking under the wave of need he ignited.

“So fucking beautiful baby.” He whispered, voice rough. You squirmed beneath him, heat pooling between your legs as he lavished attention on your body, kissing your thigh softly. His eyes darkened with desire as he looked at your bare pussy, already glistening from the make-out session.

God she’s so adorable.

Euijoo leaned down, mouth latching onto one peak, sucking firmly while his thick fingers teased the other, pinching just enough to draw a gasp from you. The size of his hand dwarfed your chest, making every caress feel overwhelmingly possessive. 

You knew what he was going to do—stick those thick, girthy fingers into your wet folds and make you see heaven. You’d read about it so many times, letting your little fingers wander and leave you on the edge of an orgasm but never quite hit that sweet spot. Would your best friend really be able to reach it?

“Love.” Euijoo said, calling your gaze to his, “Just breathe for me, alright? I’ll go slow, I promise.” How sweet he sounded, even as his index finger nudged dangerously high up your inner thigh. The size of his hands made your breath hitch; you were so very untouched and you weren’t sure if they were even going to fit. 

But then he was pushing one finger inside and your back was already arching, your head pressing deeper back into the cushion as your mouth hung open in an ‘o’. The stretch burned slightly as your walls gripped him tight tight tight.

“Fuck you’re tight.” Euijoo swore under his breath, tilting his head at you, eyes full of (faux) sympathy, “You want me to continue baby?” He was fighting a battle with himself not to moan at your already fucked out face, hair sprawled all over, those eyes looking up at him so very drunkenly. 

“Hmmm…” You hummed, “Feel so good Ju….want more, please?” 

Oh you were going to be the death of him.

“Of course, my love.” His touch was electric, making a string of whimpers seep out of your mouth. His eyes went to where he had breached you and Euijoo almost moaned. You were taking his finger so well, he couldn't help but imagine you taking his cock.

You moaned loud, the discomfort fading into bliss, and he added a second finger, scissoring to stretch you wider. The fullness was intense, the girth filling you in a way that bordered on too much, but the pleasure overrode it. 

“Oh oh fuck!” You screamed as he curled his fingers to hit a particular spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids, “Euijoo right there—oh goddd….”

So that was where your clit was. And how easily Euijoo found it, as if he’d been training for this moment his entire life. How funny it was that your best friend knew you so very well.

“Right there?” Euijoo cooed, now rubbing slow circles on your clit with his thumb, his ego was filled to the brim that he’d found her so quick, “You like that, my love?” He thrust them deeper, thumb on your clit, and your orgasm crashed over you easily—body shaking, pussy clenching around his fingers as you cried out his name.

That precipice of pleasure you’d always stood at but never crossed was gone now, and you were floating in the ocean, the waves cradling you to their warmth. You cried out his name like a ballad, body trembling as he coaxed you through it, whispering how good you were for him. 

 As you came down, panting, he withdrew his fingers slowly, bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean. The sight made your core clench again, a fresh wave of heat flooding you. His tongue swirled round his finger like he was licking up nectar. Euijoo watched you with affectionate eyes, leaning down to kiss you, letting you taste yourself.

“See how sweet you are?” He murmured, one hand gripping your thigh open, “I’m just going to do something, and I promise it’ll feel good, okay?” 

You merely nodded, desperate now to feel that wave of pleasure in your chest again. Whatever Euijoo did would feel like heaven and you were up for it wholeheartedly.

Euijoo's gaze locked onto yours, dark with desire, as he slid down your body slowly. His hands parted your thighs wider, making you shiver in anticipation. He settled between your legs like he belonged, his breath ghosting over your sensitive skin, sending sparks racing up your spine.

Without a word, Euijoo dipped his head and pressed his mouth to your pussy, his tongue flicking out to trace a long, firm stroke from your entrance to your clit. The warmth of his tongue contrasted with the lingering ache from your recent orgasm, reigniting the fire in your core. You gasped, hips bucking instinctively toward him, but he held you steady with firm hands on your inner thighs.

"Stay still, love," he murmured against your skin, the vibration of his voice humming through you. 

Then he dove in fully, his lips sealing around your clit, sucking gently at first, drawing it between his teeth with just enough pressure to make your toes curl. His tongue swirled in tight, insistent circles, lapping at the swollen nub with expert precision, as if mapping every nerve ending.

Pleasure built rapidly, a coiling tension in your belly that had you threading your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. Euijoo groaned in response, the sound muffled as he buried his face deeper, his nose brushing your mound while his tongue delved lower. You tasted like no heaven could ever compare. 

He licked broad stripes along your slit, gathering your arousal on his tongue before plunging it inside you, fucking you with shallow thrusts that mimicked what he needed to do with his currently painfully hard cock. Your breaths came in ragged pants, each lap and suck sending jolts of ecstasy radiating outward. 

"Euijoo... oh! Just like that—oh fuck Ju!" you whimpered, your body arching off the couch. He hummed approval, the vibration intensifying everything, and alternated between sucking your clit hard and flattening his tongue to rub firm, relentless pressure over it.

He was relentless, affectionate in his hunger, one hand sliding up to pinch and roll your nipple while the other kept your thigh pinned. Your pussy throbbed under his assault, walls fluttering as another climax approached, faster and fiercer than the last. 

Euijoo sensed it, redoubling his efforts—tongue flicking rapidly, lips tugging, until you shattered again, crying out as waves of bliss crashed through you, your release coating his chin.

He didn't stop, gentling his touches to guide you through the aftershocks, kissing your inner thighs softly before looking up at you with a satisfied, glistening smile. 

“Taste so perfect, my love.” He said, voice husky, crawling back up to claim your lips in a deep, sharing kiss, “So good for me…” 

“Ju…” You kissed him back, mind already hazy, “Euijoo…..want moreee..” You were whining away your words, not even sure if they were coherent enough. Euijoo only chuckled.

“More?” He said, eyes meeting yours with a spark of deeper hunger, “Baby, aren’t you tired?” The afterglow of your orgasms lingered, but the air between you crackled with unspoken want.

“Mmmhh…” You moaned, staring up at him with half-lidded eyes that made his dick twitch, “—promised you’d make me feel good….” You were blabbering yet again, trying and failing to raise your hips to meet his pelvis, “want your cock Ju please please pleeaseeee…”

It was in that moment that Byun Euijoo truly realised the beauty of life. The day had started off with him waking up to a raging boner because of a wet dream with you and now the sun was about to set with his cock nestled deep in your warm walls. Life was amazing.

“Oh?” Euijoo said, his voice roughened by desire, “What was that sweetheart?” 

“Want your cock…” You whined again, bold hands coming up to tug at his hair. You pulled him down for a sloppy kiss and Euijoo swore he could have busted a nut right there and then, “Please Ju?” 

“Of course, my love.” He cooed at you, as he scooped you up effortlessly, your body limp against his chest. You wrapped your arms around his neck, heart racing at the intimacy of being carried like this.

He carried you up the stairs to the bedroom, the door clicking shut behind him as he laid you down on the soft sheets. The sheets you two had once cuddled in, talked each other’s ears off and cried your hearts out. The very bedroom Byun Euijoo would be making use of the one talent he commanded well. What is it, you may ask? Taking the virginity of his best friend, of course. 

You bit your lip, hesitation flooding back as he stripped off his shirt, revealing the lean muscles of his torso. His pants followed, and when he pushed down his boxers, your eyes widened at the sight of his cock—thick and long, veins pulsing along its length, the head already leaking pre-cum. 

The size of it dwarfed anything you'd imagined, making your untouched pussy clench in a mix of fear and curiosity. Thought of him inside you sent a cold shiver down your spine. And heat to your legs but never mind that. 

“Ju…” You murmured, voice trembling as you sat up slightly, pulling the sheet over yourself, “I don’t know if I can…”

Euijoo knelt on the bed, his hands gentle as he pulled the sheet away, exposing you again. The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing over your features, making you look even more beautiful. 

“Hey, look at me.” He said softly, cupping your face. His thumb brushed your cheek, eyes locking onto yours with that loving reassurance, “You trust me right? I’ll make it good for you baby, I swear.” His words melted your resistance, “But if you want to stop, just tell me and I’ll stop, hm?”

You nodded, lying back as he positioned himself between your legs, his broad frame hovering over you. He kissed you deeply, tongue stroking yours to distract and soothe, while one hand guided his cock to your entrance. 

In all honesty you couldn't believe this was happening. You'd always imagined your first time, chocolates, candles and roses and a man with a brow piercing. You’d imagined softness, hands perfectly molded and the feeling of ultimate pleasure.

Euijoo’s hand was warmly familiar in yours and the scent of him was comforting, chocolates and roses and soft laughter that never failed to steady the ground beneath your feet. You let yourself sink into the mattress, going almost dumb and pliant for him. My my, did he look weirdly gorgeous.

Euijoo gripped the base of his cock, guiding the thick head to your entrance, rubbing it slowly along your folds to coat himself in your wetness. The pressure against your clit made you gasp, a fresh spark of arousal igniting low in your belly.

“Breathe for me, my love.” Euijoo whispered in your ear, kissing just beneath it, one of his hands entwined in yours and the other holding your hip.

“Euijoo….” 

And then you could feel him everywhere. 

From between your legs to your chest to your throat, everything was just Euijoo Euijoo Euijoo. Sweet Euijoo, pretty Euijoo, your Euijoo. 

“Baby?” Euijoo panted, ever so worried about you even when his dick was being squeezed for all it was worth by your walls, “Baby, you with me?” His hand intertwined with yours, squeezed gently as he paused, not even halfway in yet. You were just too damn tight. 

“Ju ohhhh…” You groaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head, “feel so—fuckkkk—feel so full Ju…”

And he wasn't even halfway in. 

Euijoo's dick twitched again as he chuckled and brought his hand up to cradle your cheek. “I know, my love I know. I’m going to push in, ok?”

The stretch burned as he pushed, his thickness forcing your walls to yield. You gasped, nails digging into his shoulders, the pain sharp and unfamiliar. “It hurts..” you whimpered, tears pricking your pretty eyes, which only drove Euijoo more insane. He paused, letting you adjust, his breath warm against your lips.

"That's it, you're doing so well," he praised, voice low and soothing. He kissed you softly, tongue slipping in to distract as he sank deeper, filling you halfway before stopping again. Your body tensed, god you were so fucking full, but the ache blended with a deep, throbbing pleasure that made your toes curl.

“Euijoo…..oh…” You moaned sweetly against his lips.

“ know, shh…” he breathed against your lips, freezing until you adjusted. “Breathe with me. You're so tight, taking me like this—fuck, you're perfect.” 

Inch by breathtaking inch, he sank deeper, his cock filling you completely, the size making you feel impossibly stretched. He bottomed out with a groan, hips flush against yours, and held still, letting you acclimate to the fullness.

“Are you alright, my love?” Euijoo said, eyes tracing over you, “Open your eyes baby, let me see those pretty eyes, thaaat’s a good girl.”

“So good Ju….” You moaned, the air whooshing out your lungs at the sight of him, strands of hair falling onto his forehead, slightly hiding his eyes, plush pink kissable lips, “Move…please.”

The pain ebbed into a dull ache, replaced by a growing warmth as he began to move—shallow thrusts at 

first, pulling out just enough to slide back in. You moaned softly, the sound escaping unbidden, your body betraying your initial hesitation.

"Feels good?" he asked, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. You bit your lip, nodding, shifting your hips experimentally.

His pace was unhurried, each thrust long and measured, draaagging his cock along your inner walls to hit sensitive spots that made constellations flicker in your vision. The friction built gradually, your arousal easing the way, turning the stretch into pure bliss.

Euijoo's hand released yours to brace on the mattress beside your head, his other sliding under your thigh to hook your leg higher on his waist. This angle let him grind deeper, the head of his cock nudging your cervix with each full stroke, sending jolts of pleasure radiating through your core. You moaned, wrapping your arms around Euijoo’s neck, pulling him closer as your bodies moved in sync like voices harmonizing. 

He kissed your neck, sucking lightly at the skin while his hips rolled steadily, fucking you with a rhythm that was both tender and insistent. Sweat beaded on his skin, his lean muscles flexing with every controlled push, the dim light casting shadows that highlighted the intimacy of it all. Your pussy fluttered around him, growing wetter, the lewd sounds of skin meeting skin filling the room alongside your shared breaths.

Your whines grew louder, pornographic moans spilling out as you clutched at him, hips starting to rock in rhythm. The corruption of your innocence fueled his desire—he watched your face contort in bliss, his shy girl giving way to raw need. It snapped something in him; his eyes darkened, grip tightening on your hips as he went feral.

“Fuck baby—ah hahh—sound so pretty for me—shit…” He growled, thrusting harder now, the bed creaking under the force. 

His cock pounded into you, relentless and deep, the size making every plunge overwhelming. You cried out, legs wrapping around his waist, the pain fully forgotten in the haze of ecstasy. Euijoo buried his face in your neck, teeth grazing your skin before biting down—sharp nips that marked you as his, followed by his tongue licking the spots soothingly. 

“Mine.” He murmured between licks, sucking at your pulse point while his hips snapped forward, “Mine all mine, aren’t you pretty girl?” The loving bites sent jolts straight to your core, heightening the build-up, “Say it for me, my love.”

“Y-Yours…..” You managed to stutter out, almost screaming when his hand slipped between your bodies to circle your clit with his thumb, “Yours Euijoo! God, only yours—oh fuck fuck!”

The first orgasm hit you suddenly, your pussy clamping down on his thick length as waves crashed through you. “Euijoo!” you sobbed, body arching off the bed. He didn't slow, fucking you through it, his groans vibrating against your neck.

“One more, my love.” he demanded, voice husky with control, “You can do it, I know you can.” 

His thrusts turned punishing, cock stretching you wide with each brutal drive. He bit your neck again, harder this time, tongue lapping at the sting as his hand pinned your thigh open wider. The coil in your belly tightened, pleasure mounting with each deep plunge.

"Euijoo... closer," you gasped, and he obliged, draping his body over yours fully, his chest pressing to your breasts as he thrust harder but still languidly, drawing out every inch. 

Your orgasm hit like a slow wave this time, crashing over you in shuddering pulses, your pussy milking his cock as you cried out, nails raking down his back. Cum leaked from where you joined, your moans turning to breathless pleas.

Euijoo followed soon after, burying himself deep and spilling inside you with a guttural moan, his bites softening to tender licks as he rode out his release. He rocked through it, prolonging both your releases, before collapsing gently beside you, both panting in the afterglow. He pulled you into his arms, his hand smoothing over the back of your head, cock still twitching inside as he kissed your marked neck.

“You did so well.” He shepherd, kissing the crown of your head, holding you close in the quiet of the room, “Perfect, my love.” 

 His heart pounded against your ear, the steady rhythm gradually slowing as exhaustion seeped into your bones. Euijoo eventually pulled out as slowly as he could, peppering your face with soft kisses as he did, fingers combing through your hair in soothing strokes.

“Hmm Euijoo…” You hummed sleepily, opening your eyes only a slight crack.

“Yes, love?” 

“I think….” You giggled tiredly, wrapping your arms around him, “I don't like Yixiang any more.”

“Oh?” Euijoo fought his smile back, tucking your head under his chin as he rolled onto his side, keeping you firmly tucked against his chest, “Then who do you like baby?” 

Your breathing evened out, growing slow and steady. Euijoo watched as your lashes fluttered closed, a look of pure adoration on his face. 

“I think I like you…” You mumbled, “I think I really really like you.” You giggled drunkenly again, “Is that stupid Ju?” 

For a moment, Euijoo didn’t breathe. The words were quiet, slurred with sleep, barely more than a murmur but they settled into him like something sacred, like something that had been waiting patiently for a place to land.

I think I really, really like you

His chest tightened first, sharp, almost startling  before it gave way to something warmer. It spread slowly, blooming beneath his ribs, petal by petal, until it filled him completely. Achingly, impossibly full.

He looked down at you, half-curled against him, your face relaxed in sleep, lashes resting gently against your cheeks. You had no idea what you’d just done to him, no idea how those few drowsy words had unraveled something deep inside his chest.

“No my love, it’s not stupid.” He hummed, thumb brushing absent circles against your arm as if to pull himself to earth, “It’s not stupid at all.”  Euijoo swallowed, his hold on you tightening instinctively, like some small, instinctive part of him was afraid you might slip away if he didn’t, “I really really like you too.” 

“Mmmh good.” You mumbled before giving in to your sleep, your breathing becoming more shallow as you drifted off to sleep. 

“You have no idea, do you?” Euijoo murmured under his breath, voice so soft it barely existed. His lips pressed gently to your hair again, lingering this time.

 "I love you," he whispered, voice hoarse with emotion. "So fucking much." Carefully, like you were something fragile, he pulled you closer and for once, he let himself feel it fully. As the last rays of sun faded from the sky, Euijoo followed you into a peaceful slumber.

Byun Euijoo was a man of many talents.

Getting his girl was now officially one of them.

fin. 

A/N: gang im not lying i legit came writing this fic UGH BYUN EUIJOO MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN if yall know anything about me you guys know i am no 1 cheater BUT I HAVE LEGIT NEVER CHEATED ON THIS MAN WITH ANYBODY ELSE IN &TEAM like that's the power he holds over me. anyways im gonna go stare at his concept photos now bye

divider by @pepsipoet

[blueuijoo]

reflections (18+)

── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ── ej x reader ── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ──

happy holidays!!! my gift to you! don't mind me writing a crazy euijoo fic, my mind is fucking gone 😀 side note, new theme!! how we feeling? do we like it? divider cred @/cafekitsune

euijoo catches you fucking yourself and decides to turn it into a game.

tags: smut, established relationship, nonidol!ej, female!reader, dom!ej, mirror sex, masturbation, pet names, voyeurism, exhibitionism, lots of teasing, euijoo is mean and im SAT, but he's so so sweet with aftercare my baby, rough sex, pussy slapping, fingering, bondage, dirty talk, squirting, overstimulation, unprotected sex, coming inside, praise

wc: 4.3k

disclaimer: all of my works are purely fiction and do not represent the members in any way

“Baby, I’m ho-” Euijoo's voice came to a halt, body freezing in the doorway when he heard muffled sounds coming from the bedroom just a few feet away. 

He knew exactly what they were. He chuckled to himself, quietly closing the apartment door so you wouldn’t register he was home before removing his shoes and placing his bag down on the floor beside them. He was going to savour this moment, which turned out to be the first time he had ever walked in on you fucking yourself. It was pretty impressive he never managed to catch you before, considering you had been in a relationship for nearly two years, but you were always good about being sneaky- at least until today, it seemed. 

He cautiously made his way over to the bedroom, silently thanking the gods above that the apartment did not possess squeaky flooring. The door was slightly ajar, allowing him to just barely make out the mirror in the corner of the room. He watched how you locked eyes with yourself, mouth hanging wide open while you moaned beneath the touch of your own hand.

“Holy- mph- fuck!” You screamed, eyes rolling backwards as you huffed loudly. Euijoo honed in on your fingers- so dainty and beautifully decorated with a couple of rings- circling your clit. He wished he could have a better look, but he didn’t want to ruin this for himself. He was fucking loving it. “Euijoo,” you choked, drool coating your chin and pussy drenching the sheets, “make me come!”

Euijoo’s heart began to race, blood rushing straight to his cock as he heard you whine his name. So, this is something you like, huh? He thought to himself, eyes darkening and a wicked grin plastered on his face. Good to know.

He was going to have so much fun with this newfound information.

You: sorry, i was wrapping up a few things in the office so im running late 😔

Euijoo: no worries, baby ❤️it’s a stay-at-home date, no rush!!

You: you are too kind ugh, see you soon, i love you ❤️

This was perfect. It gave Euijoo a little bit of extra time to finish setting things up for the date, seeing as he was slightly behind with making sure everything was ready, anyway. 

He was most excited to witness the look on your face when what you thought was just going to be a standard date night turned into a surprise visit from teasing and unbearable sexual tension.

“Euijoo,” you cooed, pushing yourself through the front door. The scent of spaghetti bolognese filled up the entire apartment, you immediately noticing the covered pot on the stove and a small angel’s food cake right beside it on the counter as you walked in. “Oh,” you squealed, hastily putting your work bag away and removing your shoes, “it smells amazing!”

You turned the corner to the living room, fully expecting Euijoo to be relaxing on the couch and setting up Netflix, but he wasn't there. You pursed your lips quizzically, figuring he was probably either in the bathroom or bedroom. You made your way down the hall, quickly observing the bathroom door was wide open and the lights were off, so that easily answered your question. 

“Fuck!” You heard Euijoo yelp as you approached the bedroom door. 

You jumped, startled, throwing it open because you thought he may have been hurt. “Baby, are you okay-” Your breath hitched in your throat at the scene before you.

Euijoo was sprawled out on the bed, naked and shaking as his hand pumped vigorously around his length- red, hard, and dripping with precum. His focus was on the mirror, eyes flickering up to you in the reflection as you stepped into the room. 

He smirked. Bullseye. 

He exaggerated his expression to edge you on further, the game he was secretly playing unbeknownst to you. Heat began to pool between your thighs, stomach tying into knots as you just stared at him, broken moans dripping from his lips. You could see the sweat beading at his forehead, his beautiful brown strands sticking to his skin. He looked completely fucked out, your mind going haywire as you eyed his veiny hand envelope his girth. His gaze on you stayed unwavering, eyes fluttering and fighting to close as he was nearing release. You were unable to move closer to him, enjoying the show a little too much while the temptation to touch yourself from the doorway as you just watched him lingered in the back of your mind. Suddenly, Euijoo choked and let out an ear-piercing groan, back falling flat onto the mattress as his cum spilt down his hand. He tilted his head backwards just enough to burn holes into you, keeping you right where he wanted. He didn’t blink, crying as he rode out his high with his eyes peering deeply into yours. Your legs felt like jelly as you attempted to shift your body over to the bed, leaning over to kiss him.

He dodged your lips, sitting up straight. He acted like nothing had happened, going from one hundred to zero in less than a second. You just stood there, astonished and wet as fuck while he cleaned himself off, then stood up from the bed. He threw on his sweatshirt and pajama pants before approaching you, offering an innocent smile as he kissed the top of your head. “Hey,” he greeted, “ready to eat? I made bolognese.”

You wanted to be mad, truly, but you ended up just being extremely sexual frustrated and impressed by whatever the fuck kind of act that was. “U-um,” you cleared your throat, “sure.”

Euijoo turned towards the door to exit the bedroom and make his way into the kitchen, hiding his sly expression from you as his first round was a success. 

Euijoo was standing on the balcony chugging a water bottle, sweat towel draped around his neck, and lightly swaying his body side to side. You were sitting on the couch, writing in your journal as you glanced at him through your peripheral. He never failed to look sexy when he was working out, breath heaving and muscles flexed- you wished you were the one making him do that and not the cardio. 

He caught you looking, sending a playful wink that caused a layer of red to rise to your cheeks. You cleared your throat, turning your attention back to writing. Not too much later, you heard the balcony door slide open, Euijoo stepping inside and letting out a huff. You tried not to cave and look at him again, knowing damn well he was much closer to you now and it would only make the curves of his body easier to make out- which in turn would add to your already rapidly increasing horniness. 

“What are you up to?” He said, now kneeling beside you lying on the couch. 

You could still smell his cologne, it not having faded during his workout session, and you tried to act normal. “Just journaling,” you swallowed, “I’ve had a lot on my mind today.”

“Care to share with the class?”

You placed your forearms over the pages, hoping he hadn’t actually read any of the words and if he had, at least obstructing him from obtaining further information. He didn’t need to know how turned on you’d been all day and that every little thing he did just made it a million times worse. Ovulation really was fucking hell. Besides, you were planning to ask him to have sex later after he showered. You’d spill all of your juicy, written needs to him then. “No thanks,” you stuck out your tongue.

He chuckled, kissing your cheek before rising to his feet. “I’m going to take a shower.” He announced.

You nodded, watching his backside as he walked away. He really was so beautiful, every part of him was perfectly proportioned and formed flawlessly. You groaned when he was far enough away to, hopefully, not be able to hear you, throwing your head back in defeat. “Fuck,” you exhaled, slamming your journal shut, “I need his dick in me, this is agony!”

You had no idea that Euijoo was leaning against the wall just around the corner listening to you, and he had indeed read enough from your journal to know that you had been dripping all day, cunt aching and needy for him to fill you up. To your dismay, though, he would not be helping you out with that tonight- round two had commenced.

You heard the shower turn on, Frank Ocean’s voice coming muffled through the bathroom door. You sighed, just staring at the ceiling for god knows how long until you decided to get up and go to the bedroom. On your way over, you caught sight of a washcloth on the floor in the middle of the hallway. Euijoo must have dropped it without noticing on his way into the bathroom. You quickly put your journal away before going to pick it up and take it to him. “Juju?” you called out, knocking on the door. He didn’t respond, so you turned the knob to open the door yourself; neither of you had any problem with each other doing that, you were dating after all. “Juju,” you repeated, pushing open the door, “you dropped your-”

The washcloth fell from your hand and you inhaled sharply, nearly passing out as you saw Euijoo, once again, getting himself off. You were this fucking close to losing it. He wasn’t even in the shower yet. His head was thrown back against the wall in front of the sink, eyes hooded and glossy as he watched himself in the mirror, biting his lip and whimpering. He turned and looked at you, moaning louder when his eyes met yours. “Y/n,” he whined your name, mewling, voice growing louder as you looked down at his hands wrapped around his cock. You nearly fell over. He twitched, legs jerking forward as his hot seed spilt all over his hand and down the sides of his wrist. Your cheeks were burning, panties soaked, and before you even had a chance to think, you were dropping to your knees to clean him up.

Euijoo grabbed your chin harshly before you could touch him. “What are you doing?” He gritted his teeth, digging his thumb and pointer into your cheeks.

You loved it when he got all mean. “I-I wanted to help you out.” You whimpered, nearly coming in your pants from his grip and tone of voice alone. “Please let me, Juju.”

He tsked, releasing your chin and stepping away to leave you helpless on the cold, bathroom tile. You were dumbfounded. “I still need to shower, baby.”

“Euijoo,” you whined, reaching for him and just managing to grab his wrist, “I need you so badly, please,” you were nearly in tears now. He felt a bit guilty leaving you so needy and frustrated, but the thrill of the game was far too enjoyable for him to cave just yet.

“Not tonight, love,” he cooed, leaning over to press his lips gently against yours before he hopped into the shower. Fucking menace.

While he was showering, you tried to take care of it yourself, but nothing was working- you needed him, and only him- nothing else was going to cut it. You tried him a couple of times when he had finished showering and returned to the bedroom, asking if you two could go slow or at least have him eat you out, but he just continued to turn you down. You gave up, frustrated, finding it nearly impossible to sleep that night.

Round two: cleared. 

It had been ten days, and you were pissed. Euijoo pretended like he didn’t notice, but he absolutely did, and that’s exactly how he wanted you to be. He wanted you to be so angry you were begging and willing to let him do anything for even a taste of relief. If his third ploy worked out the way he was hoping for, he’d have you sitting in his lap with tears streaming down your cheeks and thighs as he worked on your body relentlessly. Just the thought of having you come apart for him, so dirty and raw, sent shivers down his spine. His game was nearing conclusion- just one more round to go. 

You were growing tired of the teasing, every little action of his hiding something far darker beneath it. Euijoo knew you were starting to catch on to his antics, but not quite enough to get revenge on him just yet. There’s no way you could, anyway, once he had his hands on you and you were at his mercy. He knew you’d eventually give in, letting him take you however he wanted without resistance- that’s how it always ended up. 

You rolled your eyes at him as he leaned over the kitchen counter, smirking and watching you finish preparing dinner. You wanted to slap the smugness right off his face, but unfortunately for you, you were once again allowing him to rile you up. You silently cursed at yourself, annoyed with how reactive your body was to him. Most of the time it worked in your favour, but for whatever reason you couldn’t figure out, Euijoo was just being an asshole to an extent he had never been before recently. 

“You know what?” You suddenly snapped, covering the pan and turning off the stove. You turned around and crossed your arms as you glared at him. “Did I do something? Because I’m seriously lost as to why you’re-” Euijoo lifted his brow, waiting for you to finish, and you nearly fumbled, “you’re fucking with me so much lately.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

At that point you were raging, fiery passion creating knots in your stomach as you stared at him utterly stunned. “Are you fucking serious right now?”

He leaned up from the counter, his sly expression unwavering, slowly moving his body in front of yours. You tensed up, attempting to put space between you, but unfortunately the cabinet kept you from being able to do so. “What are you-”

He placed his hands on your hips, jerking you forward aggressively while his mouth lowered to hover over your ear. He could feel you trembling beneath him, and he fought every urge in his body to spread your legs apart in that moment so he wouldn’t end the game too soon. He wanted to finish what he’d started, clean and fully fulfilled. “I think you’re too needy, baby,” he cooed, breath falling down the side of your neck. You were done for. “What’s wrong? Are your own hands not enough anymore?”

