Caleb loves when you wear his shirts around the house. Seeing you draped in fabric and sneaking quick sniffs of his lingering scent when you think he's not looking always makes him smirk.
But, sometimes he loves when you wear your own clothes, nothing but a tank top and panties to combat the summer heat. It always gives him the perfect view of your smooth thighs, the curve of your ass, and your bare stomach peeking out. God, he can stare at you, walking around the house and unintentionally teasing him, all day.
You are laying on your stomach in bed when he, already shedding his work uniform, walks into your bedroom. Your eyes are glued to the television screen, watching the latest episode of some trashy reality TV series you swear you aren't addicted to. A remote in one hand and your other fingers idly picking at the rubber buttons.
“Hey,” you greet as he comes through the door. You toss him a quick smile before falling back into the drama happening on screen.
He would have replied with a similar greeting and gone straight to the shower to wash off the stress of his day, but the sight of you on the bed with your tank top riding up, exposing your waist, and the cotton panties you are wearing make him consider other methods of stress relief.
He drops the shirt he pried off to the floor, already feeling his cock begin to ache. You're so oblivious to the way he feels, what you do to him—it’s torture.
Your feet kick in the air, completely clueless to the man stalking closer to you with a hungry look in his eye—one that can only be satisfied with you on your back moaning his name.
“Hey, pip?”
You hum, unable to tear your gaze from the ‘lovers’ on screen starting a screaming match. Your lower lip is caught between your teeth, a cute habit you have whenever you are focused.
And every time he sees it, he just wants to kiss them until they are swollen and begging.
He grabs your swaying leg and rubs circles on your ankle with his thumb. Your lips curl into a sly grin as you glance at him from the corner of your eyes.
“Need something?” Your voice is already low and teasing. You know him well enough to know the look in his eye—the one that says he wants to devour you.
“You.”
Direct. Firm. The tone he likes to use whenever he wants his point across. He isn't in the mood for games—not tonight.
His hand moves up your leg, slowly smoothing over your skin, until it reaches the inner part of your thigh, his fingers just barely touching your center.
You rest your cheek on your fist as you look back at him, batting your pretty lashes.
His cock twitches in his pants. You were just begging to be fucked, looking like that and acting innocent. And you won't get away with it either.
“Can you wait five more minutes? Andy just called his girlfriend a-”
Caleb’s lips are on yours, silencing whatever excuse you were giving and rolling you onto your back. His hand cradles your neck, just barely applying pressure, and pulls you closer.
Tongues clash, exploring and delving into your mouths. He tastes like lemon—you can't get enough.
Your fingers curl into his hair, switching between tugging and scratching, as his hand slips beneath your top. Long fingers mould around your breast, groping the tender mound until you arch into his touch.
When you part, nothing but a string of spit connects you. His thumb swipes across your swollen lower lip, smearing your saliva across your cheek.
“I don't want to wait,” he pants. “So, if you don't want this, tell me now.”
Violet eyes search yours before drifting lower to your chest where your perky nipples peak through the thin fabric of your tank top. His thumb circles your cheek gently, but all he wants to do is grab your tits again and put his mouth on you. Maybe—no, definitely—leave his mark on you or in you.
You turn your cheek into his touch and kiss his palm. “I want you, Caleb.”
He’s on you again, wasting no time hoisting you up onto his lap where you settle comfortably against the outline of his cock, grinding down through your panties.
He shudders as your hips move slowly against him. “How ‘bout you ride me then?”
You pout, stilling your movements. “You didn't want to wait five minutes, and now you're making me do all the work?”
He clicks his tongue and swats your hip, making you squeak. “Get movin’.”
You huff, moving to pull off your top but Caleb grabs your wrist.
“Keep that,” he orders. “Your panties too.”
You already look so perfect with the strap of your tank top falling off your shoulder, the hem clinging to your body just below your breasts, and damp panties sticking to your cunt. He can't wait to fill you and have you keep those panties on in a pathetic attempt to stop his cum from leaking out of you.
Caleb slips your panties to the side to start toying with your clit. You shudder against him, grinding yourself against his fingers as he rubs slow circles around your nub. Arousal leaks from you, smearing on the bedsheets.
“Messy girl,” he tsks, gathering the slick from your fluttering hole to coat his fingers. The sloppy sounds of him playing with your pussy make you bury your face in his neck, heat rising to your cheek, as you moan.
He unbuckles his pants and pulls out his stiff, aching cock, stroking himself as you watch with hungry and eager eyes. “Come on,” he urges, eyes flicking between your face and your dripping cunt. “Sit on it.”
You drag yourself from the crook of his neck with a whine. “Aren't you going to help me first?”
Any other day, definitely. He would worship you, prep you, have you come on his fingers and mouth until you're a puddle before sinking into you. But he's needy too, desperate for you now.
Caleb’s thumb brushes the sensitive, red tip of his cock, smearing the pearly precum down his shaft. He pants, “I said I didn't want to wait.”
Your mouth goes dry from watching him touch himself while he stares at you through his disheveled bangs. Suddenly, you're feeling impossibly empty. “F-Fine.”
You raise your hips, positioning your dripping cunt over his cock as his hands move to your hips to steady you, and sink slowly, welcoming him into your warmth.
Caleb stretches you out, fills you so well. You can't help but curl into him, pressing your forehead to his, heated breaths mingling together as your body grows overwhelmed. You only get halfway before you feel your aching cunt begin to resist him.
“Mm, you're too big, Caleb” you moan, clawing his shoulders as you clench around his girth.
“Ngh, fuck,” he grunts, throwing his head against the headboard. His adam's apple bobs as he swallows back a moan when you inch off his dick and slide back down, getting a little deeper than before. “You can take more than that. I know you can.”
You shake your head, whining out broken words, “Can't- need you- do it for me.”
His hands tighten on your waist, cock twitching against your walls. A hungry gaze travels down the expanse of your trembling body to the point where you two meet, nearly entwined fully. “You need me?”
“Mhm,” you hum, “need you.”
You press your lips to his, mumbling out a please and threading your fingers in his hair. He happily swallows your pleas with his tongue and a rough snap of his hips, burying himself deep in your cunt.
“Mmph!” You cry between his lips, trying to adjust to the sudden fullness. “Ahh, C-Caleb!”
With no time to adjust, his thrusts are rough, forcing you to fit and mold to his length. The wet sounds of your pussy eagerly sucking him back in drowns out the television and parts of your broken moans.
“Can you feel me?” His fingers push against your plush belly, feeling for the shape of his cock inside you, adding the perfect pressure that lets you feel him deep. “Right here.”
He can practically see his cock spearing you, bulging your tummy with every thrust, making you his. You’re disheveled with swollen lips, a sheen of sweat glossing your skin, bouncing tits nearly spilling out of your top with every thrust. All because of him.
“Feels s-so good,” you slur, lidded eyes begging to shut, sink into the feeling of your core tightening around him, growing closer to your release. “Don't- don't stop.”
“I won't,” he growls. Nothing can tear him from your perfect cunt.
Caleb pushes you onto your back, climbing over you and pushing your legs to your chest. This new angle hits all the right spots as he continues fucking you with a new, feral vigor.
Having you on your back, legs wide, taking his cock with that fucked out expression—fuck, he needs to come in you. Stuff you full of cum and watch it ooze out of your pretty little pussy while you squirm and whine about how sticky you feel.
Caleb, I want a shower.
Caleb, I'm still sensitive.
Caleb, I can't take more.
But he can't help but want more—to sink into you over and over again, overstimulate you until you cry, until the only thing you know is his name and his cock forever.
Your cunt tightens around him, feeling your orgasm approaching like a wave, threatening to crash over you.
His thrusts get sloppy, breath run ragged. His own release fast approaching. “Fuck, let me come in you, please, please.”
When your head tilts down to see when your bodies collide in a violent union, you bite your lip, nodding frantically. You voice rises in pitched moans. “Yes, come inside me! I need it!”
Caleb clings to your hips with a deep final thrust, coming in thick, hot ropes inside you until you're stuffed full of his cum. Your own orgasm crashes over you to milk his cock dry.
While you both catch your breaths, Caleb slips out of you slowly, mindful of the way you wince. “You're okay,” he soothes, running his hand over your cheek.
You're already leaking when he pulls away, but he won't have that. You need to stay filled or he’ll just have to keep stuffing you with his cum until there's no denying that you're his.
Caleb slips your underwear back into place, cupping your cunt to keep you from leaking and shushing you when you start to whimper. “Shh, keep it in.”
You're weak against the sheets, hot and sticky, squirming against his palm. Hands weakly attempt to push him away. “But Caleb-”
“I know, I know,” he says with a smirk. “Just stay like this for a while.”
A/N: okay fine this was 100% self indulgent and I want Caleb to do this to me (人 •͈ᴗ•͈) reblogs and comments always appreciated! thanks for reading!
⌗iseered— you and yuma both being freaked out over each other wearing a red cap
( nakakita yuma x fem!reader ) • warnings. language , unprotected sex , riding , both reader and yuma are crazy 𓄵 word count. 600 { back to library }
( request ). there’s been a resurgence of the legendary &day performance with red cap yuma on my fyp and lowkey need a fic where reader fucks him while he’s wearing the cap but then the tables turn where he puts the red cap on her while she rides him ..
( yeni’s note ). first yuma smut .. i hope it did okay😔
you felt like a stupid teenager ; getting all worked up over a hat , but yuma was happy to give in to your every need — so when you asked him to keep the hat on while he fucked , he listened.
“fu-fuck baby.” his chain moving back and forth , the little pendant grazing your nose as he fucked into you , the hat low on his head as he stretched you out. “taking my cock like such a good girl.” he grabbed your cheeks , forcing you to look at him. “look at me.”
“yu-yuna shit.” he smiled, biting down on your neck , using his thumb to rub harsh circles on your clit. “fuck you’re so hot.”
he laughed , hitting that one spot that had you screaming as he pounded into you. “yeah? you look good to baby , all fucked out on my dick , you gonna cum?” you nodded , your hole clenching tightly around him. “fu-fuck yeah.. cum on cock babe.”
watching you moan out as you came hard around him, he was enamored with how much you were so turned on by something as simple as a red hat on him — he had to see what you saw. “fuck baby you look so good cumming for me.”
“did that hat turn you on that bad?” he slipped out of you , flipping you over so you were now on top , his cock twitching against your ass. “you came so hard over this hat.” he slapped your ass.
“you just look so good.” he took the hat off , putting it on top of your head , lifting you up , lining his cock up with your hole.
“sit on my cock baby.”
guiding you down on his cock , hissing as he fully bottomed out. “oh fuck , ride me baby.”
he didn’t know what it was , but the hat contrasting with your sweaty skin , and your boobs bouncing in his face as moved up and down on his cock — he was going fucking crazy , you looked so good. “sh-shit you do look good with my hat on.” you moaned out , he slapped your ass. “that’s , keep riding my cock baby, fuck.”
“sh-shit yuma.” you reached to take the hat off , he grabbed your hands.
“no-no baby , keep it on , you look so fucking good -shit- i’m about to cum.” he moaned out. “fuck go faster.” he bucked his hips up , meeting your thrust , the headboard hitting as he reached for your boobs , pinching your nipples.
“fuck yuma , i’m gonna cum!” you screamed , he grabbed your hips , holding you down as he fucked up into you. your body doubled over as you both came , his name falling off your lips as he pumped thick spurts of cum into you. “oh fuck!”
his soft cock slipping out of you , cum leaking out of you. “shit babe.” he chuckled breathlessly , you took the hat off , tossing it to the side of the bed. “what did that hat do to you , i don’t think you’ve ever ridden me like that before.”
your cheeks flushed , hiding your face in his neck. “that damn video i saw of you on stage.” you whined. “you looked so good i couldn’t help myself.” your words muffled.
“should i wear it more often , if it gets you like this?” his fingers tapping your ass softly , a tell-tale signal that he was ready to go again. “or maybe you wear it again?”
safe to say that hat went between both of yall during that that night…
tags: possessive fwb!yuma, degradation, condescension, sending noods:p, yuma jerking off to you in the mirror ~
wc: 1k
a note: soft launching my possessive, toxic bf!yuma headcannon cause im sick n twisted XD hope u love it ! love youu ~ - vivi🍰
Imagine…
Yuma as your possessive fuck buddy who’s always spamming you every time you go out. He saysss commitment isn’t his thing, and yet he’s stuck on you like glue, blowing your phone up over an instagram story.
The bass blasting through the speakers nearly rattled the glass windows of the bar, neon strobe lights painting the dance floor as you press between strangers, bumping and grinding to the provocative melody. Your fingers are sticky from your drink spilling over them, feet aching and body buzzing. Literally, your phone won’t stop buzzing.
You’ve ignored his calls all night; that was the plan after all. He called himself trying to make you jealous by telling you his ex had stopped by the other day. You shrugged it off, you wouldn’t dare show him what he meant to you. That would ruin the fun.
So you plotted. It was a simple, foolproof plan; get dressed up, post on your story looking hot, then go get drunk and pretend he doesn’t exist. The added caption of “anybody wanna buy me a drink? I’ll give you a kiss for it~” was just the cherry on top. And it definitely worked, now suddenly he couldn’t leave you alone.
You smirked to yourself as you pull your phone out of your bra, scrolling through over 60 missed notifications from him. The nerve he had to ever pretend to be nonchalant.
“Girl, is he deadass still calling you?” Your friends laugh in unison as one speaks up. “That man is down horrendous.”
“I mean can you blameeee him though?” You press your tongue against your teeth conceitedly. “But im gonna go give him a call back really quick, I don’t want him to do something stupid.”
“Pfffttt, it genuinely can’t be that deep.” She laughs loudly, sipping her drink.
“Aweee, atleast you love him backkk.” Your other friend shoves your arm, playfully mocking you.
“Shut upppp. I’ll be right back, later.”
The girls wave you off as you step outside, drink in hand as the blaring music fades into the background.
You begin reading over his text messages as you step outside the cheap bar. The cool night air hitting your drunkenly fevered skin abruptly, making you shiver as you set your drink down beside you.
His messages started hours ago, as soon as you arrived to the bar. You snicker to yourself, amused by the gradual desperation in the text.
6 missed calls
9:52 pm
“Eh? What do you think you’re doing y/n, at the club without me?”
9:56 pm
“I could’ve bought your drinks you know 🙄 where are you?”
10:02 pm
“You’re not gonna send me your location? I can come get you cutie, lmk”
10:07 pm
“Why are you ignoring me?”
4 missed calls
10:15 pm
“I just saw your story, quit ignoring me y/n.” “Miss you :(.”
10:45 pm
“I’m gonna track you down if you don’t answer y/n, you’re not funny.”
“I’ll get your friend’s location.”
“That’s what you really want huh? You want me to come running back to you like a dumb puppy.”
“You’re the dumb puppy tho, posting just to get my attention. You want me sooo baddd, just admit it 🙄”
10:57 pm
“Answer your fucking phone y/n.”
8 missed calls
11:20 pm
“3 video attachments.”
Your eyes hover over the message, hesitantly opening it. You corner yourself against the stairs, shielding your phone from passing eyes. You let a small, strained laugh out as the video plays.
He’s sitting on his couch, glaring at the camera with furrows brows.
“You know, you’re trying too hard baby..you could’ve just called me. Could’ve been stretching you out by now..” he lowers the camera to his lap as his rock hard, girthy length twitches beneath his grey sweats. He grabs it through the thick fabric, slapping it against the phone camera vulgarly. Then he brings the camera back up to his face, ghosting his tongue over his lower lip as he tucks it between his teeth, ending the video.
The heat rises to your cheeks as you lower the volume, clicking the next video.
This time he’s in the bathroom, filming himself in the mirror. The stark, stale lighting highlights his expression, brows pinched upward at the center as lips form a soft “O”. His eyes are narrowed, yearning as he fists his lengthy, pretty cock in his right hand.
It’s blushed and dripping, throbbing erotically as his sweet, slutty whines slip from his open mouth. He pants softly as his moans grow louder with every feeble stroke, a subtle pink hue sweeps over his cheeks as his head tilts back, bare chest rising and falling rapidly
“Babyyy~..fuck.” He lets out a lewd, drawn out moan as his eyes screw shut. “You need this cock, I know you do. You want all this cum inside you cutie? Yeah? that’s why you’re acting up huh..” he breathes out as he thrusts into his hand desperately.
“You just need to be fucked and bred, like the good little bitch you are.” He grits, sucking the air through his teeth as he tilts his head down, eyes locked on you in the mirror. “I’ll give it to you baby, I’ll give it to you so fucking good~.”
He shivers, a string of whiney whimpers leave him as he paints the mirror with his milky white essence. He groans your name, drawing out the last few spurts with his head thrown back. Then he grins, wildly.
“Mmh~. This cock is yours, cutie. All yours.” He breathes out heavily with a soft chuckle, angling the camera down to review the mess he made. Then it cuts.
You squeeze your thighs together desperately, the wispy heat crawling your skin forming a nagging ache between them. You hadn’t even noticed your labored breathing until the video stops, leaving you in the silent echo of the night. Then you skim over the last two messages, and an indescribable feeling sinks from your chest to your stomach.
11:37 pm
“I got Liz’s location, on my way cutie ☺️”
11:44 pm
“Be there in 20. Dw I’ll buy you another drink 😘”
Your hands tremble as you stare at the screen, wide eyed. And almost on cue, his midnight blue Acura rsx pulls up in front of you, music blaring through his speakers.
He rolls his tinted window down, smiling ear to ear. You can’t help but smirk softly, though your heart races.
⌗iseered— you and yuma both being freaked out over each other wearing a red cap
( nakakita yuma x fem!reader ) • warnings. language , unprotected sex , riding , both reader and yuma are crazy 𓄵 word count. 600 { back to library }
( request ). there’s been a resurgence of the legendary &day performance with red cap yuma on my fyp and lowkey need a fic where reader fucks him while he’s wearing the cap but then the tables turn where he puts the red cap on her while she rides him ..
( yeni’s note ). first yuma smut .. i hope it did okay😔
you felt like a stupid teenager ; getting all worked up over a hat , but yuma was happy to give in to your every need — so when you asked him to keep the hat on while he fucked , he listened.
“fu-fuck baby.” his chain moving back and forth , the little pendant grazing your nose as he fucked into you , the hat low on his head as he stretched you out. “taking my cock like such a good girl.” he grabbed your cheeks , forcing you to look at him. “look at me.”
“yu-yuna shit.” he smiled, biting down on your neck , using his thumb to rub harsh circles on your clit. “fuck you’re so hot.”
he laughed , hitting that one spot that had you screaming as he pounded into you. “yeah? you look good to baby , all fucked out on my dick , you gonna cum?” you nodded , your hole clenching tightly around him. “fu-fuck yeah.. cum on cock babe.”
watching you moan out as you came hard around him, he was enamored with how much you were so turned on by something as simple as a red hat on him — he had to see what you saw. “fuck baby you look so good cumming for me.”
“did that hat turn you on that bad?” he slipped out of you , flipping you over so you were now on top , his cock twitching against your ass. “you came so hard over this hat.” he slapped your ass.
“you just look so good.” he took the hat off , putting it on top of your head , lifting you up , lining his cock up with your hole.
“sit on my cock baby.”
guiding you down on his cock , hissing as he fully bottomed out. “oh fuck , ride me baby.”
he didn’t know what it was , but the hat contrasting with your sweaty skin , and your boobs bouncing in his face as moved up and down on his cock — he was going fucking crazy , you looked so good. “sh-shit you do look good with my hat on.” you moaned out , he slapped your ass. “that’s , keep riding my cock baby, fuck.”
“sh-shit yuma.” you reached to take the hat off , he grabbed your hands.
“no-no baby , keep it on , you look so fucking good -shit- i’m about to cum.” he moaned out. “fuck go faster.” he bucked his hips up , meeting your thrust , the headboard hitting as he reached for your boobs , pinching your nipples.
“fuck yuma , i’m gonna cum!” you screamed , he grabbed your hips , holding you down as he fucked up into you. your body doubled over as you both came , his name falling off your lips as he pumped thick spurts of cum into you. “oh fuck!”
his soft cock slipping out of you , cum leaking out of you. “shit babe.” he chuckled breathlessly , you took the hat off , tossing it to the side of the bed. “what did that hat do to you , i don’t think you’ve ever ridden me like that before.”
your cheeks flushed , hiding your face in his neck. “that damn video i saw of you on stage.” you whined. “you looked so good i couldn’t help myself.” your words muffled.
“should i wear it more often , if it gets you like this?” his fingers tapping your ass softly , a tell-tale signal that he was ready to go again. “or maybe you wear it again?”
safe to say that hat went between both of yall during that that night…
sypnosis: your boyfriend sungchan was someone you never expected to have in your life, but now you can’t imagine it without him.
word count: 3.1k
warnings: alcohol, sungchan is down bad, both of them are clingy, barely suggestive at the end
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You still weren’t entirely sure how Sungchan had found you.
Actually, that wasn’t true. You knew how he’d found you. You just didn’t understand why he’d tried so hard.
You’d been sitting in the auditorium during your college’s welcome assembly, already regretting ever joining the club that had volunteered you to give a presentation.
You hated public speaking. You hated being looked at. And you especially hated the feeling of standing under bright stage lights while hundreds of people stared at you like you were supposed to know exactly what you were doing.
So you’d done what you always did when you were nervous. You’d kept your head down, spoken quietly, and gotten through it as quickly as possible.
You hadn’t noticed the tall boy sitting several rows back. Sungchan had noticed you though. He’d noticed you before you’d even started speaking. Apparently, he’d spent the entire presentation watching you.
And then, because Sungchan had always been a little too confident in his ability to get what he wanted, he’d decided he wanted to know you.
He asked around. He found out your name. He asked someone who knew someone who happened to have one of your classes. And eventually, he’d found your Instagram. Your very carefully organized Instagram.
Your profile picture was soft and pretty. Your feed was almost entirely pastel colors. Your highlights were arranged neatly, with one dedicated entirely to your music. You’d spent hours making that page look the way it did. Sungchan had apparently spent even longer looking through it.
His first message had been simple.
sungchan: hey
You’d stared at it for a good five minutes. You knew who he was. Everyone did.
Sungchan was the type of person who seemed to know everyone. He was always going to parties, always surrounded by people, always with Wonbin or Shotaro or both. He had the reputation of being the stereotypical college party boy, which had initially made you wonder why someone like him was messaging you.
You were quiet. You liked staying home. You made music by yourself. Your idea of a good Friday night was sitting cross-legged on your bedroom floor with your laptop open and your headphones on. Sungchan’s idea of a good Friday night seemed to involve somebody yelling his name from across a crowded house.
You’d replied anyway.
you: hi
And apparently, that was all the encouragement he’d needed. He kept talking to you. For weeks. You were almost impressed by his persistence. You’d give him one-word answers, and somehow he’d find another question. You’d take hours to respond, and he’d still message you later.
He’d ask about your music. He’d remember the answers. He’d ask what you were working on and then check back days later to see if you’d finished it. Eventually, you started looking forward to his messages. Then you agreed to a date.
You’d told NingNing it was just one.
“Just one,” you’d repeated while she stared at you.
“Right.”
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“Your face did.”
Ningning had laughed.
That one date became another. Then another. And somewhere between Sungchan picking you up for dinner and sitting in your room listening to unfinished songs while you nervously explained your production choices, you realized you actually liked him. A lot.
It wasn’t long before the two of you were official. And shortly after that, your Instagram had a new highlight. Right beside your music.
boyfriend <3
Ningning had made fun of you for it for approximately three days. You’d denied caring. You cared. A lot.
And now, several months into your relationship, you were sitting on the couch at one of Sungchan’s friend’s parties while he played cards across the room. Which was still slightly surreal. You didn’t really do parties. You’d never really done parties, actually.
But you’d started doing a lot of things since meeting Sungchan. You’d gone to football games. You’d gone out with his friends. You’d learned which restaurants he liked. You’d learned that Wonbin became unbearably competitive over card games. You’d learned that Shotaro somehow always ended up being the voice of reason. And, perhaps most surprisingly, you’d gotten to know their girlfriends.
They were sitting around you now, talking over one another. One of them was telling you a story about something that had happened at a party the previous weekend, and you were laughing so hard that you had to put your drink down.
“I swear, he just stood there,” she said, staring at you incredulously. “Like he didn’t know what he was doing.”
“Maybe he didn’t,” you said.
She gasped. You immediately covered your mouth.
“Oh my God.”
“You’re funny!” she accused.
You laughed.
“I’m not.”
“You are. You just don’t talk.”
That made you laugh harder.
“I talk.”
“Not at parties.”
You glanced across the room. Sungchan was still playing cards.
“I’m talking right now.”
“Because you’re drunk.”
“I’m not drunk.”
The girls looked at you. You frowned.
“I’m not.”
“Sure.”
You were about to defend yourself when you felt a familiar hand briefly touch your shoulder. You looked up. Sungchan. He’d apparently gotten up from the game at some point without you noticing. He leaned down, his face close enough that you could hear him over the music.
“Hey.”
“Hi.”
His eyes flicked down to your drink.
“You good?”
You nodded. He glanced at the girls.
“She’s good?”
One of them immediately nodded.
“She likes us more than you.”
Sungchan’s eyebrows lifted.
“That’s impossible.”
You smiled.
“She might be right.”
He looked offended.
“Wow.”
You laughed. He leaned down and pressed a quick kiss against your forehead.
“I’m going back.”
“Okay.”
“Text me if you need anything.”
“I will.”
His hand slid briefly to your waist before he disappeared back toward the card table.
One of the girls waited until he was gone. Then she looked at you. You knew that look.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Don’t.”
“He’s so obsessed with you.”
“He is not.”
Both girls stared at you. You frowned.
“What?”
“Girl.”
You looked toward Sungchan. He was already back at the table. His attention was on the cards. Or at least, it was supposed to be. Because the second you looked over, his eyes met yours. You smiled. He smiled back. Then Wonbin apparently said something because Sungchan turned his attention back to the game.
You looked down at your drink.
“He’s just nice.”
“Sure.”
“He checks on me.”
“Every five minutes.”
“He doesn’t.”
“He literally just did.”
You took another sip.
“Maybe, but I’m his girlfriend. He’s supposed to.”
The girl smiled.
“Exactly.”
You rolled your eyes.
You were trying to focus on their conversation again 30 minutes later when your phone buzzed. You pulled it from your lap.
sungchan: u okay?
You stared at the message. Then looked at him. He was still playing cards. You typed back.
you: yes
Three dots appeared.
sungchan: having fun?
you: yes
sungchan: good
You smiled despite yourself.
you: are you?
His response came almost immediately.
sungchan: would be more fun if u sat here
You looked across the room. He was looking directly at you now. You raised your eyebrows.
you: then come sit with me
His response:
sungchan: can’t
you: why
sungchan: winning
You laughed.
you: okay liar
The message was barely sent before Sungchan looked at you with the most offended expression you’d ever seen. You immediately started laughing. He pointed at you from across the room. You mouthed, sorry. He shook his head. Then he turned back toward the game. You were still smiling when one of the girls nudged your knee.
“You’re cute.”
You looked at her.
“What?”
“You two.”
Your smile softened.
“Oh.”
It was strange sometimes. How naturally he’d fit himself into your life. There was a time when you would’ve gone home instead of coming here. A time when you would’ve spent your entire night alone, headphones on, working on a song. You still did that. Sungchan had never asked you to stop. If anything, he was one of the people who encouraged it the most.
He’d sit on your bedroom floor while you worked. He’d ask what every little button did. He’d listen to unfinished songs that you weren’t even sure you liked yet. Sometimes he’d say things that made absolutely no sense.
“Why does it sound sad?”
“It’s not sad.”
“It sounds sad.”
“It’s R&B.”
“Same thing.”
You’d throw a pillow at him.
He’d laugh.
And somehow, this loud, outgoing, social person had become the one person you wanted around when you were doing the quiet things you loved.
You were thinking about that when you heard your name. You looked over. Sungchan had gotten up again. He was walking toward the kitchen. His eyes met yours. You expected him to come over. Instead, he simply pointed toward your empty cup. You looked down. Then back at him. He mouthed, drink? You nodded. He gave you a thumbs-up and disappeared. You smiled to yourself.
“He does that all the time,” you said.
The girl beside you looked amused.
“Does what?”
“Checks on me without actually checking on me.”
She laughed.
“That’s because he doesn’t want to look clingy.”
You looked at her.
“He’s not clingy.”
“No, but he’s definitely clingy with you.”
You couldn’t help smiling. A few minutes later, Sungchan returned with a fresh drink. Instead of handing it to you, he held it just out of reach. You looked at him.
“What?”
“Say please.”
You stared.
“Sungchan.”
“Please?”
He smiled. You reached for it. He moved it away. You narrowed your eyes.
“Give it to me.”
“That’s not please.”
“You’re annoying.”
“And?”
“Please.”
He immediately handed it over.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
He leaned down and kissed your forehead again. Then, without another word, he returned to his game. The girls watched him go. You could feel them looking at you. You refused to acknowledge it.
“Don’t.”
“We didn’t say anything.”
“Your faces did.”
They laughed. And the night continued. Sungchan came back once because he’d apparently lost a round and needed “moral support.” You told him that was unfortunate. He told you to stop being mean to him. You told him you weren’t. He kissed your cheek and went back to the table.
Later, he passed behind the couch and let his fingers skim over your shoulder. Then he sent you another text.
sungchan: i miss you pretty
You looked up. He wasn’t looking at you. You smiled at your phone.
you: you’re literally ten feet away
sungchan: doesn’t mean I can’t miss u
You shook your head.
you: baby
sungchan: ur a baby
You stared at that one for a second longer than necessary. Then you locked your phone. You didn’t reply. You didn’t need to. Across the room, Sungchan looked at you. You smiled. He smiled back. That was enough.
Another 30 minutes later, though, you found yourself getting up. It wasn’t because you were tired. It wasn’t because you wanted to go home. You were actually having fun. You just… missed him. Which was ridiculous. He wasn’t even that far away. But you’d spent the last two hours watching him from across the room, and suddenly you wanted to be beside him again.
So you walked over. Sungchan noticed you immediately. His head turned slightly, and the second he realized you were coming toward him, his arm lifted. You stepped into his space.
His arm wrapped around your waist without hesitation, pulling you comfortably against his side. He barely glanced away from you as his friends continued talking.
“What’s up, mama?”
You shook your head.
“Nothing.”
“You okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Having fun?”
You nodded. His hand moved slowly along your waist.
“Ready to leave?”
You shook your head. That made him pause. His eyes moved over your face.
“Are you sure?”
You nodded.
“I’m okay.”
He watched you for another second. You smiled.
“Really.”
“Okay.”
He seemed satisfied. Then he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against your arm. You looked at him. He was already turning back toward the game. Then he patted his thigh. You blinked.
“What?”
“Come here.”
“Sungchan.”
“Come on.”
“Why?”
He looked at you like the answer should’ve been obvious.
“Good luck charm.”
You laughed.
“You’re already winning.”
“Exactly.”
“That doesn’t make sense.”
“Sit down.”
You rolled your eyes. But you did. You settled onto his lap, one arm loosely around his shoulders while his hand rested against your waist. The conversation around the table continued. Wonbin looked at you.
“Did he seriously make you sit there?”
Sungchan answered without looking up.
“She’s my good luck charm.”
“You’re so annoying.”
“Yet I’m winning.”
Shotaro laughed. You smiled and rested your chin lightly against Sungchan’s shoulder. He glanced up at you.
“Comfortable?”
“Mhm.”
“Good.”