You gripped his shirt, gritting your teeth as you pushed him away from you just enough to look at him. Your heart was thumping against your ribcage, the animalistic instinct in you ready to break through at any moment. “Just what are you playing at?”

He had you trapped under his spell. “Nothing,” he smiled, releasing you and removing your hand from his shirt. He pinched your cheeks and stepped away towards the bedroom. “I’m going to go change out of my work clothes before we eat.”

You were fucking done.

You took a few deep breaths, trying to compose yourself before you went into the bedroom to give him a piece of your mind. Your body was aching and you couldn’t fucking take it anymore.

“Euijoo,” you threw open the bedroom door, revealing his naked body standing in front of the mirror. His eyes darkened when he saw you, hand teasingly slipping from his chest down to his hips. You groaned irritably, stomping over to him and grabbing his wrist before he could touch himself any further. “I’m fucking over it, whatever you’re trying to do me.” You exhaled, eyes glazing over with pure desire. “You win.”

Game complete.

Euijoo wore a shit-eating grin, using his free hand to grab your wrist and pry you off of him. He grabbed your other wrist, forcing them both behind your back. Your breath hitched in your throat, legs losing strength as he held you tightly together with one hand, reaching over with the other to open the top drawer of the dresser. He pulled out one of his dress ties, wrapping his arms around your back to secure it around your wrists. You were putty in his hands now, cunt basically dripping through your shorts and onto the carpet at this point. He tilted your chin up, humming as he searched your eyes to read your reaction; he wanted to know exactly what you were thinking. “I can’t believe you still haven’t figured out how you ended up in this position.”

“W-what do you mean?” You asked, voice weak as you didn’t dare remove your eyes from his.

He laughed, squeezing your jaw until you whimpered. “What were you doing after work on the twelfth?"

“The twelfth? That was over a week ago, I don’t-” you paused for a moment, attempting to recollect your memories of what you were doing that evening, “I was mostly just watching tv while I waited for you to get home.”

“Mostly?” He questioned. You gulped. You realized right then that everything leading up to this moment was undoubtedly triggered by you getting yourself off that night. “Care to elaborate?” Euijoo had planned everything, and you were wrapped around his fingers just like he knew you would be. You opened your mouth to speak, but quickly closed it. “No?” He laughed, dark and heavy, his grip on your face unmoving. You breathed heavily. “Well, I can tell you exactly what you were doing that night.” He whipped you around so you were now facing the mirror with your back pressed against his bare chest. “You see,” he dropped his hand from your chin to your neck, the other tracing along every inch of your exposed skin. You swore quietly at yourself for opting to wear a pair of tiny lounge shorts and a tank top. “I heard something interesting when I got home from the office, and you know what it was?” You were shaking, fingernails digging into your palms. “It was the most beautiful angel I had ever seen, watching herself come in this very mirror.” He pointed at your reflection, then lowered his lips to your shoulder to leave a trail of kisses. “I thought, wow, I should really be the one doing that,” bite, “and I couldn’t help myself, I just had to tease her until all she had left in her was to fucking beg for release.”

“You’re unbelievable,” you exhaled, voice barely above a whisper.

He laughed, swiping his tongue across the hickeys he left and you moaned. “No,” he disagreed, “you’re just a very naughty girl.” He slipped a hand down your shorts and into your panties, the other up your shirt to cup your breasts. Your body jolted at the stimulation, hands involuntarily pawing behind your back at his cock. He lurched your body forward to create space in order to keep you from touching him. “No,” he growled, “you’re not allowed to fucking touch me tonight.” You whimpered, lips quivering as you felt your cunt aching beneath his fingertips. He pressed into your clit, hard, and you yelped. “Since you decided to fuck yourself without me, I’m going to do whatever I want to you.”

“B-but,” you stuttered, “you also did the same-”

He pushed his hand further up your shirt and out of the collar, shoving his palm over your mouth. “I suggest you shut this pretty little mouth of yours.”

You gave in, allowing your body to fully succumb to whatever way he chose to use you for his gratification. You accepted were just a fucktoy now, pussy drooling in anticipation for whatever he had planned. Quickly, Euijoo removed your shorts, then ripped your tank top off of you. You moaned, head falling back onto his shoulder as he sat down on the edge of the bed and yanked you onto his lap with him, immediately toying with your soaked folds once more. He forced your thighs apart, your cunt now fully displayed to both of you in the mirror. You heard him sharply inhale beside your ear as he removed his hand from your pussy for a moment, then brought it back down against it with a slap. You cried, tears prickling in the corners of your eyes from the pain and pleasure. He laughed wickedly, plunging two fingers into your hole without warning. He started with a relentless pace, punishing your cunt for the audacity to come without his touch. He shoved his hand over your mouth once more.

“Euij-” you choked through the gaps of his shifting fingers against your mouth, “it’s t-too much!”

He bit down on your neck, hard, “and you’re going to sit here and fucking take it like a good girl.”

You were shaking, fucked out and losing your mind as he continued to assult your cunt, humming every time he felt you inch closer and closer to climax. “F-fuck!”

He removed his hand from your mouth and slapped your clit again before creating circles, fingers pumping in and out of you fast while broken, raspy and ungodly sobs fell from your lips. Your cheeks were stained with tears, and you loved it. Your eyes started to close, head becoming loose, and Euijoo was not having it.

He paused on your clit for a moment to grip your hair, aggressively forcing your head back up. He tsked. “Eyes open, baby,” the lust in his voice caused your eyelids to snap open again, “you’re going to watch yourself while I break you.” With that, he circled your clit using an inexplicable speed, fingers curling inside of you once more to finally push you over the edge. You whined, body convulsing in his lap as you tried your best to keep your eyes open and locked on your reflection, observing yourself falling apart all over your boyfriend’s hands and thighs. You were completely wrecked. He growled at the feeling of your juices running down the sides of arms from the palms to the elbows, grinning widely at how much he made you come. “That’s it,” he cooed, riding out your high, “You’re so fucking perfect when you do what I say.”

He didn’t give you a chance to rest, lifting your ass up from his lap and placing you on his cock before you had even come down from your orgasm. You screamed, cunt overstimulated and arousal dripping down your thighs as he pistoned into you unforgiving, hitting your cervix with each thrust as he deeply buried himself in your walls. He gripped your tied wrists, using them to keep you steady on him. He brought one hand down to grab your ass, pounding into your throbbing walls. You could feel him twitching inside of you, the filthy sounds of your soaked cunt squelching around his cock, skin slapping roughly against each other. 

“S-shit- I’m fu- mph- I can’t-” you cried, your body exhausted and ecstatic as his cock filled you up.

“You can take it, baby,” he assured, a deep guttural groan escaping his lips. He was starting to lose his composure. “Do you hear yourself?” He moaned, taking pleasure in the way your wet cunt sang sweet melodies to his aching cock. “You’re so fucking wet, I’m- shit- trying not to come yet.” But he could barely hold on at this point, unsure how he hadn’t burst yet. You felt so fucking perfect around him, warm and homely, and he didn’t want to leave. He lifted you up and shifted your bodies further onto the bed, placing you face down and ass up without pulling out. He gripped your hips, tongue running up your spine while he sloppily thrusted into you, legs beginning to sputter and let go. He grabbed your hair- gently this time- and lifted your head so you could watch him fuck you from behind in the mirror. Your mascara was a mess, smeared all over your cheeks and the sheets, Euijoo’s eyes glazing over as he watched your mouth fall open and scream his name repeatedly as his cock hit every sweet spot in your needy cunt.

“Juju,” you cried, desperate to fist the sheets even though you couldn't with your hands being tied, “fuck, fuck- I’m gonna- oh my god!”

“Come for me, baby,” he grunted, throwing his head back in elation, “Gonna fill this pussy up so fucking good.”

“P-please,” your voice broke, eyes rolling backwards and stomach falling onto the mattress as you came on his cock, feeling his own release fill up every inch of your walls a moment later.

He was mewling, continuing to thrust into you hastily to make sure his cum filled you completely and stayed inside of you. As he started to slow and come back down, he wrapped his arms around your waist and slowly flipped your bodies so you were now cuddled and laying on your sides comfortably. He pulled out of you gently, groaning at the sight of his cum dripping out of your cunt, swollen and filled so perfectly. He slowly pressed healing kisses along your body, laying two on your cunt before he moved up to kiss your face. “You were amazing,” he praised, brushing your hair behind your ears so he could see your tired eyes. “My perfect girl.” He stood up to grab a warm towel from the bathroom to clean you up, returning quickly. 

You smiled lazily, heart warm and fluttering at his kindness. Euijoo may be rough in the sheets, but he always made sure to take care of you afterwards, never failing to tell you how well you did and treating you delicately. God, he was seriously the most perfect boyfriend; you had no idea how you got so lucky. 

[pineappleonmyburger]

Prove Me Wrong series

Masterlist

•&Team x Reader

•11 part series, possible epilogue

•Synopsis: when you mention to your group of guy friends that you could NEVER see them that way, they go one by one to prove you wrong using a specialty of their choice. and to find out who/what you enjoy the most…

Part 1: Prove Me Wrong- The Idea (Intro chapter)

Part 2: Prove Me Wrong- Such A Tease (Dry humping/thigh riding w/Jo)

Part 3: Prove Me Wrong- Show Me (Mutual masturbation w/Euijoo)

Part 4: Prove Me Wrong- Can’t Take It (Soft!dom reader & overstimulation w/Harua)

Part 5: Prove Me Wrong- Sit (Face sitting & 69 w/Nicholas)

Part 6: Prove Me Wrong- Breathe (Breath play w/Yuma)

Part 7: Prove Me Wrong- Sensational (Sensation play {ice cubes, wax, blindfold} w/Maki)

Part 8: Prove Me Wrong- No Escape (Hard!dom & bondage w/Fuma)

Part 9: Prove Me Wrong- Harder (Rough sex {hickeys, hair pulling, spanking etc} w/K)

Part 10: Prove Me Wrong- Not Here (Exhibitionism & Orgasm control w/Taki)

Part 11: Prove Me Wrong - Not Done Yet (SURPRISE BONUS CHAPTER) (4some, not saying who, you’ll just have to wait and see 😘🤭)

Epilogue: Prove Me Wrong - Back to Life

NOTE:🗣️🗣️🗣️

👉🏼 I’m going ahead and posting the masterlist for this series I’m about to start working on because I’m so fucking excited I can hardly wait. AND to give you a lil sneak peak of each chapter 🥵 (shoutout to my bestie @bulnoriyash for the help with each chapter idea)

[pineappleonmyburger]

Prove Me Wrong: Such A Tease

Series! Part 2

pairing: jo x fem!reader

genre: smut!!!

CW: dry humping, grinding, pet names (baby, sweetheart), thrill of getting caught, oral sex (m!receiving), orgasms, teasing, dirty talk, kissing

word count: 1,976

synopsis: jo is up first to try and prove to you that he can be seen as more than just your friend….sooner than you thought

note: besties i’m so excited for this series i can’t hardly stand it 😮‍💨

series masterlist

The faint glow of the streetlights outside fills the apartment. The clock from the stove shines red, showing that it’s not close to 2 a.m. You and Jo are the only ones still awake, talking about everything under the sun, ignoring the topic that was drunkenly discussed earlier with the rest of them. The other boys had passed out about an hour ago. A few of them had migrated to your bed, others had collapsed on the couch. Then there was Taki, on the floor face down.

You and Jo somehow weren’t tired, adrenaline pumping from the alcohol or the conversation either of you have yet to bring up. You hated to admit it, but the thought of experimenting with each of them was thrilling. You didn’t lie before, you had never truly thought of them that way, but they were all sexy as hell, you’d just never let yourself think about it any further than a moment. Jo must’ve noticed that your mind was wandering, he stopped his sentence to question you.

“What are you thinking about?” He said with a sly smile, genuinely curious. You were sitting on one end of the couch back against the arm, facing him. He was on the other end, facing forward.

“Nothing. What do you mean?” You asked innocently, trying to dismiss the fact that you were thinking about them in a way you shouldn’t be. You were so sure that the discussion earlier would go forgotten and never brought up again.

“Your mind is clearly somewhere else. What’s happening up there?” He chuckles, gesturing towards your head. Your cheeks flush and your ears get hot, trying to decide whether or not you’re going to be honest. But before you open your mouth, Jo decides for you.

“Not thinking about our deal, are we?” He says confidently, smirking at you, turning his body facing you like you are him.

“Psh, like that’s actually going to happen.” You say assured and content, while on the inside you’re melting away, heating growing between your legs just from talking about it.

“And why wouldn’t it?” He says, standing abruptly and plopping himself dangerously close to you now. You’re still sitting with your back against the couch arm, knees tucked closely against your body. He’s so close to you now that his thighs are touching where your feet are planted in front of you.

“It was just the alcohol talking. You all wouldn’t actually want that, would you?” You let out a nervous laugh, breath uneven and nervous as you await his answer.

“I can’t speak for them, sweetheart, but I’d take you right now if I could.” He says quietly, but firmly, his admission shocking you to your core and sending sparks through you. When he looks back at you his eyes are dark and hungry. “I was never that tipsy anyway.” He smiles, grabbing your wrist with one hand, pulling your body towards him, He takes his other hand and guides you onto his lap in one quick motion. The action happens so quickly you can’t process your thoughts or emotions. Once you’re situated on his lap, straddling him, his hands come to both sides of your face, cradling it softly. “Don’t you want it, too?” Your mind goes blank and you’re fueled with need.

“Jo-“ You breathe out as his hand guides you closer to him, his breath hot on your neck. Your body is telling you to move, to grind against him, but your mind is still processing what is happening.

“See one of my favorite things is this…” He starts, moving his hands to grip your hips as he guides you to slowly move forward and backwards on top of him. The small bit of stimulation has you reeling. “Watching someone fall apart just from the friction of our bodies together. Feeling the dampness through our clothes, showing each other how badly we need each other.” He continues, whispering into your ear as you continue to grind on him. You moan louder than you should as he pushes down on your hips, increasing the pressure in your movements.

“Shhh, baby. Don’t wanna wake them up, do you?” He chuckles into your ear, then connects his lips to your neck. His mouth is hot and wet, and contrast to the cold air in the room. You had practically forgotten about the other friends of yours sleeping peacefully throughout the apartment, and the thrill of being caught frightened you, but not as much as it turned you on. You took control, grinding into him harder and faster, his hands still holding onto your hips. You can feel his cock hard through your layers of clothing, and you wished it was closer, but this was enough for now.

“Jo, fuck.” You whimper, your clit brushing across the fabric over and over. Jo was also a mess underneath you, the movement against his dick and you moaning above him was enough to make him cum in his pants.

“Take your pants off. Quietly.” He says, stilling your hips with his strong grip. You look at him confused, not wanting to stop, wanting to continue chasing your orgasm. He raises an eyebrow, waiting for you to obey his command. You climb off of him and stand, pulling down your jeans, revealing your panties to him before you climb back on top of him and start to begin again until he stops you. “Ride my thigh, sweetheart.” He whispers, placing a kiss on your forehead. A sudden wave of shyness comes over you, he was asking you to get yourself off while he watched, and the thought of doing that with your friend was terrifying. “Please.” He utters. Part of the deal the group had agreed on was that each one of them was going to show you one thing that they enjoyed, that they thought you would too, you assumed this was Jo’s choice, so you complied. He moved forward on the couch, enough to where you could straddle his leg comfortably. As you positioned yourself, he could feel your soaked cunt against his leg, causing him to groan.

“What if one of them wakes up?” You murmur, locking your eyes with his and you begin to move against his thigh. You had already become so close from just grinding against him, you knew it wouldn’t take long, especially with the more direct contact now.

“Then they’ll enjoy the show.” He says with a grin. You know it’s not likely that any of them budge given the amount of beer consumed between them all, but there was always a chance. He latched his hands onto your hips again, moving them with you as you used his thigh like a toy. Soon enough your need to cum overpowered any of the other looming thoughts in your head.

“Jo, I’m s-so close.” You managed to croak out, throwing your head forward onto his shoulder. He joined his lips to your neck again, sucking and kissing at the sensitive skin and you whimper above him.

“Come on, baby. Use me. Cum on my thigh.” He whispers into your ear, one of his hands moves from your hips to lift your chin to look at him. You continue moving against his thigh, harder and faster, your clit rubbing just right against him. Suddenly another sound breaks through your moans and the heavy breathing between you two. Taki had rolled onto his back on the floor, the movement of someone else in the room causing you to freeze and tense up. The moment you heard him continue snoring you let out a sigh, you were terrified you’d been caught. “Ignore him. Focus on me, I wanna see how beautiful you are when you fall apart.” Jo says, his hands moving you, convincing you to continue. You were so close to the edge that it hurt, so you resumed your movements.

“I’m-fuck. I’m gonna-.” You moan out.

“I know, baby, I know.” Jo wrapped his hand around the back of your neck and pulled you in for a kiss as your orgasm exploded, his mouth muffling your cries. “That’s it. So beautiful, fuck.” He groaned as he pulled away from you. You had expected these experiences to be incredibly awkward and difficult, if they even ended up happening, considering they were your best friends. But this was so far from it. Turns out you may give into each of them much easier than you expected. You continued your movements to ride out your high, finally stilling yourself and collapsing against him.

“Oh my god..” You chuckled against his chest. He laughed as well, still looking at you like you’re his last meal when you look back up at him. You look down and see the imprint of his cock through his sweats. “Let me help you with that, Jojo.” You slide off of him and get on your knees in front of him, the wet spot that you’d left on his thigh catching your attention as you move.

“You really don’t have to, y/n.” He reassures, as you pull at his waistband, ignoring his niceties. You wanted to make him feel good, too. He lifts up slightly so that you can pull his sweatpants and boxers down together, his length springing out immediately. You can’t help but stare, his dick is long, hard and angry, begging for attention. You position yourself between his legs and reach out to stroke him with your right hand, his body shuddering at the contact. “I’m not gonna last long, baby. Could’ve came just watching you.” He lays his head back against the couch as you bring your mouth around the tip of his cock, your hand pumping him slowly at the base as your mouth is working on the top. You hollow out your cheeks and suck on him harshly, moving your hand faster. He whispers out faint obscenities and praises as you continue, his body trembling already. You brought your head down as far as you could, gagging slightly on his length, eyes watering from the intrusion as you withdrawal him from your mouth. “Fuck!” He says a little too loudly when you take him lower into your mouth.

“I wanna see you cum too. Please, Jo.” You look up at him innocently as you pump him hard and fast, licking a circle around his tip after you speak. His thighs clench underneath you and he can barely breathe out a warning before his load shoots into your mouth as he whimpers below you. You stroke him through it, wringing out every last drop of his cum before you look at him and swallow, his jaw practically hitting the floor from the intensity of your choice.

“Oh-oh my-Shit.” He snickers, looking down at you in amazement as you pull away from him and lean back, sitting on your thighs. “You’re insane.” He’s smiling ear to ear, happy to be the first to discover this side of you. He contains himself and pulls his pants back up as you redress your bottom half as well. Afterwards you crumble next to him on the couch, leaning into his side.

“You know they’re gonna kill you when they find out you went first before they even made the schedule.” You say, a smug smile across your face, knowing they’ll be pissed but also unbelievably shocked that Jo had the guts to do it.

“Eh, I’ll manage.” He replies, wrapping his arm around you. “Still think this is gonna be easy?”

“Absolutely not. But they don’t need to know that.” You whisper, gesturing at the others passed out around the living room. He chuckles at your comment. The room feels so quiet now as you both slowly drift off to sleep. If this was just the beginning, you’ve got a lot to look forward to.

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[starvine]

needy - nakakita yuma

you may not know what you and yuma are, but you do know one thing: he gives fantastic head.

info. yuma x reader, smut, porn with literally 0.2 seconds of plot, cunnilingus, fingering, spit, nipple sucking, swearing, brief dry humping, sex under the influence (slightly), unestablished relationship, yuma is a freak disguised as a hot man, (mostly) edited!

length. 3k words.

reblogs appreciated! <3

You like Yuma. 

Truly, you do. He’s funny, he’s stylish, and he’s very kind to you. And most importantly, he gives you the most insane orgasms. 

It’s not like you’ve been doing this thing, whatever it is, with Yuma for too long. It’s been maybe two or three weeks maximum, still, you’re certain this is the most you’ve orgasmed in—probably—your whole life. It’s not even that you’re begging him for it. He’s on you before you can lift a finger. No matter what, it’s like you’re on a time limit and you need to fulfill your quota of orgasms by the time the clock hits zero. You’d honestly be fine with not having an orgasm every time you’re near him. The idea of just watching a movie and cuddling with the bright smiled man actually sounds nice. But Yuma always has other plans. Even when he’s not sure that that’s where the night is headed, it always does. Whether it’s because you send him a seductive look or he whispers something provocative in your ear, you end up touching each other in some sort of way. 

You both went to some party—separately, of course—but like always, the night ends with the two of you together, tangled up in either your apartment or in his dorm. Yuma practically shoves you through your door the second the key clicks in place, pushing you into the closest wall. He cups your face in his palms, the coolness of his rings contrasting the sheer heat of his hands as he kisses you with the fervor that only a tipsy and horny man could muster. 

“Fuck, Yuma,” you whisper, trying your best to kiss him back. The force of his hands holding your face smushes your cheeks together and muffles your words. In any other circumstance, Yuma would laugh, but now, he’s dead set on something else. “My roommate is home. Calm down.” 

Yuma groans, grabbing your hips and crowding against them. One hand creeps towards your thigh, lifting your leg so he can press himself against where he knows you want him. Like always, he knows best when it comes to your body and your pleasure. You huff out a small moan, your head hitting the wall behind you as you turn to the ceiling. 

The small thunk of your head finally gets him to giggle against your lips, mouthing his way along your jaw. The sharpness of his canines graze the underside of your chin, tongue quelling the slight burn. You roll your hips slightly, your clit catching on the swell of his cock and providing a delicious taste of what you hope he’ll give you in just a matter of minutes. Yuma moans loudly against your throat, the heat of his mouth fueling the heat pooling in your stomach. 

“Yuma,” you warn once more, grip tightening along his shoulder. “My roommate.” 

“I don’t care,” he huffs, ripping himself away from your skin. The dark shag of his hair falls into his eyes, protecting you from his desperate gaze. He licks the plush of his lips, pink and kiss swollen in a way that almost makes you swear you love him when you’re not even sure if that’s true. “Need you. So bad,” he confesses, diving back into the bruise he was sucking along your neck. 

You grab his face, pulling him away from where he seems determined to practically eat you. He sends you a glare, one that quickly melts into a grin once he realizes that you’re trying to guide him to your bedroom, a place he’s become very well acquainted with over the past few weeks. 

Making himself at home, he throws himself onto your bed as you busy yourself with locking the door. Yuma has realized that you have this silly habit of trying to clean your room under the low light of your bedside lamp as if he’s not there and hasn’t already seen the copious amounts of discarded outfits thrown across the floor. He watches as you diligently kick things into your closet, laughing when a pair of your underwear gets caught on your toe and won’t fly into your hamper. 

“Leave me alone,” you groan, trying your best not to let a giggle slip. You yank the lacy pair off your foot, chucking it into the hamper that sits in the corner of your room. 

“Mm, I don’t want to,” he purrs, beckoning you towards him with a wave of his hand. You stalk toward him slowly as he rushes to move towards the end of your bed, eager to touch you once more. Once you’re before him, Yuma grabs the back of your thighs, yanking you forward so you stand between his spread legs. “I like bothering you.” 

“Yeah, I can tell,” you chuckle, carding your hands through his once-styled hair. With a quick glance downwards, you’re able to spot the hard-on he sports proudly. Yuma grins up at you innocently until you feel his hands creep up towards your ass, squeezing harshly. You gasp, tugging at the hair that tickles the back of his neck. He whimpers softly, using his other hand to push the edge of your shirt up towards your tits. Leaning forward, Yuma makes his way up your stomach, doing his best to lick the underside of your tits despite your bra blocking his precious view.

The liquor, despite only having a few drinks, must be clouding his mind as he’s usually much smoother than this. It’s not that Yuma hasn’t been desperate before, but it’s usually much more controlled. Deciding to help the poor boy out, you tug your shirt over your head and unclasp your bra, straps sliding down your shoulders. Yuma finally comes to, helping you by throwing the piece of clothing across the room. All questions of where it’s landed leave your mind the second his lips wrap around your nipple, sucking it into his mouth in a way that makes you keen forward. 

He catches you before you fall, encouraging you to plant your knees on either side of his hips, eventually sitting down in his lap. Hugging your chest to his mouth, Yuma bucks his hips upward, moaning against your chest as his hand snakes its way in between the two of you in search of the button of your jeans. 

“You’re so pretty,” he mumbles, flicking your nipple with his tongue. “‘Want you all to myself.”

“What’s gotten into you?” you ask, grinding down into his lap. The roughness of his bottoms press deliciously on your clit, providing the friction you’ve been craving. You both moan loudly, having to slap a hand over your mouth before you even acknowledge the echo of Yuma in your ears. Greedily, you’d much rather silence yourself than the gorgeous man in front of you. If you could have his moans recorded and added to your playlist, you would listen to that soundtrack day in and out. 

After three tries, Yuma successfully unbuttons your jeans, shoving his hand awkwardly down your pants as he fumbles to find what he’s been wanting to feel since the second he laid eyes on you. Gliding his fingers over your slick, he sighs in relief once he feels your warmth. Selfishly, he can’t wait to be inside of you. Even more selfishly, he can’t wait to see you cum all over his fingers and tongue and—if you’ll let him—his cock. 

Yuma flips you over and onto your back with ease, smiling down at you as he watches your hair splay around you in a gorgeous, haphazard halo. You wiggle your jeans down your legs, one leg getting caught on the same foot that your underwear got caught on earlier. He yanks it off gently, eyeing the delicate, pink underwear that covers your pussy from him. However, seeing the bulge of his fingers tenting the fabric and the wet spot on the seat of your panties turns him on more than he expected. 

“This is all mine, right?” he whispers, licking your ear in a way that you would hate if it were anyone other than him. 

You press your cheek to his, humming desperately. He can feel how eager you’re becoming, your hips rolling into his palm. The corner of your lip quirks upward, a tendency of yours whenever you realize that things are going exactly the way you want. He’s not too sure if you’re aware of that small habit, but he’d be happy to be the first to recognize it. 

“Yuma,” you breathe, planting an open-mouthed kiss against his cheek. He pulls away from your neck, slender eyes peering down at yours. Maybe this is corny, but he’s beginning to love the curve of your cupid's bow, leaning down to kiss it softly as if he didn’t nearly shove you through the wall five minutes prior. He’s so fucking hard right now. “Please touch me.” 

“I am touching you,” he grins, the point of his canines digging into the plush of his bottom lip. You’d never admit it aloud, but you kinda miss his crooked teeth. This smile is still very sexy, too. 

“Yuma,” you warn, bucking up into his hand once again. Maybe it’s your slick spread across his fingers or the huffy whine you release or the pretty sparkle in your eyes, but Yuma suddenly doesn’t mind being scolded as long as it’s by you. Because at the end of the day, he’ll always give you what you want. In all honesty, he might want it even more than you. 

He chuckles, airy and bright, as he presses a series of quick kisses across your lips and face. “Alright,” he agrees, dragging your soaked panties down your legs and tossing them onto the floor unceremoniously. “I got you.” 

One thing you’ve noticed since this thing with Yuma began is that he has this freakish tendency to look at your pussy once he starts properly touching you. You agree, the sight is quite attractive. But to Yuma, it might as well be like watching a god appear right in front of him. 

“Fuck,” he whines, a fog glossing over his eyes the second he finds your clit. “You’re so wet.” 

You nod helplessly, tugging his focus back to your face. He almost looks surprised to see you, his lips pursing under your grip. You tug him forward, the pillow of his lips meeting yours. Biting on his lip, he his mouth parts and moans quietly, a sound that makes you clench around nothing. Yuma feels the twitch under his fingers and can’t help but press his hips against your bare thigh. Always the kindest, most beautiful girl he knows you to be, you aid his aching cock by pushing back. He licks into your mouth, sucking on your tongue in a way that makes you think he would willingly let you spit in his mouth if you asked. Honestly, he would probably still do it even if you didn’t. He’s good to you like that. He’s also, consequently, a freak. 

“I was thinking of you all night,” you admit, half of the syllables swallowed by Yuma’s eager mouth. He sucks a pretty flower onto your jaw as a response. “‘Wanted you to touch me so bad.” 