Then he returned to the cards. You watched for a while. You weren’t particularly interested in the game. You were more interested in Sungchan. His little expressions. The way he rubbed his thumb over the side of your waist absentmindedly. The way he’d occasionally lean his head against yours for a second before sitting straight again. The way he smiled when he knew he’d played the right card. Eventually, Wonbin groaned. Sungchan’s smile widened.
“No way.”
“Way.”
“Bro.”
Sungchan laughed. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. He looked so happy. And you suddenly felt that familiar feeling in your chest. Warm. Full. Almost too much. You loved him. It hit you so suddenly that you almost laughed. Because this wasn’t the life you’d imagined for yourself.
You’d always thought you’d be happiest alone. In your room. Making music. You’d never been the girl who dreamed about having a boyfriend. You’d never been particularly interested in dating. And then Sungchan had walked into your life and somehow made you realize that maybe being loved didn’t have to mean giving up the quiet parts of yourself.
He loved the quiet parts. He loved watching you work. He loved your music. He loved when you got shy. He loved when you finally opened up enough to tease him. He loved you. And sometimes you still couldn’t believe it.
Sungchan suddenly looks down at you. His smile faded slightly.
“What?”
You blinked.
“What?”
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re about to cry.”
You immediately frowned.
“I’m not.”
He studied you. Then his expression softened.
“You okay?”
You nodded.
“Yeah.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
He kissed your temple.
“Okay.”
Then he turned back to the game. You smiled against his shoulder. A few minutes later, he won. Again. Sungchan immediately leaned back with a triumphant smile.
“You see?”
You laughed.
“Congratulations.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re so proud of yourself.”
“Because I’m good.”
“You got lucky.”
His head snapped toward you.
“Excuse me?”
You smiled innocently.
“You heard me.”
“After I just won?”
“You got lucky.”
He stared at you. Then he leaned closer.
“You’re supposed to be on my side.”
“I am.”
“Then tell me I did good.”
You laughed.
“You did good.”
“Again.”
“Sungchan.”
“Say it.”
“You did good, baby.”
“Thank you.”
He kissed your cheek. You rolled your eyes. His friends immediately started complaining about his favoritism.
“Shut up,” Sungchan said.
You laughed. He looked entirely too pleased with himself. Eventually, he tapped out of the game. Wonbin immediately protested. Sungchan shook his head.
“Nope.”
“You’re scared.”
“I’m not scared.”
“Then play.”
Sungchan stood, helping you up with him.
“I have to get her home.”
You frowned.
“What?”
Sungchan looked down at you.
“I’m taking you home.”
“But—”
“No.”
“I didn’t even say anything.”
“You were about to.”
You stared at him. He smiled.
“We’re leaving.”
You glanced toward the table. Then at him.
“I’m fine.”
“I know.”
“Then why are we leaving?”
He grabbed your jacket from the back of the couch.
“Because I’m taking you home.”
You crossed your arms.
“Sungchan.”
“Baby.”
“I don’t want to leave yet.”
He paused. For half a second, you thought you’d won. Then he handed you your jacket.
“Too bad.”
You stared at him.
He stared back.
“Come on.”
“You’re annoying.”
“You love me.”
You hated how easily that made you smile.
“Unfortunately.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
He helped you into your jacket anyway. Then he said goodbye to everyone, promising Wonbin he’d finish their game another night.
You said goodbye to the girls, who immediately made you promise to come to the next party even if Sungchan wasn’t there. You laughed.
“Okay.”
Sungchan overheard.
“Absolutely not.”
You looked at him.
“Why?”
“Because then I’ll have to worry about you.”
You stared.
“I’m literally an adult.”
“I know.”
“I can take care of myself.”
“I know.”
“Then?”
He opened the front door.
“Still don’t like it.”
You laughed. Outside, the cool air felt good against your warm face. Sungchan walked beside you, his hand settling naturally at the small of your back.
When you reached the car, he opened your door. You looked at him.
“You’re being weird.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“How?”
“You’re doing the gentleman thing.”
“I always do the gentleman thing.”
You stared at him.
“Don’t.”
He laughed. You climbed inside. Sungchan closed your door, walked around the car, and got into the driver’s seat. For a moment, neither of you said anything. Then you looked over.
“You really didn’t have to take me home.”
He started the car.
“I know.”
“I was fine.”
“I know.”
“You keep saying that.”
“Because I know you’re fine.”
You frowned.
“Then why?”
He glanced over at you. His eyes lingered on your body for a second. Then he smiled. You immediately became suspicious.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Sungchan.”
He pulled out of the driveway. You watched him.
“Why did you actually want to leave?”
He laughed.
“Nothing.”
“Tell me.”
“It’s embarrassing.”
That caught your attention. You turned toward him.
“What?”
He shook his head.
“Nothing.”
“Sungchan.”
He sighed. Then he reached over and placed his hand on your thigh.
“I wanted to get you home quickly.”
You waited.
“Why?”
His thumb brushed over your knuckles. He looked at you for a second. And smiled.
“Because I like you in that dress.”
You stared at him.
“What does that even mean?“
“I’m kinda horny.”
You blinked.
“Sungchan, you made me leave a party because I made you randomly horny?”
He shrugged.
“Very horny.”
You sigh with a smile, hiding your face with your hands. He immediately smiled too.
“Don’t be embarrassed.”
“You’re insatiable.”
“You’re just hot.”
“That doesn’t make any sense.”
“It does to me.”
You lowered your hands. He was still smiling. You couldn’t help smiling back. And as he drove you home, your hand stayed in his.
⤷ has a strange collection of vintage dvds and magazines.
⤷ rare stuff that he treats like art rather than smut.
⤷ fuma i never want to speak on your name i'm sorry…
「 k. 」
amateur porn star.
⤷ makes homemade couple porn or something with a close friend.
⤷ domestic/bf vibes in every video.
⤷ very soft with each other even when they're having rough sex.
⤷ people assume they're actually dating because of the insane chemistry even though they never show their faces.
⤷ its his fun dirty little secret no one else really knows.
「 nicholas. 」
boyfriend for hire.
⤷ specializes in "turn your brain off for the night, i'll handle it."
⤷ rent him to be your date to an event or just for a night on the town.
⤷ doesn't always sleep with his client (his discretion) but usually cuddles and will spend the night.
⤷ just trying to pay off his student loans since being an analyst pays shit.
⤷ big nico because he has a big... you know?
⤷ and loves hearing the women he sleeps with rave about it.
⤷ has had several repeat customers and older women that recommend him to their friends.
「 yuma. 」
audio erotica.
⤷ just a side hobby for him.
⤷ tbh 9/10 times forgets to record or that he even has the account.
⤷ started because a girl he was seeing freshman year of college told him she wanted a video with the sound on and he didn't know what that meant but she liked his voice enough to let the completely black screen slide.
⤷ posts sporadically but always makes waves when he does.
⤷ people have offered him money for custom audios and he always turns them down.
「 jo. 」
nsfw artist.
⤷ ironically he’s a sfw artist that just loves drawing nsfw.
⤷ sketches, 3d hentai, sfx (would sometimes collab with yuma), it’s soooo fun.
⤷ started because a girl who once modeled nude for his art class at his college said he captured her the best so she inspired his oc.
⤷ he’s super popular on twitter, gets lots of donations and commissions.
⤷ multiple girls are lined up to either be his model or voice actress.
「 harua. 」
cam boy brat.
⤷ sugars on the side.
⤷ likes being degraded by his audience when he's bad.
⤷ lover of milfs (and dilfs), and has a sugar mommy he sees once a month.
⤷ loves being wined and dined by her and then loved on at her fancy apartment uptown.
⤷ started doing both in college to pay rent, but now keeps it up because the extra cash is nice.
⤷ enamored with taking pictures during sex. has a collection of polaroids with his current FWB that he cherishes more than anything (always carries one in his phone case).
⤷ toyed with the idea of having her come on his streams but he doesn't want to share.
⤷ he should probably look into that more.
「 taki. 」
fetish model.
⤷ shibari, leather, latex.
⤷ you name it, he's most likely modeled it.
⤷ has portrait of himself (unrecognizable, facing away just his back criss crossed with ropes, hands bound at the base of his spine) hanging in his apartment.
⤷ his friends think its weird since they know he's the one in the picture but most of the girls he brings home just think he's into some freaky stuff.
⤷ people assume he likes really kinky sex because of his job but he prefers vanilla sex most of the time because his job is so kink heavy.
⤷ also often sends jo different poses to use for his artwork
「 maki. 」
nsfw twitter creator.
⤷ videos, pictures, sliding into dms.
⤷ maki does it all and enjoys the comments of people thirsting over him.
⤷ even if he's one dick among thousands.
⤷ for his day job he works in a sex store and flirts with the exotic dancers who come in to buy their costumes (turned down every single time, there's even a pool for how quickly he'll strike out).
⤷ the one girl that flirted back still lives in his brain rent free because all she did was smile and he folded like origami.
⤷ now when she comes in maki has to remind himself not to drool.
summary: good news! Maki is going to be the Romeo in the Romeo and Juliet play. but why does... everything goes downhill from there?
pairing: maus riki x reader
featuring: wonhee from illit, woonhak from boynextdoor, eunchae from lesserafim, harua and taki from &team. brief appearance of asa from babymonster and kyujin from nmixx
genres & tropes: best friend to lovers, slow burn... fluff with a sprinkle of angst! reader and maki are high school students!
word count: 9,720
author's thoughts: it's finally here! three weeks of writing because I was having author's block, then I was sick, TWICE! fml really. I'm really excited and enjoyed writing this, and I hope you enjoy reading this too!
Scene 1: The Troublesome Beginning
“Congrats on kissing the prettiest girl in the school,”
You said as soon as Maki walked out of the theater’s production room – you had overheard that he was picked to be the Romeo for the Romeo and Juliet play. Yesterday, the audition for Juliet was held and Eunchae was chosen to fill the role of Juliet.
“I need to kill Harua for voting for me,”
“Whoa whoa. You don’t seem happy… what’s wrong?”
Maki has a soft spot for Harua, so when he announced that he’s having a murder intent towards Harua, there must be something wrong, somewhere.
Maki sighs, and shakes his head. He then marched down the hallway, making you tilt your head, wondering what makes your best friend act like that. You can ask Harua, but that boy is definitely busy – yesterday, he texted you that he just got home at 9 p.m. You guess you just have to wait until Maki sorts out his thoughts first, to know what happened.
“Wait. Wait, Maki! Wait for me!”
You just realized that you’re going home together with Maki today, causing you to dash down the hallway to catch up with him. After grabbing your bag, both of you walk together to his car in silence – you didn’t dare to say anything as his face looked extremely tense.
“Sorry, Y/N. I… I’m overwhelmed right now. I can’t say anything. Don’t misunderstand my silence, yeah?”
Maki said after you make yourself comfortable on the passenger’s seat. You nod, before patting Maki’s back.
“Take your time, Maki,”
“Thanks,”
Only songs fill the car throughout the drive to your house – not even a hum escapes from Maki’s lips. You bite your lips as you spare a glance at your best friend – he’s too tense, gripping the steering wheel to the point his knuckle turns white, and not even a single muscle moved on his face.
“Thanks for sending me home, Maki. I hope you’ll get to sort out your thoughts soon. Bye,”
You said as you got out of his car, and Maki gave you a small smile as a response. You awkwardly wave your hand at him, before jogs to your front door. You turned to wave at him again once you got inside, only to find that he already drove away.
“Wow… he’s that… stressed huh?”
You muttered as Maki never leaves until he’s sure that you’re inside. His actions only makes you wonder more about what had happened.
Scene 2: The Weird Lunch.
“Maki has to kiss Eunchae twice,”
Harua said before thanking the canteen lady for handing him the soup of the day.
“Is that why he’s stressed out?”
You asked before you too, thanked the canteen lady for giving you the soup. You finally had the chance to talk to Harua – he queued up right in front of you, and you wasted no time and began asking him about what happened. Both of you used to share the same class, but since someone decided to be studious and excelled in the second-year final exam (Harua), you now only see each other during breaks.
“Might be?”
Harua’s face shows hints that suggest that’s not entirely the story. There’s something he’s trying to hide – there’s no way Maki would threaten to kill him for… making him kiss Eunchae twice.
“Rua, tell me the truth. There’s no way Maki would say that he wants to murder you for voting for him, if that’s the full story,”
“Wow. Dare to threaten me, huh.”
Harua doesn’t look surprised, which makes it even weirder. You tilt your head as you stare at Harua, who busies himself with the food.
“Rua,”
You call firmly, wanting him to be transparent with you.
“Girl, that’s the truth. Maybe he’s making a big deal out of it because he doesn’t want to be in the spotlight or something. You know, kissing Eunchae comes with pros and cons. Pros, he gets to kiss the school’s heartthrob. Cons, her fanboys will definitely make his life harder, in some ways.”
You press your lips while wrinkles become apparent on your forehead as you weigh on Harua’s words. You then look at Harua who’s devouring the food like there’s no tomorrow, before heaving a small sigh. You still have your doubts, but for now, you’ll believe in his reasons. Until Maki confirms that’s the case.
“Are you not going to eat? Can I take this salad?”
Harua asks.
“Yeah… you can have that.”
You let him take it, before you begin eating. You hope by filling up your stomach, your uneasiness will go away for a bit, and you’ll believe Harua’s words even more after this.
Scene 3: The Odd Act
“I didn’t have my first kiss yet.”
“And that’s… why you crash out?”
You stare at Maki after he confesses what’s on his mind – both of you are currently in the fast food restaurant, having burgers and fries as Maki told you that he’s hungry as hell. He had to skip his lunch break for costume fitting, and on top of that, he failed to sneak a bite of his snack bar to satiate his hunger in the class – Mr. Kim was mad as hell over something that their class didn’t even do, so Maki can’t risk making him goes berserk.
“Yeah,”
“I’m… pretty sure they’ll teach you how to kiss, right? I heard Joshua went through the same thing too,”
You try to comfort your best friend – maybe you choose your words wrongly, because Maki looks deflated. His face, too, shows a hint of disappointment.
“Um, I’m not trying to dismiss your feelings! I think that’s a valid crashout. You were shocked, scared– obviously overwhelmed, and knowing that you’re going to kiss someone twice when you don’t have your first kiss yet is definitely… the straw that broke the camel's back…”
You add, to make sure that Maki understands what you’re trying to say. You get him, you really do – this is Maki’s first big role, so he’s definitely shocked, and maybe Harua teased him about this so he… felt extremely overwhelmed by everything.
“Yeah. I get what you’re trying to say, Y/N. Thanks,”
His words should’ve made you feel relieved, yet uneasiness settled in your chest instead. Maki doesn’t look comforted by your words, and paired with Harua’s facial expressions during lunch earlier, you really think that there’s something going on.
That only Maki and Harua knows.
But what is it?
You chew your fries slowly as you rack your brain, trying to find any idea to figure out this whole situation. You then plant your eyes on your best friend, who’s finishing up his second burger, before heaving a sigh as you don’t have any idea of what might be going on.
“Maki,”
You gently call, making Maki’s attention shift from his burger to you.
“You know you can let me know everything, right?”
“Yeah. I know, Y/N,”
Despite his answer, you’re unsatisfied. Let’s practice patience, you tell yourself, let nature take its course and let Maki and Harua tell you the truth instead of forcing them to.
“Okay. I’ll be here, to help you. Always,”
You said and gave Maki an assuring smile, to make him let his guard down and confide in you. Maybe you won’t get an answer now, but you will get an answer soon.
Scene 4: The Seed of Doubts.
“Hey Y/N. Don’t you think it’s a bit weird that Maki and Eunchae are sticking to each other like gum these days?”
You turn to Woonhak who’s walking next to you – for the past few days, you’ve been going home with Woonhak, taking the bus and walking together since both of you live in the same neighbourhood.
Maki couldn’t give you a ride home like he always does, as his theater practice often runs late – till night, sometimes, and your mom is out of town due to her work, so you have no other choice than taking a bus home.
“They are Romeo and Juliet…?”