“Really? What else did you want, baby?” he murmurs, kissing his way down your neck, his spit cooling on your skin despite the heat accumulating between the two of you. “Want me to lick your pretty cunt? Is that what you want?” 

You moan again, desperate for his touch as his fingers begin to wander further downward. He traces the outline of your hole, his lips trailing between your breasts and down your stomach once more. Disgustingly or not, you haven’t quite made up your mind, Yuma licks your belly button between kissing it, practically making out with it for a split second. But before you can scold him for it, he plants his lips on your clit and sucks like a starved man. 

Hands flying to his hair, you twist and tug to communicate where words fail you. Yuma groans against you, tongue licking a wide stripe from the bottom of your hole to your clit. He fucks his tongue into you, feeling the way you clench around him. “You taste so good, baby,” he pants, using his index and middle finger to spread your folds apart. 

“Shit,” you moan, tossing your head back. “Yuma.” 

He hums against your clit, kitten licking the swollen bud. “Need more?” 

You nod against the covers of your bed, back arching helplessly into his mouth. He chuckles against your folds, the puff of air only making you ache for him more. Damn his good looks and his dashing charm, because—wow!—he really does give the best head. You better keep him around, because you’re certain you’ll only come across an eater this good once in your lifetime. 

“Need your fingers,” you plead, using all your strength to lift your head and look at him. Yuma looks at you, eyes dark and the hair that has slipped from your fingers brushing against the edge of his cheek just like earlier. You scoop the remaining hair into your hands, his eyes shining like you hung the stars and the moon just for him. “Please.” 

“Fuck,” he huffs, his lips releasing a soft pop as he pulls away from your clit. “Okay.” 

Without much warning, he plunges two fingers into your heat, causing a broken moan to force its way from your mouth. Your back arches fiercely, an angle he’s never seen you achieve until now. You didn’t expect the sudden stretch, and before you can grow accustomed to it, Yuma continues to kitten lick your clit as he scissors you open. 

“Mmph,” you whine, thighs closing around his ears. Yuma uses his free hand to push one leg away from his head, yearning to be able to hear your moans and whimpers, even if it is with only one ear. 

“Feel good?” he asks, lips rubbing against your pussy and covering his mouth in a translucent shine that you almost want to kiss off. “I bet it does.” 

You give him some breathless reply, a string of words that are incoherent and don’t really make much sense. However, Yuma doesn’t mind. Your body is doing all the talking anyways. 

Grinding against the bed, Yuma is growing greedy, yearning to feel you release against his mouth and fingers. He truly believes you’re the prettiest ever, especially when you toss your head to the side, a hand sneaking upwards to squeeze your tit. He can tell you’re growing impatient with the way you’re squirming and the sharp tug at his scalp. Who is he to deny you?

He pulls away quickly, ripping his shirt over his head and tossing it behind him. “You’re dripping down my face, baby. Didn’t want to ruin my shirt,” he smiles, a faint sheen of your slick covering his chin and, sure enough, his neck. How the fuck it got there, you’re not sure. However, he doesn’t let the embarrassment seep in before he’s all over you once more. 

One thing you particularly like about Yuma is how he practically makes out with your cunt, tongue exploring every inch of you. His tongue joins his fingers in your hole for a second, returning to your clit once he realizes how neglected he’s left her. He’d be damned if he left his poor baby unsatisfied. 

Your legs twitch beneath him, growing more restless by the second. Head tilting back and eyes squeezing shut, Yuma turns his gaze from your cunt to your face. His favorite view. 

“Wanna cum,” you groan, nails digging into his hair and scalp, the heat in your stomach becoming nearly unbearable. One hand searches for him, a petulance creeping into your voice that he finds all too amusing. Deciding to help you out, Yuma grabs your hand with his, lacing your fingers across your stomach so he can feel every twitch and squirm. “Please, Yuma. I wanna cum.” 

“I’m working on it,” he hums, no annoyance in his voice whatsoever. 

He sucks on your clit harder, his fingers curling up towards your belly button. You moan loudly, and if you were in the right mind, you’d be certain that you woke up your roommate. But you’re not in the right state of mind, and you can blame that all on the man between your legs. With one more flick of his tongue and twitch of his finger, the coil within you snaps, releasing the prettiest moans Yuma has ever had the pleasure of hearing. Your warmth coats his face, his favorite taste, as you eventually relax back against your sheets with a content sigh. You’re glowing and Yuma firmly believes he’s never seen something so beautiful. 

Carefully, Yuma removes his fingers from your cunt, amazed by the weak pulse it makes as his fingers slide out begrudgingly. He kisses his way up your body for the umpteenth time that night, stopping to suck on one nipple briefly, releasing it before you can begin to complain of sensitivity. 

You pull him toward you and realize how much you missed having his pretty face close to you. You kiss him sweetly, sucking his bottom lip into your mouth as he melts against you. You can feel how hard he is against your thigh, but before you can think of picking up the pace once more, he snuggles into your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. 

You freeze. Not sure of what to do, you comb your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly. Yuma purrs, pressing gentle kisses against you neck, the ones he usually only gives you when he’s on the brink of passing out after a long night of fucking. “You don’t want any help with that?” you ask, nails raking down his back and to the waistband of his trousers. 

He flinches slightly, relaxing into your touch just as quickly. “Give me a second,” he replies, sounding strained. “If you touch me right now, I think I might cum in five seconds.” 

You snort, and he almost regrets all he does for you. (No he doesn’t. Not even close.)

ⓒ starvine

[blueuijoo]

la petite mort (18+)

nicholas x reader

shout out to my friend who poetically complimented me and fueled this fic idea you're the goat bestie

a story of a passionate painter and his muse.

tags: smut, artist!nico, afab!reader, he speaks so poetically highkey, dirty talk, oral, he uses a paintbrush on you and im not sure how to label that, squirting, cum eating, cum facial, unprotected sex, coming inside, pet names, some rough sex

wc: 4.8k

disclaimer: all of my works are purely fiction and do not represent the members in any way

The minute you walked it, time stopped.

Nicholas noticed you immediately. Silver dress, a heart-shaped locket that sat just above the sternum, slightly dirty sneakers; everyone else around him faded into black as he watched you– only you– your fingers fidgeting at your sides while you bit your lip and darted your eyes around the exhibit. 

He was half paying attention when observers came up to him to ask questions about his pieces, a memorized script spilling from his lips without error as his eyes continued to follow you from painting to painting. 

“If you’d excuse me,” he cleared his throat, bowing politely to the guests before taking his leave. 

He stepped closer to you. Two steps. 

Just a few more.

Even from the back, you were perfect. Flawless. You had potential, an amount that felt overwhelming inside of Nicholas’ chest. He needed you to be his muse– there was no other option.

“This is one of my favourites,” he said, gently, to grab your attention without startling you. He was standing beside you now. 

You turned your head and looked up at him briefly, a soft smile tugging at your lips. “Is it?” You asked, scanning him quickly from head to toe. You returned your attention to the painting. “It feels very…” You pondered for a moment, trying to find the right words to say, "lonely and sad."

He glanced sideways at you, body turning slightly away from the piece to face you a little bit. “Would you believe me if I told you I painted this at one of the happiest times in my life?”

You chuckled. “I would,” your eyes met his for a moment, “and I’d also say the cliche line of art is open for interpretation.” 

Nicholas smiled. “If it feels lonely and sad to you, then it is.”

You both stood there for a few moments. Still. Quiet. The chatter from the other guests faded effortlessly into the background as you took turns sneaking glances back and forth between the painting and each other. Something about him was very alluring. He was mysterious, which is what instantly drew you to visit his exhibition in the first place when you saw it advertised by the local arts organization earlier in the week.

La Petite Mort. A Little Death.

That was the name of his exhibition, a euphemism for an orgasm in French. Nothing about his art seemed erotic, though, at least on the surface. Perhaps there was some underlying message the average onlooker would fail to notice, while more seasoned art lovers would pick up on its subtlety. You considered yourself the latter, yet had a bit of trouble finding the connection to the theme the title would infer. 

“Why did you choose La Petite Mort as the name for your show?” You asked, now completely facing him. 

He was taller than you realized, eyes like a fox peering down through slightly hooded lids. His lips were a perfect shade of red as if they were permanently stained by the world's finest wine. His frame was curved just enough, your heart quickening the more you observed him. Your eyes landed and lingered on his waist.

He smirked. You didn’t notice.

“Hmmm,” he thought, lips pursed as he rested his chin into his hand, tapping it with his fingertips, “Painting for me feels like that.”

“How poetic of you,” you joked, but feeling very moved by his honesty. He chuckled at your teasing. “Would you say it’s better than sex?”

“Not exactly,” he shook his head, “but the feeling when I’m painting, when I finish something I’m proud of, feels like a very similar and blissful rush to an orgasm.” 

“That sounds amazing,” you gushed, wondering if you would one day find something that made you feel that way, too.

In truth, life was a drag for you. Everything felt dull and grey, colour seemingly evaporating as each day passed. The same old shit, just a different day. It’s no wonder you felt loneliness and sadness speaking to you through Nicholas’ paintings; you were projecting your emotions onto them.

“Do you have something like that in your life?” Nicholas asked, pulling you out of your depressing thoughts and back to the original question. 

You shook your head. “No, but I hope one day I discover it.”

“Would you like to explore that with me?”

Your eyes went wide, taken aback by his words. You weren’t sure what he was implying. “How so?”

“I want to paint you,” he answered. “You’re so fucking beautiful, I feel this pounding in my chest and ache of passion whenever I look at you.” He was slightly breathless, the words flowing out of him quickly. “Ever since the first moment I saw you tonight, I knew you were the one.”

You were utterly shocked. He was complimenting you in the most decorative way, your heart now beating against your rib cage exactly in the same way he described his own. “I–I don’t even know what to say,” you exhaled, feeling overwhelmed and extremely attracted to him.

“You can think it over,” he smiled politely, hands digging into his pockets. “My number is on here.” He handed you a business card.

You nodded, swallowing hard as you took the cardstock from his hand and pulled your gaze away from him. You were nervous now, the tightness in your chest growing exponentially the more you stood there next to him, just inches away from your arms touching. In that moment, you realized you should probably go before you ended up doing something stupid, like asking him to sleep with you to fill the void within yourself. There was no doubt in your mind that you wanted to get to know Nicholas beyond the surface of his artwork. From the short exchange of words you two shared, his mind was creating knots in your stomach; he was deep, focused, real. Perhaps allowing him to use you for his art would be a good opportunity to dive deeper into who he was. 

“I will,” you replied, beginning to walk towards the exit. “It was nice meeting you, Nicholas.”

“Nico is fine,” he said, “Have a good night…” He didn’t know your name.

“Y/n,” you smiled, hand pushing open the door to leave.

“Y/n,” he repeated as he saw you off with a nod.

It took you a few weeks to build up the courage to reach out to Nicholas. Besides the fact you kept psyching yourself out of doing it, work was kicking your ass. Deadlines upon deadlines– it felt never ending, and the paper stacks only kept growing bigger and bigger. 

When you decided to major in Psychology, you had a very different expectation of what you’d be doing at an actual job. It wasn’t fun anymore, but you kept trying because you had rent to pay, and you wanted to at least attempt to find joy in it again, the same joy that got you interested in it in the first place.

You were deeply intrigued by the human psyche– ever since you were a kid– the first signs being when you’d play with your stuffed animals, you’d make them act out conversations that seemed far too intelligent for a six-year-old to be having. 

In some ways, you regretted choosing it as a career. Now, it felt more like a chore, lacking the once sparkling ambition and enjoyment you used to feel during your college days. 

You sighed, leaning back into the desk chair as your phone buzzed. To your surprise, Nicholas responded back much quicker than expected. You thought with him being an artist that he’d be stuck in the flow state and not respond until days later. It was nice to be proven otherwise.

Nico: i thought you’d never reach out 

You: well, here i am! sorry i took so long – been so busy omg 

Of course, you weren’t going to tell him it was also because you were nervous about contacting him.

Nico: i hear that – do you happen to have some free time this weekend? saturday evening?

You: i do – what’s up?

He sent you an address.

Nico: come here at 7 pm

You raised your brow as you read the text, feeling somewhat suspicious. The location showed an empty warehouse on the map. Well, I’ll just bring a pocket knife and extra pepper spray, you thought, making sure you were prepared if he turned out to be insane. 

You: sounds good, i’ll see you then 

Nico: awesome! talk more later, the paints are calling

You chuckled. 

You were thankful the street lights illuminated the warehouse just enough, and it seemed to be located in a busy part of the city. You took a deep breath, nerves easing up just a tad as you fished into your pockets for your phone. You dialed Nicholas’ number.

“H–Hello?” He answered, voice nearly muffled. You heard an array of sounds, his phone clearly unstable in between what you assumed to be his ear and shoulder. 

“Hey, Nico,” you greeted, “I’m out front.”

“Oh!” There was a sudden clamor, one that you could make out just slightly outside of the building itself. 

Your eyes flickered up towards the entrance, the overhead door rising up only a few seconds later. You ended the call once Nicholas came into view. Somehow, even while wearing baggy clothes and being covered in paint from head to toe, he still managed to look absolutely breathtaking. 

“Hi,” you smiled, carefully stepping into the warehouse.

He seemed astonished you actually showed up. “You came.”

“I said I would, didn’t I?”

Nicholas bit his lip bashfully before closing the door behind you. “I–I thought you’d stand me up, if I’m being honest.”

You laughed, patting his shoulder assuringly as you stepped further into the space. “I wouldn’t lie to you. I keep my word.”

He grinned, widely, in a way that gave you the impression he was deeply grateful that you followed through with your agreement– a look that, perhaps, had never had a chance to show up before. “No one has ever actually come through for me.”

“Well,” you paused, rethinking if you should say what were you about to, “you are pretty straightforward and honest. Not a lot of people are used to that.”

He nodded, letting out a small laugh. “I can agree with that.” He placed his hand on the small of your back, gently guiding you further into the space. “I hate beating around the bush, I just say what I mean,” you eyed a few seating options while he continued, “you can sit anywhere you’d like.” You nodded, eyes settling on the living room. “Do you want something to drink? Eat?” He offered.

“Just water is fine.” You smiled while he entered the kitchen. The warehouse was beautiful and very spacious. The industrial decor and open loft design felt very Nicholas to you, even from your very limited impression of him. You took notice of the bedroom area, eyes glancing between that and the kitchen. When he first sent you the address, you assumed it may have been a simple art studio space he rented– but this seemed like his actual home. “Do you live here?” You asked, eventually deciding to take a seat on the grey L-shaped couch in the living room. 

He returned to your side, carefully placing the water onto the end table beside you so it wouldn’t spill. “Only when I’m riding an inspiration high.” He sat down on the corner of the couch, just a few inches away from you. “I actually have a few roommates elsewhere, but they’re so used to me only living there part-time at this point.” He laughed at his reality, elbows resting on his knees, chin in hands, while he observed you sipping your water. You felt self-conscious the longer his eyes lingered, nearly choking on the liquid before placing it back down. Nicholas' face dropped into an expression of concern for a moment, his body automatically moving closer to your side. “Shit, you okay?”

Him sitting so close that he might as well be on your lap didn’t help you calm down one bit. “I–I’m fine,” you cleared your throat.

He let out a sigh of relief, throwing his head back against the couch. The heat kindling between your bodies was growing apparent, his shoulder nearly touching yours. He turned his head, peering down at you. A lazily smile tugged at his lips, and your heart nearly stopped. God, why did he have to be so fucking beautiful?

You didn’t realize how intensely you had been looking at him. “You know,” he started, “maybe you should be the one painting me instead with how hard you're staring.” He teased. You darted your eyes away from him immediately, cheeks redder than the crimson acrylic that stained his sleeves as you attempted to calm down. You could hear him laughing beside you, having riled you up from his words. “I think I want to paint you just like this.”

You furrowed your brows, opting to glance at him through your peripheral this time, rather than fully turn to him, to save your heart. “Like what?”

“Nervous. Shy and blushing. Body trembling.” You were finding it harder to breathe the more he spoke. “How you are right now is so,” he paused for a moment. Your short breaths were the only thing audible between you and him. “So captivating and impassioned.” Your mind was going hazy. “Does being close to me make you feel the way painting makes me feel?”

You choked on nothing, lips quivering as heat pooled between your thighs. Jesus, if you didn’t know he was a painter, you’d assume he was a poet with the way he handled words. Every single one he breathed was sent straight to your core. Fuck, maybe agreeing to meet with him was a bad idea. 

“I–” you were at a loss for words. You were not about to admit to him how turned on and needy you were for him right now. 

He broke into a wide grin, tapping your knee before he stood up from the couch, the touch feeling electric on your skin. You watched him as he walked over to his painting corner, pulling out a stool and setting up his supplies. A few minutes later, he motioned you to come closer, and before you could even make the decision, your body was moving towards him. 

“Have a seat here for me,” he instructed gently, tapping on the top of the stool. You were worried he’d see a mark on it later from how soaked your cunt was. “I already prepped the background for this piece, so you won’t have to sit here quite as long as usual.” You nodded, silently gulping as you sat down on the stool like he asked of you. Your hands fiddled in your lap, eyes unsure of where to look while your legs kicked slightly below you. “Try to be still,” he suggested, low, his honey-like rasp entering your ears and promptly infiltrating your brain. You inhaled sharply, doing your best to stay unmoving. His eyes burning into you only made it worse. You weren’t looking at him, so his smirks of knowingness went unnoticed by you. As an artist, he possessed an uncanny ability to read emotions.

You felt like you had been sitting there for hours. “How much longer?” You asked softly.

“Do you need a break?”

You shook your head. “No, I just–” you sighed, having no idea how to finish your statement without admitting how you were feeling right now. The warehouse felt like it was on fire.

He paused the strokes of his paintbrush, looked up from the canvas, then honed his eyes in on you. You felt your stomach burn. “I’m almost done,” he reassured you, “I’m just missing one small thing.” You were afraid to look at him, knowing damn well he had now stepped away from the canvas and was standing in front of you. He kneeled down so his face was level with yours, his fingers delicately touching your chin and turning it to face him. You shivered, eyes involuntarily meeting his. 

You were fucked. 

“I can feel you shaking, y/n,” he discerned, lips parting as he continued searching your irises. His thumb brushed against your cheek. “May I give you a little death?”

You swore you stopped breathing, eyes suddenly glazed over as he just smiled at you. In that moment, you didn’t care if he was only using you for his art– you needed him.

“T–Touch me, Nico,” you breathed, hand reaching up to grab his bicep and pull him closer. 

His hands trailed up your thighs, reaching dangerously close to your core. He could sense how turned on you were, your heated skin being the messenger. Carefully, he pulled your body forward just a tad so you were nearly sitting on the edge of the stool. He parted your legs, hiking up the hem of your skirt. You silently thanked yourself for opting to wear a dress that night.  

He gasped when he saw your panties, the arousal staining and dripping through them. “Fuck,” he hissed, fingertips grazing just over the top of the lace, “all of this for me?”

You let out a light moan as he continued to play with the material, hands gripping the sides of the stool in an attempt to keep yourself still. “Please,” you whimpered, “I need to feel your tongue.”

Nicholas smirked, head dropping to your needy cunt as he wrapped his fingers around the straps of your panties, pulling them down to your ankles and off of your body. He spread your folds apart with his fingers, your arousal glistening and appetizing. He licked his lips before burying his mouth into you, slick covering his nose and chin as he messily flicked his tongue all over your folds and clit. Your chest heaved up and down intensely, one of your hands finding its way into his hair. The stool was shifting from its spot, Nicholas offering one of his hands to assist you in keeping it steady. The warehouse was filled with the filthy sounds of his mouth against your wet pussy and your cries of pleasure, each one echoing off the walls with perfect acoustics. Nicholas’ eyes were rolling as he hummed against you, vibrations being sent through your veins while he devoured you whole. He paused for a moment, pulling away to look up at you. Fuck, seeing his face covered in you made you weak. 

“Can I try something?” He asked. You raised your brow at him as he stood up, shuffled over to his tray of paintbrushes, opened a new pack, pulled out the widest one, then walked back over to you. He kneeled down so his face was level with your lower body once again. He held the brush up to you, and you understood. He wanted to use it instead of his fingers.

You’d never been asked that before, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t intrigued. You were pretty open to trying anything once. You bit your lip and nodded, parting your legs for him this time so he could continue. “Go ahead,” you whispered.

He started with the bristles, delicately grazing them along your clit, swollen and red. You inhaled sharply, the stool legs lifting off the ground briefly before returning to the floor with a light clang. He then circled the brush around your folds, your wetness coating the bristles as if he was going to use your arousal as paint later. You moaned, head falling backwards as he continued to touch you. A few moments later, you felt the handle lightly tap your entrance.

“May I?” He asked, looking to you for permission to put it inside of you. You nodded, and he carefully pushed the handle into your hole. You gasped, the feeling being more enjoyable than you expected. Nicholas was watching you, eyes glistening as he observed all of your changing facial expressions. His favourite was when he touched your sweet spot and your mouth dropped further and eyes rolled back. “Do you like it?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

“Y–Yeah,” you choked.

Nicholas dropped his mouth to your clit again, working on it steadily as he moved the brush in and out of you. You were this close to falling off of the stool, Nicholas doing his best to keep you in place with his mouth. But at that point, it wasn’t working, so he gave up, pausing on your for a moment to pick you up, kick the stool out of the way, and lay you flat on top of the newspapers that aligned the floor. He wasted no time going back to his thrusts and licks on you, your body now free to move however it pleased. Your legs jolted as the brush tapped your g-spot, your hands involuntarily grabbing his hair to push his mouth harder against your sensitive nub. Your moans were growing louder and louder, his sucks and light grazing of teeth on your clit sending you into overdrive. 

“Oh, fuck!” You yelled, releasing onto his mouth and the brush. Your body convulsed, the intense ecstasy washing over your entire being as you rode out your high. Through hooded lids, you watched Nicholas lean up from your core, shoving the brush handle into his mouth to lick you clean off of it. He groaned, wishing there was still more of you left on it to taste.

“That was perfect,” he expressed, running his fingers along the sides of your body before kissing your lips gently. He stood up from the floor, walking back over to the unfinished art piece. He glanced between you and the painting, the faint sounds of the bristles against the canvas helping you come down from your orgasm peacefully. You watched him admirably, your chest lifting up and down slowly. You saw him as he broke into a huge smile, one that was filled with so much pride and joy. “Fuck,” he exhaled, “I have never made a piece so,” he breathed again, “so consummate before.”

You lazily sat up on your elbows. “Am I allowed to look?”

He nodded. “Of course.” 

You pulled yourself up onto your feet and approached him. When you saw the completed painting, it felt like the world stopped. Everything around you faded except for the piece and Nicholas. You had never seen yourself portrayed in such an aesthetic and meaningful way. You threw your hands over your mouth astounded.

“Wow,” you exclaimed, “this is… I don’t even know how to describe it,” you turned to him and smiled, “it’s just fucking incredible.”

He blushed for the first time. So, you weren’t the only one who could get flustered. “I’m glad you think so.”

You felt a pang in your chest, the passion seemingly growing intenser with each moment shared between you and Nicholas. “I think,” you started, leaning closer to his face. You felt his hesitant breath graze across your lips as you placed your hands onto his hips, “I think you’re my petite mort.” His eyes went wide. “You asked me the night of your exhibition if I had anything that made me feel the way painting does for you,” you watched how his adam’s apple moved up and down in his throat, “well, I believe that thing is you.”

Within less than a second, he was grabbing your face, kissing your lips fervently and turning your bodies to push you towards the couch. Your calves hit the side, sending you backwards onto the cushions while he toppled over you. His tongue was nearly touching the back of your throat, hands exploring everywhere he could reach beneath your dress as you pulled him down against you as hard as you could possibly manage. You were entangled, messy, hips desperately meeting each other halfway as you both craved stimulation. You tugged at his blouse, undoing the buttons impatiently. The shirt slipped down his arms and onto the floor and a moment later he broke the kiss to help you remove your dress.

He leaned over, placing his teeth around your bra straps as he pulled them off your shoulders. He reached a hand under your back to unclasp it, him ripping it off of you hastily. He was salivating at the sight of your chest, nipples perked and ready for him. He started from your forehead and gradually made his way down your body, kissing you tenderly and full of passion. He landed on your nipples, taking them into his mouth and flicking his tongue around them like a starved man. You were mewling, pawing at his back as you gasped blissfully. 

“Shit,” you hissed, pushing your head back into the cushions as your nails pierced his spine, “your mouth is perfect.”

You felt him smile against you. He unbuttoned his pants and removed them without breaking contact with your chest. One of his hands came up to rest on your neck, him squeezing it gently. You groaned, body jerking upwards as your dripping core, having still been exposed from earlier, rubbed against his tip. He moaned, hand tightening around your throat in response. He removed his lips from your nipples to kiss your mouth.

He readied himself at your entrance, his cock dripping and begging for your warmth to wrap around it. “Do you want me to put on a condom?” He asked. He wanted you to be comfortable, but fuck, was he hoping you would say no. He wanted to feel all of you. Every. Fucking. Inch. 

You shook your head. He silently thanked the gods of love. “I want to feel everything,” you said, “fucking fill me up, give me all of you.”

With your permission, he slid himself into you, effortlessly bottoming you out because of how wet you were. He kept his hand firmly around your neck, his free one gripping your hip to help guide himself into you. Nicholas was losing it already, legs practically already turned to jelly as he felt you clench around his cock. He wasn’t going to allow himself to come so soon, though, locking in to his bedroom alter ego. 

His face grew dark, teeth gritting as he locked eyes with you. You felt your body shiver from his intense gaze, excited and anticipating him to ravage you.

“What do you want, baby, hm?” He cooed, slowly picking up his pace. “What does this perfect little pussy want?”

You found it hard to speak, eyes rolling back and becoming so fucked-out from the feeling of him inside of you that you have no idea how you managed to respond. “Ruin me.”

Nicholas didn’t need to be asked twice. His hips starting to thrust into you unrelenting, broken moans and rasps dripping from his lips as his tip hit your cervix. 

“Fuck!” he hissed, focusing on the way your walls enveloped his shaft. They were so warm, so perfectly made for him. “You’re going to make me obsessed with you.” He whimpered, his composure faltering just a bit. “God, you feel so fucking amazing around me.”

You were melting into the couch, body involuntary along moving with him as you felt your orgasm start to creep up. He was pounding into you so unforgiving, you knew for sure you’d have trouble walking tomorrow. “Shit, Ni– oh fuck– mph– FUCK!” You were screaming, arms clawing at his biceps as you felt your body begin to shake. “I’m fucking coming!”

Nicholas couldn’t help but whine with you as you came, the feeling of your juices dripping down his cock causing his mind to race. He was close himself, sustaining the same pace while you rode out your orgasm and began to come down. You were so sensitive, but fuck, you didn’t want him to stop.

“Oh my god,” he cried, his eyes rolling back as he felt himself about to burst, “I’m going to paint you with my fucking cum.”

With one final thrust, He released his seed into you, pulling out halfway through to decorate your gorgeous little tummy and face with some of it, too. You had no idea how he had so much semen, he must have been suppressed for a while. You giggled, licking your lips clean of the cum on your face, elated from him filling you up and adorning your skin with him.

“You’re so fucking freaky, Nico,” you teased, voice coming out much like a yawn as the ecstasy was still potent in your system. “First you fucked me with your paintbrush, then came all over me.”

He chuckled, collapsing gently onto your chest. He leaned his head up to look at you, chin resting on your sternum. “What can I say?” He stuck out his tongue playfully. “I’m an artist.”

[blueuijoo]

forgive me (18+)

jo x reader

happy new year!! posting this earlier vs another fic i was gonna release since people seemed to want it!! i love using my religious trauma to write smut lmfao

and suddenly, you looked like a sin, and he was willing to commit it.

tags: smut, priest!jo, female!reader, religious themes, pet names, public sex (i mean no one else is there but it is a public building), dirty talk, nipple play, oral, cum eating, coming inside, unprotected sex, this is kinda freaky djkskfkdkd

wc: 3.3k

disclaimer: all of my works are purely fiction and do not represent the members in any way

The scent of frankincense met your nose immediately, the dimly lit, faintly smokey chapel feeling overwhelmingly suffocating as you stepped into the cathedral. Candles aligned the stained-glass windows, and the pews were filled up with more people than you could count. 

You didn’t know why you were here in the first place. Perhaps your parents’– although they knew you didn’t care for religion anymore– constant nagging pushed you to a limit, and you showed up just to appease them. You didn’t even live with them anymore, you were an independent adult, so why you let their words get to you was a mystery. 