“Yes, I know that. But it’s just, suspicious…like… ugh Y/N, do you really not understand what I’m trying to say?”
“No.”
“Like, okay. Why would they spend their break time together? They’re literally going to meet each other right after school,”
Ever since Maki has been entrusted with the role of Romeo, he barely ate with you – he often skips his lunch for theater, or eats with the theater kids.
It never crosses your mind that it’s weird – the theater kids are mainly in different classes, so if they have something to discuss before the theater practice, lunch break is the only time.
“Woonhak, do you like Eunchae? Are you jealous?”
Your question makes Woonhak almost throw a tantrum – he manages to catch himself having a meltdown, but dissatisfied whines still escape from his lips.
“THAT’S NOT WHAT I’M GOING FOR,”
“Then… what? Woonhak, having a crush on Eunchae isn’t embarrassing. Like, she’s the most popular girl in our school, of course–”
“I’M JUST TELLING YOU THAT IT’S VERY SUSPICIOUS,”
“I don’t find it suspicious,”
“Fine. Good for you.”
Woonhak then changes the topic of the conversation – it’s never quiet when going home with Woonhak. You can’t complain – worried to upset the guy – and you’re not in a state where you’re complaining either, because you’ve spent too much time with Woonhak to learn how to tune his voice out in your mind while partially paying attention to him.
“Bye Y/N, see you at school tomorrow!”
Woonhak bids goodbye while waving his hands at you as both of you arrive at your apartment building.
“Bye Woonhak!”
You wave your hand back at Woonhak before jogging to the lobby, eager to arrive home as soon as possible. You already have a plan in your mind – shower, eat while watching movies, then take a nap. A buzz from your phone takes your attention off the movie selections that you have in mind, and a smile instantly forms on your lips as you read the notification.
| Maki browski: hope you arrive home safely
| you: I’m home now!
| you: hope your practice goes well!
| Maki browski: thanks, Y/N
You didn’t reply to Maki after – you didn’t want to bother him as you know that the theater practice can be hectic sometimes. Plus, you can always talk to him in the class, so…
After taking a shower and having meals while watching a movie like you planned earlier, you lie down on the bed. You yawn quite a few times, but instead of closing your eyes, you find yourself scrolling through social media.
mausriki_ don’t you worry my Juliet, your Romeo will save the day.
You blink rapidly at Maki’s Instagram’s story caption – it’s a photo of Eunchae, looking very much frustrated while pointing to the scoreboard. They’re at a bowling alley, you think to yourself – it’s obvious from the scoreboard itself.
You tap on your screen to move to the next story – it’s a video of Maki knocking all the pins down, getting a strike.
mausriki_ what did I sayyyyyy
You smiled – Maki is really good at sports, he just has a knack in it. So it’s not surprising for him to score a strike, despite rarely bowling. You tap on your screen again, and a photo of him, Eunchae and Taki shows up – they’re smiling widely while pointing to the scoreboard,
mausriki_ we’ll eat well, harua! hehehehe
You chuckled – they must have placed bets. You’re glad that the theatre kids are having fun by themselves, because you’ve seen first hand how stressful everything can be – building bonds and chemistry is definitely needed for a successful play to be presented.
“I’m just telling you that it’s very suspicious,”
Woonhak’s voice rings in your mind, making you shrug. There’s really nothing to be suspicious of, you think to yourself – you placed your phone away, and immediately drifted to the dreamland, taking the much needed nap that you had planned for.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. But I can’t go, I have theater things,”
Maki said, declining your invitation to go to the recently opened funfair together.
“Oh, I… didn’t know that you would be busy on Saturday too.”
He didn’t tell you that he has theater practice on Saturday – you genuinely thought that they only had practices during the school days. No wonder Maki looks like he’s lacking sleep nowadays.
“Yeah… There's like… 3 months left before the play and Harua is freaking out because we’re not getting to the middle of the play yet. I told him that we can just speedrun through everything and save perfecting the details for later, but that boy won’t listen,”
“Well, Harua is a perfectionist. Isn’t that why he’s the director?”
“Yeah, I guess,”
You press your lips into a thin line, feeling slightly upset that you won’t be able to go to the funfair with Maki. You don’t feel like suggesting to go on Sunday, because you feel like Maki definitely will be spending his Sunday catching up on his sleep, and you don’t want to look like you’re being inconsiderate to your best friend.
“I’ll go with Woonhak and Wonhee then,”
“Okay. Be careful, then. Let me know if anything, yeah?”
“Okie,”
You reply before giving him a small smile – you then walk over to Woonhak and Wonhee, inviting them to go with you. Both of them instantly agree without any hesitation, making you feel a bit better – if both of them are unable to go, you’re going to cry in the corner of your bed (dramatic, you know. But you really want to go and don't feel like going alone).
Saturday comes faster than you thought – you were doing your final outfit check when you heard the sound of the doorbell, meaning that Woonhak and Wonhee are here. You quickly finish whatever you’re doing, and head to the door while bidding goodbye to your parents.
“Be careful, don’t come home too late! And don’t go anywhere alone!”
Your mom reminds you as you put on your shoes.
“Okay! Bye mom!”
You open the door and are greeted by Woonhak and Wonhee – three of you then head to the nearby bus stop to go to the funfair.
“What should we ride first? Should we eat first?”
Woonhak asks as the three of you wait for the bus to arrive.
“Woonhak… if we eat first then go on rides, won’t we be throwing up everything…”
Wonhee glares at Woonhak, and Woonhak rolls his eyes – you chuckles as both of them often get into banters, and it amuses you since they almost never run out of things to be fought (playfully) about.
“It’s a question. I’m asking, Wonhee,”
“Why don’t we go on rides, then have dinner during the sunset? Won’t it be great to watch the sunset while eating?”
You chirp in, and both of them look at you like you’re a genius – they instantly agree with you, and you find it funny how quickly both of them can be on the same page.
You arrive at the funfair about 20 minutes later. It’s starting to get packed, so the three of you decided on going to the popular rides first, like roller coasters, flying chairs and disco pang pang.
“Oh, the viking is starting to have a queue too. We should go there!”
“Okay! Let’s go!”
You, Woonhak and Wonhee dashed to queue for the Viking ride. Luckily, you don’t have to wait too long to be on the ride. Unluckily, you have to sit at the most end.
“It’s okay, everyone. It’s okay, this is not that scary,”
Woonhak said as the safety bar lowered, tucking the three of you securely into the seat, and Wonhee chuckled.
“Are you trying to convince us, or trying to convince yourself?”
“I’m trying to reassure both of you. I’m not scared,”
“Says the one who screamed throughout the flying chairs,”
“That’s because I feel like I’m about to fly anytime soon!”
You just shake your head while chuckling. You’re really looking forward to Woonhak’s reaction, because you’ve been laughing at him ever since the first ride the three of you had taken – trying to appear confident, before screaming with eyes as wide as saucers and looking panicked like he’s going to die soon.
“Oh what the hell! Why is this so high! Why does it look normal from below! Oh my god!”
Woonhak yells as the Viking ride starts to go higher and higher – as it reaches the highest point, Woonhak squeals the loudest while you and Wonhee are laughing to tears because of him.
“MY BUTT IS LEAVING THE SEAT! LET’S NOT GO HIGHER THAN THIS, PLEASE!”
Woonhak pleads make you clutch your stomach that begins to hurt from laughing too much, while Wonhee’s face turns red as she cannot stop laughing. When the ride comes to an end, Woonhak pretends like everything is fine – causing you and Wonhee to laugh hysterically.
“Yeah, yeah. Laugh at me all you want. Let’s have something to eat, the sun is about to set soon,”
Woonhak said, bitterly – lower lip sticking out as he sulks at you both.
“Let’s go eat, Woonhak. I’ll pay!”
“Really? Really, Y/N? Okay!”
Woonhak instantly gets excited, causing you to laugh again as he stops sulking immediately.
“Yes! Let’s go!”
“Let’s gooo!”
The three of you walk to the food section – Woonhak chooses to have tteokbokki and corndog, while you buy a personal size pizza (you find it interesting as they will make your order on the spot, and it smells so nice so you decide to buy it). Wonhee settles on a cup of ramyeon and chicken skewers, and after buying drinks, three of you head to an empty picnic table nearby.
“Where should we go after this?”
Wonhee asks before she takes a bite of the chicken skewers, and gasps as she finds it delicious.
“Bumper cars?”
“Oh! I forgot about bumper cars. Okay, you’re my target Woonhak. I’m going to crash into your car until you fly out of it,”
Wonhee declared. Woonhak immediately frowned, and hastily swallowed his food before protesting.
“Ah seriously, can’t I live in peace?!”
“No man shall live in peace,”
“Ughhh,”
Woonhak rolled his eyes while groaning, making you giggle while shaking your head. Never a dull moment with these two, you think to yourself.
Silence finds the three of you as you watch the sunset, admiring the purplish‑orange sky that stretches across the horizon, never failing to look as pretty as a painting. Once the sun is fully set, Woonhak cleans up the table, cueing that it’s time for the three of you to go – you and Wonhee too, immediately do the same thing.
“Isn’t that Maki?”
Woonhak’s words make your eyes instantly wander around, trying to find the said person.
“Where?”
Wonhee asks as she can’t spot him – you, on the other hand, manage to spot him within seconds after Woonhak pointed it out.
“There. Him and Eunchae, oh…”
Woonhak's voice fades, while Wonhee’s eyes widen – Eunchae is hugging Maki’s arm as two of them walk around. Your tongue presses against your cheek as a storm of anger, disappointment, and betrayal takes hold of you.
Declined to go with you, but he’s here with Eunchae? And reasoned out that he’s having a theater thing? He could’ve been honest. You won’t be this angry if he tells you the truth.
You begin to march to Maki and Eunchae, causing Woonhak and Wonhee to panic.
“Wait– Y/N!”
You ignore them, and stomps toward the pair who are laughing, unaware of your presence.
“Fancy seeing you here,”
You said before smiling, sarcasm dripping from your words, tone and smile.
“Oh. Y/N,”
Maki looks genuinely shocked and quickly removes Eunchae’s hands from his arms, while giving an awkward smile at you.
“Hi, Woonhak, Wonhee,”
He continued to greet, and Eunchae too greeted the three of you cheerily. Eunchae then asks questions, making small talks – Woonhak and Wonhee take turns to respond, while you stare at Maki with a glare that could kill.
Despite Woonhak not saying anything to you, you can vividly hear his voice, repeating the same dialogue.
“I’m just telling you that it’s very suspicious,”
“We’re– Harua and the rest are here too, he said we need to take a breather and– I promise I’m not lying, Y/N.”
Maki instantly clears himself up as he notices that you’re staring at him.
Right. The theater kids.
Why did you feel kind of irritated at the mentions of them now?
“I didn’t say anything, Maki. I’m just, surprised. Enjoy your time with theater kids,”
“No. Wait, don’t go anywhere yet. Don’t be upset, please. I know you invited me to come here, and– this whole thing just, impromptu.”
“I’m not, Maki. Really. Just, enjoy. You’ve worked hard, so you definitely need a breather,”
“Let’s get on the rides together then?”
“I’m, I wanna go home actually. I already ride everything with them, right?”
You turn your head to look at Woonhak and Wonhee, and both of them instantly nod, agreeing with you despite you’re telling a lie.
“I’ll send you home then. It’s been a while, isn’t it?”
“No! Um, there’s no need. Really. You should enjoy this funfair. I’m off,”
You give him the widest and fakest smile while gritting your teeth, your blood is still boiling. You then walk away fast – almost jogging to be exact – causing Wonhee and Woonhak to be hot on your heels, chasing after you. It takes a while for them to catch up with you, and when they do, you’re already out of the funfair area.
“I’m sorry. I… I’m gonna go home. You guys can continue to enjoy,”
You apologize, feeling guilty as the three of you are supposed to go to the bumper cars, but you just stormed off.
“Oh, Y/N. How can we enjoy it when you’re not feeling good…”
Wonhee said while tugging on your hand, pulling you closer to her. She then gently brushes her thumb against your knuckle, trying to calm you down.
“Yeah, Wonhee’s right. And it’s night. You shouldn’t go home alone,”
Woonhak adds – the three of you come together, and should go home together, he thinks. Plus, it’s dangerous for you to walk alone at night.
“I’m sorry…”
“It’s okay, Y/N. Why don’t we buy ice cream and have a movie night at my house? To make you feel a bit better, before we send you home?”
Wonhee suggests, before throwing a glance at Woonhak to support her ideas.
“Yeah. We can’t send you home like this… we care about you a lot more than you think, you know,”
“Okay,”
“Okay. Let’s catch a bus and drop by the convenience store near Wonhee’s house,”
You nod to acknowledge Woonhak’s words, and three of you head to the nearby bus stop. The whole ride back was silent – Woonhak didn’t say anything, afraid to trigger your tears. Wonhee too is the same, but she keeps making contact with you – she would gently squeeze your hand, pat your back, or rub your arm – and you’re grateful for it as it helps you ground yourself. You definitely would’ve burst to tears in the bus if she didn’t do that.
“I’ll pay for the ice cream. Pick anything and as much as you want, Y/N,”
“Thanks, Woonhak,”
You weakly replied. You truly don't know what flavours to buy, so you just follow Wonhee’s recommendation – Woonhak too, chirps in here and there before he leaves to find chips and drinks.
10 minutes later, the three of you arrive at Wonhee’s house. Her parents are out to celebrate their anniversary, so the whole house is hers for now.
Three of you occupy the living room’s couch and watch a movie that Wonhee chooses – Extreme Job. You can’t help but laugh over how absurdly funny certain scenes are, but the funniest thing wasn’t the movie – it was Woonhak who choked on ice cream while laughing.
“Woonhak, how many times do I need to tell you to not inhale your food! Eat slowly and at a small amount, goblin!”
Wonhee scolds him while patting his back – more to slapping, actually.
“I was caught off guard! I wasn’t expecting that scene to be that funny,”
“You dumbass! There’s oreo ice cream coming out of your nose! DISGUSTING!”
Woonhak quickly wipes his nose clean, and looks at the tissue before groaning.
“OH MY GOD, TODAY IS THE MOST HUMILIATING DAY EVER FOR ME!”
You laughed to tears while watching the two, finding the whole situation extremely funny. Wonhee slowly begins to laugh too – Woonhak, on the other hand, stares at you and Wonhee before sighing.
“Right, right. Of course you guys would’ve found it funny. If you’re happy then I would be too,”
Woonhak said before he smiled. He then excuses himself to go to the bathroom, leaving the two of you to resume watching the movie.
You feel slightly upset when the movie comes to an end, as you had fun watching it and it takes your mind off things that just happened. Wonhee places her hand on top of yours to gain your attention, and when your eyes are planted on hers, she smiles softly.
“Do you want to talk about it? It might make you feel even better,”
Wonhee gently said, and you pressed your lips into a thin line, contemplating whether to pour your feelings out or not.
“It’s okay if you don’t. We understand that you might need time,”
Woonhak adds – his voice too, is tender. It makes you feel grateful that you’re being surrounded with friends that care deeply about you, to the point you’re almost brought to tears.
“I… He could’ve told me that he’s going to go there with his theater friends. A simple text would’ve suffice…”
You begin talking – Maki used to update you everywhere he goes. But ever since he started practicing for the theatre, he no longer tells you. You try your best to not mind, because you’re just his best friend, not his parents to always be informed about his whereabouts. But it stings you, to find his update on social media instead of through text messages like he always did.