The continuous kneeling, standing, and reciting had you ready for a year-long nap by the time mass had ended. You lazily dragged yourself out of the cathedral behind your parents, the two of them walking up to greet someone they recognized. 

“Father Jo, it’s good to see you,” your mom smiled, bowing to him respectfully. “I assume you’ll be taking your father’s position very soon as Bishop.” He blushed slightly at her compliment. 

“I remember when you were this tiny, little thing,” your dad chuckled, giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder. “Look at you now, all handsome and grown.” He leaned over his ear to whisper something. “Perhaps my daughter would take a liking to you.”

Somehow you managed to hear that, your eyes flickering up from where they were focused on the sidewalk below you to send a glare in his direction. “What the fuck, dad?”

Both of your parents and Jo looked at you, mouths falling agape at your choice language. Jo didn’t actually care, unlike them, but he was just caught off guard by your abrasiveness.

“Y/n!” Your mom hushed, “we’re at church!”

You rolled your eyes, saying nothing further. For a moment, you allowed your gaze to land on Jo, lingering on him longer than you expected. He was handsome, just as your dad said. His eyes met yours and you choked on thin air. 

Suddenly, your heart was racing, cheeks slightly flushed, as he just observed you shyly. He sent you a small smile, eyes attempting to dart away to anywhere else but you so he wouldn’t end up staring for too long. You never really took notice of him before, despite essentially growing up together. You vaguely remember being in the same Catholic education classes as him when you were kids. 

Jo, on the other hand, had watched you ever since your family started attending the church. He always spotted you in the crowd during mass, sneaking long glances in your direction during liturgy. The way your pretty lips moved during recitation, naturally stained pink as if they were just begging to be kissed drove him wild. He’d scream at himself in his head to stop thinking about things like that, about you, especially during the service.

As the years passed by and you stopped showing up, he was the first to notice. In fact, seemingly the only one to do so. He felt an ache in his chest, one that was, quite frankly, extremely bothersome. When he explained it to his father, he just laughed and told him it was a silly, little crush and to focus on his seminary studies. 

Seeing you all these years later, body perfectly formed and looking so fucking delicious, nearly took him out. Sure, on the outside he seemed composed, but on the inside he was burning, a fire igniting in his stomach the minute he saw you. He never thought you would be standing in front of him like this again. 

“Can we go?” You asked your parents quietly, feeling impatient as they continued to chat with various attendees that passed by. “I really need to eat something.” 

They didn’t hear you, or at least pretended they didn’t, as they continued talking with the others. 

“Oh,” Jo perked up, still standing beside your family, digging into his pocket suddenly. He pulled out a small bag of pistachios. “Here,” he offered, “you can have these if you want.”

You blinked up at him a few times, feeling a bit startled by his abrupt response. Thankfully your parents were too immersed in conversation with their friends or else they’d never let you hear the end of it; they’d be convinced he was in love with you just from the simple, friendly gesture.

They’d be right, of course, but you didn’t know that. 

“Um,” you took the bag from his hand apprehensively, “sure, thank you.”

“No problem.” Jo smiled at you.

Even the way you chewed your food was pretty in his eyes. 

You must have stood outside of the cathedral for at least fifteen minutes debating whether or not to actually go inside, cool air brushing against your cheeks while your sneakers quietly paced along the pavement. What am I even doing here? You thought, sighing to yourself.

Something inside of you was pushing you to go to confession. Perhaps it was for nostalgia, or maybe you were just hoping to run into Jo. After you saw him the other week, you couldn’t get him out of your head. He seemed to constantly show up in your dreams, and they always ended up being spicy to the point where you’d wake up with your cunt throbbing and begging for release.

Maybe the idea of ruining him– the pure church boy, priest-in-training– turned you on more than you would like to admit.

But in reality, Jo was already ruined. He had never had sex with anyone, still being a virgin, but fuck, did he give it to himself more than he should. Sometimes it would be in his apartment, completely alone, other times somewhere in the church when no one else was around. He was filthy, dirty, but hid it well. 

Most of his thoughts were about you, and even more so now that you showed back up in his life again after such a long time.

It was late, 10 PM, but the church doors were always open. You exhaled, shoving your hands into your pockets before stepping into the building, eyes peering around the near pitch black chapel. Your footsteps were almost silent as you carefully moved further into the space. You noticed a figure kneeling at the altar a few feet ahead, murmurs dripping from their tongue that you couldn’t quite make out from where you were standing.

You stepped closer.

“Our Father who art in Heaven,” it was Jo, voice low and emotive, “hallowed be thy name. Thy king–”

You hissed, your knee bumping into one of the pews unexpectedly. Silently cursing at yourself, you turned to quickly see yourself out of the chapel to save yourself from further embarrassment.

“Y/n?” Jo’s voice stopped you before you even made it three steps towards the exit, “is that you?”

You froze, sighing as, unfortunately, he had caught a glimpse of your face right before you turned around to leave. You slowly spun around to face him again. Something about the way he glowed in the candlelight made your chest want to explode. “Y–Yeah,” you cleared your throat, “it’s me.”

He stepped off the platform, inching closer to you. “What are you doing here?”

You weren’t sure how to answer that, still not knowing yourself. “I, um– I’m not sure, honestly.” You told him the truth. “I just felt like coming here, I guess.”

Jo simply nodded, his body now standing directly in front of yours. You gulped, noticing the pull to look up at him, yet feeling too nervous to do so. He was looking at you though, eyes burning into the top of your head.

“Do you want to sit for a few minutes?” He offered, hand motioning towards the pews.

You nodded, the two of you taking a seat in one of them. It was so quiet you could nearly hear your pulse, the eerie static silence being the only thing completely audible besides your own breathing.

Jo was sitting dangerously close to you, your shoulders nearly pressed together as you both just sat in silence. You folded your hands in your lap, legs shaking.

“Is something bothering you?” He asked, taking notice of your restless movements, “are you anxious?”

Your heart was nearly leaping out of your throat. What was it about Jo that felt so captivating? Being around him turned the atmosphere precarious, and it certainly didn’t help that it seemed to be just the two of you, alone, in the church. 

“U–Um,” you stuttered, keeping your gaze forward, “yeah, I am a little...”

His body turned to face you more, hand coming down to rest on your thigh. Your body jerked from the sudden contact. Holy fuck, you thought, maybe he’s not as innocent as I thought.

“You can talk to me, you know,” you allowed your eyes to meet his and he smiled sweetly, “I won’t judge.”

“Isn’t that, like, your job?” You snorted.

He laughed with you, fully aware he walked into that one. “Well, yeah, I suppose,” he shrugged, “but I’m off duty right now.”

“I thought priests were always on the clock?” You joked, half-serious.

“Technically, yes, but….” The only thing he could do at this point was to just be completely honest with you, “I am not as much of a believer as you probably think I am.”

Your eyes widened with surprise. “So, are you not Catholic anymore, then?”

He scratched the back of his head nervously. “Um, well– I kind of– yeah, not so much.”

“But you were praying earlier?”

He nodded. “I still try to do what is required of me.”

“What’s the point if your heart’s not in it?”

That question seemed to stump him, and he sighed. “I think I just want my father’s approval.”

You were fully facing him now, not even realizing how close your faces actually were to each other’s.

“Do you want my advice?” You asked, quietly.

Jo’s heart was thrashing against his ribcage. He could make out the colour of your lips and the scent of your fading shampoo. “Sure.”

“Do whatever the fuck you want,” you smiled, “life’s too short to pour energy into something you don’t actually care about.”

He huffed out a short laugh, seemingly realizing something. “It feels as though I would have wasted so much of my youth if I gave it all up now. I’ve been training since I was thirteen.”

“Eight years is a long time,” you nodded, agreeing with his predicament. “But, Jo, you’re only twenty one. You still have so much time to enjoy being young.” His lips parted, a look of affection washing over his face. “Let yourself.”

Then, something switched in him– something far darker than what he chose to show to the world– the hidden parts of his soul threatening to unravel. “Y/n,” he said your name, voice raspy and commanding. You pressed your thighs together as the sweet sound rang through your ears. “Shit,” he swore, his hand moving just slightly further up your thigh. You inhaled sharply, lips quivering. He let out a small groan when he saw the look on your face. “Promise you won’t get mad if I tell you what I’m thinking right now.”

You began to match his energy, eyelids hooding slightly as you fell into a smirk; you knew exactly where this was headed, his desire glaring obvious through the way he was touching you and how his breaths became shorter and shorter with each second that passed. You felt it too, core pulsing with need. You placed your hand on top of his on your thigh and leaned your face closer to his. “I won’t,” you replied, eyes flickering to his lips. “How about you show me instead?”

He didn’t say anything further and kissed you, tongue hungrily entering your mouth as his hand slipped dangerously close to your sex. You lifted your hands to his cheeks, holding him steady as you explored each other's mouths. You then pulled on the crucifix that hung around his neck, forcing him closer. He moaned against your lips, fingers toying with the waistband of your jeans.

“What if someone walks in?” You asked, pulling away for a moment to breath. “What if someone sees–” 

“Angel,” he cooed. You nearly lost it. “We’re the only ones here.”

With that, he had you pushed down with your back against the cushion of the pew, hands running along the sides of your torso as his lips met yours again. You wrapped your arms around his neck and legs around his waist to pull him down against you. He thrusted his clothed cock against your center, desperately chasing for relief from the ache. 

He lifted the hem of your shirt with his teeth, gasping when your nipples came into view.

“Oh my god,” he groaned, “such a dirty girl f’me, not even wearing a bra?” His finger wrapped around one of your nipples with a pinch. “In the church?” You hissed at the stimulation. “You wanted this to happen, didn’t you?”

“J–Jo,” you choked, eyes fluttering shut as he continued playing with your tits, “fuck, yes I wanted this, I wanted you.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Jo’s mouth fell to your chest, tongue flicking and circling over your nubs as you cried and arched your back. He chuckled against you, hands strongly gripping your shoulders to keep you from moving too much. Your hands found his hair, pulling aggressively as he lightly bit your nipples. “Fuck!”

Jo detached himself from your breasts, licking one clean strip up your sternum to your neck before leaving a trail of hickeys around your throat and collarbone. He moved his hands under your back, folding you upwards to pull you onto his lap to straddle him. He pushed your hips down into his, throwing his head back blissfully as he could almost feel your arousal through the layers of clothing that separated your cores from each other.

A moment later, he stood up with you still wrapped around his hips and carried you over to the altar table. He sat you down on it before dropping his face to your cunt. Slowly and deliberately, he unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them and your panties down to your ankles and threw them somewhere onto the floor. He grabbed your hips and yanked your body closer to the edge, forcing your thighs apart to put your dripping cunt on full display for him. He leaned in, his necklace just barely grazed your clit and you hissed.

“Holy fuck,” he groaned, letting out a light chuckle at his unintentionally pun, “look at you all soaked for me, Jesus…” his eyes flickered up to your face, cock throbbing when he saw your needy eyes, then back down again. “I want to drink your cum for Eucharist.”

You gasped when his tongue met your folds, unable to hold back the volume of your moans as he licked and sucked on your clit with precision. You tried to keep yourself upright by leaning back onto your elbows, but failed instantly. Your spine hit the cool, marble of the altar, hands gripping at the sides until your knuckles turned white. You heard Jo moan below you as you began to come undone, your orgasm reaching its peak. His tongue darted into your hole to catch your sweet nectar. Your body jerked as you released into his mouth, your cum dripping down his chin as he swallowed all of you, removing his lips from you with one final slurp. He licked the rest of you off of his chin before standing up and leaning over to kiss you. You groaned at the taste of yourself on his tongue. 

He crawled onto the altar above you, moving you further towards the center of it as his hands pushed your thighs up towards your chest, then threw them over his shoulders. You whimpered as you watched him unbutton his pants, releasing his cock from his boxers as it slapped against his abdomen. His tip was red, angry, and dripping to be inside of you.

“This is crazy,” you breathed, feeling his precum smear against your clit, “you fucking me on the altar table.”

“Coming in your pretty little cunt is the sacrifice for my sins.”

The way Jo spoke to you, so dirty, raw, and sacreligious, drove you insane. A low moan erupted from your throat as he slid into you, so effortlessly and perfect. He whimpered, the feeling of your walls clenching around him nearly overwhelming for a virgin like him. 

“God, y/n,” he whined, pistoning into you faster than he meant to so soon, “this must be what heaven feels like.”

You dug your nails into his shoulders, thighs shaking as his hips sputtered against yours. His head dropped into your shoulder, sending your legs even further back and hitting your walls deeper. You screamed, his tip brushing against your sweet spot while you desperately tried to pull him down even more against your body. Drool coated your chin, eyes rolling back heavily as he pounded into you like it was his last day on earth. 

You felt him twitch inside of you, his peak rushing up on him quickly as well as your own. You slipped your hand between your sticky bodies, circling your clit violently as you began to come undone. 

“Make a mess for me, baby,” Jo grunted, thumbs digging into your hips so hard you were sure the bruises would last for weeks. “Fall apart all over my fucking cock.”

Jo never gave you the impression of being someone as filthy as he was, but you weren’t complaining. You knew for a fact you didn’t want this to be the last time fucking him like this, either.

“J– oh fuck, fuck!” You cried, hips thrusting up to meet his involuntarily as you released along his shaft, your cum dripping down the insides of your thighs and onto the altar table.

Jo was whimpering, the feeling of your cum all over his cock sending him over the edge, “Father forgive me, for I have sinned,” he choked, hips sputtering sloppily as he reached his orgasm, “and I’ll fucking do it again.”

You bit your lip, watching Jo’s face lift up to look down at you as he filled your pretty little cunt, white spurts coating every inch of your walls. His mouth fell agape and eyebrows furrowed as his body convulsed, head falling into the crook of your neck once more and burying itself into it further while he moaned your name repeatedly. 

You held him tightly, running your fingers up and down his spine while he came down, you having already relaxed shortly before him. He stayed there, heartbeats bumping against one another as the same eerie silence fell over the cathedral again.

You turned your head to the side to kiss his jaw. “Jo,” you called him gently. He let out a kitten-like sound that made you smile. “I hope you know I want to see more of you.”

His head shot up. “Are you serious?” You nodded as he broke out into a huge grin. “I really thought I was the only one who wanted more.” 

“No,” you shook your head reassuringly, “I want more of this, and your heart.”

He let out a sigh of relief, peppering kisses all over your face and causing you to giggle. For him to switch gears so quickly was a talent of its own. “Well,” he smirked, “I guess you’re my new religion.”

[subbyrua]

⌇ INNOCENT TYPE ━ 離さないよ

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀where - Jo has the habit of overthinking the simple things. After a conversation with Nicholas & Maki + a memory of an almost intimate moment, he's now left wondering if he is enough for you, is he your type?

⠀wc 2,600+ ⠀warnings sub! jo & dom! fem! reader, insecure jo, misunderstanding, inexperienced/virgin jo, crying, petnames (baby & love), making out, hair pulling, dry humping/grinding, teasing, oral m! receiving, overstimulation, unprotected sex, tiny bit of dom jo at the end. emotionally unintelligent nichomaki—⠀note haven't written smut in a long time but fuck it we ball.. debut fic hurray

One rule Jo swore he’d never break when it came to dating was to never listen to his friends. Although, Every now and again he ended up having dinner with Maki and Nicholas. Listening to every single questionable advice about women that came out of their mouths.

“How long should I wait before I ask her to come over?” Nicholas asks, cheeks puffed out as he’s talking and inhaling ramen at the same time.

Maki points his chopsticks at him. “Depends. Whats the relationship between you two?”

He shrugs. “Well I think she broke up with her boyfriend last week, Haven’t texted her since. Whoops.”

Maki lets out a laugh. “Dude, she’s probably over him and you by now.”

Jo never really joined in on their conversations about dating. Mainly because there was nothing for him to ask or complain about, You and him were good. Healthy. Completely in love. What did he need advice for?

“What about you, Jo?” Nicholas asks suddenly.

Jo blinks, chewing his rice a little faster as his brain snaps back to the table. “What? What about me?” he mumbles.

“How are you and your girlfriend getting along? You never bring her around so I’m curious.”

“We’re good,” Jo says quickly, blush crawling up his neck at the mention of you.

Maki clicks his teeth, leaning forward. “Always so secretive~ Come on, tell us something.”

Jo looked up to see them staring with curiosity and excitement. Have they always been this nosy? “What do you want to know? There isn’t much to say, really..”

Nicholas waves a hand. “Don’t be shy. Where did you guys meet? What is she into?”

“What is she like in bed?” Maki asks casually.

Nicho chokes. “You’re fucked y’know that Maki? That’s our friend’s girlfriend you’re talking about.”

Maki just shrugs, unfazed. “What? Don’t act like you aren’t curious too.”

They both turn back to Jo, expecting some form of squeakish timid answer but he’s gone quiet. In his mind, he’s not at dinner, He’s home. You’re tucked into his chest, breathing softly as you sleep against him. Your arm draped around his waist tightly, your head brushing his collarbone. The weight of you, the warmth of you- he’d never seen anyone look that peaceful. So beautiful.

“She’s cute.”

“Cute?” Maki repeats, one eyebrow raised.

Nicholas, who five seconds ago was cringing at the topic suddenly leans in. “Cute like she’s the innocent type or?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of sexy, freaky, quiet-”

Jo’s head jerks up, horrified. “You guys can even make sleeping freaky?”

Both Maki and Nicholas stare at him.

“Sleeping?” Maki echoes.

Jo frowns, confused. “What? That’s what you asked.”

“No,” Maki says, dragging out the word. “we meant more like-”

“We meant sex Jo,” Nicholas intervenes bluntly. “We were asking how she is in bed.”

“…Oh,” he says quietly.

Nicholas Laughs. “You actually thought we meant sleeping?”

Jo covers his face with his hands, completely embarrassed. “That’s the first thing that came to mind..”

Maki finally stops laughing long enough to breathe. “So what- Have you guys really never done it before?”

Jos silence makes Nicholas’s eyes widen. “Wait- seriously?”

He hesitates, fingers messing with the edge of his sleeve. “No. We haven’t.”

The table goes quiet for a second. Maki leans forward, elbows on the table. “Like, not even close?”

“No,” Jo says, cheeks warming again. “It’s not- it’s just never gotten that heated before. I think?”

Nicholas hums, tilting his head. “Okay, but what if you two do it in the future and aren’t compatible?”

Maki nods. “What if she tries it with you and realizes you’re not her type?”

“Wouldn’t it be better to figure out those things early on. Y’know have the big talk? See if it’ll work out?” He adds.

Jo swallows hard. He hadn’t thought about that. What if he disappoints you? What if he’s not enough? What if he’s too inexperienced, too timid? What if you expect someone confident, do you prefer confidence?

Jo grips his chopsticks tighter. “I don’t think she’d just leave me over something like that. She isn’t like that.”

“You never know”

Jo tried very hard not to think about anything said that day. Everything would happen naturally. He reassured himself with that many times.

But his train of thought decided to torture him.

He began to think about the ifs. Moments that could have led to more. Times that if he were to man up for once, would you two have done it? His mind would always circle back to one moment that happened a while ago.

It was late into the afternoon. Those awful days where your work schedules didn’t line up leaving him alone in your shared apartment. Jo waited on the couch watching television until you came back. It felt like an eternity for Jo, but soon enough you made it home.

The rustling of keys startled him out of his sleeping position. His face at ease when you came into view.

“Hey, how was work?”

You sighed, kicking off your shoes as you rummaged through your bag. “It was the worst. Sunoo ended up nabbing the lead position for the project I worked so hard to get.”

“That’s too bad my love, come here hm?”

Jo held his arms out insinuating a hug. That soft and caring expression he always had made you smile. You walked over, sitting on his lap and straddling him. Your head laid on Jos shoulder taking his cologne in. His arm wrapped around your waist tightly, moving his other hand to rub your back in slow and comforting circles. Abruptly, you lifted your face from his neck to look at him.

He looked back at you with curiosity, “What is it?” He asked, nervously smiling.

Your hands inched from his waist to his face, making him soften and melt into them, closing his eyes. Softly, you placed your lips on his, causing his eyes to fly open. It didn’t take long for him to reciprocate, following your pace. The kiss was soft- it always was. This wasn’t the first time you came home from work stressed and in need of kisses.

But this time, you did something you had never done before.. you stopped kissing him. His face was flushed, a soft groan slips out with the loss of your lips. You chuckled softly, letting a hand slide up to his hair, playing with it. Then an idea hit you. You gave it a gentle tug, watching his reaction. A choked out moan escaped him. It seemed to surprise him too with that look of shock.

“Did you like that Jo?” you whispered into his ear, lips trailing down his neck leaving marks. He didn’t respond, his throat caught in soft whines at the new sensation. Deciding to push him a little further, You rocked against him slowly, feeling him grow hard beneath you. He was so, so overwhelmed, and having you be the first to ever touch him like this? Just the thought alone made him want to cum.

Your hands slid under Jo’s shirt, nails scratching his chest with a tease making him shudder. A wet patch of precum had already seeped through his pants with all the grinding.

Before he could say or do anything, you stopped. You stopped kissing him, touching him, grinding on him. He looked up at you through his lidded eyes, panting. “What-“

“Thank you for the hug baby, you always know how to comfort me. Should we order take out?” You asked casually, fixing up your work shirt. He watched you as you did your daily routine when coming home, humming as if nothing happened. “Pick something out and i’ll call in after I shower, okay?”

And just like that the bathroom door closed, leaving Jo to stare at the spot where you’d been minutes ago.

Wondering how he was going to deal with the new found problem in his pants.

“Jo, look at this!” you chuckled, angling your phone so he could see. It was a routine you both had before bed, scrolling on your phones side by side giggling at whatever you found.

Jo laughed with you, his attention drifting from the screen to your face. For the past couple of weeks, he had been fighting with himself, debating whether to bring up your sex life. But he was genuinely curious. What were you into? Was he your type? Do you have things you want to try? The list of questions he wanted to ask felt endless.

“Jojo, what is it? You’re freaking me out,” you asked, slightly laughing at his habit to space out.

“Oh.. nothing,” he blurted. “You’re beautiful, that’s all.”

You hummed, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “Thank you baby, but- is there something you want say? Something’s been on your mind for a while, I can tell, you’ve been more antsy then usual.”

“Was I obvious?”

“The day I can’t read you is the day the world ends Asakura Jo.”

Jo sat up, scratching at his neck nervously- a habit he never seemed to shake. You followed, sitting up with him, suddenly invested in whatever had been weighing on him lately.

“Well I just wanted to- I’ve been curious about you,” he stammered.

You raised a brow. “Alright. In what way?”

“ˢᵉˣ”

“Huh?” you asked, blinking.

“Your past sex life. I want to know what you’re into..” Jo muttered. He looked like he could throw up from how anxious he was.

Your eyes widened at the sudden outburst. So that’s what he’d been thinking about? Cute.

You giggled, Jo looked at you confused about what was so funny. “Ask me anything you want,” you assured him. “I’ll tell you the truth.”

He bit his lower lip, but with your small nod of encouragement, he finally continued.

“How many guys have you been with?”

“Two.”

“Do you have a type?”

“Uhm.. No. I don’t think so.”

“Any kinks?”

“Too many to name.”

Jo fiddled with his hands, uncertainty in his eyes. His voice dropped softer than before. “Am I attractive to you?”

You blinked. “Why would you even ask me that?”

He swallowed hard. “You haven’t made a move on me since that day on the couch. And I just thought maybe you weren’t interested in me anymore. Maybe I’m not what you’re looking for or something like that.”

Maki and Nicholas had a way of getting into ones head.

You placed a hand on his chest, pushing him roughly on his back. He fell back with wide eyes, surprised, and before he could get another word out, you swung a leg over him and settled on top of his waist.

You looked down at him, hands braced on either side of his body. Your voice was steady, slow, deliberate. “Jo,” you said, leaning in so your lips brushed his jaw, “the only reason I stopped that day was because I came onto you so strong. I wanted our first time to be romantic not horny.”

His fingers curled around your thighs, stunned into silence. You smirked softly, leaning up just enough to brush your fingers along his ear which were painfully red, burning from its tips.

“You asked me if I have a type,” you said, hands sliding down to his jaw, tilting his chin up so he had no choice but to look at you. “Maybe I do,” you continued, eyes locked on his. “You. Innocent looking men like you.” His eyes were glossed as he stared up at you, still trapped beneath your thighs and your hold on his chin.

“Innocent looking men like you,” you repeated, letting your thumb drag slowly across his lower lip. “Guess I was wrong, seeing that you’ve been fantasizing about what I did with you that day.”

Jo swallowed hard, cheeks flushing even deeper. “Don’t say that.. It’s not like that.” he whined, barely audible.

You let out a soft laugh, leaning down until your noses almost touched. “Oh? Am I wrong Jo?” you teased, “Are you telling the truth?”

His brows knit. “I am.”

You shifted your hips just slightly above his buldge. Enough to make his breath stutter again. “Because this,” you whispered, tapping his cheek gently with your fingers, “isn’t the look or sound of an innocent man.”

“This,” you added, tracing the outline of his chest, “is the face of someone who’s been thinking about me way too much.”

Jo froze. “I- I haven’t- I mean, I didn’t-”

“You’ve been thinking about what you want to do to me and what you want me to do to you. Haven’t you?”

His needy squirms, eyes full of want. You couldn’t hold back anymore. You pulled yourself back against Jo, creating enough room to slide his pants down. His boxers were already stained, when he tried to cover the spot, you slapped his hand away. “Don’t touch.”

You wrapped your hand around Jo’s buldge, reveling in the noises he made just for you. You could see from the print that he was huge, it was no surprise though, you felt it that day.

“Please stop teasing me,” he begged, pushing your hand away just long enough to slide his boxers down, revealing his flushed pink tip.

You laughed with disbelief. Of all times for him to finally get over his fear of taking initiative, he chose now. Should you reward him? “Don’t worry baby. I guess I’ll give you what you want.”

Jo gasped loudly at the feeling of your mouth around him. He couldn’t help arching his back off the bed, his hand sliding into your hair. You didn’t necessarily like men who pulled your hair, but you could tell he wasn’t doing it for control- he just had no idea what to do with his hands. You hummed around him, sending vibrations against his dick. It was too much.

His moans, loud before, quickly became stuttered and quiet. When you pulled him out of your mouth and pumped him lightly, he looked at you for the first time and before he even realized it, he came. His cum dripped from your chin onto his cock. The lewd scene didn’t stop the embarrassment burning across his face from cumming so soon.

“I’m so sorry, I couldn’t even- I didn’t realize.”

You coo, wiping your chin as you leaned in to kiss him. He parted his lips instantly, letting you take control. Again and again, he fell right into your mercy.

“Don’t apologize,” you murmured. “You’ll have more chances to cum anyway.”

“What do you mean? Wait-”

You slipped off your panties, guiding him with your hand as you aligned yourself over him, sinking down slowly.

“Wait- I’m still- I just came!” Jo hissed. It hurt, but it felt so good.

“I’m sorry, Jo,” you whispered, voice full with want, “but it’s my turn to be needy.”

Jo couldn’t even think anymore, his vision blurring with tears. All he could hear were your moans, was he really making you feel good? He wanted to see. He wanted to know what kind of face you were making because of him. Ignoring the ache from how hard you were riding him, he pushed himself up on his elbows, lifting himself until he was face-to-face with you. His vision steadied and then he saw you. Your brows were drawn together in focus, your mouth parted with pleasure, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes.

With newfound courage, Jo grabbed your ass, forcing you to take more of him. You gasped in pleasure, startled by his sudden boldness. He rutted his hips up to meet yours, desperate and unrestrained. He was getting close- so were you, your walls clenching tightly around him.

“I- I’m gonna cum soon,” Jo groaned, thrusting faster into you.

“Cum inside,” you moaned.

Jo’s eyes widened, searching your face. “Are you sure?”

You shut him up with a kiss, the two of you moaning into each other’s mouths as your bodies snapped together. You both fell apart at the same time, collapsing onto the bed side by side.

You were worn out, eyes closed, breathing hard. Jo was just as breathless, but he stared at you in worry. “Was I okay?”

Smiling, you hummed. “Of course Jo. That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

[camstqr]

we all know jo loves chocolate, right? what if toxic!reader has been a little fed up with jo’s usual calm and innocent demeanour and so she gives him chocolate aphrodisiacs without him knowing just so he’d be more rough and touchy with her

Words. 1.9k | warnings. Unprotected sex, overstimulation, dubcon (read ask), Tabs chocolate mention, creampies, brief face+clit slapping, name calling (whore/slut), not proofread/edited | a/n. Uhh not sure if I put enough toxic!reader in here ?? Not really toxic besides giving him nonconsensual sex chocolates. Sowwy |

Jo couldn’t figure out why he was feeling like this.