And to find him with Eunchae hugging his arm…
“I… I feel like we’re growing apart from each other. We’ve been best friends since middle school, and…”
You realized that Maki has somewhat become unreadable ever since the day he was chosen to be Romeo. You take pride in knowing Maki the best – well, Maki isn’t exactly nonchalant either. His emotions are often apparent on his face, and to you, his reaction is pretty much predictable. But nowadays, he reacts to your words differently than what you have in mind – sure, you shouldn’t expect much as people change. But…
“I try to shrug it off as him being tired. He’s too caught up with the theatre practice. He’s… busy. I used to not mind this, you know. Like, I was just happy for him. But then, somehow… it creeps in. The feeling of him pulling away from me. Not wanting to befriend me anymore,”
Maki is spending less and less time with you. He used to send you home, have lunch with you, or show up on weekends to do homework together. Now, he did none of that, and he doesn’t really speak to you in the class – always reading and memorizing the script. If he’s not doing that, he would be making trips to other classes, even during short breaks between the lessons. And texts from him are getting lesser too – no more wishing you to arrive home safely. No more reminding you of homework. No more talking shit about teachers for handing out too much homework.
“If he doesn't want to be my friend anymore, he can just let me know… I mean… he’s getting popular now and… I’m just…”
Ever since the news of Maki taking the role of Romeo, love letters pile up in his locker. At one point, it spilled out – that’s how much he received.
“Oh, Y/N,”
Wonhee softly cooed. You instantly burst into tears, and Wonhee pulls you into her arms, patting your back as you cry your heart out. Woonhak presses his lips into a thin line before he gets up from the couch to find more tissues as the box near you is almost empty.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. Just cry, Y/N,”
Wonhee whispers as she continues to pat your back. It takes you a while to stop crying, and when you lift your head up, a box of tissue comes into your view.
“Thanks, Woonhak,”
“You’re welcome,”
Silence fills up the living room as the two of them are waiting for you to properly calm down, and once Wonhee sees that you’re a bit better, she breaks the silence.
“Did you talk to Maki about this? About what you feel?”
You shake your head. You don’t want to burden him with your emotions – he’s already tired from juggling between school and theatre, so the least thing you can do is not involve him in a discussion about your feelings.
“Y/N, you should let him know. Maybe Maki himself doesn’t realize that he’s pulling away from you. Try telling him and see how he reacts to it, yeah?”
“But it’s–”
The sound of the doorbell makes the three of you turn your head to the door. Wonhee looks extremely puzzled as her parents had texted her earlier that they’re going to be back extremely late, and had asked her to be extra careful and double check everything before sleeping. It’s just 10, so it can’t be them.
Another ring makes Woonhak get up from the couch, and press the intercom to see who’s waiting outside. You and Wonhee watch him intently – Woonhak’s lips then curl into a smile, making you glance at Wonhee with a dumbfounded look, and Wonhee, too, looks at you with the same expression.
“Maki’s here.”
Woonhak’s words make both you and Wonhee gasp in surprise.
“Should I let him in?”
“Yes!”
“No!”
You and Wonhee shouted different answers – you don’t want to see him yet as you’re not ready, and he’s probably going to ask questions to why your eyes are red and stuff. Wonhee, on the other hand, is excited to see what kind of situation that will unfold.
“What, which one?”
“Yes!”
But in the end, Wonhee is the owner of the house, so you let her have the say in it. Woonhak opens the door and meets Maki, who looks nervous.
“Hey, is Y/N here? I went to her house and her mom said she’s not home yet. I went to your house and your sister said that you’re not there too, so,”
“Yeah, she’s here. Come in,”
As soon as you hear Woonhak inviting him into Wonhee’s house, you fix your eyes on the TV despite it not showing anything. You too, begin to stay extremely still – almost like a statue.
Wonhee chuckled when she noticed your reaction. She then pats your back, before rubbing your shoulder.
“Talk to him, yeah?”
Wonhee said before getting up from the couch, causing you to look at her with eyes as big as saucers – you definitely didn’t think that you’re going to be left alone with Maki.
“Hi, Y/N.”
Maki calls, and you instantly freeze.
“I’m. I’m sorry. I saw that you looked so hurt, and I, I want to apologize properly. I bought you a small bouquet of flowers, for an apology. I– The florist shop was about to close so I didn’t get to pick your favourite flowers, so, I’m– I’m sorry for that too,”
You didn’t respond. Did Maki think you can easily be bought by flowers? (You are).
“Hey Wonhee, you don’t mind I… push this table slightly, right?”
“Yeah, go ahead.”
The sound of the table's leg scraping against the floor makes you squint. When you properly open your eyes again, you can hear a thud, followed by Woonhak and Wonhee’s gasps. You finally turn to look at Maki, and find him kneeling on the floor while holding the said bouquet.
“Maki, what the hell are you doing?”
You said – surprised to find him doing this.
“Apologizing. Properly,”
“What?”
“I… I admit that I’ve been distant from you. It just clicked in my head why you felt that way when your mom said that it’s been a while since she saw me. I truly didn’t mean to do so, and I wasn’t trying to hurt you by any means. I just… I just got carried away with theatre things. It’s not their fault! Um, it’s my fault, because I can’t, you know… multitask. I focused so much on theatre to the point that I abandoned you, my biggest supporter. I promise I will change. I will not sideline you anymore, and try my best to make time for you. Wait, no. I promise I will make time for you. I’m sorry that I hurt you, Y/N,”
It would be a lie to say that your heart didn’t flutter. In fact, your heart was doing somersaults while he was speaking. All the tensed muscles that you have instantly loosen, and every negative emotion in you flies away immediately.
How could you not forgive him? He’s on his knees, and sincerely speaking his mind out, asking for an apology. WIth a bouquet of flowers too.
“...okay. I’m… I’m sorry too Maki. I should’ve talked…”
Instead of overthinking, you should’ve been frank about your feelings. But you didn’t, and just realized it after Wonhee suggested it. Suppressing emotions always leads to ugly things, and you fail to remember it sometimes.
“I should’ve asked too. I’m sorry, Y/N.”
“You’re…forgiven.”
Your words make Maki’s eyes widen, and smile finds its way to his lips.
“We’re cool?”
“We’re cool.”
“Great. Uh, um, do you not want your flowers? Take it. Wait, is it too ugly? I’ll buy even better bouquet once the florist shop open tomorrow,”
“I like it,”
You gently take the bouquet from him, and Maki nods to himself, happy that you’re liking it.
“Let’s go home?”
You never thought that a simple question from Maki can make you feel this happy – like a kid getting picked up from kindergarten by their favourite aunt and taken straight to Disneyland.
“Let’s go home, Maki.”
Scene 5: The Epiphany.
Ever since that day, Maki has put more effort into spending his time with you. He would send you home whenever he’s able to, and will eat with you during lunch break if there’s nothing important going on that requires him to sit with theatre kids. His texts too, become frequent – it feels like you’re getting the old Maki back.
Currently, you’re in the school auditorium – waiting for Maki to finish up (since he will finish early today, so he had asked if you’re willing to wait for him. You said yes).
“I heard that Eunchae is going to confess to Maki,”
Those words make you turn your head around to find the owner of the voice, and spot Asa and Kyujin walking by the window.
“Well, isn’t that kind of expected? Like, Maki is handsome, and they’ve worked with each other for almost 6 months now,”
“Right? I wonder when will she confess,”
“Probably after the play ends,”
Their voice slowly faded as they walked away from the auditorium – but somehow, you can catch all the details as if they’re talking next to you. Your eyes fell onto Maki and Eunchae who are laughing on the stage over God knows what.
“Isn’t that kind of expected?”
Kyujin’s words replayed in your mind. Right, isn’t that kind of a norm? For the male lead and female lead to fall in love with each other in real life. Like Andrew Garfield and Emma Stone who fell in love with each other while filming the Spiderman movie.
But why do you feel… weird?
You should be happy for Maki. Like, it’s every guy's dream to date Eunchae. She’s pretty, sophisticated, elegant, and full of confidence – she’s soft spoken, and eloquent too.
But why do you wish that Maki doesn’t like her back?
“Hey, earth to Y/N,”
Maki’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts – the boy who’s been on stage earlier is now standing in front of you, with his bag slung over his shoulder.
“Oh. You’re done?”
“Yeah. Let’s go home,”
You followed Maki to his car – he was talking about something while you were heading there, but you unintentionally tuned his voice out. You’re engrossed in trying to know why you’re feeling like this – should you talk to Wonhee and Woonhak about this?
“Hey, Y/N. Are you okay? You’re being quiet,”
Maki’s question pulls you back to reality – he looks extremely concerned as you’re not responding well to him like you always do.
“Huh? Oh. Yeah, I’m sorry. I– I was thinking about something,”
You feel slightly surprised as you find that you’re already in his car, and are halfway home already. You’re deeply bothered, you think, and you really need to talk to Wonhee and Woonhak.
“A penny for your thoughts?”
“It’s just silly things. I’ll let you know after I sort it out,”
“Okay. Let me know if it’s too much for you to handle alone, yeah?”
“Will do, Maki,”
“Oh and, there’s a full rehearsal tomorrow. Do you want to come? It’s like an actual play, with costumes and stuff as we have to make sure everything runs smoothly before Saturday comes.”
So will Maki kiss Eunchae for real? You notice that he has been avoiding it, and they’ve been rehearsing everything but the kiss according to what you overheard from Harua.
Wait, why does– why is that the first thing in your mind?
“Of course I’ll come, Maki. I’m your biggest supporter,”
You put on a smile – wide, and fake one, because out of nowhere, you don’t want to be there. You don’t want to see the kiss scene. Imagining it already makes your heart hurt. But why?
“Thanks, Y/N. I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”
Maki said as he pulled up in your driveway, and you gave him another smile before unbuckling your seatbelt.
“Thank you too, Maki. See you tomorrow. Break a leg! Not, literally.”
You throw in a joke, hoping that Maki won’t notice you being odd.
“Okay, Y/N. Get inside first,”
“Okay. Have a safe drive home,”
“Will do. Bye Y/N,”
“Bye Maki,”
You wave your hands at him before going into your house – you were still at the door when you pulled out your phone and texts both Wonhee and Woonhak, asking them to come over to your house as soon as possible. It’s important, you said, I need to sort things out.
Wonhee and Woonhak show up 30 minutes later, with tons of ice cream and chips – you were surprised to find them with a few big plastic bags in their hand.
“Did you just… clear the shelves?”
“Well, you said it’s important. We thought something big had happened so we went for a haul. Like, we literally grabbed everything we saw. And also because we’re hungry. Are you okay?”
Wonhee explained themselves – they were about to grab something to eat together when they saw your texts. They immediately ditch their plans and run to a nearby convenience store, and instantly head to your house.
“I’m… I don’t know. I feel weird.”
You respond while guiding two of them to your room – there’s no one in your house, but you prefer to talk about this in your room. Just in case the discussion gets too long.
“You feel weird? What happened? Did Maki do something?”
Woonhak asks, he can’t help but worry if Maki hurts you again. He wasn’t expecting him to do that again, especially after kneeling for your forgiveness. But hey, you can’t really trust a man (him included. But around food. Because he will inhale your portion if you’re not fast enough).
“No… I…”
You begin telling the story once the three of you have sat down on your fluffy rug. Both Woonhak and Wonhee patiently listened to you while munching on chips and eating the ice cream – eyes planted on you the whole time you talk about what’s bothering you.
“And I… I don’t feel like going tomorrow. I shouldn’t feel like this…”
You fell quiet after saying those as you had finished pouring your heart out. Wonhee and Woonhak exchange glances with each other, before Wonhee presses her lips into a thin line. Woonhak, on the other hand, exhaled a small sigh.
“Y/N… have you ever considered that you are… in love with Maki?”
Your eyes instantly widen at Wonhee’s words.
“What? Why would– we’re best friends!”
You begin to get defensive – there’s no way you’re in love with Maki. There must be other explanations on why you’re having this weird feeling.
“Okay, okay. Let’s… take a deep breath. Y/N, that was a question. You don’t… necessarily need to react that way,”
Woonhak’s words make you instantly apologize for overreacting. Wonhee shrugs it off, saying that it’s fine and she didn’t take it to heart.
“Y/N, Wonhee asked that because… both of us can see that you like Maki more than best friends,”
“Huh?”
You’re dumbfounded – no, dumbfounded is an understatement, you’re flabbergasted. What does Woonhak mean by that?
“Y/N, at first we thought it was best friends things too. But when we observed you and Maki, love was evident in your face. You literally light up when Maki calls for you. And nobody else was able to prompt you to give the same reaction. And the way you look at him… you know that our pupils would dilate when we see the people we like? Yeah, you looked like that,”
Wonhee nudged Woonhak to continue her words, and Woonhak quickly swallowed the chips that he was eating.
“We had some sort of discussion. We weren’t sure in the beginning, but hearing you today makes it clear that you’re in love with Maki. Because Wonhee said I could kiss the prettiest girl in the whole world and it won’t bother her in the slightest. In fact, she will be disgusted. And you’re wishing that Maki doesn’t like her, maybe because deep inside your heart, you’re hoping that Maki likes you, Y/N.”
“But he’s… we’re best friends…”
“I’m not sure if best friends include you feeling like you should run away from watching your best friend kissing someone and be reluctant to go to the play because of it. Because if it’s me and Woonhak, I’m excited to go so I can make fun of his bad angle of kisses or something. And mock him for it. Maybe will make a meme out of it,”
Wonhee’s words made Woonhak’s eyes grow wide in disbelief.
“Hey!”
“Maybe you need some time to process your feelings, Y/N. Because if you really feel that he’s just a best friend of yours, you should have the same amount of hatred for him as you do for your sibling. Because men are annoying. Girls, however, are a pleasure to have as your best friend.”
“Why am I being attacked out of nowhere? I hate you too,”
“I hate you more Woonhak,”
You fall into a deep silence as you watch Wonhee and Woonhak bicker again. There must be people out there that don't bicker with their best friend as much as Wonhee and Woonhak do, right?
But…
You sigh.
“I think I need more time,”
Your words instantly make the two stop bickering, and Wonhee pats your back to comfort you.
“We’ll excuse ourselves, then. It’s… fine if you fall in love with Maki, Y/N. It’s fine if you really don’t and we’re wrong too. Just, don’t deny what you’re feeling, okay?”
“Yeah. And if you need anything, we would be here. Always,”
Woonhak adds, and both of them pack up their things – they leave some of the chips and ice cream behind for you to have. You see them off at the front door, then return to your room and lie down on your bed.
Do you really like Maki?
You reach out for your phone and begin scouring through the internet, and every search leads you to the same answer – you’re in love with your best friend. You sigh then toss your phone away and close your eyes, to calm yourself down.
After a few moments, the inner battle in you begins again. Do you really see Maki in that way? Of course you’re happy when Maki is around, he’s your best friend. Isn’t that normal? But, okay. Why do you feel happier going home with Maki, but don’t feel the same when you’re going home with Woonhak? But isn’t that obvious? You’re closer to Maki than Woonhak. Woonhak isn’t your best friend, Maki is. But why do you feel your heart breaking when you see Eunchae hug Maki’s arm? It’s even worse than finding out your longtime bias is dating someone. You’re not supposed to be jealous. Why do you feel happy when Maki searched for you everywhere because he thought you looked so hurt? Is it because you feel like you’re being chosen? Is it because you feel like Maki is finally prioritizing you? Why did your heart beat like it was going to jump out of your ribcage when Maki kneeled in front of you, to ask for your forgiveness?
Isn’t it because you’re in love with Maki?
You frowned.
“Fuck… I am in love with Maki…”
You groan as it finally sinks into you. Wonhee and Woonhak are right. You’re in love with Maki. Being extremely jealous over Eunchae and feeling upset when you heard that Eunchae likes Maki isn’t a best friend's behaviour.
And now…what?
Do you really have to act cool when the person you’re in love is kissing someone else? You truly don’t understand how celebrities’ partners aren’t jealous when their partners kiss other people. Ah… right. Professionalism. You should learn about that. But how can you be professional when you know that Eunchae likes Maki and there's a probability that Maki likes her too?
You groan again and begin to mess up your hair, frustrated over yourself and this situation. Suddenly, an idea pops up in your mind. What if you pretend to be sick? Then you can skip the rehearsal. You might skip the actual play too if you’re lucky.
But then Maki would be upset that you’re not there.
But isn’t it for the better? Your heartbreak is a bigger deal than Maki being upset.