Why was he suddenly so needy? Why is he sweating? Why is he so hard?

He really couldn’t understand, where did this sudden need to be in you come from? You both ate the same thing today, same snacks, same meal, and he’s only drank water today. Was it the chocolate you gave him? No, cause you would’ve been the same way. But it was the last thing he ate. But you’re so unaffected, lying beside him in bed reading a book with your back towards him. He just couldn’t understand.

But you did. You completely understood why. The chocolate you gave him wasn’t just any chocolate, it was a tabs chocolate. You didn’t expect it to work, mainly thinking it was taboo from the stories you’ve heard online as you fed him a triangle of it, saving the other half. While you cut a regular chocolate bar the same shape to make him not think anything of it. But as you feel him squirm around in the bed, tossing and turning, you realize this was not taboo. And god were you excited. A part of you felt bad, but you only did this because he just simply couldn’t get the hint that you were tired of slow and ‘vanilla’ sex. When you did talk to him, he just couldn’t do it, it just wasn’t the type of person he was.

“Y-y/n,” Jo whimpers out softly, wrapping his arms around your waist as he buries his face into your neck. The fully hard bulge in his pants pressing against your ass, slowly but harshly grinding into you. “Are you a-almost done?”

You couldn’t help as excitement ran down your body, a smile growing on your lips as you pressed back against him slightly, “Why? Do you need something baby?”

It’s silent. All he could do is whine as bury his face further into your neck, lips attacking your skin as he licks, sucks, and bites. His hips start thrusting into your ass, not caring if he seemed like a dog in heat; he just needed to come. Badly.

You can’t help the moans that fall out of your lips as he moans loudly near your ear, his hands gripping you tightly as he pulls you back onto his clothed cock, grinding against you with need and want.

“J-jo,” you stutter out, hips twitching back into him. A loud, deep moan falls from his mouth. His hips stilling and twitching as he cums in his pants, still hard as ever.

You gasp, feeling the sticky fluid seep through his pants and your shorts.

He grabs the book out of your hand, tossing it onto the floor before sitting up and forcing you onto your back. He settles himself between your legs.

“I’m sorry.” He mutters, no true emotions behind his words. Jo’s hands are clumsy taking off his shirt sweatpants and underwear. He’s quick to do the same to you, leaving you both completely nude in the blink of an eye.

“I need you, now.”

You couldn’t even process anything he said before he hovered over you, lips crashing into yours desperately. His hips rutted his erection on your pussy, his tip poking your clit with each messy thrust of his. He’s moaning like an animal; your skin, lips, everything of yours was too much for him.

Finally, he breaks from the kiss. Only to wrap his lips around one of your nipples while his hand goes in between your bodies, guiding his tip to your entrance as your hand comes up to his hair. You moan loudly as he enters you, a similar moan coming from him only this time it’s muffled by the tit in his mouth. A string of saliva connects you both as he comes up. His hips continue thrusting into you roughly, not giving you any time to adjust.

“Holy fuck Jo,” You cry out, your hands going to his back to dig your nails into him out of pleasure and pain. “Fuck oh my god!”

A hiss falls out of his mouth at the pain, his hips stuttering slightly before continuing at a sloppy pace. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, the pain of the stretch of him being too much. Jo sits up on his knees, thrusting into you even harder with one hand gripping your hip while his other hand comes to tap on your cheek. Your eyes open, as he slides two fingers into your mouth. You immediately start sucking on them, your tongue swirling around each of them while you moan around them.

“Oh f-fuck,” Jo groans out at the sight of your hooded eyes and lips wrapped around his fingers. Saliva spills from the ends of your mouth as you messily tongue at them. “You look so fucking hot like this.”

He takes his fingers out of your mouth, watching the way your mouth drops open, releasing the loudest and most pornographic moans he’s ever heard as his hand comes down to rub quick circles on your clit. Your hands grip the sheets next to you as your back arches up into the air. His hips pistol into you as you try to squirm away from him, the pleasure becoming too much for you.

“Stay still,” Jo growls out, slapping the side of your thigh before pulling your bottom half flush against his. His arm pins your waist down against the mattress.

Your pussy flutters around him tightly as you feel the knot in your stomach begin to tighten, Jo’s moans coming out even more broken as his hips begin to twitch.

“Fuck I’m so sorry y/n,” He moans, his hand quickly grips your thigh, tossing your leg over his shoulder before leaning down. You let out a yelp at the sudden movement before it’s quickly replaced with a moan. The new angle allowed him to hit deeper in you, loud moans falling from your mouth as groans and whines fell from his. “I’m gonna cum, please tell me you’re close y/n.”

“Y-yes! I’m so close Jo,” You cry out as your back arches off of the sheets. “Please don’t stop.”

He leans down, smashing his lips onto yours as he sloppily kisses you. Panting against your lips, he forces his tongue into your mouth, roaming every spot he can touch as he whispers out dirty words mindlessly. It all became too much for you; the messy kisses, the feeling of him pistoning in and out of you, his rough fingers on your clit, and the stretch from maneuvering you however he wants.

You moan loudly against his mouth, a scream of his name practically coming out as you clench around him tightly. The delicious squeeze and feeling of your cunt righting around him becomes too much for him as well; his hips thrusting into you once more harshly as he stills and cums inside. A groan of your name falls from his mouth as his other hand that’s holding your leg up squeezes around your leg tightly, digging his dull nails into your skin.

He doesn’t give you enough time to come down from your high before he pulls out and flips you over. Grabbing your hips and positioning them high in the air, one staying at your hip while the other travels further and pushes the side of your face into the pillow roughly. Jo enters you again, a sob falling out of your mouth as you try to move away only to receive a slap on your ass.

“Now you don’t want it?” He chuckles, his voice raspier than ever. “You were practically begging for it earlier. Prancing around in those skimpy shorts and no bra on.”

You clench around him as you whine at his words, desperately pushing your hips back onto him before pulling away. Your own body conflicted on wanting more and wanting to get away due to overstimulation. You’re drooling all over the sheets and your eyes are shut tightly, your hand reaching behind you and wrapping your fingers around the wrist holding your hip; digging your nails into him as he continues thrusting into you. Your other hand grips the pillow tightly, hips rocking back and forth weakly against him as you continue to cry out.

“Fuck,” He drags out, enjoying the feeling of your throbbing cunt sucking him in and pushing him out, chasing after him each time he pulls only to thrust back in. “Starting to think you did all of this on, ah, p-purpose.”

You nod your head dumbly against the sheets, your noises getting louder and more broken. His hand sneaks down to the front of your throat, wrapping his hand around it before harshly pulling you up. Your back flush against his front, resting your head on his shoulder before he nudges it to the side. His mouth biting and sucking harshly, making sure to leave marks as he grinds and growls against your skin. You’re lightheaded as he tightens his grip around your neck, and your pussy clenches around him tightly making him curse loudly.

“Of course, you like this you dirty slut?” He whispers out, his voice is raspy probably due to all the noises he’s letting out as he tightens his grip. “Bet you’ve been waiting for this, haven't you? Waiting for the day I snap and fuck you like the slut you are?”

“Yes, oh my god-“ A moan cutting off your own words as your hand goes into his hair, pushing his face further into your neck into your neck as you tangle your fingers in it. “Waited so long Jo!”

His other hand comes down to your swollen clit again, his hand rubbing it side to side quickly as your body twitches against him.

“Holy shit y/n,” He exhales near your ear, his breath tickling you as you squirm against him. “Love the feeling of you wrapped around me. Gonna cum in your dirty little pussy.”

“Please- fill me up,” You whine, his grinding against his cock and fingers, the tight feeling in your stomach returning as quickly as it left while he continues his movements. “Wanna be full of you and only you.”

Your mouth drops open, a broken cry forcing its way out as tears begin to run down your face, your clit throbbing in pain as you cum around him again. Jo follows behind you, thrusting up into you as he fills you up with his cum again. The warm feeling makes its way all over your body, like drinking a hot drink on a cold day; forcing a sigh to release from your lips as you relax against him. You feel a mixture of his and your cum falling out of you and down your legs.

Jo releases his hand around your throat, slapping your clit twice, your whole body twitching as he pulls out. Your vision is blurry and delayed as you watch him lay back on the bed, the base of his cock wrapped in a white ring with a mixture of cum. His cock is still hard as ever and leaking as he pulls you towards him, your face hovering over his as he forces you to sink down on him again.

Now you finally realize, you did underestimate and doubt those damn chocolates. Regret fills your body as he opens his mouth again to speak.

Hand coming up to give you two soft slaps on your cheek, “Better get ready, because you’re gonna ride me and then I’m gonna eat you out.”

[seventeensbabye]

⟡ ݁₊ . ˎˊ˗ BEACH DAY

𓂃　۪ ׄ requested? yes!

₊ ୧ genre: smut! 𓈒 ׄ pairing: yuma x fem!reader 𓏸⠀ 𓈒 warnings/tags: car sex, possessiveness, jealousy, cursing, crying (during sex), dirty talk, teasing, unprotected sex, fingering (i need his hands bad), dom!yuma, possessive/jealous!yuma, bratty!reader, cnc, choking, creampie.𓏸⠀ 𓈒word count: 1683

𓈒 ׄ summary: you just wanted to get out the house, but something fueled your fire. yumas possessiveness. the way he gets upset turns you on, bad. and just when he thought your tiny bikini top was all, he was highly mistaken. harua and nicho made it easy for you to piss him off once again. ₊ ୧ m.list! 𓂃　۪ ׄ a/n: imagining yuma pissed at me already does something to me bro. i literally cant. 😔

yuma has always the jealous type. there was no reason for him to hide it, you genuinely liked how worked up he’d get over the slightest things. just like today. you, him, and a few of his members chose to hang out on the hottest day of all days. 

it's just an excuse to go and hang out somewhere less closed off. everyone planned to go to the beach and you already had him irritated. the second he saw you step out in those shorts and that stupid ass bikini top he was pissed. jaw clenched, arms crossed like you just killed someone.

y: “fuck no, please take it off.”

you: “b-”

he took a deep breath, cutting you off before you could even get a word out. hand sliding down his face.

y: “other men are gonna be there babe.”

you: “yuma, its literally the beach, calm down.”

he scoffed, eyes trailing over your body. he’s really trying to keep it together but that fucking top is testing evey inch of his self-control.

y: “calm down? i would’ve been calm if the bikini covered more than just your nipple.”

you: “what do you expect me to wear then? sweats and a hoodie.”

y: “that would be nice but you could at lease cover your fucking boobs.”

you roll your eyes, but you couldn’t even speak before he tossed one of his tees he grabbed from the chair. you don't even reach out to grab it, you just let it hit your chest then fall to the floor. you stare at him. he glares right back at you, not moving an inch.

y: “put it on or we’ll stay home.”

even though you felt bold, you bent over and picked it up. letting out a small sigh before tugging it over your head. he would much rather prefer to keep you home. but instead he opens the door for you with a hand on your hip, voice low in your ear.

y: “if anyone stares too long we’ll have a problem, pretty girl.”

the drive to the beach wasn't long. you were already sweating. thighs stuck together because of the heat. the boys were already there and set up, a couple of towels, and a few snacks. only harua, nicho, juju, and kei were there so yuma felt a little less stressed. 

being outside was nice. the ocean breeze, the sunset glow, everyone doing their own thing. kei was laid out in the sand somewhere with his girl curled into his side, all soft kisses and shared headphones. juju had disappeared with yuma earlier, giggling about something and dragging him toward the shoreline. you didn’t think much of it. just sat between nicho and harua, the three of you scrolling, laughing, teasing each other like it was just another beach day.

you were doubled over laughing at a dumbass video harua showed you, head resting on his shoulder while your fingers brushed against nicho’s thigh. harmless? nah, you knew it wasn’t. you did it with intent, intent to piss yuma off. you didn’t realize how nicho had stopped laughing. how his eyes had stayed on your face a little too long. how harua’s smirk twitched when you playfully leaned into him.

yuma noticed. quick.

he saw everything the moment he returned. saw your pretty smile aimed at someone else. your thighs tucked under you, pressed too close between two other guys. saw nicho looking at you like he wanted to kiss you. saw your hand on harua’s arm like you didn’t belong to someone already.

and then?

nothing. no words. just silence and a blur of movement. you gasped as his fingers wrapped around your wrist. not gently either. he yanked you up from the sand so fast your phone tumbled into the blanket. he didn’t even look at the others. didn’t say a single word.

he just started walking, dragging you behind him. his grip was tight. too tight. jaw clenched. steps sharp. your heart thundered.

you: “yuma-?”

still nothing.

he walked you all the way to the car in silence, shoved the door open, and gestured for you to get in. when you didn’t move fast enough, he leaned in close. too close. his breath, hot against your cheek.

y: “get in the car.”

you’d never heard him voice sound this way. voice low. quiet. dangerous. you slipped into the seat, pulse racing, thighs pressed together, suddenly very aware of what you’d done. yuma slammed the door shut behind you and walked around to the driver's side. when he got in, he didn’t start the engine. just sat there. staring at you.

until he finally spoke, voice cold as ice:

y: “you wanna tell me why you were all over them?”

you: “w-wha-”

y: “you wanna act stupid now?”

you look away, heart pounding the second he leaned in closer.

y: “you were all touchy, smiley. holding onto harua like you’re with him or something.”

you: “yuma, i wasn-”

y: “dont fucking lie to me. if i didnt come back, harua would’ve had your ass in his lap. nicho was damn near ready to kiss you. and you? you just sat there eating it up.”

you flinch at his tone. he was sharp, possessive. you stay silent, lips parted like you had something to say. but, you didnt. you liked this. you liked the way he talked to you. the way he watched from afar, the way you knew you’d piss him off. you just didn't think it would get this far.

you: “they’re our friends.”

y: “that wasn’t friendship. you wanted a reaction.”

you: “maybe if you didn't walk off with-”

y: “i don't wanna hear that shit. you knew what you were doing.”

he’s right. but you won’t give him the satisfaction. his voice cracks sharp like a slap, eyes blazing. you shift in your seat, thighs squeezing, heat rushing between your legs. he doesn’t even speak. he just opens the door, walks around, yanks your door open, and pulls you out by the wrist again.

you: “yuma- what are you-”

y: “get in the backseat.”

you: “are you ser-”

y: “now.”

your breath stutters. you climb in. he slams the door shut behind him. your heart was pounding like a warning siren. the air in the car is thick. too hot, too tense, like the argument is still echoing off the windows. you sit on your knees, turning around just in time for him to slam the door and lunge across the seat toward you.

you: “yuma-”

he kisses you hard. more teeth than lips. all spite and jealousy, hand already shoved under your top to grope your tits with no patience. he’s breathing like he just ran a mile, every part of him buzzing with restraint.

y: “you wanted this, right? wanted me pissed off? wanted to make me jealous?”

you: “i-i wasn’t trying-”

he drags your shorts down so fast you yelp, underwear tearing halfway off when he pushes them aside instead of bothering to pull them down.

y: “shut up. i don’t wanna hear you lie.”

his fingers find your slit, already soaked. you moan into his shoulder, thighs twitching when two fingers slide in without warning. he curls them slow and deep, smirking when you gasp.

you: “yuma- please-”

y: “nah. say it.”

he scissors his fingers inside you, thumb pressing hard on your clit.

y: “you were doing that shit, on purpose.”

you try to hold it in, head dropping forward, but he grabs your face with his free hand, thumb digging into your cheek.

y: “say it.”

you: “i-i was just-”

y: “say. it.”

he pulls his fingers out and slaps your pussy. your whole body jolts.

you: “i wanted to piss you off.”

he freezes.

you: “i wanted to see how mad you’d get. wanted you to- fuck- want me like this.”

his lips twitch. not a smile. something darker.

y: “you’re a real piece of work.”

he grabs your hips, flips you onto your stomach, pushes your face into the seat cushion. the next thing you feel is his belt unbuckling behind you. fast. messy. the slide of denim and heat against your bare ass making your mouth go dry.

he doesn’t prep. doesn’t ask. just spits in his hand, strokes himself once, and sinks into you in one brutal thrust. you scream into the seat.

y: “this what you wanted, right?”

he fucks into you like he’s trying to silence every bratty word you’ve ever said.

y: “you wanted me to lose my shit? drag you out of there like you’re my fucking property?”

he pulls out and slams back in. the car shakes with every thrust. your fingers claw the leather seat. you're babbling. moaning, gasping, eyes rolled back.

you: “yuma- f-fuck, its’too much-”

y: “no it’s not.”

he grabs your throat, lifts you up slightly so he can fuck into you at a deeper angle.

y: “you can take it. little tease like you can take it.”

you’re crying by the time he brings his hand back to your clit, rubbing it hard and fast as his cock pounds you open from behind. your legs are trembling. your mouth won’t stop spilling apologies and curses.

you: “i’m sorry- i’m sorry- i just wan-”

y: “you got what you wanted.”

your orgasm crashes into you like a wave. it rips through your spine and leaves you shaking, thighs twitching uncontrollably, drool smearing the seat cushion. yuma doesn’t stop. not until you go limp, not until he spills deep inside you with a grunt and stays there, breath ragged, arms caging you in.

silence.

you’re still panting when he leans forward, presses a kiss to your shoulder.

y: “next time you wanna make me jealous,”

he bites your neck, slow.

y: “just fucking ask.”

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[foamingcleanser]

whiplash

★ Nicholas x afab!reader

★ content: oral (f receiving), unprotected sex

just something sweet, for fun! (title from whiplash by 2hollis for... reasons) enjoy!

★ word count: 1.1k

you wish you were more coherent. if you were, you would commit this visual to memory; Nicholas between your thighs, pretty blonde hair like a halo in the warm lamplight of your bedroom. but it’s hard to be anything close to lucid when he keeps working his tongue against your clit like that. 

he’s been at it for a while now; two fingers and his mouth coaxing you up to a near high that he rips away just as quick as he gets you there.

“oh my- fuck,” you whine when he pulls away again for the third time. your voice sounds strange to your own ears, desperate and breathy, but you don’t have the presence of mind to be embarrassed by it. you just know you feel like you might die if you don’t come and it’s all his fault.

“easy,” Nicholas chuckles against your inner thigh when your knee nearly hits his ear in your writhing. “you’re gonna knock me out like that.” 

he has to brace his forearm over your hips to still you before lowering his head again to suckle at your swollen clit and lap up between your slick folds. combined with his fingers, he keeps you teetering on the edge just for his benefit; he wants to hear you beg. if there’s anything Nicholas loves, it’s hearing you beg. and he knows just how to get you there.

“baby- Nico, please please please,” you gasp when he gives a particularly harsh suck, bucking your hips and reaching down to hold his head in an attempt to keep him where you need it most. 

He hums, the sound muffled by his position but when he pulls back to look at you, the expectation is obvious. he stills his fingers inside you and tilts his head. 

“please, what?” 

your brain takes a few beats to catch up but Nicholas’ gaze is like a direct spotlight commanding you to attention. 

it feels like there’s something fizzy inside you, bubbling up. adoration. fondness. love. another person shouldn’t have this much control over you, should they? 

you need a deep breath before you can answer. Nicholas watches you, patiently, his cheek against your inner thigh.

“please, fuck me…”

you may as well have just promised him the world. or at least, he smiles like you have; full and sweet. 

“okay baby,” he presses one last kiss to your knee before standing and shrugging off his button up while his hands are busy undoing his belt “since you asked so nice.”

your stomach does a flip, half butterflies and half anticipation that makes your insides ache.

it can’t be more than a handful of seconds before Nicholas climbs back onto the bed, but you’re grabbing at him like your life depends on it as soon as he’s close enough, guiding his face to yours for a kiss. 

“i'm right here.” he murmurs against your mouth while he spreads your thighs and settles between them, punctuating his words with a deeper kiss, his tongue gliding over your bottom lip before he pulls back.

you don’t look down but you can feel the contact his tip makes with your folds, both of you gasping as he presses against your entrance and slides right in. there’s only the slightest stretch after he warmed you up so well with his tongue and fingers, but it’s a pain you’ve come to crave. 

being filled by Nicholas feels like becoming whole.

“so good” Nicholas sighs, snapping you out of your reverie and back into the moment when he starts moving his hips in slow thrusts.

he’s braced above you, chains dangling between your bodies, pendants faintly grazing your chin when he pulls back just enough to look down at your face. 

his brows are drawn together, eyes searching your expression for any hint of discomfort but you moan and cling onto his back, conveying your pleasure with the way your walls squeeze down around him every time he bottoms out.

if it were up to you, you’d lock him in forever. you tell him so with your fingertips digging into his back, “yea- so good- want you, want you like this forever. don’t stop, mmh, please.” 

Nicholas groans against your temple, panting as his pace becomes more urgent. you know he loves to hear how good he makes you feel, how much you want him. 

in return, you get one of his hands under your knee, hiking your thigh higher and spreading you open for a deeper fuck. it makes your breath hitch when he hits that spot inside you, all his previous teasing leading up to this; sweet pressure spreading into the beginnings of an orgasm. you shut your eyes to the feeling, his thrusts driving in harder and making obscene noises where skin meets skin. 

“gonna come for me?” he asks and you nod dumbly before you even register his question but once you do, it’s with more conviction. like you would say yes to anything in this moment.

“look at me when you do.”

your vision is bleary when you open your eyes but it only makes Nicholas look that much more beautiful above you, cast in a warm glow and pleasure painted on his face. 

that’s all it takes; as if by his command, your orgasm unravels. it’s sudden and overwhelming and you know you’d thrash if his weight wasn’t holding you down, pinning your hips with own. you make a noise somewhere between a whimper and a gasp and your thighs tremble through it.

“that’s it, there you go…” Nicholas sighs, voice at once strained and tender. he keeps still for your benefit, just little grinds of his base against your clit that have you jolting under him.

and this is the part you like the best after coming; when your mind finally clears and the pleasure has simmered, you watch him fall apart for you in return.

it doesn’t take much longer, his restraint worn thin until all he needs is a few tight strokes before coming inside you with a whine. he’s so pretty and it feels so good, you can’t help the giggle that slips out. thankfully, he knows you well enough to let it slide despite your current position. 

Nicholas sinks into your embrace, humming against your ear with the effort it takes to not crush you.

“what’s so funny?” he grumbles, braced on his forearms and nuzzling at your shoulder.

“not funny” you sigh, and trace a finger down his spine. “just happy, that’s all.”

[lunegenic]

needy.

in which euijoo has a rough day and wants his girlfriend's help letting off some steam. or - the one where euijoo gets a little rough with you in the kitchen. wc: 3k | notes: smut (don't like it? don't read it), some swearing, lots of manhandling with a little bit of hair pulling and ass slapping, euijoo is pushy but it's still consensual, established relationship, minors do not interact!

It had been a really long day for Euijoo.

Practice ran late, and the boys were insufferable. Tensions were high with the upcoming tour, which only reminded Euijoo that he would be without you for a few months. Personalities were clashing under the stress and Euijoo was expected, of course, to keep the peace and mediate all disagreements.

At a certain point, he gave up. Exhaustion crept in and that cranked up his frustration. For a moment, Euijoo felt the pressure on his shoulders, getting heavier and heavier until he would be crushed into the floor. He grew quiet and pensive, and the whole mood shifted.

A few members apologized for giving him a hard time, and in typical Euijoo fashion, he forgave them and told them no harm done, but deep down, Euijoo buried his irritation and annoyance, hiding it from his face. He shifted his weight and cracked his neck, overstimulated and weary, and downright grouchy.

All of that was easier to carry when Euijoo laid eyes on you.

You were in the kitchen, stirring something on the stove that smelled divine, but that's not what had your boyfriend's attention. He raked his eyes up and down your body, realizing you were wearing his plain black tee and nothing else.

This girl, Euijoo thought to himself, biting his lip and getting all riled up even worse than before. For a few seconds, he just stared, drinking you in. He thought about dropping to his knees behind you and burying his face in your pussy. Then, he thought about tossing you onto the counter, popping your legs around his waist, and drilling you with his cock while your moans filled the apartment.

Meanwhile, you were blissfully unaware your boyfriend was speedrunning every possible angle by which to hit it. You finally caught sight of him and gave him your biggest smile. "Hi, baby! Made it home okay?" you asked sweetly.

Euijoo rolled the bag off his shoulder and let it fall to the floor, kicking off his shoes as he replied, "Yeah. What are you cooking?"

"Those scallion oil noodles you like so much. Ready for a plate?"

Euijoo was already closing the distance between you, something hot and dangerous in his eyes that you hadn't clocked yet. With a quick shake of his head, he growled under his breath, "I apologize in advance for how I'm about to act."

Your eyes flickered in surprise and you were about to ask him what he meant, but Euijoo was on you in the time it took you to blink, crowding your back, coiling his arms around you like a snare, and pressing you against the counter.

"Euijoo," you exclaimed, but then you felt it - his hard cock against your ass, and all the air whooshed out of your lungs.

Euijoo roamed his hands over your body eagerly, palming your bare thighs, teasing up your stomach, and kneading your breasts. His touches made you arch into him and Euijoo buried his face in your neck, nibbling and kissing beneath your ear.

"Babe, I... I'm so tired," you told him half-heartedly, eyes fluttering closed as he kissed the spot on your neck that made you weak. Despite your words, you pressed your thighs together, a strong tug in your core made heat rush into your cheeks. Your body couldn't help but react and betray you when Euijoo had his hands on you like this.

Euijoo shushed you. "I'll be quick. I just need you so fucking bad right now," he said breathlessly, slipping a hand under your shirt to grab your breast and thumb your nipple. His free hand slid down to your thin panties and cupped your sex, groaning in his throat at your warmth.

You mumbled his name again, almost pleading, and rocked in his arms a little. Still trying to clamp your thighs together, it had no effect on his big hand on your folds, but you wanted to soothe the ache festering there. It was insane how quickly your body responded to him. Every nerve was alive. Your pussy was already kneading on nothing.

Euijoo kept you wedged against the counter, his chest bearing down on your shoulders. He could feel you heating up, but you didn't want to surrender to him that easily. Making him work for it usually turned him on, but at the moment, he needed to sheathe his cock to the hilt in you or he was going to go mad.

"If you want it so bad, make me give it to you," you whispered, your voice soft but full of challenge.

In the next second, Euijoo was pulling down your panties, stepping into them until they wrapped around your ankles. He spaced his legs, compensating for your height difference, and barred his arm across your chest, trapping you to him while he unfastened his pants and finally freed his stiff cock.

You held onto his muscly arm, your heart skipping a beat when he notched his cock in your entrance and started sinking in. You cried out at the stretch, his length pushing inside with no mercy, and you started to squirm in his arms to slow him down.

"Relax," Euijoo told you firmly, wrapping a broad hand around your throat while the other drifted to your pussy, holding you in place while he kept impaling you on his cock. "Just take it, baby."

"Fuck," you swore, digging your fingers into his arm just to give him a tiny taste of how you were feeling. The hand on your neck tipped your head toward the ceiling, a not-so-subtle reminder of just how much control he had over you. Every breath that passed in and out of your lungs was a gift.

Euijoo pressed a kiss to your cheek in reward after you'd hissed through your teeth, taking his dick like a champ. He felt you tighten when he bottomed out, your walls burning to accept him, and he praised in your ear, "Good girl."

Then, he finally let out a deep breath, all the tension in his chest and shoulders releasing. For a moment, he closed his eyes and just focused on the perfect grip your pussy had on his cock. The worries over the tour were gone. His annoyance at the members all but vanished. What had he been mad about exactly? Euijoo was already forgetting, because why give a shit when he got to come home and lose himself inside you?

"Euijoo," you sighed, knowing if not for his arms on you, you would have slumped to your knees. He was so big and hard, you wondered how all of him could fit inside you so right, and perfectly. You lived for being this outlet for him, knowing he would sell his soul just to touch you.

Euijoo knew he had you by the sound of your voice. He drew his hips back and thrust in slowly. You braced your hands on the counter and whimpered, the snug fit making your face contort in pleasure with the swiftest bite of pain. He started gloving his cock in your pussy faster, smacking his pelvis into your ass, and your first instinct was to reach back and try to slow him down with your hand on his abs.

"No," Euijoo said without missing a beat, swatting your hand away before landing a vicious slap on your ass. "You told me to take it. I'm taking it." He punctuated his words by driving in deep, hitting you with those punishing strokes that made you see stars. One made the head of his cock kiss your cervix and your legs buckled.

"Fuck you," you snarled at him, dragging your nails over the counter as you tried to find purchase. You wanted to laugh. No one would ever believe you if you told them what a menace Euijoo could be when it came to your body. And honestly, you wouldn't have him any other way.

Euijoo knew that too. "Fuck me?" he taunted, flexing his grip around your throat to make you behave. "You think I don't know you love this shit? Love me breaking in this pussy. Love me using you like you're meant to be used."