Okay.
You’re not going to tomorrow’s rehearsal.
Scene 6: The Finale.
“I’m really excited to show you everything I have practiced,”
You smile at Maki who’s guiding you to your seat. He had reserved you the second front row seat – even though it’s just a rehearsal, plenty of people are coming to see.
What happened to your original plan of not coming to rehearsal? Well, you had to scrap it because you remembered you had a quiz and needed to submit your essay for the school competition. You told yourself in the morning to act all lethargic and everything to make excuses, but… you had forgotten about it as soon as Wonhee greets you, so you have no excuses other than attending the rehearsal.
You really suck in acting.
“I hope everything goes well, Maki,”
“I really hope so too. I’m so nervous, damn,”
“You’ll be alright. Just think everyone as potato and you’re going to do well,”
Maki giggled at your words, making you tilt your head as you wonder what’s so funny about it.
“Why potato?”
“I mean, I consider everyone as a potato whenever I need to speak in front of class or during the assembly,”
“Am I a potato too? I hope I’m a handsome potato,”
“Enough of this nonsense. Go get ready to be ‘the Romeo’, Maki,”
You said while quoting with your fingers, causing Maki to giggle again.
“Aye aye, captain!”
Maki then left after saluting you, making you shake your head – as soon as he disappeared from your vision, the smile on your lips faded away. You begin sighing away as you try to come up with the best way to be here while not being here. Woonhak had suggested you go to the toilet when it’s about time for them to kiss each other, and so far, you haven’t come up with an idea that could rival his, so you might just do so.
Your phone buzzes multiple times, prompting you to check on it.
| Wonhee <3: behind you
| Wonhee <3: I memorized the play so I can give you a cue to go to the toilet in advance
| Wonhee <3: If you agree to Woonhak’s idea
You turn to your back and find Wonhee and Woonhak sitting two rows behind you. Wonhee waves her hand at you while Woonhak is busy opening a bag of chips – it wasn’t until Wonhee nudged him that he waved his hand at you.
| you: thank you, Wonhee
| you: I owe you guys a lot
| Wonhee <3: it’s nothing, Y/N
| Wonhee <3: for the sake of your happiness, we’re willing to do everything
| Wonhee <3: oh but Woonhak said he’s not willing to eat vegetables.
| Wonhee <3: he can do anything else but that.
You laugh at Wonhee’s text – your chest, which starts to feel strangely heavy, becoming a bit lighter at the joke your friend throws.
Wonhee really carries her job well. She will spam you endlessly until you check your phone, and you will leave to go to the toilet and won’t come back until she tells you to do so. So when the play ends, your heart isn’t broken that bad, and you have a good memory of it – of Maki, obviously. How well he played his character, and how charming he looks in those costumes.
“Are you okay?”
Wonhee and Woonhak approach you as the audience starts to leave after they wrapped up the play.
“Yeah. Thanks, Wonhee. Didn’t get to see them kiss at all,”
“Actually I–”
Woonhak halts his words as he gets elbowed by Wonhee, before he gets what Wonhee is trying to do.
“Actually…?”
“I was the one who memorized that play. Can you believe it?”
Woonhak quickly covers up, and receives an approval glance from Wonhee.
“You? I never think you’re the type to read a book, Woonhak.”
“Ahhhh, I do read books! Why do people not believe in me when I say I read books?”
Your words caused Woonhak to throw a tantrum – you can’t help but laugh at his reactions.
“Maybe because you’re not really that clever,”
Wonhee adds. Woonhak groans and their usual bickering session starts again – you will never get tired of watching these two, you think.
“Hey guys,”
Maki greets three of you – he had finished changing and ready to go home, with you.
“Oh, Romeo is here~ Oh, Romeo~”
Woonhak teases.
“Oh stawppp,”
Maki giggles and lightly hits his arm, acting all gushy and mushy. You can only shake your head at the two, while Wonhee looks at them in disgust.
“How was it? Did I do well, Y/N?”
“You did great! You really embodied your character really well, and there’s no scene that gives away an awkward feeling. Everything feels natural,”
“Wow. Wow… Thanks. Thanks for the compliments, Y/N. I guess I have nothing to worry about,”
“You have nothing to worry bro,”
Woonhak chirps in and pats Maki’s back.
“Thank you bro. Thank you,”
“You really should get going. You have your big family dinner at 6.”
Wonhee’s words make Woonhak’s eyes widen – he completely forgot about it. Woonhak excused himself in panic, and dashed out of the auditorium without looking back.
“That boy. It’s his family dinner and I’m the one who needs to remind him, lol. Bye Y/N, bye Maki. I’m off to see Yunah and Moka,”
“Oh, bye Wonhee,”
You wave your hands at her and she too, did the same, and leisurely walked out of the auditorium.
“Let’s go home?”
Maki asks, and you smile.
“Let’s go home, Maki.”
On your way home, Maki tells you that they’re supposed to have a post-mortem as soon as the rehearsal ends, but Harua suggested everyone to take a rest first – he said something along from the Director’s vision and from the audience vision, so Maki figured Harua probably want to hear the feedback from the audience first before doing the post-mortem session.
“I’m really looking forward the feedback on the kissing scene lol,”
Maki said while giggling. You, on the other hand, feel your heart break into pieces – like a ceramic vase falling from the top shelf, hitting the hard ground and shattering.
“Why?”
You ask – you really hope that Maki didn’t notice the slight trembles in your voice. You quickly put on your seatbelt as Maki already buckled up, ready to drive you home.
“Because we weren’t kissing! You weren’t able to tell, weren't you?”
What?
“Huh? Why– why are you guys not… kissing?”
You’re happy at the news, of course. But you’re puzzled at the same time, because why not?
“Because I don’t want to,”
“Why wouldn’t you want to kiss Eunchae?”
“Okay, listen. I know this sounds childish but I make a big deal of my first kiss and Eunchae respects that. She said she feels uncomfortable kissing in front of the crowd too,”
“Wait. Maki– what? Isn’t Eunchae the perfect girl for you to have your first kiss with? Like, she’s the heartthrob of the school?”
Your words caused Maki to deflate – it’s the same reaction you get when you were in the fast food restaurant back then. His lips then quivers, before he heaves a sigh.
“It wasn’t enough, huh. All the efforts… it wasn’t enough to make you realize that I’m in love with you,”
Shocked is an understatement – your eyes grow as wide as it’s able to, and your jaw dropped to the floor.
Maki is in love with you.
“Wha–”
“You’re really driving me crazy, why you’re so– ughhh, painfully obvious to my feelings… I dropped hints here and there– okay, it’s– you know what, it’s my fault for not being a man and not confessing to you first. But Harua scared me! And I’m a scaredy-cat! He said he’s not getting any positive response from you, so he said I’m definitely going to be friendzoned if I confess, and I– I can’t afford that! I would mess up my theatre practice if I did that– okay, I’m rambling. I’m–”
Maki buried his face in the steering wheel, embarrassed for rambling – he had pictured a cool confession scene in his mind: he brings you out to somewhere nice and confesses to you. Not out of the blue and… not while sitting in the car… like right now…
And you’re still in the school’s parking lot.
Fuck. Maki thinks before he groans.
You freeze as your mind recalls all your memories related to the current situation – the most prominent memory was of him kneeling on the floor to ask for your forgiveness.
“Yeah if it was me and Woonhak, he definitely won’t do that,”
Wonhee’s voice popped up in your mind – suddenly, you feel like you’re the main lead in a romcom movie, where there’s a little angel and devil sitting on your shoulder. But for you, it’s Wonhee and Woonhak.
“Why would I do that? We’re just best friends! Y/N and Maki are not!”
Woonhak’s loud voice causes you to squint – even in your imagination, his voice is still as loud as ever. You quickly shake your head to get a grip of reality.
“So you were… flirting with me?”
Your words make Maki turn his head to look at you.
“For the past few years, yes. Thank you for finally noticing it.”
You bite your lower lips and close your eyes to gather courage to speak your feelings out loud. Maki too, shut his eyes – ready to get rejected by you. He’s really positive that you don’t see him in that way. And honestly, he gets it. The two of you have been friends for a while, and you probably see him as an extension of you and–
“I love you too, Maki.”
Maki’s eyes shot open and his eyes grew as big as saucers. His jaw, too, dropped – you’re pretty sure that you look just like him earlier when he confessed to you.
“What? Is this for real?”
“Yes,”
“What– Oh my God. Wait. Wait, the question. Okay. I need to stay calm and be cool. I’m Romeo. I’m cool. I’m poised. No, fuck. I’m– I cannot be calmmmm!!”
You giggle as you watch your best friend lose his mind. Maki begins giggling too when he hears your giggles.
“May I be your boyfriend, Y/N?”
He asks once the giggles die down, and you eagerly nod.
“Yes, my Romeo.”
Director’s Cut.
Harua and Eunchae watch you and Maki from the window of the art room, walking together to the school’s building, hand in hand. Both of you look so giggly, making Eunchae and Harua can’t help but smile. They’ve heard the news from Wonhee – discreetly, of course.
“What are you guys looking at?”
Taki asks and tiptoes to see, while Harua pushes him slightly away and takes the coffee from his hand.
“Hey! My coffee– oh, they’re dating now, aren’t they?”
Taki said as he noticed both you and Maki, and Harua nodded.
“Aren’t you over the moon, Mr. Director? Afterall, your real life play ends well.”
Harua’s lips curl into a wide smile at Taki’s words – all his efforts to pin you and Maki together and push one of you to confess have finally paid off.
“He really pulled every strings,”
Eunchae said, before taking a sip of her drinks. She’s truly amazed by the amount of effort Harua put into scheming to make the two of you a couple – other than Eunchae, he even recruited Wonhee, Woonhak, Asa, and Kyujin to pull everything off.
“Now, let’s focus on the stage play, shall we?”
additional notes: thank you for reading until the end <3
alpha!nicho, who’s so gentle when domming you. hyper aware of your every need, takes such good care of you, holds you so close and folds you whenever you want. has so much restraint/control but allows himself to let go a bit when you present yourself, pressing you down by the nape or nipping at it when he snaps his hips harder and finally pumps you full. loves fucking from behind, holding one arm behind your back, your face pressed into the pillow.
uhhhhhh he’d be the type of alpha that sucks your slick-drenched fingers in his mouth as he’s fucking you, missionary, groaning at the taste of your arousal after making you play with yourself beforehand.
his fuckin knot, my god. it’d be so thick, he’s the type to groan when he feels it forming. and there goes your fascination, cause he produces a knot so easily it’s insane. like imagine sitting between his legs after you pushed him into a chair, his posture all lazily against the chair, one arm over the back of the chair, manspread and he’s just watching you stroke his cock alive, letting you marvel when his knot bulges at his base after a few moments.
his scent, more sandalwood and cinnamon, you get a whiff of strawberry after he cums. needs his scent everywhere on you. he adores scenting you as you both wait for his knot to deflate, pressed flushed together as his sharp nose tickles along your neck. LOL he’d murmur after chewing on your scent gland, “now you smell like me, all over.” you’re giggling and squirming as he nips your jawline, whining when he grinds into you to keep you still. his scent sticks very long, and he’s so smug about it but he doesn’t actually show it. loves getting his fix of your mixed aromas randomly, sniffing his own scent that still lingers in your presence. he wears a soft smile as he gazes at you adoringly, but deep down he’s brimming with pride.
alpha nicho, who’d rather hear the sweet names “baby” and “weno” more than “alpha,” but there would be some rare moments where hearing “alpha” just unlocks something deeply primal in him. an urge to protect, please his mate, “yeah? need your alpha, darling?” still so softly spoken, even when he’s sizzling inside. favorite thing to say? “that’s it, there’s my good baby. you love being mine, don’t you?”
loves marking you up, my GOD. there’s not one place on your body his pretty mouth hasn’t touched when he’s domming. his favorite place being your chest, he loves seeing how they bloom when he pops off your supple skin, gazing at them hours later and petting over them with his fingertips. loves when you mark him up too, loves when you get feral and bite all over him — wears the pretty blossoms with pride.
alpha!nicho who adores seeing you unravel underneath him, will pick up your falling pieces if you do unravel above him, and loves fucking you mindless. knows where to press, where to grab, what to pull, his pleasure derives from seeing your pleasure. simple.
🪐 18+ just soft dom!nicho letting you set the pace ✮⋆˙ warnings: afab!reader, free use (??), pronebone, petnames (baby), slightly soft & sweet.
because nicho is ever so the most perceptive of your pleasure, he’ll let you take as much or as little as you need from him just for you to have that sweet ecstasy however you want it. he could be working up a mean, brutal pace, the same pace that he knows you admire mindlessly since he’s studied you enough to know. but because of the fact that he also knows you too well, it takes him one small look or hear one off-toned noise from your lips underneath him to pause all completely.
because he knows that’s a signal that maybe you don’t need that pace today. maybe you just need to go in your own pace, so he allows you to.
take the reigns when you need. he doesn’t care about whether it’d benefit his pleasure or not, he’ll stay hovering over you with trembling, muscled arms, trying not to lose his cool as he watches you work yourself back onto him.
he’ll stop mid fuck if he heard a warbling noise that delivers a small pang into his heart, catch his breath before letting you know that, yes. he heard you. as if saying, go ahead. lemme know what you really need. take from me, use me. and by the gods, do you both know he loves that. that’s where he gets his pleasure from, seeing you in absolute euphoria by his hands. it satisfies him that he’s able to be that for you.
so there he was, fucking you into oblivion, watching down where his cock was disappearing and reappearing with your glistening slick coating until he heard a small noise.. that was out of the usual pleasurable tune he loved to hear, and his attention snaps back up, glancing wildly like he can see your expression from the back of your head. like somewhere past your beautiful hair, he can see the slight furrow of your eyebrows twitching with maybe discomfort. just maybe.
but he doesn’t even ask, he doesn’t have to. he just stops altogether, and that was your signal to take over.
he watches as you directly and almost immediately tell him the pace you want with your body, seeing how soft and sensual your hips roll back onto him, realizing that you need more emotional connection when your own movements makes you whine a little softer, more breathless and needy. you rut harder at his base, wanting him fully in before rolling back and forth again with desperation and swiftness.
sometimes he’ll know that you need a change of pace, whether it’d be by seeing the way your lower body plops back down onto the mattress for a small rest, or by a change of tone in your insistent whines. only then he would directly ask, because he’d only verbally ask if he’s the one taking from you.
“want me to take over now?”
silence, just soft moans puffed into your pillow cradling your face from underneath.
“do you need the fast pace again?”
you’d whine, shaking your head as much as you can that position, a short curt shake. no, not yet and he stays. stay still as he hears your whine turn more breathless when you pick your pace up again and your hips rut back into him, aimlessly and slow. it’s lazy, it’s deep. you want to fully feel him, the physicality of his cock, veins thrumming against your suctioning walls, the twitch as he nudges right against that yummy spot.
it goes on for a hot minute.
nicho’s self restraint is impeccable, because of course, this pace isn’t doing it for him but the way you clench tighter, the more your rolling hips added onto the swirling arousal in his stomach; it’s killing him. his plush lips were pursed into a thin line, shutting himself up as his fingers gripped tighter onto the sheets on each side of your body.
he lets it go for a while because that’s how much time you need, up until he finally hears a specific whine fall from your lips. he doesn’t have to be told twice but still, he asks just to make sure.
“mhm.. you need it, baby?”
he watches the way you raise your ass again, slightly, to prepare for the impact of his thrusts, and the slight nod you shake into the pillow. that’s all he needed for him to start smacking his hips back into your squelching cunt with fervor. now with even more force and drive from the building arousal he got after watching your small moment of using him. he watches as you snake an arm around his wrist right next to you for grounding, some extra support as you brace the strong impact of his pelvis driving into you repeatedly. “that’s it, baby, hold still, hm?”