You scoffed and said, "You're the devil."

Euijoo chuckled darkly and kept fucking out his frustration in you. The stress was long gone. There was nothing more powerful than your body. He could think of nothing else when your tight cunt was sucking him in.

A moan escaped you and your eyes lolled. He'd found his rhythm now, dragging his cock out of you and snapping back in so you never had a chance to feel empty. Instead, you'd never felt so full. "Don't stop," you mumbled, gripping the counter and throwing yourself back to meet his thrusts.

"What was that?"

Shaking your head, you lied, "Nothing." You didn't want to give him any satisfaction after he'd come home and fucking mounted you in the kitchen.

Euijoo let go of your throat and started gathering your hair in his fist. Once he had a mean grip, he steered you down until you were braced on your elbows, reeled his hand back, and smacked your ass so hard you shrieked.

"Be a brat," he warned. "See what happens."

You were about to call him a dick, but instead you found yourself gasping for air as his pace turned brutal. He was trying to fuck you stupid and you were ashamed to admit he was pretty damn close.

"I can't," you said, shaking your head, but you didn't mean it. You could and you wanted to. Euijoo was drilling into you, a wet slap echoing through the kitchen every time his hips met your ass. Every now and then, he'd stop his pace to shove his cock into you as deep as he possibly could, hitting the spot inside you that made your whole body tremble.

"This is what you're built for, baby," Euijoo hissed in your ear, still taunting you. He was out of breath thanks to his pace, which was teetering closer to nasty. Sweat rolled down his neck and his back, making his shirt damp with it.

You were so soaked there was a wet squelch with every stroke of his dick. Euijoo tangled his arms through yours and found your hands, lacing your fingers with his and pinning you in place, never letting up his thrusts. He sank his teeth into his bottom lip, let his head fall back and released a long, low groan. Fuck's sake, you felt so good he almost couldn't stand it.

Clinging onto his fingers tightly, knowing there was no safer place in the world for you than in his arms, your wanton noises filled the room and you whispered, "I'm close."

Euijoo found his steady rhythm and said, "Come, and I will fuck a load into you like you want."

Your eyes rolled and your lips parted, a howl of his name filling the kitchen as you came on his cock, shaking against him like you'd lost all control of your body. You could hear Euijoo coaxing you through the high, his voice soft but firm in your ear, his breath warming your skin. His arms tightened around you, keeping you upright with ease.

"That's my girl," Euijoo hissed, his breath stuttering out with how hard your walls gripped him. "Keep coming."

One last shudder ripped through your body. Just as you started to come down, slumping forward onto the counter, Euijoo pushed you the rest of the way down until your cheek met the cold surface, gripped your waist with both hands, and drilled you with his cock.

You jerked in place as he used you to get himself off, shivering with sensitivity when he shoved in balls deep and released with a moan, pinching your hips in his hands to the point of bruising and swearing desperately while he filled your pussy with his load.

Euijoo draped himself over your back, still clinging to your waist, pressing an apologetic kiss between your shoulder blades. "Holy shit," he rasped, blinking to clear his eyes. "Was that too much?"

You snorted at how quickly he shifted back to your sweet boyfriend who treated you like glass. "You did say sorry in advance."

Euijoo chuckled quietly, his voice having lost its strength. He stood upright and loosened his grip on you, roaming his hands up your body to pull you up against him. "Are you hurt?"

"No, I'm okay. Just even more tired now."

Your boyfriend nodded and kissed your temple, rubbing comforting circles on your waist with his big hands. "I'll start you a bath," he said, but you heard something in his voice.

You arched a brow at him. "Why - so you can fuck me when I get out?"

Euijoo smiled bashfully. "How'd you know?"

"I know you," you replied, reaching up to cradle his face in your hand. Not to mention, he still hadn't pulled his soft cock from you, like he wasn't ready to be parted. "I can feel you didn't get it all out. You're still so tense."

Euijoo shuddered at your touch. Fuck, if you knew how much control you had over him. You could tell him to fall to his knees and give his life for you, and he would do it without a moment's hesitation.

You could see in his eyes how badly he needed you and it filled you with pride and a restless energy to conquer him. Grabbing his hands, you led your boyfriend with you to the bedroom, leaving dinner untouched.

Euijoo watched with bated breath as you fell back onto the mattress, drawing the shirt up and over your head, revealing your perfect naked body underneath. His mouth watered when you spread your legs, inviting him between your thighs again. The sight of your swollen, glistening pussy did insane things to him.

You asked coyly, "Are you just going to stare at it?"

"No," Euijoo said, dropping to his knees and steering your legs over his shoulders. "I'm going to worship her."

[lunegenic]

reputation.

in which your temper lands you in detention, along with nicholas, the boy you hooked up with last summer. or - the one where you and nico get busy in the library. wc: 6k | notes: smut (don't like it? don't read it), a regular amount of cussing lol, nico acts tough but he's totally smitten, public sex, this was rewritten from my old blog, minors do not interact!

The library was quieter than usual. There was almost an echo to the old clock on the wall, ticking by the seconds that felt like hours. A minute may as well have been a day in here.

You were - humiliatingly - two minutes early. It wasn’t that you were eager to serve your sentence, but political science finished a bit fast and you were actively avoiding your peers after the scene you made during lunch that landed you in here.

Their looks of scorn, amazement and worst of all, pity, were uncomfortable.

The library was empty. A perfect place to lay low and hide. You picked a seat at the second table a respectable distance from the front. Mr. Kim waltzed in, looking perturbed as ever, and called you by name.

“A whole week, huh?”

“Yes, sir.”

He bobbed his head.

You were lucky not to be suspended for the outburst, but your squeaky clean record up until this point had swayed the principal in your favor.

Mr. Kim checked his watch. For a moment, there was a tiny sliver of hope that you would have the library all to yourself, serving detention alone. But then, five minutes late, Nicholas strutted through the door.

“What’s up, Mr. Kim?” he asked gruffly.

You wanted to crawl under a rock and die.

Nico noticed you, his eyes locking onto you like a sniper’s scope, and pure mischief spread across his face along with a grin.

“You’re late, Mr. Wang!”

“Well, well, well,” Nico taunted, as if he’d not heard him, cocking his head and sticking his tongue out at you. “What do we have here?”

“Fuck off, Nico,” you grumbled.

Mr. Kim chided your choice of language and barked, “Mr. Wang, take your seat.”

“Of course, sir,” Nico said silkily, dropping into the chair directly behind yours.

You rolled your eyes. Of all the tables and chairs, he positioned himself there to be a nuisance to you. You expected nothing less.

Nico leaned forward. “You know, ‘fuck off’ isn’t what you said to me the last time we were alone together,” he whispered in mocking. “It was more like, ‘Fuck me, Nico. Ooh. Ahh. Fuck me.’”

You flushed with embarrassment and your heart dropped into your stomach. You didn’t need to be reminded of the ridiculous shit his dick made you say that night.

To your relief, Mr. Kim spoke like he didn’t hear the filth rolling off Nico’s tongue, “You’ve both got an hour in here. No talking. No running about. Just sit and contemplate your bad decisions.”

You and Nico fixed him with equally blank stares.

“But since I know you won’t, just study or nap. Whatever. I don’t care.” Mr. Kim pointed his finger squarely at Nico. “Just no funny business that could get me scolded by the principal. Do we understand each other?”

“Yes, sir,” you and Nico said in sync.

Mr. Kim gave a nod and left, adding that he would be checking in every once and a while to ensure nothing scandalous occurred on his watch.

The moment the door closed, Nico stood, flipped his chair around and straddled it. Overlapping his arms on the back, he said, “Never thought I’d see the valedictorian in detention.”

“You know why I’m in here,” you hissed, leaning back, trying not to let him get under your skin. Of all people, to be stuck with Nico? This was an extra serving of penance you didn’t sign up for.

It’s not that you disliked him. Not entirely anyway. It’s just that Nico had the ability of seeing right through you. You couldn’t fool him or sway him, like you could everyone else. Nico had you completely mapped out after one night.

And what a night that had been.

Nico chuckled. “I must say, watching you fuck Kylie up in the cafeteria was not on my bingo card for this semester, but it was a thrill. The judo-style throw to the ground was immaculate.”

He was tempted to add that you had permission to throw him like that any time you so desired.

You snorted, but said nothing. You didn’t feel guilty about fighting Kylie - the bitch had it coming the moment she crossed you - but fighting wouldn’t look good on your pristine record. And although you’d already landed a coveted spot at an Ivy League school plus a hefty scholarship, you were in no position to jeopardize either with your temper.

Nico scooted his chair toward you noisily. “Why’d you fight?”

Folding your arms across your chest, you turned to finally look at him and snapped, “How many languages can you say ‘none of your business’ in?”

“Four. Now, come on.” Nico whined your name. “We’ve got an hour in here together. Plus five extra minutes, in my case. Tell me why you leveled her.”

You clamped your lips shut.

Nico was persistent. “Did she plagiarize your essay? Did she make fun of your clothes?” Nico lowered his voice and asked, “Did she steal a boy from you?”

A bolt of anger went rushing through you like lightning. Whipping around to face him again, your eyes shone with emotions you went to great lengths to hide. “You know?”

Nico nodded.

“Everyone knows. Don’t they?”

He nodded again, but this time, the mischief was gone from his face.

You hung your head. There was no way to adequately describe this feeling. You wanted to cry and would probably feel better if you did, but you dared not shed a single tear over a boy that didn’t love you.

The saddest part was you thought he could. It stung the most. Like getting bit and feeling the venom slowly poison you for days afterward until you finally succumbed. The bite itself was bad enough, but to languish in misery and pain? That was cruel.

Nico got up from his chair and took the seat beside yours. He stretched his arm out on the table and propped his head in his hand, trying to search your face, but you were well-hidden behind your hair.

You didn’t say anything when Nico tenderly tucked some of the strands behind your ear.

“Don’t lose sleep over Euijoo.”

“I won’t,” you said roughly, lifting your chin high and forcing out the breath you’d been holding, along with the tears you successfully stifled.

Nico smiled. Then, seeing you were no longer on the verge of crying, resumed his teasing. “I never thought someone like you would fight over a boy. It’s beneath you.”

Your lips parted in disbelief. “I wasn’t fighting over him,” you exclaimed. “I fought her because she disrespected me.”

You were telling the truth. The moment Euijoo betrayed you, your feelings for him evaporated into thin air. Nico was right. You would never chase after a boy. The betrayal still stung though.

Nico smirked and licked his lips. “Well, you definitely got your respect back, baby girl.”

You grimaced. “Don’t call me that.”

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but we hooked up last summer. Didn’t we?”

“That doesn’t mean you can slap a dumb pet name on me.”

“Not the only thing I slapped, if memory serves,” Nico murmured darkly.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. The heavy smack of his hand landing on your naked ass echoed in your mind. The memory was still fresh, like it happened yesterday, and it made you press your thighs together.

That was what frustrated you most about Nico - your body craved him, remembering how good he made you feel.

Satisfied by your reaction, Nico sat up, slouching in the chair. He spread his long legs, his knee brushing against your thigh, but you didn’t move away. You didn’t want to give him an ounce of submission.

If you gave him an inch, he would turn it into a mile.

You sized him up. Nico looked a little too good with long hair, dark like his eyes. The leather jacket fit him like a glove, as always - he never left home without it, and his jeans looked ripped from use and not that he bought them that way.

Nico marched to the beat of his own drum. He didn’t give a shit what people thought about him, but they knew better than to voice any opinions either way. Nico lived in detention for bending people into submission with force. He didn’t tolerate disrespect on his name.

Apparently, you had that in common.

It took you a moment to realize you were eyeing him. Who could blame you? His thick thighs in those jeans warranted at least an extra second or two of staring.

Nico was enjoying it. He smirked. “Like what you see, baby?”

“You look good,” you said shamelessly. You had history together. You knew he liked to be complimented on his body and looks. And if you fucked someone, didn’t that give you license to flirt with them later?

“Thanks. So do you,” Nico replied, eyes lingering on your cleavage.

You started to grin and quickly turned your head to hide it.

That didn’t matter. Nico knew you were pleased. And he wanted to lewdly elaborate that you looked mouth-watering with your pretty black skirt and v-neck tee. Your body was strong from volleyball, where you spiked the ball almost as hard as you socked Kylie in the face for stealing from you.

Rumor had it you crushed on Byun Euijoo for months and his oblivious self had no fucking idea where to buy a clue. You finally had the courage to make a move on him - as much as it killed you to be the one to initiate - but after one perfect date after another, you thought there was a future between you and Euijoo.

Which was dashed the moment Kylie flaunted the hickies on her neck and the bruises on her thighs Euijoo had left behind at a party.

Nico frowned. Euijoo didn’t deserve you. You needed someone worthy that could match your fire and energy, not staunch it. Someone that would protect your heart and worship your body.

Kylie would have never been able to take Nico away from you. He was as loyal as he was fearless. Any disrespect showed to you, was disrespect shown to him.

But… you weren’t his, Nico remembered.

His mind wandered, back to the summer. Nico could still smell the salt of the sea as it wafted on the breeze through the open windows. He could still hear how you moaned his name and sometimes, if he closed his eyes, he could still feel your fingernails dragging down his back as he fucked you in the backseat of his car.

Mr. Kim walked in then, whistling as he did. He saw Nico’s new position beside you and the look of sheer annoyance on your face, and quirked a brow, but nothing else was amiss so he didn’t care. Nico gave him a wave, you offered an awkward smile, and Mr. Kim returned to his office with a half-hearted warning to behave yourselves.

As Mr. Kim’s footsteps echoed further down the hall, Nico slid his chair closer to yours, but this time, he crowded your back.

You felt the heat of him first and you shivered when the scent of him really hit you. His cologne was something earthy and clean, but curiously, he smelled like strawberries, which caught you off-guard. That was when you noticed he was chewing gum.

Nico blew a bubble that burst with a loud pop.

“Strawberry?”

“Mm-hm. Want some?”

“No thanks.”

Nico raked his eyes up and down your body. He so badly wanted a taste of you, no matter how small it was. If you only knew he would do anything you asked of him for a kiss.

He closed the rest of the distance between you, which wasn’t much, and brushed your hair to the side slowly, leaving your neck exposed for him to begin trailing soft kisses up the column of your throat.

“Nico...,” you said, your tone full of warning, but you didn’t tell him to stop.

Nico slipped an arm around your waist like a snare, shifting you toward him. He was logging away every second that you didn’t push him away. “Hm?”

“If you get me in trouble,” you mumbled, but your actions betrayed your words. You tipped your head back, giving him even more access to your neck, and you reached behind to slip your fingers into his long hair. You’d been wanting to run your hands through it since you laid eyes on him.

Damn it. Why does he have to feel so good?

Nico chuckled darkly. You were falling apart in his arms, just like you did last summer. He kissed and suckled the sensitive spot beneath your ear, and tightened his grip around you until your shoulders were flush against his chest.

There was definitely a connection. Nico’s heart didn’t race when he saw other girls, even the ones he’d hooked up with, but any time he caught a glimpse of you, his heart went wild, taking his pulse with it.

You hummed, eyes fluttering closed. His kisses grew louder and wetter, nibbling aggressively beneath your jaw. He was turning you into mush. You could feel yourself getting weaker, running your hands over those burly arms, imagining them around your naked waist as he drilled you from behind.

In an instant, you were back in his car, feeling it rock underneath you with Nico’s rough movements. He filled you so deeply - so completely. You felt a pleasure and release more than you’d ever known before.

Nico was the best sex of your life; a crown no other boy had come even remotely close to taking from him.

You remembered where you were (which was not the backseat of his car, unfortunately) and why you were there in the first place (because of a stupid boy that broke your heart), and you unwound Nico’s arms from your waist and shook free of him.

Nico studied you, cocking his head coyly. His eyes, though clouded with lust, were also twinkling with affection. Like you were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen.

“We can’t,” you said weakly.

Nico purred your name. “You can kiss me. There’s no one here, but you and me."

You wavered. What the hell was this emotion sitting heavily on your chest? Had you missed Nico? You would never voice that though. You were no fool.

Nico reached for your waist slowly, giving you every chance to draw away from him or bat at his hands, but you didn’t. He steered you toward him again, this time face to face, and whispered, “I’ve missed you.”

That makes two of us, after all.

“I’ve been here the whole time,” you told him, a little stern, your expression sour. “You could have asked me out.”

“Pfft.” Nico scoffed dramatically. “Yeah, the deadbeat and the valedictorian. Very Beauty and the Beast of us. What would your friends say?”

You’d never seen him so bitter. It almost knocked you back. “You think my friends have any say over who I date?”

“Yes, because that’s why you wanted Euijoo as bad as you did.”

You bristled. Did he really think that little of you? Or was that jealousy talking?

Nico kept going, pretending to swoon. “Perfect Byun Euijoo. Top athlete. Class president. Headed to an Ivy League, like you. Rich parents. He’s the whole pretty package.”

“I liked Euijoo because he was kind. Not because of what he had,” you said in a small voice.

“Sure, babe.” Nico rolled his eyes.

Your first instinct was to get annoyed, maybe even offended, but instead, you saw right through him. As Nico shifted away from you, you moved closer to him and asked, “Do you wanna know why I slept with you last summer?”

“Because you were horny?”

“Because you asked me to dance with you.”

Nico paused.

You chuckled fondly to yourself, thinking back to that night. You and Nico never crossed paths at school, but fate must have been at play then.

“I was so tired and burnt out and stressing over every goddamn thing in my life that I had to get right, and I was wondering what the hell I would do if I failed. If I screwed everything up and let everyone down. My whole family is counting on me to make something of myself.”

Nico listened, looking at you a little differently.

You smiled as you said, “You approached me at that party. You made me laugh. You got me to dance for the first time in years. I used to love dancing. You made me forget how fucking exhausted I was for a night.”

A grin spread itself across Nico’s lips. “And exhausted you in other ways.”

You nodded, fighting a laugh.

Nico reached for your face, stroking his thumb over your cheek, and whispered, “Aren’t you just full of surprises, baby girl?”

This time, you didn’t correct him on the pet name. It was starting to grow on you. You bit your lip, wishing you had the courage to admit just how badly you wanted him to touch you.

Nico confidently pulled you into his arms again, reading your mind, and brushed his lips over your cheek before kissing the corner of your mouth. You made the softest sound, like this one gentle kiss had completely ruined what was left of your resolve.

Sound beyond the door made you part from each other, sitting rigidly in your chair to avert suspicion. Mr. Kim peeked his head in, asked if either of you needed to use the bathroom, and when you both declined, he left again.

The door closed and Nico reached for your hand. You let him, watching curiously as he surveyed the bruises on your knuckles. There were a few jagged cuts of broken skin that the nurse disinfected after the fight. She said they would heal faster in the open air, but you could bandage them later if you felt it necessary.

Nico pressed a kiss to your bruised knuckle, then the other, carefully avoiding the cuts. It turned him on; you being strong and vicious, so hell-bent on punishing disrespect shown toward you. You had that in common with him.

It was sick and twisted, Nico was well aware, but that was part of what made it even more attractive and arousing to him. Kylie stole Euijoo, not because she wanted him for herself (she wasn’t the least bit interested in him, much to Euijoo’s shock when he realized he lost two girls in one night with one fuck), but because she wanted to take something away from you that you really wanted.

You sucked in a breath when Nico’s lips and tongue drifted to your wrist. He really was determined to seduce you and you were getting closer and closer to surrender. You glanced at the clock. Detention was half over now. He was running out of time.

Between kisses, Nico said, “I don’t think Euijoo would know what to do with you if you had him.”

Your brows stitched in confusion.

Nico glanced up, fire flickering in his eyes. “You’re way too powerful for him.”

That made something inside you snap. In the next second, you crashed into Nico, locking your lips to his in a kiss that put the others to shame.

Nico was ready to catch you, getting his arms around your waist and lifting you into the air like you weighed nothing. You held his head in your hands, tangling your fingers in his long hair, and made a noise when he set you down on the table, popping your legs around his hips where they belonged.

This boy was yours. There was no doubt in your mind. The way he kissed you and the way he held you to him, there was nothing on this earth he wouldn’t do for you. To have you.

You slipped your tongue into his mouth and Nico kneaded your hips, his hands rough as he roamed them over your body. There was a catch in your breath when his fingers slipped under your shirt, desperate to touch your bare skin.

“Fuck,” Nico groaned between kisses, his jeans getting too tight. He settled his hands on your thighs to anchor himself to you and thrust his growing bulge against your clothed sex, feeling your warmth.

You lost track of time. And everything else. Fuck it all. There was only you and Nico, just like he said, kissing and touching. Reckless and hungry, one for the other.

The sound of the door sent adrenaline prickling through every inch of you, but you were too drunk on his kisses to give any thought to self-preservation. Nico reacted much faster than you did, dragging you off the table and clumsily to your feet. You managed to throw yourself into the nearest chair while Nico - for whatever stupid reason had popped into his head - dove under the table.

Mr. Kim poked his head inside and upon seeing only one of two criminals, came marching in. “Where is Mr. Wang?” he exclaimed.

You smoothed your hair back, desperately trying to catch your breath and get just the tiniest bit of composure. Mr. Kim would raise hell if he knew you’d been making out when you were supposed to be dying of boredom.

“He, uh,” you stammered. Fuck! “He went to the bathroom.”

Mr. Kim narrowed his eyes. He was not convinced.

Your eyes, on the other hand, widened.

Nico’s hands were running up your bare thighs, pushing up your skirt.

“Are you sure?” Mr. Kim pressed.

No. He’s between my legs. Your heart was racing out of control. Your lungs were going to combust. Nico’s hands were on your hips and his head was between your knees. You could feel his warm breath on your inner thighs.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. “Positive, Mr. Kim. He’ll be right back,” you said hurriedly.

Nico lifted your skirt a little higher, knowing you were hidden from the waist down by the table, and smirked at the sight of your pink panties. And buried his face in your clothed pussy.

“Fuck,” you squeaked out in a high-pitched whimper.

“Language,” Mr. Kim chided once again. “Tell Mr. Wang he now has to stay an additional ten minutes for taking a stroll!”

You threaded your fingers into Nico’s hair, trying frantically to slow him down, but he was kissing your sex with the same passion and intensity as he’d kissed your lips - like he was trying to make you scream. And you weren’t far from that.

Nodding rapidly, you said, “Yes, Mr. Kim. I’ll tell him. I promise.”

Suspicion was clearly written all over Mr. Kim’s face, but you knew Nico giving you head underneath the table was not on the list of possibilities going through his mind. Thank god.

Nico kept a punishing grip on your hips, kissing and tonguing at your folds, tasting your arousal despite the panties in his way. He couldn’t wait to peel them off and make you beg.

When the door closed, sending a loud slam echoing through the library, Nico quickly slipped out from between your legs, knowing exactly the reaction he was going to get.

You reached under the table, swatting at his head as best you could. “Fuck you, Nico,” you yelled. “Fuck you!”

“You will in a minute,” Nico retorted, grabbing your knees and spreading you apart for him again.

You fell back against the chair, gasping at how he manhandled you. “Oh shit,” you moaned as he yanked your panties to the side and dived back in.

Nico steered your legs onto his shoulders and found your clit with his tongue. He soon grew frustrated with your underwear, which seemed to be intentionally trying to block his way. Winding his hands through them, Nico tugged sharply, ripping your panties with ease and letting them fall to the floor.

“Not fair,” you whined, pulling on his hair in retaliation and earning yourself a moan that made your toes curl.

Nico kissed the inside of your thigh and said, “All’s fair in love and war.”

At first, you kept your eyes worriedly on the doors, but soon, your eyes were winched closed, your head tipped back. You writhed on the chair, arching and squirming, because it had been a while since someone ate you out, but mostly because Nico was kissing your cunt like a man starved.

Nico slipped his tongue into your hole and lapped at your slick. He was a lucky bastard to be burying his face in your pretty pussy. You weren’t exactly an easy girl to bag. Boys were lining up around the building to fuck you, but only Nico had scored last summer. You’d told him as much.

Had you been saving yourself for Euijoo since then? It would seem so, given how sensitive you were to Nico’s mouth. He was going to unravel you in no time.

You bounced into his face, covering your mouth to muffle your sounds, your other hand cupping his head. Nico reached under your shirt, under your bra, and palmed your breasts, which were shuddering with the rest of your body. He kneaded them and pinched your nipples, teasing his fingers around the nubs until he felt them stiffen.

Nico shook his head between your legs, your thighs clamped tightly on him. Your pussy was fucking addictive. He knew he should stop - that he needed to stop - but he just couldn’t. He wanted to suck every drop out of you until one of you passed out from exhaustion. Or orgasm. Whichever came first, because Nico was so hard in his jeans there was a strong chance he was going to come untouched in his pants.

“I’m coming,” you cried out, your lashes fluttering as he played with your nipples and your clit. Your mouth was dry from panting. “Nico… Nico, please!”

Fuck, he loved how you said his name and how you begged for him, on the cusp of euphoria. But Nico made a disapproving sound and gave one last kiss to your perfect pussy.

Your eyes went wide, just like they had when he first started, as you watched Nico come out from beneath the table. “What are you doing?”

“Hm?” He played clueless, much to your annoyance, and he nonchalantly swiped your ripped panties off the floor and tucked them into his back pocket.

“Why are you stopping?!” You sounded desperate, because you were. Climax had been right there, close enough to taste. You were experiencing the most powerful tunnel vision of your life, thinking only of how you could get him between your legs again to finish what he started.

Nico came to stand over you. He sure did enjoy watching you lose your mind. He cocked his head for the millionth time that afternoon and just smirked down at you. “Who have you fucked since me?”

“No one.”

“Should I believe that?”

He did believe it actually. Nico just liked toying with you. And with how badly fucked out you were already, the edge of your orgasm slipping away with every passing second, you weren’t exactly in good shape to lie to him.

His hesitation infuriated you, as it should. Was he implying you’d been whoring around? You got up, shoving him away from you, and whined, “You bastard, I hate you!”

Nico grabbed you and stole a kiss in the time it took you to blink, before you could even react. But it didn’t matter. You folded into him like you had not a shred of self-respect left to your name, like he was the only thing you wanted.

“Fuck me like you hate me then,” Nico growled, watching you expectedly. You were still reeling from the kiss. “If you wanna come, baby, you gotta do it on my dick.”

He made you crazy. You didn’t know whether to suck him dry or slap the shit out of him. He would enjoy both. You glanced down, seeing the hard bulge in his jeans, your mind filling with memories of that big cock and what it could do to you.

Nico raised a brow. “How about it?”

You scowled. He truly was annoying as hell in addition to being stupidly good-looking.

Nico watched as you turned away from him, reaching for your bag and rifling through it hurriedly. And he chuckled darkly when you pulled out a condom packet and slapped it into his hand. Sex Ed gave them out by the bucket full, after all.

Delight filled Nico’s face. “Always full of surprises.”

You squeaked when Nico took you by the hand and started rushing toward the back of the library, dragging you behind him. You struggled to keep up with his long strides, but you couldn’t stop giggling. The excitement in your chest threatened to burst you at the seams.

It should have been a crime to be this aroused by someone. The chemistry between you and Nico was off the charts; highly destructive and flammable, consuming everything in its path.

Including both of you, together, engulfed in flames of your own design that burned hotter in your midst.

Tucked away in a nook behind rows and rows of old books, where the blinds were shut on the windows and the soft lights overhead gave a warm yellow hue, Nico spun you around in his arms and sealed his lips to yours.

It was a passionate, almost rough collision of teeth and tongues, like two cars racing toward each other at breakneck speed. The kind of kissing reserved between two people desperate to bring one another to ecstasy.

You whimpered into Nico’s mouth when he shoved you against the wall, forcing his hips between your thighs to rub his clothed cock against your sex. Nico could feel the wet heat of you and thrust his bulge on your folds, hungry for friction. His tongue slipped between your lips just as his fingers prodded at your entrance.

A pitiful sound escaped you. Two long thick digits curled into your pussy, finding that spot inside you without hesitation and stroking, crooking, making your hips rock into his hand.

You wrapped your arms around Nico’s neck and broke from his kisses to stare into his eyes. His pretty irises were almost gone, dilated to black. He was so turned on he couldn’t see straight and you weren’t faring much better.

“I thought I could only come on your dick?” you stuttered, his fingers thrusting faster into your cunt.

Nico nodded and nipped at your lips. “Just kiss me and let me prep you, yeah?”

You did, kissing him hungrily. Every now and then, you moaned or cried into his mouth, those fingers hitting you just right, but you wanted that cock and so you kept reaching down to palm at him.