“i’ll fuck you to sleep, just relax.”
and oh, does he fuck. and hard. deeper than what he could possibly be just so he can hear your blissful noises from the change of pace. he knows you like it as much as he does, getting a kick from the sudden feeling. but he also knows how much you love a slow moment too, so he lets you have it whenever. <3
Synopsis: Turns out teasing your boyfriend at a poker game had a lot of benefits.
Pairing: mafiaboss!Nicho x fem!reader
Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, p in v, unprotected sex (not for you), BENDING OVER EYYY, dry humping (barely), oral (m receiving), gagging, spanking, deep throating, hair pulling, cock riding, rough and mean dom Nicholas, sub!reader, size kink, degradation, multiple orgasms, they're both horny freaks, ik i said mafia boss but tbh its not that relevant, mention of food and alcohol
A/N: For my beloved @nichozzystuffs's wonderful request i have so many more nicho fics for her I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS BABIE nicholas will be delivered to your doorstep soon dw. also can i just say these specific pictures of Wang Yixiang drive me insane can he dick me and euijoo down. As always, enjoy, my darlings!
Word Count: 5.2k (its all porn)
Nicholas Wang was a rational man.
A rational, calm man who could get himself out of any madness he wished himself to. Someone who’d stand in front of a storm like an unmoving island. However every island has its ultimate end, and Nicholas’s destabilizing wave?
His beautiful girlfriend.
Who was currently rubbing her beautiful little ass all over his boner, while he tried to grip onto his playing cards for dear, dear life.
Nicholas knew when you climbed onto his lap, all pretty pink pouty lips, lingering touches at his nape and that particularly whiny tone you used when you wanted something—that he was a gone man.
You’d been at the receiving end of his brief glances and him falling asleep as soon as he came to the bedroom late at night after work and you were, in simple words, not taking it anymore. You knew his line of work held many perils, but you had accepted that when you first started dating him. What you hadn't accepted was the miniscule amount of affection you’d be getting from him during ‘hunting’ season.
So you made your plan, fishing his schedule out of Maki, Harua and Taki by throwing them a bone (homemade cupcakes), and running your pretty nails over it.
Et voila! A poker game.
Nicholas had taken you to some of them before, with the necessary security details of about a hundred men. Only Jo and Euijoo remained with you at the end, the only survivors of the wrath you had incurred at your lover, standing quietly behind you as you huffed into your glass of wine, as you watched him play his game.
Nicholas was unfairly gorgeous when he played. Delicate, neatly manicured fingers clutching the playing cards, one arm carelessly slung over the back of his chair, eyes calm and collected as if he knew exactly what was going to transpire in the next few moments. Handsome cocky bastard, you’d think, every time he glanced over at you, flashing you a faint grin—just a mere upward tilt of his mouth, and heat would pool between your thighs at the speed of light, the image of him fucking you on that stupid game table filling your 24/7 horny brain.
With a man like Nicholas, could you really be blamed though?
And with a girl like you, could he be blamed either?
The moment he kissed your pout away, slipped his hands underneath your shirt and told you that you could accompany him to the game, that glint behind your eyes told him he was probably done for. And when the evening came, moonlight draping over the day like poetic verse, Nicholas thought about how lucky he was.
You in all your glory, clad in red silk, your shoulders on full display and your neck cut dangerously low. If he could have, he would have thrown you over the hood of his car and fucked you senseless right there and then. The N pendant on your neck only drove him more insane, he loved how you were his and only his.
The poker room was thick with cigar smoke and tension, low golden lights reflecting off the polished table, stacks of chips glinting like little towers of promise. Around the table sat men of power; greying hairs and some surprisingly young ones all gathered in smiles as if they were going to win.
Nicholas leaned back in his chair like he owned the room—which, in many ways, he did. The deep red of his suit caught the light every time he moved, rich and dark against the naked skin beneath it. One arm rested lazily over the back of his chair as always while the other held his cards between long, perfectly steady fingers.
Your lover was beautiful.
His features had the kind of symmetry people noticed without meaning to stare. His strong jawline, clean and sharply cut, the faint shadow of stubble softening it just enough to keep him from looking too perfect. His hair—dark and neatly styled—caught a faint shine under the lamps, a few loose strands falling just slightly out of place whenever he leaned back in his chair.
And those damn eyes of his. There was a confidence in them that bordered on dangerous—the gaze of someone who was always three steps ahead of everyone else in the room. Except you of course. Only you knew how soft those eyes would get every time he was beneath you, veiny hands gripping your hips to guide you gently against him. You took a long sip from your glass, leaning back against the bar as you watched him.
How much more time till you were under that man?
The veins along the back of his hands were faintly visible under the warm light as he shifted a chip or tapped the table softly with his thumb. There was something hypnotic about the way he handled the game, like he already knew how the night would end.
From the corner of the room, your glass of champagne balanced between your fingers, the bubbles rising slowly to the surface. Eventually, one of the players pushed back his chair.
“Five-minute break.” The dealer announced. The tension broke instantly as chairs scraped across the floor as men stood up, some pacing, others heading toward the bar for drinks.
Nicholas didn’t move. He simply leaned back further, rolling his shoulders slightly as if loosening the stiffness from sitting so long.
Bingo.
The soft click of your heels cut slightly through the room’s murmur as you crossed the floor, setting your champagne glass down on the table before leaning slightly over the back of his chair. Of course, everybody knew who you were: the one weakness of the grand wolf of this world. The only person who could make him melt like ice cream in your hands.
Up close, the details were even more unfair, the sharp line of his jaw, that faint something in his gaze when it lifted to meet yours. He smiled softly and you almost gasped.
“You look bored.” You murmured.
“Do I?” Nicholas raised a brow.
“A little.”
His lips curved—just barely. “Careful, sweetheart.” He said softly. “People might start thinking you’re distracting me.”
“Do I look that good?” You chuckled, brushing a strand of hair out of his face, “That I’m distracting you?”
Before he could respond, the dealer called everyone back. The players returned to their seats, the tension rebuilding as chips were stacked again and cards were shuffled. Nicholas straightened slightly, preparing to pick up his hand.
And then, instead of stepping away like he expected, you moved.
Nicholas was a calm and rational man, who had gotten out of near-death situations multiple times.
He didn't know in the slightest how to get out of this one.
For a brief second, the entire table went silent as you made your place on his lap—your grand bejeweled throne.
Nicholas blinked once in genuine surprise, as your arm looped casually around his shoulders, your cleavage putting on a show for him. His large hands settled on your hips possessively, one sliding down to rest on your thigh, thumb tracing the skin of your thigh through the slit of your dress.
“Uhm…” The dealer said, face flushed at the scandalous sight, “Ma’am? Ma’am will you be staying—”
“Of course I’ll be staying.” You said sharply, not taking your gaze away from him, “Can’t blame a woman for wanting to share her luck now, can you, gentlemen?”
A couple of the players exchanged looks, the younger ones evidently flustered. Nicholas’s arm instinctively tightened around your waist to steady you, his breath hot near your ear.
“Your luck, sweetheart?” He whispered, lips brushing the shell of your ear as the dealer spread the cards out, "You think I need luck to win?”
“Relax.” You whispered, your fingers tracing circles at his nape, “I’m just making sure the love of my life wins his game.” You smiled and fluttered your lashes at him, “Why, are you worried I’ll ruin your concentration?"
A quiet chuckle escaped him before he looked back at the table, picking up his cards again with those steady, elegant hands as the game resumed. Only now, the most dangerous man in the room looked just a little more amused than before.
Cards slid across the table, chips clinked softly, and no one spoke much. Every few minutes someone risked a glance at Nicholas—still sitting perfectly composed with you perched in his lap like you belonged there, which you did.
Nicholas on the other hand was dying—on the brink of death to be completely honest. You were leaning back just perfectly in his lap, your tits all in his face. Your skin was oh so warm beneath his fingers and the scent of you filled his nostrils, igniting the fire within him almost instantaneously. He caught sight of the N draped across your delicate neck and he almost threw down his aces.
Oh this girl, Nicholas thought, this damn girl.
And you were acting like you didn't know what you were doing at all. Like you weren't grinding your ass as subtly as you could against his cock.
“Oh that’s a good card isn't it?” You mumbled against his skin, purred would be a more appropriate word, as you squirmed subtly against the hard length of him.
“Hmm.” Nicholas hummed, the heat of his gaze—which wasn't even on you—piercing through your skin.
“Probably my luck in action.” You whispered, swallowing a gasp as his talented fingers tightened on your hips to pin you down, down, down. You rested your head on his shoulder, watching the cards (definitely not his fingers) with much interest.
"Luck, hmm?" Nicholas muttered, face flushing as he held back a groan. But he was winning, handily, maybe too handily—his cock throbbed against your ass, barely contained by his suit trousers.
Another round passed, a player folded, another hesitated before pushing his chips forward, the tension in the room tightening moment by moment. All you cared about was the pressure between your thighs.
But Nicholas didn’t even blink. He studied the table, the chips, the man across from him, placing his cards down with calm precision.
“I’ll call.” He said, with a calm confidence, eyes gleaming with satisfaction. It was as if the entire room held its breath, from the glasses of bubbling champagne to the women in their silks. Wang Yixiang was known for winning. You were one of the many proofs.
The dealer revealed the cards, a moment of silence. And then—
The player across from you leaned back heavily in his chair, muttering something under his breath as the dealer pushed the mountain of chips towards your boyfriend. Nicholas's smile was quick and cocky as he raked in his winnings, fingers nimble and deft, his arm still resting securely around your waist.
Around the table, the men sighed and pushed themselves off, another night of Nicholas winning, another day of him proving his power.
“Lucky charm, huh?” You felt the faint vibration of his quiet chuckle against your shoulder, his voice low, “Maybe you’re right baby.” He brought your hand up to his and ran his soft lips over the knuckles. And then his tongue too, eyes blazing into yours.
“I think I need more proof, sweetheart.”
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You stepped through the front door, the click of your heels echoing in the quiet hallway, your heart still racing from the thrill of the evening. You'd known it then, the way his jaw clenched and his eyes darkened with promise.
Now, home at last, you barely had time to set your purse down before strong hands gripped your hips from behind. Nicholas didn't waste a second, his fingers digging into your waist, pinning you against the wall, lips crashing against yours in a searing kiss. He licked into your mouth hungrily, one hand fisting in your hair, the other roaming your curves.
“Think I spoiled you too much, baby.” He panted, nipping at your bottom lip. "Though you could show off this pretty body in front of them, didn't you?”
You mewled into his mouth, grinding shamelessly against his rock hard erection. "Nicho…" You moaned into his mouth, grabbing his velvet lapels and yanking him closer.
His lips descended to your neck, licking a long stripe up to your ear, nipping the lobe sharply. Large hands gripped your ass, hoisting you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you to the kitchen, tongue flicking out to taste your skin.
“You think you’re soooo pretty hm?” He growled low in your ear, his voice rough with pent-up frustration, “Dirty little baby teasin’ me out in public.”
Before you could respond, he shoved you forward, bending you over the cool granite surface. Your dress hiked up slightly from the motion, but he didn't bother lifting it further. One hand pressed between your shoulder blades, pinning you down, while the other yanked your panties down your thighs in a swift, impatient tug. The fabric caught at your knees, leaving your ass exposed and your pussy bare to him.
“Nicho…..baby wait—”
But there would be none of that. His belt buckle clinked open, the zipper rasped, and then the thick head of his big cock nudged against your entrance. He didn't ease in, didn't give you time to adjust, with one brutal thrust, he slammed his entire length inside you, streeetching your walls around his girth until you felt impossibly full, the burn of the sudden invasion making your eyes water. You gasped, fingers splaying against the counter for balance.
“Fuck!” The word tore from your throat as you arched, your body instinctively trying to pull away from the overwhelming size of him.
He was so fucking big, always had been, his cock so thick it split you open every time, forcing your pussy to yield to every inch. But tonight, there was no mercy in it—just raw, punishing drive as he bottomed out, his hips slapping against your ass.
“N-Nicho slow down…” You begged, voice trembling, your nails scraping the countertop, “Slow down—oh fuck!”
The fullness was too much too soon, your inner muscles clenching around him in protest and pleasure all at once. But he didn't listen, instead, pulling back almost to the tip, then ramming forward again, harder, deeper, his balls smacking against your clit with the force of it.
“You don’t get to beg now, do you baby?” Nicholas chuckled, his hand coming down on your ass in a sharp spank that made you yelp, “Spoilt fucking princess.” The sting bloomed across your skin, heat radiating as he set a relentless pace, fucking into you like he owned every part of you. “Only good girls get what they want, and you’ve not been one have you?”
Each thrust jolted you forward, your breasts pressing against the counter through the fabric of your dress, nipples hardening from the friction. His cock draaagged along your sensitive spots, the sheer size of it making you feel stuffed, claimed, every ridge and vein pulsing inside you. You whimpered, legs shaking as he pounded away, the wet sounds of your pussy taking him filling the kitchen.
“Nicho–ahhh…” You gasped, head dropping forward, but he only laughed darkly, gripping your hip tighter to hold you in place, “Too big too big—fuckkkk”
“Come on now, you’ve taken this cock before.” Nicholas leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back, breath hot on your neck as he rutted deeper, “But tonight, you're going to remember why you don't play games with me.”
His free hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back so your neck arched, exposing the line of your throat. The pull sent sparks down your spine, mixing with the ache building low in your belly.
Nicholas fucked you mercilessly, hips snapping forward in a rhythm that had you moaning uncontrollably, your body betraying you as slickness coated his shaft. The size difference hit you hard—how he could fill you so completely, making you feel so pathetic underneath him. Your pussy fluttered around him, chasing the edge, but every time you got close, he'd slow just enough to pull you back, denying the release.
“Only good girls get to cum, sweetheart.” He'd murmur, spanking you again, the slaps echoing with each withdrawal.
By the time your legs turned to jelly, you were a mess—cock drunk and hazy, mind fogged with the relentless stretch of him inside you. Drool slipped from the corner of your mouth as you panted, begging incoherently for him to let you cum.
“Please Nicho, can’t anymore—it’s too much.” But he ignored it, driving in one last time with a grunt, his cock throbbing as he held himself deep. You teetered on the brink, walls spasming desperately, but he pulled out abruptly, leaving you empty and aching, your pussy clenching around nothing.
“Up.” He commanded, hauling you upright by your hair. Your body sagged against him, wrecked and trembling, panties still tangled at your ankles.
He didn't let you catch your breath—instead, he dragged you toward the bedroom, your steps unsteady as you stumbled along. The dress clung to your sweat-damp skin, ass throbbing from the spanks, pussy dripping down your thighs from the denied orgasm.
In the dimly lit bedroom, he shoved you to your knees at the foot of the bed, his cock standing hard and glistening red at the tip with your juices, veins bulging along its impressive length.
“Open up baby.” Nicholas said, fisting your hair again to tilt your head back, “Let’s see if that dirty little mouth can be useful.”
You obeyed without thinking, mouth parting wide as he guided the tip past your lips. The salty taste of yourself on him flooded your tongue, and you moaned around the girth, struggling to take even the head. Nicholas, as expected, didn't go easy.
With a firm push, he thrust forward, forcing his big cock deeper into your mouth until it hit the back of your throat. You gagged instantly, eyes watering as your throat convulsed around him, but he held you there, hair wrapped tight in his grip.
“Thaat’s it princess—take it like a good girl would.” He pulled back slightly, letting you suck and lick along the underside, your tongue tracing the thick vein before he slammed in again, deeper this time, “That ought to shut that pretty mouth up hmm?”
Tears streamed down your cheeks as you choked, saliva dripping from your chin, but the harshness only made you wetter, your denied pussy throbbing in response. His size made it impossible—your jaw ached from stretching around him, throat bulging with each deep thrust.
“God, look at you.” Nicholas fucked your face steadily, hips rocking forward, grunting with every gag you let out, “Greedy girl so impatient for my cock.”
You hollowed your cheeks, sucking harder despite the burn, hands gripping his thighs for support. He yanked your hair sharper, controlling the pace, pulling you onto him until your nose pressed against his pelvis, his balls resting against your chin.