Little by little, you got his leather jacket and his shirt in a pile on the ground, letting you brush your fingers over his nipples and the sharp lines of his abs. Then, you unfastened his jeans, but couldn’t get them past his muscly thighs at this angle. Not that you cared. You were fisting his cock, pumping it with the same speed he fucked you with his fingers.

Nico panted and moaned in the crook of your neck. “Shit,” he snapped, finally breaking.

He spun you around, pinning you to the wall, but drew you toward him by the hips harshly. You tried to find purchase on the wall while Nico tore open the packet and rolled the condom down his length, his cock so stiff it twitched with need at the sight of your glistening pussy. You wiggled impatiently, shifting your weight as you readied yourself for the stretch, glancing over your shoulder to salivate over that big dick.

You bit your lip as he steered the head of his cock to your folds, arching your back, bracing your hands on the wall. Nico curled an arm around your waist, pressing his palm into the lowest part of your stomach and drove in deep, pulling out of you to thrust back in, a little deeper each time.

Sucking in a breath, you were about to moan at the top of your lungs, but a hand swiftly clamped over your mouth. You cried out Nico’s name, muffled against his palm, and rocked back with his movements, trying to take more of him. All of him.

“Open up for me, baby,” Nico whispered into the sore sensitive flesh of your neck, where he kept biting because he needed an outlet for just how good the hot vice of your cunt felt around his cock. “Tight fucking pussy.” Nico groaned, sneaking a hand under your shirt to hold onto one of your breasts.

Tears pricked at your eyes. Nico was dancing on the line of pleasure and pain. His cock was so hard and thick, bottoming out and making you see stars. You held onto his arms, shivering at how your walls burned and stretched to accommodate him, already screaming for more.

Nico’s hand fell from your mouth to wrap around your neck possessively. You moaned softly. He was being surprisingly gentle, though you knew him as the opposite. It was very telling how tightly Nico held you against him, how slowly he dragged his cock back and forth inside you.

But once Nico was satisfied you could handle him, his pace started to build until he smacked his hips into your ass, your soft flesh heating up beneath his hands as he brought you down to meet his thrusts, slamming that cock into your sweet spot.

“Like that, baby,” you begged, desperately trying to keep yourself in place to get every inch of him. “I can take it.”

I know you can. Nico brushed his parted lips up your neck and kissed your jaw. He’d give you anything you wanted if you kept begging for him. He stuffed you full of his dick a little harder and hissed, “You’re so fucking good. So wet for me.”

You bounced your hips, matching his rhythm. It annoyed you; the two of you could have been fucking each other’s brains out this whole time had you not been cowards last summer.

Nico glanced down, watching you throw it back on him, and grabbed the nape of your neck, pinning you to the wall.

“Nico… fuck!” You gasped as he fucked you hard and fast. You winched your eyes shut and squirmed, but you were nothing compared to his strength.

Nico shoved himself balls deep in your cunt and stilled, groaning with pleasure. Before you could catch your breath, he pulled out of you, making your arousal slip down the inside of your thighs and flipped you around to face him impatiently. He smashed his lips on yours just as you opened your mouth to complain and lowered you to the floor underneath him, sucking on your tongue and thrusting his cock back inside you. You spread your legs and drew him into you by the hips, watching Nico hook your knees in his arms.

“This is mine,” Nico said, his voice raspy and dangerous. Both of your mouths were open, lips brushing, panting for breath.

“Yours,” you said without missing a beat, drifting your hands down his back to his ass. “Whenever you want it, it’s yours, baby.”

Nico rewarded that with a kiss and a hard thrust of his hips.

The desperation took over both of you. There was only you and Nico chasing the high, stealing pleasure from each other’s bodies as hard as you could. Nico crushed you into the floor with his weight, his hand tangled in your hair, the other covering your mouth, because you couldn’t keep quiet. He was so rough, starved for you, and all of the unspoken, unresolved feelings between you coupled with him taking you for all you were worth made you break.

The orgasm began like waves between your thighs. Your body went tight, your back arching like you had no control over it anymore, and you screamed into Nico’s palm as your walls pulsed and squeezed his cock.

Nico felt you unraveling and swore, his hips stuttering at your pussy sucking him in. He hurriedly got ahold of your hands, pinning them to your sides, and thrust in as deep as he could go, emptying his load into the condom.

You blinked to clear your vision, watching Nico close his eyes and moan, shaking with his own pleasure. Hooking your legs through his, you grinded into him, milking his orgasm, smirking at the total euphoric daze on his handsome face.

Nico finally lowered his head, meeting your eyes, and you both chuckled at the same time. You smiled when he didn’t hesitate to kiss you, his cock still buried inside you, his hands still pinning you to the ground.

“Any boy you fuck that doesn’t deserve you…,” Nico whispered, his breath hot on your lips. “I will kill him.”

You wilted. It shouldn’t have aroused you, but it did. You felt your body tighten on him one last time for it. “If you want me so bad, why don’t you ask to keep me?”

“Would you say yes?”

“Ask me and find out.”

Nico lost himself in your eyes, staring, burning. He inevitably surrendered, hands falling away from your body, soft cock slipping out of your core.

You watched him rise to his feet and peel off the condom, and you sat up, adjusting your clothes as he threw it away. “Don’t tell me the guy who doesn’t give a fuck is scared of rejection like the rest of us,” you taunted, wanting to goad him, because you wanted a reaction.

You needed a sign that he was capable of loving you.

“Fuck off,” Nico snapped, zipping up his jeans.

You took that in stride and stood, sucking in a sharp breath at the soreness between your thighs. “‘Fuck off’ isn’t want you said to me last time,” you retorted, using his own words against him. “It was more like, ‘Please, baby girl. Please let me fuck you. I’m the only one good at it.’”

Nico wanted to laugh at your impression of his voice, but he was too busy deflecting. He fished his jacket off the floor and clocked you a glance. “Am I?”

You rolled your eyes. “You are so fucking obnoxious.”

“We have that in common. Among other things.”

You snorted. Why he couldn’t just talk to you after you’d had sex was a mystery. How could he be so intimate with you one way, but not the other?

Nico saw the sadness forming on your face and he reached for your hips, bringing you flush against him. You smiled in pleasant surprise, content to be in his arms again, and closed your eyes when he graced a quick kiss on your lips.

For a moment, Nico studied you, like he was committing you to memory. Nico anticipated this would be the last time he would ever hold you or touch you.

“Maybe I don’t deserve you either,” he whispered bitterly.

You frowned. Your whole body tensed with it. “Then… no one does.”

Nico’s eyes widened. You would be the first and only person to have ever found any worth in him. Nico wasn’t ready to accept that yet. It was such an utterly foreign feeling to him.

You said, “No one deserves anyone, Nico. It’s about effort. Do you feel something for me or not?”

“Do you feel something for me?” he shot back, his heart on the line.

You forced out a tiny laugh and worked your hands up to his face, cradling his cheeks. “This is how the night ended between us last time. We’re both too scared to do anything with this.”

Nico bobbed his head. “Yeah.”

You sighed. Euijoo was supposed to be safe. That was why you really wanted him. He was kind. He was reliable. He was cautious.

But he crumbled at the first gust of wind.

You looked at Nico. He was passion and fire, made of steel. Much like you. He kissed your wounds. He would destroy anyone that tried to hurt you.

Nothing would break Nico. Loving him would be risky, you knew that, but you accepted it, because in his arms would be the safest place in the world.

The two of you resigned yourselves to this little stalemate, though the tension dissipated. Both you and Nico knew there was something worth fighting for between you.

Nico held you by the hand, mindful of your wobbly steps as you returned with him to the tables. To your relief, Mr. Kim was nowhere to be seen.

He appeared five minutes later, announcing the hour of detention was over, but Nico had to stay an extra fifteen minutes. You gave your lover a smirk of amusement as you gathered your things.

You told Nico and Mr. Kim goodbye, the latter already out the door, but Nico grabbed your wrist as you began to leave.

“How long did you get detention for fucking up that bitch?”

“A week,” you replied calmly.

Nico laced his fingers through yours, bringing your battered knuckles to his lips to kiss. “Hm. I guess tomorrow I need to get myself sent here again.”

You chuckled with a shake of your head.

“And the day after that. And the day after that too.”

“I’m sure you will,” you purred, taking your hand back and grabbing him by the chin, stealing one final kiss.

Nico grinned as you walked away and propped his feet on the table, overlapping his hands behind his head like he was sitting on a beach somewhere.

By the last day, he would find enough courage to ask to keep you.

[shyxcherry]

bruised hearts & steady hands | nicholas

summary: when your friends drag you for a night out, you didn't expect to catch the attention of the most attractive guy you've ever met. nor did you expect to sleep with him. but here you were, with messed up feelings about someone whose name you didn't even know. oh, and don't forget he's your brother's best friend (and boss).

pairing: tattooartist!nicholas x female!reader

warning: fluff, angst, smut (oral (both), fingering, both protected and unprotected sex), reader has some trauma in her past (mental health issues that aren't descripted but hinted at)

word count: 11.4k

notes: 2/9 of the series down! i absolutely loved how this turned out. like i need tattoo artist nicho like right now... next up in the series will be yuma! let me know who we want after him. likes and reblogs appreciated!

ink and asphalt masterlist

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you let out a sigh as you set the box of kitchen items on the counter. every part of your body was killing you, having to go up two flights of stairs because of course the elevator would be out of service the day you move in. you all but collapse onto the cold tile floor to cool yourself off, looking up when you see your brother walk in with two more large boxes– looking unbothered as usual.

you wouldn't expect anything less from your brother, fuma. he was three years older than you, claiming the title as older sibling– and always using that against you. he's been your guardian since you were practically born. he hated when you moved a few hours away to go to college for the past few years. now that you were back, you were of course thrown under his wing again– not that you minded.

"how are you so unphased by this?" you ask, a little winded from your trip. fuma laughs, sitting the boxes down before grabbing a water, opening it before handing it to you. you drink half of the bottle before sitting it down beside you.

"maybe it's time for you to start working out, brat." you roll your eyes at his statement.

"i'll start working out when you get a girlfriend." you respond, grabbing his outstretched hand as he helped you off of the floor. "i still don't understand how you got me the apartment right next to yours."

"i promised the owner a free tattoo of any size."

your eyes widened. "that wasn't necessary, bear. i could've rented someplace else."

"it was necessary." he told you, leaving no room for argument. "it's my job to keep you safe."

you hum out a response as you start opening boxes to begin packing away. "you gonna hold my hand and walk me to work too?"

"no, but i am driving you."

you rolled your eyes at his answer. "that's only because i'm saving up for a car. it won't be for long."

"i don't care how long it is." fuma responded. "take your time. maybe spend some money on a new shirt first."

you look down when he tugged on the frayed shirt that clearly had a couple holes in it. this was one of your favorite shirts– fuma got it for you when you two went to a concert together when you were 15. you gasped at the notion, smacking his hand away from you. "how dare you say such a thing? you don't see me telling you to get rid of that dirty pokémon that i got you."

"maybe i will when you learn its name." he crossed his arms, waiting for you to tell him the name– chuckling when it was clear that you didn't know the name. "it's eevee."

"i knew that."

fuma rolled his eyes, messing up your hair as he walked by. "of course you did, brat."

"whatever." you huffed. "you got plans for the weekend?"

"yeah. i'm going out clubbing with the guys. wanna come?"

you shook your head. "chae and yunjin are also going clubbing and asked if i wanted to go with them."

"be careful, okay. i won't be drinking, so let me know if you need a ride."

you nod your head, a small smile on your face. "of course, bear. i'll be careful. promise."

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your promise to fuma to be careful went out the window as soon as you stepped into the club. you told yourself you were really going to try, but you immediately caught sight of arguably one of the most attractive guys you've ever seen. he instantly caught your eye– even as you sat down at a booth with chae and yunjin.

you couldn't see too much due to the dark lights, but you could see the way his dark eyes scanned the space with a confident aura. your eyes followed the sharp lines of his jaw, watching as they become more defined as he smiled at some guy as he walked by. and when he lifted his hand to brush his hair out of his face, you could see the tattoos peeking out from under his jacket sleeve. you felt yourself becoming entranced by the man who hadn't even looked in your direction yet.

you shouldn't even be entertaining the idea. you just moved here a few days ago– still getting settled into a new job. you shouldn't be tempted to find someone, but maybe you didn't. maybe you could just have some fun. just fun. no commitment.

"who are we staring at, babe?" you glance over to yunjin as she slides into the booth across from you, sitting down a round of drinks.

"he must be cute because she's been ignoring me for the last 5 minutes." chae responded with a light laugh.

you blush at the fact that you got caught staring at someone. "it's nothing. just a cute guy."

"cute like i want to bring him to meet the parents, or cute like i want to end the night underneath him screaming his name?" you nearly choke on your drink at yunjin's question. "i'm guessing it's the second option."

"oh, girl this could be so good for you." chae exclaimed.

you shook your head. "i don't have time for anything."

"but you do have time for a one night stand." yunjin spoke as she took a sip of her drink before motioning behind you. "i'm hoping that's the guy you were staring at because he's looking at you like he wants to devour you."

chae leaned over to look– a small gasp slipping past her lips. "yn! he's so cute."

you quickly glance over your shoulder, meeting the dark eyes that had captured your attention earlier. when he realized you were staring at him, he smirked, sending a wink in your direction. you bite your lip at the motion, an action that he noticed– eyes trailing to your lips. you smiled at that before quickly turning back around.

"oh my god. that's him." you whisper shout to your two clearly excited friends.

"whatever you just did worked because he has not stopped staring." chae responded. "who knew our girl had it in her?"

"she's about to have a lot more in her."

you groan at her words but couldn't help the stir in your stomach at the thought. you never thought you would be the one for a one night stand, but for someone like him, you would make an exception. "what do i do?"

"you're going to get your ass up and make him come to you." yunjin said, receiving two confused looks from you and chae. "go dance babe."

your eyes widened. "not alone!"

"oh please." yunjin brushed off your concerns with a flick of her wrist. "you won’t be alone for more than a few seconds. i guarantee it. if not, i’ll join you. just make sure you text us in the morning, so we know you're still alive."

you thought about it for a moment, chewing on your lip. "am i really about to do this?"

"yes, you are." chae nodded. "you said it yourself. you have worked hard to get to where you are, and you deserve a night of fun. besides, you said your last boyfriend was shit in bed, so you clearly need to get laid properly."

you let out a sigh, drinking the rest of your drink before standing up. even as you leave the table and disappear in the large crowd, you could still feel his eyes on you– watching you. you tried to blend in, even though you've never danced alone before, closing your eyes before dancing along to the music.

you were alone for maybe 30 seconds before you felt a warm body slide behind yours. his sharp cologne hit your nose as his hand flattened on your stomach, pulling you closer to him. as the two of you dance, you could feel his semi as your back pressed against his front– feeling as it gets harder when you roll your hips back. his other hand moves across your shoulder, running his thumb over your jaw before tilting your head up– meeting his gaze for a second time.

"keep dancing with me like this, and you're not leaving alone." his voice low, rough as he leans in to whisper in your ear.

your breath hitches as his lips graze the shell of your ear. you turn your head, catching more glimpses of tattoos on his neck and chest as you turn around in his arms – grabbing his jacket and pulling him closer to you. “good.”

his eyes scan your face for any sort of hesitance, but he doesn’t get any. his hand slides to the small of your back – the other one in your hair. he slightly tugs on the strands, angling your gaze back up to his. his breath was warm as it hit your skin as his nose brushed yours. “i don’t let go easy.”

“who likes easy?” you respond, earning a low chuckle from him. “but if you take me home, i should at least know your name.”

his smirk was teasing, lips almost brushing yours as his hand moves out of your hair – thumb trailing along your bottom lip that was painted red. “you’ll forget it with the way i plan to touch you, but you can call me weno if you want.” you could tell that wasn’t his actual name, and somehow that made you feel more calm about this. he knew it as well that it was only for tonight. “and i’ll call you red.”

your mouth parted, and he took the opportunity to slide his thumb into your mouth. you wrapped your lips around him, circling your tongue around his thumb as you suck – all while keeping eye contact with him. a small curse leaves his mouth as he watches you. he slowly pulls his thumb out of your mouth, smearing your saliva on your lower lip. he didn’t say another word, grabbing your jaw before slamming his lips onto yours.

his kiss was rough, claiming you like he’s been wanting to do since he set his sights on you. you gasp into his mouth, fingers clutching his shoulders before moving up to tangle into his hair. he lets out a barely their groan when you pull on the strands, but you could feel the vibration against your lips. your lips parted– his tongue sliding against yours, slow and teasing. you shiver as the cool jewel of his tongue piercing slid against your tongue because of course he had one. he almost refused to stop, but as much as he wanted to, he didn’t take it any further – not while the two of you were still in the middle of the dance floor. his grip on your back tightened as he pulled away from you first. you let out a breath, finally feeling the intensity of the kiss, you just shared. your eyes meet his, slightly nervous that he didn’t feel the same way, but all you saw was his eyes, somehow darker now, staring down at you with the same intensity you were sure you had.

“do you want to go back to mine?” his tone was short, clearly struggling to keep control of his emotions.

“i would be really disappointed if not.” you untangle your hands from his hair– him grabbing your hand immediately before guiding you out of the club. you met yunjin’s and chae’s eyes for a second, sending a quick wave while watching the two freak out. you would never hear the end of this from the two of them.

he led you over to his car. “i haven’t had anything to drink, so you’re safe with me.”

you nodded your head, allowing him to help you get in before he got in himself. the lights lit up the car as you passed under them before you two were developed into darkness. his hand drifted to your thigh, right above your knee– unmoving as he tries to focus on the road, but you were making it impossible. the way your eyes watch his every move, lips swollen from where he’s kissed you, thighs clenched shut as you shift in your seat.

he meets your gaze as he pulls up to his place. “last chance to turn back.”

you wait until he parks the car before unbuckling your seatbelt, leaning over– lips grazing his ear while your other hand brushes against his erection. “bold word coming from someone with a boner.”

“get out of the car.” you smile at his demand, pulling away from him before getting out of the car. he once again grabs your hand, guiding you up the driveway before letting the two of you into the house. it was dark, and he didn’t bother to turn any lights on before he pulled you into him. “you’re mine now.”

his mouth crashed against yours, done with the teasing from earlier. the kiss was hot and messy– all tongue and teeth as his hands grip at your sides. his hands bunch up your dress, allowing his hands to run along your bare legs, squeezing at the tender flesh. you moan into the kiss when his hands pull your dress up even more, exposing your lower half to him. his lips leave yours as he spins you around, chest pressed against the wall as his thigh pushes between your legs. his hands tightly grip your waist as his hips press against yours– moaning out when his clothed erection rolls against you. his breath was rough on your neck as his lips attach to the skin, biting down hard enough to have you gasp.

“this is what you wanted, isn’t it red?” you nod your head. tilting your head to allow him even more of your body that felt like it was on fire– everywhere he touched felt like a match had been stuck there.

his hand slides around your waist, trailing along the edge of your waistband before moving down between your legs. his touch was slow, teasing as his fingers ran over the fabric– feeling the wet spot and showing how much you wanted him. “so wet, red. and i haven’t even started yet.”

“weno–” you whine out when his fingers slip into the front of your underwear. his touch was slow, just enough to make you squirm, not enough to satisfy. you hear his low chuckle in your ear when you push back against him.

“patience, red. i’m going to take my time with you.”

your whine quickly turns into a sigh in relief, cheek resting against the wall when his thumb finally puts pressure on your throbbing clit. his lips continued to kiss and bite along your neck as his touch deepens, teasing your slit before he slides a finger inside of you, barely giving you any time to adjust before he’s moving his hand– groaning against your ear when you clench around him as a moan escapes your lips.

“so tight.” he breaths, curling his finger just right to have your back arch, crying out at the feeling. “how long has it been since someone’s touch this gorgeous body?”

“too long.” you groan out as he plunges in a second finger. he started out slow before building up a rhythm that had you rolling your hips against his hand. “fuck– weno.”

“there she is. i want you to lose control for me. you’re not leaving here without screaming my name to the point where you can’t talk.” you jump when his thumb increases speed on your clit, circling the bud tightly. you whine out his name as his hand pumped faster, motions deliberate– wanting to watch as you fell apart. “let me hear how good you sound as you come all over my fingers, red.”

his fingers curled, hitting the perfect spot to bring you over the edge. you cried out his name, rocking your hips against his hand as you ride out your high. his grip was tight on your waist as you opened your eyes to meet his, lust filling his eyes. his fingers leave you as he pulls his glistening hand up to his face. he makes sure you keep eye contact as he cleans off his hand with his mouth, groaning at the taste and leaving you desperate for more.

“you’re not getting any sleep tonight.”

your world is flipped upside down as he throws you over his shoulder. he climbs a set of stairs before opening a door down the hallway. it was pitch black as he threw you back onto the bed. he turned his bedside lamp on before he climbed on top of you– legs keeping you hostage. his breath hit your lips before his tongue shoved past your lips, brushing against your tongue lazily, but it kept you wanting more. your hands gripped his shoulders, pushing his jacket off before trying to pull his shirt off as well. he bit your lip before he sat up– a silent warning to not being patient as he pulled off his shirt.

your eyes ran down his chest and arms, seeing the tattoos that painted over almost all of his skin. you only looked away when you heard him laugh, meeting his eyes as he leans back down– holding your jaw as he kissed you. “like what you see red?”

you open your mouth to respond but stop when his hands cup your breasts. a small gasp left your mouth when he pulled the top of your dress down, exposing your breasts to him. his lips trail down your neck, biting and sucking, while his hands return to your breasts. his hands rough and teasing, squeezing just enough to make you arch into his touch. you could feel his smug smile on your skin, nipping at your neck as his thumb brushed over your nipple. you jump– a moan leaving your lips when he pinches the sensitive bud.

“listen to you. so responsive already, and i’m just getting started.”

his mouth left your neck, impatiently moving down to your chest. he pulled your dress down even further as he kissed between your breasts, letting his tongue trace shapes as he slowly trailed down. his hands cupped your breasts again– like he loved the feeling of them in his hands. he squeezed them one last time before his tongue found your breast. he flicked your nipple teasingly before latching his mouth around it, sucking harshly.

you gasp, back arching as your hands tangle in his hair. “fuck, weno.” he was like an animal– biting and sucking until your skin turned red before running his tongue along the area, soothing it. his hands groping and squeezing at every inch of skin his mouth couldn’t. your back arched into his mouth when he groaned– the vibration sending chills across your skin. “weno, please.”

“greedy girl. begging for more already?” he taunted as his hands started to pull the dress off your body. as soon as he threw the dress, his lips moved away from your breast, trailing slow, heated kisses down your stomach while his hands toyed with your waistband. “say please again and maybe i’ll give you what you want.”

“please.” you beg, raising your hips, desperate for more. “please, weno.”

he let out a hum of approval, sliding your bottoms down your legs. his kissed the inside of your thigh before kissing the other one, biting down in warning when you whined in impatience. he moved forward, finally giving you some relief. his tongue was slow, licking along your folds – watching when you jerked when his piercing pressed against your clit. you had never felt anything like it before, and now you were questioning why. “you’re sweet as sin, red.”

he dove in completely without warning, tongue moving against you like he had done it a million times and knew exactly how to make you scream. he let his piercing do most of the work, circling and rolling over your clit – having you grab the sheets to try to ground yourself. your moans were getting louder, more frequent as his hand spread across your stomach, holding you down. his other hand that was gripping your thigh moved, slightly ghosting up your leg until he was teasing your entrance. with one motion, he plunged two fingers deep inside of you– your hand tangling in his hair at the action.

“f- weno.”

you could feel him get more confident, more into making you come undone again for him. he kept changing up his speed, going fast enough to have your eyes rolling back before slowing down– allowing you to feel everything he was giving you. your heels dug into the mattress, thighs trying to close around his head which only made him pull you closer to his mouth. you glanced down, eyes widening when you took him in. his eyes were half closed, glazed over with lust– face glistening with your slick. he blinked, looking up to see you looking at him. you feel him smirk against you before he winked, curling his fingers enough to have you throw your head back. your stomach tightened, curling with heat– making you let out a low, whining moan.

“are you going to come again, red?” he taunted, pressing his piercing flat against your clit, holding you down when you jerk. you’re unable to answer him, nodding your head at his question. “say please.”

“p-please let me come, weno.”

“good girl.” he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking harshly, watching as your back arches off the bed. he fills you tighten around his fingers, his name leaving your lips a second later as you reach your high. your hand wounded tightly in his hair, pulling hard enough to have him groaning against you. he stuck his tongue out, cleaning up every drop of your release off you and his hand before moving back up your body. you opened your eyes, instantly meeting his dark ones. “you’re going to ruin me red.”

instead of responded, you hand wrapped around his neck, pulling him down to you. your lips crashed together in a heated kiss as he closes the distance between you– chest pressed tightly together as his lips move against yours. your hands roam his body, feeling every muscle and grove before your hands meet his waistband. he lifted up slightly, helping you get his bottoms off, leaving him bare above you. your eyes glaze over his body, examining every inch of his skin. most of it was tattooed– colors and symbols marking his skin and making him even more stunning.

he moved to hover over you again, but your hands caught him, pushing him to lay on his back before you moved to straddle him. you lean down, capturing his lips again before moving down to his neck. he exposed his neck, keeping his hands tight around your waist, as he lets you bite and mark him like he did to you. you continue making your way down his neck before moving down his chest and stomach until your reach his cock, thick and throbbing– leaking against his stomach. your hand wraps around him, giving him a soft stroke that had him biting his lip, nearly bucking into your hand with need.

you lean down, taking your time as you slowly run your tongue along the underside, watching as he curses with your touch. “fuck, red.”

you smirk before taking as much of him into your mouth as you could– hand wrapping around the rest. he lets out a groan, hand wrapping in your hair. you fully expected him to guide you, but he didn’t. he let your pick the pace, pulling when your tongue swirled around him. you moan, and that alone has him nearly coming undone. you pull away from him with a small ‘pop’ before looking up at him. you kept your hand moving, squeezing at the base and watching him thrust up into your hand.

“condom?” he blinks at your question for a second before the words register. you keep your hand slowly moving as he reaches over into his nightstand, pulling out a condom. you grab it from him– him groaning when you open it with your teeth before sliding it down him.

you move up, hands braced on his shoulders as you straddled his hips. he had a teasing grin on his face that you watched falter as you sank down onto him. a low groan left his lips, along with a gasp from you. his hands gripped your hips, fingers digging into your skin as your hips met his. your breath hitched at the fill of him, loving the way he felt as you adjusted to him.

you started out slow, rolling your hips in a way that had him squeezing your sides– no doubt leaving bruises. his hands started to help guide you, his hips thrusting up at points to meet yours. you lean down, breath shaky as your lips meet his. his hand grips the back of your head, pulling you deeper into the kiss. he felt your moves falter, thighs trembling from your efforts. his hands move, wrapping around your waist before flipping you over. your back hits the mattress– his lips pressing into yours as he thrusts into you.

“i’ve got you.” his voice quiet against your lips, moving to your neck as his pace builds into fast, desperate thrusts. “fuck, red. you feel so fucking good.”

your nails dig into his back, chest arching into his as his lips claim yours again. he kisses you messily– getting lost in pleasure like you were. your voice raw as your moans turn into soft gasps, hips rolling up to meet his. he could feel you– could tell that you were close by the way your thighs started trembling again, nails scraping down his back.

his hand reaches between you, finding your swollen clit with his fingers, circling it slowly. it was just enough to have you crying out his name as you fell over the edge. you arch into him, extremities wrapping around him tightly, clenching around him as you start to come down. his hips kept moving, starting to stutter as he feels it. your arms pull him down, clinging to him as you kiss him, and that was enough for him. he thrusted one last time with a groan against your lips as he released into the condom.

he stays still for a moment, head resting against yours as the two of you catch your breaths. his hand moves up, fingers trailing along your jaw. “are you okay?”

“i’m okay.” you nod with a soft smile. you expected things to turn awkward after this. like he would immediately want you gone. instead, you felt the opposite, smiling when he leans down to kiss you again.

he doesn’t say much after, leading you not to either. he moves away from you, taking off the condom before grabbing a towel before helping you clean up. you were confused, wondering why he wasn’t asking you to leave. he laid back down beside you, pulling you against his chest, holding you. he pulls the cover around the two of you, pressing one last kiss to your shoulder before you hear his breaths even out– signaling that he was asleep.

you allow yourself to believe that all of this meant something to him like it did to you. maybe it wasn’t just a one night stand because none of this felt like one. but then your thoughts started creeping in– your fear of commitment. you’ve had plenty of boyfriends, but you’ve always kept them at an arm's length, not even letting your brother or mother meet them. you wouldn’t be able to do that with him, and that scared you more that it should. you start to regret coming here because now you’re now going to be stuck on some guy who’s name you didn’t even know.

that thought alone sent a pain through your chest. you asked for his name, and he wouldn’t give it to you. he made his intentions clear that this wasn’t anything more than one night. you try to convince yourself that it meant nothing. he got what he wanted, and so did you. that was it.

so why did it hurt so bad when you snuck out that next morning?

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the last two weeks have been hard to say the least. every time you let your mind drift, they drifted back to your mystery man. his sharp, dark eyes. his teasing smile that seemed to never leave. the way your skin still feels like it’s on fire from where he touched, no matter how many times you scrubbed at the skin. the love bites and bruises that littered your skin took a week to disappear, and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at them– mind drifting back to the best night you’ve ever had before you ruined it.

a part of you felt stupid for being so hung up on someone you only knew for a few hours. it wasn’t supposed to feel like this– like a part of you was broken because you didn’t stay. leaving didn’t normally hurt like this. it didn’t normally leave a pit in your stomach that refused to go away. no matter what you did or what you told yourself, it stayed almost like it was mocking you.

you open the door to the tattoo shop where your brother works, the bell dinging and signaling your arrival. you were supposed to be meeting with him to go car shopping since you were finally settled in. the shop was quiet, empty since it was late on a tuesday afternoon. you noticed some guy sitting behind the counter, hood on sketching on a tablet with his back turned towards you.

“excuse me.” you call out, walking up to the counter. “i’m looking for fuma.”

you watch as his back tenses, confusing you. his hand stops, dropping the pen before turning around. your eyes widen, jaw dropping when you see the guy from that night staring back at you just as shocked as you were. unlike you, he quickly pulled together his act, taking his hood off before standing up– smirk back on his lips.

“didn’t think i’d see you again, red.” his tone was cocky, borderline cruel nearly making you flinch. you try to brush off the sting, matching his tone with an equally rude one.

“didn’t think you’d care, weno.”

“right.” he let out a scoff, leaning forward onto the counter. “that’s why you left, huh?”

he watched your expression flicker, hurt flashing before you covered it up. “what was i supposed to? stay? you didn’t say anything. not even your name. just held me like i was a stuffed animal– like i was convenient for you.”

“i didn’t want to mess anything up.” he spoke. “i thought if i said something, it would only push you away.”

“and i thought if i stayed, you’d push me away.”

his mouth opened like he was going to say something but was stopped when fuma walked into the room. “nicho, i see you met yn.”

his eyes widen just slightly as his gaze flickers back to you. you nod your head, finally knowing his name. it was nicholas. him and another guy owned this tattoo shop where fuma works. he was also one of fuma’s best friends. you unknowingly slept with your brother's best friend.

you blink away your pain, replacing it with a smile as you turn to your brother. “yes, he was just telling me about the shop.”

“maybe now that you’ve seen the place, you’ll finally let me tattoo you.” you roll your eyes at your brother’s antics.

“in your dreams.”

he laughs before motioning to the back. “i’m going to go grab the car. i’ll meet you out front.”

once he walked back the way he came, nicholas turned to you. “did you-”

“no.” you answer, knowing what he was going to ask. “did you?”

“no.” you nod your head, turning to leave out of the front door when he stopped you again. “did that night really mean nothing to you?”

you sigh, hand on the handle before turning to him. “it doesn’t matter if it did anymore. not only are you my brother’s boss, but you’re his friend. i’m not doing that to him. no matter how much that night meant to me.”

you left the store without another word, and you thought that would be the last you would see of nicholas, but of course the universe had other plans. and by universe, you meant fuma. he kept inviting you out with the guys, so you could get to know them. and of course, you couldn’t say no because he would ask why, and you weren’t telling him you unknowingly slept with his friend. he also introduced you to one of his friend’s k’s girlfriend, who you absolutely adored. his friends were nice, and you got along with all of them. except one– the one who refused to leave your mind.

you couldn’t stand to be anywhere close to nicholas. every time you were near him, you could feel your chest ache, the guilt of leaving him hitting you. you weren’t going to go back on your word, and that made it so much harder because he kept trying to get you to. every time no one was paying attention, there was some sort of lingering touch or hushed words that made you just want to jump into his arms. it was starting to get harder and harder to brush them off. he was making you go crazy– like you couldn’t breathe when you were around him. every time you closed your eyes you saw him. every time you saw something red, you thought of him and that nickname he only called you when no one was paying attention. it was only a matter of time before you snapped.

it was late, after hours at the shop. everyone had left, except you, nicholas, and fuma. you were helping fuma clean his station when he stepped out for a smoke because he wouldn’t do it near you since you didn’t like it. as soon as you were alone, you could feel his eyes on you, lingering until he finally spoke up.

“are you really not going to say anything to me?”

you shrug your shoulders, not looking at him. “there’s nothing for me to say.”

“red, you left before i could wake up and say anything.” you turn around, meeting his gaze and trying not to falter. you needed to be strong not only for you but for your brother. you wouldn’t hurt him, and you wouldn’t hurt yourself.

“exactly.”

you watch as his jaw clenches in anger, storming up to you from across the room– chests brushing as he looks down at you. “so that was it? just one night?”

“you and i both made it clear that it was only one night. hence the phrase one night stand.” you take a step back, crossing your arms over your chest.

“things change.”

you nod. “they do. like the fact that you’re my brother's friend.”

“i didn’t know that, but that doesn’t change anything.” you let out a sigh as he argues with you.

“it does.” you argue back. “it makes it complicated. messy.”

“or maybe it makes it real.”

your breath hitches at his words, gazing fully into his eyes for the first time tonight. you feel a knot in your throat as you blink back tears. “why do you care so much? it was supposed to be only one night.”

“because i haven’t stopped thinking about you since that night.” he answers. “and i know you haven’t either. i know you watch when you think i’m not paying attention. staring at me– my body as you remember how good i made you feel. how real it felt. and you just want to what? forget it ever happened because it’s easier? because you’re scared?”

“you don’t know me!” you snap, tears falling– hitting your cheeks. you watch as his face drops at the sight of your tears. his hand clenches like he’s stopping himself from wiping your tears. “you’re asking me to give you something that i’ve never given to anyone before.”

“it’s okay to be scared, red. i won’t hurt you.” you almost soften at the nickname that you came to love, but you still couldn’t force yourself to go there.

“i’m not scared. i’m terrified. what if i let you in, and you leave? what if you become important to me, and you leave? i can’t– i just can’t.” you move away from him, ignoring the calling of your name as you run out of the shop– with hopes of never seeing him again.

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it’s been a week since your breakdown on nicholas. you had completely stopped tagging along with fuma much to everyone’s dismay. you kept pushing away fuma and his interrogations– burying yourself in work and your other friends to avoid him. you’ve gotten a few texts from some of the guys, begging you to come hang out with them, but you refused every time. you couldn’t let yourself be around nicholas because you don’t trust yourself to keep being able to refuse him. a part of you also thinks he actually got the message, moving on from you. you weren’t going to be able to handle that, but it was your fault. you were the one who told him to leave you alone. why were you like this? why couldn’t just give him a chance? instead, you let your fear ruin you once again.

you know you were starting to concern fuma. you had done this before– slowly drifting away from him until he nearly lost you. you could tell it was starting to scare him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him what was wrong. what if he was mad at you or judged you? you can handle anyone else doing those things, but not your brother. not the man who has taken care of you since you were a kid because your mother wasn’t able to– too wrapped up in her sorrows to care for two kids. he was the one who taught you to ride a bike. to cook. he even learned how to do makeup, so he could teach you how to do it. he was the one person who was always there for you, so you never want him to be disappointed in you. but the guilt of sleeping with nicholas, and him not knowing was making you lose sleep at night.

it was a friday evening, and fuma texted you seeing if you wanted to hang out at the shop with him and some of the guys. of course, you said no because you knew nicholas would be there. you didn’t get a response, so you expected to be alone for the evening when you heard a knock on your door. you get up, moving towards the door before opening it. there stood your brother with some alcohol and fried food– your guys go to for nights in.

you move aside, letting him in. “i thought you were hanging out with the guys.”

“got the urge to hang out with my favorite person instead.” he responded, dragging you into the living room before setting up the food. you sit next to him, curling your legs as you watch him pull food out of the bags. “i’d rather hang out with you instead.”

“i know i’m pretty awesome, but you didn’t have to do this.” you bump his shoulder before grabbing a piece of chicken.

“i wanted to.” he opened a drink for you before opening one of his own. “you’ve been acting weird lately.”

“weird?” you question.

“like before.” you went quiet at his words. you didn’t expect him to come right out and say it. you know your pasts were rough and that caused you two to go through some things, but you promised him you would never go to that dark place again.

“it’s not like that. i promise.” you reassure him. your eyes meet his, and you could tell he was trying to make sure you were telling the truth– giving you a small nod when he realized you were. “i’m just- i don’t know. going through something, and i’m trying to figure out how to get over it.”

fuma leaned over, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “let me help you, brat.”

“i don’t think you can, bear.”

“we’ll never know if you don’t tell me.” fuma pushed. you look down at your lap, picking at your hoodie before you spoke up.

“when i went to the club with the girls, i met someone.” you started to explain. “it felt like- i don’t know– like a chemical reaction. i’d never felt like that with someone before.”

“did you sleep with him?” fuma questioned.

you nodded your head– choosing not to go into detail to save you both the trauma. “it was supposed to be a one night stand. we didn’t even tell each other our names. but it didn’t feel like that. it felt like i had just found a missing piece i didn’t know i lost. but i ruined it.”

“how so?”

“i left that next morning without waking him. i wanted to stay, so bad. but i was scared that he was going to push me away, so i left before he could. and that’s not what he wanted at all.”

“he wanted you to stay?” you nod your head at his question. “so i’m assuming you ran into him again.” another nod from you. “so, what’s the isssue then?”

“i got scared, so i pushed him away.”

“why?”

“because of mom.” you answered– listening as fuma sighed out. he was fully aware of your fear of commitment because of your guys’ mother. “we watched her, bear. after dad died, she became a shell, and there wasn’t anything we could do about it. you had to step up and take care of me because i would’ve ended up like her. after watching her, i made a promise that i wouldn’t allow myself to get close to anyone, so they couldn’t hurt me like that.”

“yn–” fuma started to say, but you shook your head.

“you don’t get it. the way i feel about him is exactly the way mom felt about dad. i remember always asking her why she chose him and not understanding any of her reasons. now i do, and that terrifies me. if i let him in, and something happens, i’m not strong enough to survive that.”

silence encases the two of you while fuma processes your words. “you’re not mom. you are so much stronger than her– stronger than anyone i know.”

“he makes me feel weak.” you tell him. “but he also makes me feel things no one else has.”

“then give him a chance to prove it. it will hurt you more to live with this regret of not doing something.”

“you think i should go after him?” you ask.

fuma nods. “i think if not being with him makes you feel like this, i think it’s worth trying. after i meet him, that is.”

“you already have.” you mumble, watching as his face turns to confusion– before turning into horror.

“is it nicho?” your silence was his answer. “i knew something was going on with him. he hasn’t been acting himself the past few weeks, especially this last week.”

“i kind of blew up on him last week.” you speak up. “but i didn’t know who he was when i slept with him. you gotta believe me.”

fuma smiles at you, relieving your fear of him being mad. “i know, brat. i’m not mad. i just wish you told me sooner, so we could’ve talked about this. you know i hate it when you push me away.”

“i’m sorry.” you apologize. “i was scared you would be upset.”

fuma pulls you into his side. “upset with you? i don’t think that’s a thing. you couldn’t do anything that would make me be upset with you.”

“even being with your friend who is also your boss?” fuma nods.

“even then, brat. but you got to promise me you’ll start talking to me if something is bothering you.”

“i promise.” you smile. “so, what do i do?”

“stop running. give him a chance. i’ve known nicho for years, and he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. he’s a good guy.” fuma explained. “k has a race tomorrow, and he’s going to be there. want to tag along?”

you thought about it for a moment before nodding. “let’s do it.”

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the air was thick, and you couldn’t tell if it was from your nerves of seeing nicholas again, or if it was the giant crowd that never seemed to disperse. your brother was in front of you, guiding you over to where the rest of the guys were. the music was loud– lights blinding you. but that didn’t stop you from finding him.

he was leaning back on a black car you knew belonged to k, dark hair parted showing his forehead. he was dressed like when you first met him– black jeans and a leather jacket with a white shirt that was low cut, exposing his tattoos. he was sporting a smile as he watched harua and some girl you didn’t recognize argue.

“yn!” you turn just in time to be tackled in a spine crushing hug. you let out a groan as you try to wiggle out of your capture’s arms.

“taki, let me go.”

“never.” he squeezed you, laughing when you let out a groan. “not until you promise you won’t avoid us again.”

“i wasn’t avoiding you, but i promise.” you gasp when he let you go. you push him away from you, nearly knocking him over as you moved away from him. “k, control your psycho son.”

“i will when you tell me why you haven’t been coming around.” k spoke as he walked up to you. you stilled for a moment at his question– something that he didn’t notice, but someone else did.

“k, leave her alone.” a feminine voice spoke up as k’s girlfriend made her presence known. the heavily tattooed girl had her arms crossed over her chest as she made her way to you two. “you guys keep bombarding her, and she’s going to leave again. i don’t blame you though, yn. these guys are a lot sometimes.”

“angel!”

she ignored him, turning fully towards you with a smile. “let’s go get something to drink.”

you laugh at the betrayed look on k’s face, snorting when it turned into glaring at you for taking his girl away. the two of you leave, but not before you glance at where you last saw nicholas– furrowing your brows when you couldn’t find him. you kept your eye out for him as the two of you went to get drinks– listening to her tell a story about high school when you found him. and how you wished you didn’t.

he was talking to a girl you didn’t know, laughing when she said something funny. her hand brushed his arm, lingering for a second too long for it to be innocent. she was tall, model like pretty, and covered in tattoos just like him. they looked good standing side by side, and that hurt you more than you like to admit. you wanted to mad at him but stopped yourself. you shouldn’t even be acting like this. you two weren’t anything– you made sure of it by pushing him away. and the pain in your chest watching them is why you didn’t want to get any closer to him, but there was a new part that had you still wanting him despite the fact he could hurt you.

“are you okay?” you look up to see her looking at you in concern. you smile, nodding your head.

“i’m fine. just looking for a bathroom.”

she pointed it out, and you took the chance to walk away. not just from her, but from the race itself. you didn’t realize that you were almost home but didn’t stop until you closed the door of your empty apartment– something that used to bring you comfort but now brings you sorrow. you were tired of the quiet. tired of the alone, but you didn’t know how to do otherwise. you’ve ran for so long, you don’t know how to stay still.

a low knock on the door broke you from your thoughts. you stand there, staring at the door unmoving. it wasn’t until they knocked again– harder that you moved. you unlocked the door and had just barely opened it when you saw a flash of black push their way into your apartment, shutting the door, leaving you completely alone with who you’ve been running from. you watch as nicholas blocks your exit, leaving you locked in your apartment with him. his eyes never leaving yours as he did so.

“why did you leave?”

you shrug your shoulders, trying to stop yourself from becoming defensive as it came to natural to you at this point. “that’s not my scene.”

“are you sure?” nicholas questioned, taking a step towards you. his voice level– calm but still had that pushing edge to it. “or is it because you saw me talking to someone? because you seemed completely fine until you saw her.”

you shake your head, folding your arms to stop the shaking. “no. it wasn’t about her.”

“no, it wasn’t. it was about you.” you back up when he walks forward, trying desperately to keep your distance. “you weren’t mad. you weren’t upset. you were scared.”

“stop.”

he continued, despite your beg for him to stop. “you looked hurt. like it hurt you to lose me.”

you swallow hard, hating how well he could read you. how could he know this? you two barely knew each other. “don’t-”

“you said you don’t do this.” he stopped an inch from you, arms shooting out to hold onto the couch– blocking you in. “i can be patient. i can wait as long as i have to for you. i’m not asking you to give me all of you. i’m only asking for you to stop running away from things that feel real. from me.”

“what if it is real?” your expression tightened, pushing back your tears. “what if i let it be real, and one day i wake up and it’s gone?”

his gaze softened, lifting his hand up– brushing against your cheek. you didn’t flinch away like the last time he tried to touch you. his jaw dropped when he realized you were letting him in or at least trying to. “then i’ll be right by your side telling you that i’m not going anywhere, red.”

“i don’t know how to let people in. or how to stop running.” he smiled at your honesty, something that shocked you.

“that’s okay. we have time, okay? just don’t shut me out anymore. let me prove to you that i’m not going anywhere.”

you blink at him, jaw clenching as you fought against everything you had believed in for so long. nicholas could see the fight, hoping that you would pick him. his heart dropped when you brushed his hand away from you, but that disappeared when you when you fell into his arms, wrapping your arms around him. his hand cradled your head as you rested it on his chest, other one pulling you closer to him. his lips pressed against your forehead– a silent thank you for choosing him.

his hands cupped your cheeks when you pulled back to look at him before leaning down. the kiss was soft, patient– like he was promising you he wouldn’t mess it up. your hands curled against his jacket, pulling him closer to you. it felt the same but completely different than last time. it felt like he was trying to take away all of your fears and worries, but it was okay if he couldn’t– because he was going to be there every step of the way until you weren’t.

you sighed into the kiss, lips parting when his tongue traced across them. his hands drifted, running down your sides until he was gripping your hips– pulling them flush against his. your thumb ran along his jaw, drawing a silent groan from him. he pulled away from you, resting his head against yours. “you okay, red?”

“i’m okay.” you nod, letting your hands slowly run down his chest. he watched your actions– intentions clear as day. his eyes met yours, and he couldn’t see any doubt. any fear. just want.

his mouth met yours again, pressing deeper– needier as he felt how much you wanted him. his hands slide underneath your shirt, heating up your skin as he traces along your skin. as his lips got more heated, he didn’t rush. you could tell he was going to take his time just like last time. he was going to make you feel everything he was going to give you, so you never have to question his intentions again.

his grip tightened when you leaned up to kiss him, trying so hard to apologize through your touch. “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.”

“hey. hey.” he soothed as he saw your tears. “you didn’t do anything wrong, okay? you don’t have to be sorry.”

“but you never gave up trying to talk to me, and i pushed you away every time.”

“because you were hurt in the past.” he spoke calmly, watching as you try to blink back your tears before they fell. “fuma told us about your guy’s upbringing, and i didn’t realize the effect that had on you until the last time we talked.”

“i missed you.” you admitted quietly, watching as his breath hitched at your words.

“i missed you too.” he admitted. “every time i’m in my room, i’m just brought back to that night over and over again.”

“i shouldn’t have left. i didn’t want too.” nicholas smiles at your confession.

“i should’ve been clearer about what this was.” he told you. “this wasn’t just one night, red. never was. i wanted you that night and every night since then, and i will want you just as much tomorrow.” you push down the fear at his words, nodding your head. you were ready to try. you wanted to trust him when he said he wasn’t leaving. he leaned his forehead against yours. “and i will tell you every day until you believe me because i’m not going anywhere.”

you push forward, pulling him closer to you as you kissed him. his hand splayed across your lower back, keeping you in place. he kept the pace slow– hand guiding your head how he wanted to, tilting your head back as his lips left yours. he kissed your neck, leaving marks on your sensitive skin. your hands let go of his jacket when you feel him shrug it off before throwing it onto the couch behind you.

he kept his kisses and touches slow, but they did become more heated– setting your skin on fire. his hands trailing down to your waist. “where’s your room, red?”

“behind you.” you answer, letting out a shriek when he threw you over his shoulder just like he did last time. “i have legs, you know?” you heard him chuckle as he opened the door. you thought that was the end of it, but you jumped when you felt a sharp pain. “did you just bite my ass?”

your back landed against the mattress as he threw you off of his shoulder, but instead of crawling on top of you, he stood in between your open legs, gripping your thighs before pulling your hips to the edge of the bed. his eyes, dark and glazed with lust, trailed over you, lingering on the exposed skin where your shirt rode up. you sit up, pulling the shirt over your head before throwing it behind you. he kneels in front of you when you take your bra off as well, hands roaming your body as he attached his lips to yours. the softness from before was slowly going away– him starting to roughly grip your breasts, rolling your nipple between his fingers and smirking against your lips when you moan into him.

“tell me, red.” he spoke as he pulled away from your lips– still keeping his hands cupped to your breasts. “tell me how much you’ve been craving for me to touch you again.”

you gasp when his lips suddenly attach to your nipple, sucking harshly before biting down hard enough to have you jerk in his hold. “so bad, weno. i had to keep myself b-busy constantly or my mind would drift to you. sleep was a nightmare.”

“my poor girl.” he teased, teeth nipping at your skin– tongue running over the marks. “it’s okay though. i’ll take care of you, red.”

“please.” you almost moan out when his hands unbutton your shorts. his mouth leaves yours before he pushes you back flat on the bed, motioning for you to lift your hips. he pulls them down, leaving you exposed for him– waiting as he ran his hands along your thighs.

“look how pretty you are waiting for me.” his voice rough as he pressed kisses to your thighs, biting down and causing you to yelp when you whine at his words. “you’re practically dripping onto the bed, red. you’re that desperate for me?”

you nod your head. “yes.”

“say please.”

“please.” you beg him.

“please what?” you nearly groan out when his fingers run along your soaked slit before pulling away. his fingers glistened with your arousal before he stuck them in his mouth, shamelessly cleaning you off of him– eyes closing in pleasure.

“please touch me.”

as soon as the words left your mouth, he latched to you like a starving man. the loudest moan left your lips at the action, back arching as his tongue flicks your clit. he hums at the sound causing a whimper to leave your lips at the sensation. your hands gripped the sheets as you try to ground yourself as you became overwhelmed with pleasure.

his tongue pushed inside of you, starting out slow before speeding up. a broken moan left you when you felt his piercing against your walls. you could tell he was loving the sounds, loving unraveling you by the tightening of his hands on your thighs– pulling you closer to his mouth. his hands held you open when you tried to close your legs when he curled his tongue. he heard your broken sounds, smirking when one of them sounded like ‘more.’

he curled his tongue one last time before licking a long strip up your core. one of his hands left your thighs, running down to your soaked core. he slid his fingers through your slick before thrusting two fingers inside of you, watching you as you sharply cry out in pleasure. his eyes watched you as he moved his fingers, curling them just right– your back arching at the feeling. his gaze stayed on you while his lips circled your clit, flicking and sucking at the bud.

“weno-” you cry out as his mouth and hand worked together as he brought you closer to your high. you could feel him smirk at every sound or movement you made, like watching you brought him as much pleasure as he was giving you. he had no intentions on stopping until you were clenching around his fingers.

every nerve in your body felt like it was on fire. your back arched when his fingers curled again. “w-weno. can i please- fuck?”

“can you please what, red?” he teased, knowing exactly what you wanted. he could tell by your trembling thighs and how tightly you were clenching around his fingers that you were close. “do you want to come?”

all you could do is nod your head, way to lost in pleasure. you feel him chuckle against your skin as he kisses along your thigh. “i can feel you shaking, red. just give into me. let me know how good i make you feel.”

that was all you needed to fall over the edge. you moan out his name, not weno this time, but his actual name. he didn’t know how bad he needed to hear you moan his name until it was falling from your lips. he groaned, helping you down from your high before climbing on top of you, capturing your lips. you could feel his erection through his jeans, twitching when you groan out his name again.

your hands trail down his torso, pulling at the edge of his shirt and helping him take it off. you do the same to his bottoms before you reach from him– trying to return the favor when he stops you. “not so fast, red. no moving until i’m inside of you.”

“but-”

“no buts, baby.” he stops you, eyes dark with need. you try again, but this time he grabs your hand– intertwining your fingers. “be good, or i’ll make you beg for it.”

but he doesn’t because a second later he’s sliding into you with one smooth thrust. his hips press against yours, lips kissing your face as you feel all of the air leave your lungs at the feeling of him inside of you. you choke out a gasp, feeling overwhelmed with the feeling of him– not thinking you would ever feel it again.

“there she is.” he coos, biting the lobe of your ear as he starts to move. “there’s my girl. so tight and perfect for me.”

you cling to him as his thrusts start going deeper as he speeds up– groaning against your skin like he’s been wanting this just as much as you have. like he’s stayed up all night, going over that night over and over until you pass out from exhaustion. “weno- mhm”

“that’s it.” his lips press against yours as he felt the stinging of your nails digging into his skin. “are you finally letting go for me, red?”

you nod, or at least you think you do. it felt like a blur. that could also be from the tears wheeling in your eyes. him moving inside of you like he owns every part of you– even the parts you tried so hard to guard from him. all of your reserve was slipping away with every thrust of his hips.

“do you feel that?” he questions, feeling the exact same thing you do. “that’s real. we are real. you don’t get to run anymore.”

you swallow your sob as you pull him down to your lips. the man above you was the only thing holding you together at this point, and you felt like he knew it by how tightly his arms were holding you. he groans against your lips when you clench around him– coming completely unraveled. “nicholas.”

“i know, my girl.” he whispers, feeling the same as you. “come on. give it to me again. i know you can.”

his hips meet yours one last time, and you feel him coat your walls at the same time that you come undone. you cling to him tightly as he helps the two of you come down from your highs, breathing heavy when he finally stills. his weight not heavy but grounding on top of you as he rests his head on yours. you felt one of the tears that you had been holding hit your cheek. nicholas of course noticing before wiping it away.

“hey now.” he murmurs softly as a couple more tears fall. “don’t cry, red. we’re okay. you’re okay.”

you could hear the underlining fear in his voice– scared that he pushed you too hard. maybe even scared you were going to leave again. “we’re okay.”

“i didn’t push too hard, did i?” you shake your head at his question.

“no. it- it was perfect.”

“good. because if you try to leave me again, i’m chaining myself to you.” you laugh at his threat, feeling as he lets out a breath of relief at the sound. like he knows that you aren’t running. you weren’t going to push him away again. “all seriousness. you can’t leave me after this like some sort of fucked up fairy tale.”

your hands run through his hair, something you’ve found he likes. “i’m not going anywhere this time.”

“damn right you’re not.” he kisses the tip of your nose before moving away from you. he got you clean and comfortable before he got into bed behind you, holding you tightly– pressing light kisses to your neck as the two of you let sleep take over. “goodnight, red.”

“goodnight weno.”

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three months later

“you move one more fucking time, and i’m tattooing dumbass on you.”

“your threats turn me on, baby.”

you roll your eyes, readjusting your legs where you were straddling nicholas. he has been begging you for the last two months to teach you how to tattoo, so you could tattoo him. it took forever for you to say yes. you practiced for many hours on practice skins before you even thought about inking him– with him teaching you every step of the way. so here you were, sitting on his lap in one of the private rooms while tattooing a design the two of you came up with together.

“you’re lucky i like you.” you grumble as the buzzing of the tattoo starts up again as you continue your piece. his hands were gentle, trying not to distract you as the rested on your hips.

“it’s a good thing you do because you’re stuck with me.” you glance up at him to see him smiling down at you– no smirk or teasing in sight. and since you had the machine away from his skin, he leaned forward to kiss your cheek. “and i’m not going anywhere.”

after three months of him being by your side, not only saying that but proving it multiple times a day, you believed him. “i know.”

“i’m proud of you, red.” you keep your focus on the tattoo, but preen at his praise.

“i don’t want to stroke your impossible ego, but i wouldn’t have done it if it weren’t for you. you’re very stubborn.”

he laughs at your words. “you started out cute. why did you ruin it?”

“i told you. i can’t let this ego get any bigger.”

you finish up the tattoo, cleaning it up like he taught you before climbing off of his lap. he looked at it in the mirror before turning to you. “you did so good. though i don’t expect anything less from my girl.”

he pulls you into his arms, leaning down before stealing a kiss. you pull him closer to you, not letting him pull away from you just yet. his arms wrapped around you, tucking you into his chest where you felt like you were meant to be. when you pulled away, you kissed the new tattoo– a mark on him caused by you, just like he marked you.

you didn’t realize what life could feel when you didn’t run. you don’t know why you didn’t stop sooner, but a part of you is glad you didn’t. because you may not have the man who was holding you like you were his whole world. “i didn’t believe you could make me feel like this.”

“like what?”

“safe. secure.” you answer before looking up and meeting his gaze. “and so stupidly in love with you.”

you feel him still for a beat, like he was trying to make sure you actually said that, and it wasn’t his mind playing tricks on him. once he realizes you said that, he grins larger than you’ve ever seen as he brings his lips to yours, cupping your cheeks as he did so. “i love you too”

he pulls you back into him, and as his lips perfectly mold with yours, you realize something. you didn’t just stop running. you didn’t just stay. you chose him. and you weren't going anywhere unless he was by your side.