The gagging was constant now, wet and messy, but you didn't pull away—cock drunk haze making you crave it carnally. He held you there longer each time, letting you sputter and cough before giving you air, only to plunge back in.
Minutes stretched into what felt like eternity, your knees aching on the carpet, throat raw from the deepthroating. Nicholas groaned above you, his cock twitching as he used your mouth relentlessly.
“So damn tight, sweetheart.” Another pull on your hair arched your back, and you moaned around him, the vibration drawing a hiss from his lips, “Look so pretty—choking on me like this.”
Finally, with a guttural curse, he thrust deep one last time, holding you impaled on his length as the salty tang of him flooded your throat. You swallowed convulsively, gagging through the load, some spilling from the corners of your mouth as he finally released your hair, bucking his hips slightly, the head nudging your throat, making you choke softly but you pushed through, eager to please despite the burn in your jaw.
Nicholas pulled out slowly, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his softening cock, and you collapsed forward, gasping for breath, body wrecked and unsatisfied.
Nicholas looked down at you, a satisfied smirk on his face, as you knelt there on the bedroom floor, chest heaving, throat sore and tasting of salt and musk, your body still humming from the denial and the rough use. He towered over you, his cock slick and semi-hard, but his eyes burned with that unrelenting hunger.
Your boyfriend reached down, fingers curling under your chin to lift your gaze to his, “Up baby.” He ordered, voice gravelly from his release, “You’re gonna earn this cock properly now.”
His grip shifted to your arm, hauling you to your feet with effortless strength, your jelly legs wobbling as you stood up.He didn't give you a moment to steady yourself—instead, kicking off his pants fully and sitting back on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide.
“Go on, pretty girl.” His cock twitched back to life as he patted his thigh, “You wanted this so bad didn't you? Come here and ride me like a good girl now.”
You complied, too fucked out to argue, stepping out of the tangled fabric at your feet and climbing onto his lap. The dress rode up your thighs as you positioned yourself, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of him.
His hands settled on your hips, guiding you down until the broad head of his cock pressed against your soaked entrance. Even after the earlier pounding, the size of him made you hesitate, your pussy clenching in anticipation of the stretch.
“Sit your fucking ass down.” He demanded, thumbs digging into your flesh, “Now.”
With a shaky breath, you lowered yourself, inch by torturous inch, feeling your walls part around his thickening length. God he was massive, filling you up in a way that made your toes curl, the burn of the intrusion mixing with the slick heat of your arousal. You sank down slowly, gasping as he bottomed out, your clit grinding against his pelvis.
“You’re made for this, aren't you sweetheart?” Nicholas stroked your cheek with a surpppppsing gentleness, “Pussy’s screamin’ for me.”
At first, you moved lazily, hips rolling in a languid rhythm, savoring the drag of him inside you. Your hands braced on his shoulders, body leaning forward as you rose and fell, the fullness coaxing soft whimpers from your lips. The denied orgasm from before lingered, building again with each lazy grind, your pussy fluttering around his girth.
“Going slow today are we?” Nicholas’s eyes locked on your face, watching the pleasure twist your features, but he stayed still beneath you. “Come on baby, we both know you’re too restless for that.”
You hated that he was right. The tension coiled tighter with every lift and drop, his cock hitting deep deep deep, rubbing against that spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids.
Your movements grew a fraction more urgent, but still unhurried, chasing the release you'd been denied. Sweat beaded on your skin, the dress chafing against your hardened nipples as they brushed his chest.
“Nichooo…” You whined, throwing your head back, “Feel so—ahhh god—feel so full Nicho.” His hands slid up your sides, bunching the fabric of your dress higher until it exposed your breasts.
“Yeah? You feel how I’m stretching you, baby? Pussy’s drippin’ aaall over me like the spoiled girl she is.” His words sent a thrill through you, heat flooding your core as you picked up speed just a touch, inner muscles squeezing him rhythmically. Nicholas was usually loving in his manner when you’d have sex, but god did it get you wetter than the pacific ocean when he spoke so harshly.
The orgasm crept up slowly, then crashed over you without mercy. Your body seized, walls clamping down hard around his length as waves of pleasure ripped through you. A cry escaped your throat, high and broken, and you collapsed forward against his chest, forehead resting on his shoulder. You felt his hand reach up and cup the back of your head gently, caressing it.
“Fuck…Nicho I—” Your hips stuttered to a halt, trembling as aftershocks pulsed through you, leaving you boneless and panting.
But Wang Yixiang was a relentless man—not stopping till he got what he wanted. Your boyfriend wasn't even half done.
His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you impaled on him, and then he bucked his hips upward sharply. The sudden thrust jolted you, his cock slamming deep into your oversensitive pussy, drawing a pornographic whine from your lips.
“You wanted this so bad baby, so you’re going to sit here and fucking take it.” Nicholas didn't wait for compliance; instead, he took over, hips snapping up in a powerful rhythm that had you bouncing helplessly in his lap, “Really did spoil you too much, didn't I baby?” Each buck drove him deeper, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room as he fucked up into you, “Pretty girl thinks she can do whatever she wants.”
Your tits, freed from the confines of the dress, bounced with every impact, nipples grazing his shirt. Nicholas groaned, one hand coming up to cup a breast, thumb flicking the peak roughly.
“So damn perfect—you’re already falling apart for me.” The sight seemed to spur him on; his thrusts grew harder, faster, pinning you against him while he used your body like his personal toy, “My pretty girl.” You clutched at his shoulders, nails digging in and drawing blood as the overstimulation bordered on pain, but the pleasure built again, sharper this time.
“Too much too much oh!” You gasped, but he only laughed, low and mocking, bucking even harder to make your breasts heave wildly, “Nicholas!”
Saliva pooled in your mouth, body rocking with his force, pussy stretched taut around his massive shaft. The size of him overwhelmed you, every vein and ridge dragging along your walls, making you feel utterly claimed.
“That’s what you get for teasing me all night.” His free hand gripped your ass, spreading you wider to angle his thrusts, hitting spots that made your vision blur, “Fucking brat.”
You moaned into his neck, the scent of his cologne mixing with sweat, your clit grinding against him with each upward snap. The bouncing of your tits mesmerized him; he released your breast to watch them move, eyes dark with lust. “Harder, sweetheart. Show me how much you love being filled.”
The second build was relentless, your body was no longer your own as he fucked you like you were a rag doll. You came again, harder, screaming his name as your pussy spasmed, milking his cock for all its worth with desperate contractions, “God she’s such a cumslut for this dick, isn't she?”
Finally, he slowed, but only to shift positions. With a groan, he wrapped his arms around you and flipped you onto your back in one fluid motion, the bed creaking under the sudden weight.
You landed sprawled beneath him, legs splayed wide, his body covering yours as he settled between your thighs. The dress was a twisted mess now, pushed up to expose you completely, but he didn't care—and neither did you. His cock slipped out briefly, leaving you empty, before he notched it at your entrance again.
“Want this cock baby?” His voice was husky against your ear, “Wanna feel how I fit you like a glove, hm?” He pushed in deliberately, exquisite inches going in like a priest drunk on worship, watching your face as your pussy yielded to him once more. The stretch was exquisite, your walls hugging his girth perfectly, the fullness making you arch off the bed. “See? Made for my cock—dirty hole’s begging to be fucked.”
He bottomed out with a satisfied sigh, hips flush against yours, and held there, letting you adjust to the depth. Then he began to move—slooow, deep thrusts that dragged his entire length out before sliding back in, filling you completely each time.
The pace was unhurried, sensual in its intensity, every push making you feel the sheer size of him, how he reshaped your insides to accommodate his thickness. Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, heels digging into his back as you moaned, the friction building a slow burn in your core.
“Nicho—oh fuck, you’re so…..p-perfect nghh!” You whimpered, hands roaming his back, feeling the muscles flex with each deliberate roll of his hips. He chuckled, nipping at your collarbone through the dress fabric.
“Feel that baby? Feel how good I’m filling this tight pussy up?” Your cheeks flushed as Nicholas kept the rhythm steady, each thrust measured to maximize the sensation—the way his tip kissed your cervix, the slide of his shaft against your g-spot, the slap of his balls against your ass.
Sweat slicked your joined bodies, the room heavy with the scent of sex, your breaths mingling in ragged harmony. “Squeezing me so good, sweetheart—it’s like she neeever wants to let me go.” His hand found yours, pinning it above your head, while the other teased your clit in lazy circles, heightening the slow build.
The pressure mounted gradually, your third orgasm simmering like a promise. Nicho's thrusts deepened, hips grinding in circles at the end of each stroke to rub every sensitive inch.
“Oh fuck baby, calm down.” He chuckled as he felt your pussy clamp down, “Always rushing me aren't you? Impatient little brat.” His voice roughened, breaths coming faster, but he held the slow pace, drawing it out until you were a quivering mess beneath him.
You shattered first, the climax rolling through you in deep, pulsing waves, your walls fluttering around his cock as you cried out. “Nicho! Oh fuck yes! Oh godddd…” The words spilled from your lips unbidden, and he groaned, finally losing the restraint. His thrusts quickened just enough, still deep and controlled, as he chased his own release.
“Perfect fucking pussy, all for me yeah?” With a final, shuddering thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came, hot jets of cum flooding your depths. The warmth spread inside you, his cock pulsing with each spurt, filling you until it leaked out around him. He ground against you, prolonging the sensation, making sure you felt every bit of how he claimed you. “Fuck….look so good princess—mine aaall mine.”
Nicholas pulled out slowly, leaving you empty and leaking. Before you could make a sound, he gathered you into his arms, strong and secure, stroking your hair, pressing tender kisses to your forehead, nose, cheeks, lips. You melted into his embrace, feeling utterly exhausted.
“You ok sweetheart?" Nicholas asked, cradling you close.
“You’re really asking me that after destroying me.” You deadpanned, nuzzling into his neck, “I think I’m alright.” You glanced down at your ruined dress, “You do realise this dress was expensive?”
“Hmm.” He hummed, hands roaming your curves gently, “I’ll get you five more.” He sighed, “If you promise never to pull that shit again.”
You pouted, drinking his low voice in, “If ‘that shit’ gets me dick this good, I’m pulling it over and over again and again, baby.”
“You’re gonna be the death of me, sweetheart.” Nicholas smiled, slow and sweet, tilting his head down to kiss you deeply, with a tenderness that made your heart flutter, fingers trailing over your skin igniting sparks in their week.
warnings :: smut mdni. exhibitionism, blowjob, face fucking (rough), it's so filthy im sorry, cum eating, angel bunny sweetheart used for reader, degradation, nicho calls reader his fucktoy, uhhhh idk anymore (lmk if I missed any) NOT PROOFREAD.
a/n :: this is for my baby @nichozzystuffs MUEHHEHEHE
getting dragged around by nicho around the chrome hearts store was one of your favourite hobbies, especially with your love for the brand and fashion.
But today was specifically, utterly difficult because you could not focus on any of the new collection that dropped, or the placement of mannequins, or the colour coordinated arrangement of accessories which you always noticed and talked about.
all you could see were nicho's arms. it wasn't a new sight, you've seen him multiple times in tank tops and sleeveless clothes— even shirtless that one time your friend group decided to go to a waterpark, though you definitely remember not being normal about it.
nicho was now staring at a bunch of boxers that were arranged in a pattern at the store, trying to pick the best one among them. within a few minutes, he grabbed one of them and headed towards the trial room.
now that nicho's tones, tall and lean figure with exposed arms was out of your sight, you began to scan the store carefully. a minute or so had passed and you made yourself back to the trial rooms, plopping yourself down on the sofa that faced them.
just then, nicho stepped out with his grey sweatpants worn differently— in a way which you couldn't point out, but they were definitely lower. you could see the chrome hearts band peeking out of his pants, lining perfectly along the stretch of his sweatpants.
your mouth fell agape, the phone in your hands long forgotten as you clicked it off as soon as you saw him emerge from the trial room.
nicho shifted his attention to you, and back to his reflection in the mirror to check the clothing out, meanwhile you just stayed frozen in your place.
his perfectly sculpted arms, the beauty of the chrome hearts band around his waist— so fucking close to the edge of his pelvis and his- cock? of all the thighs, you didn't expect to notice the size of nicho, among everything.
you didn't know if he was hard or just that big but the outline of his cock was so clearly visible, it made you rub your thighs together, drool almost slipping out of your mouth.
right when you look up to his face, he's already staring at you. you notice the subtle smirk on his face as you clear your throat.
"yeah... yea it's good, buy it." nicho's smirk grows at your stuttering as he walks back into the trial room to change.
a few seconds later, you see his head peeking out from behind the trial room door. he gestures for you to come closer and you do. nicho leans out further, looking all around and to the sides and after he registers the absence of people, his palm wraps around your wrist and with a swift yank, he pulls you into the room, locking it within a jiffy.
his body is pressed against you as he cages you between himself and the very thin trial room walls. you can feel your heart drumming against your rib cage at the proximity.
nicholas was gorgeous. those sharp, deep eyes and his plump lips. the subtle eyebrow raise that he does when he knows. his hands slip under your shirt and rest at the curve of your hips, thumb caressing your soft exposed skin. the closeness of him made you almost whimper.
sexual tension between you and your best friend wasn't something new, but also always unintentional. this, this intentional, physically super close tension was so new to you, especially considering the fact that you were absolutely self aware of being attracted to your best friend.
nicho's eyes, oh those captivating eyes, travelled along your features— your round bunny eyes, soft cheeks now heavily dusted in crimson, slightly parted lips that held the scent of cherries within the shallow creases at the edges of them.
"you were staring, bunny." he states as a matter of fact, his low tone making you almost shiver, your brain still processing his touch on your waist. you could feel him press against you, your legs almost parting unconsciously.
you open your mouth to speak, to tell him that you weren't staring. that he was just too distracting like he always was. nicholas wang has always been an absolute distraction to you, ever since he walked into your classroom in high school.
his hand flies to your cheek, his big, big palms cupping your face effortlessly. nicholas inches closer.
"you were staring at my cock weren't you?" his breath fanned at the side of your neck, causing you to shudder against his lean, tall frame.
words wouldn't come out of your mouth as the weight of his presence felt way too heavy for you to handle. you found yourself melting into his touch and his essence, almost losing all sense of your actions.
your hands travel across his chest and move above to wrap around his neck to pull him closer, and just as your noses brush against eachother, your lips crash against his.
the kiss wasn't hungry, it was intimidating. slow but needy, like it was an indication towards an upcoming storm. nicho's hands wrapped around your waist fully now, pulling you in clooose while your fingers tangled with his pink hair.
the absolute physical closure made you moan into his mouth, the conscious of being in a public place leaving your mind as soon as you locked lips with him.
nicho's arms unwrap as he pushes you back against the wall, his lips still attached to yours, his head dipping to meet your height. his big, big palms press against your tits as he massages them— he sighs into your mouth when your hardened nipples grace against his skin through your shirt. he parts away from you, his hands reaching to the buckle of his belt, unbuckling swiftly.
through all this heated moments, the image of nicho's perfectly lined dick hasn't left your mind, especially not when it was rock hard beneath his boxers and straining against your heat while you made out. oh how big, long and delicious he looked.
so taking the clank of his belt to the floor as a cue, you sunk to your knees and pulled his boxers down hastily.
fuck. his cock went free, his tip deliciously glistening with precum already. nicholas sighed, his body shuddering as your feather light touches graced his thighs. you grabbed the base with your left hand, palming gently.
nicholas was absolutely losing it. he had wished for this for so long, he had wished to have you on your knees, your fingers wrapped around his cock and your doe eyes looking up at him waiting for him to fuck your face.
you loved the view. a thick vein ran along his cock, disappearing right at the base of the head, his pink top adorned with pearls of lre undi. you were salivating at the sight, your body almost giving up at how weak he made you. your lean forward, licking a long stripe along his vein, ignoring his tip. nicholas hisses at the feeling of your hot tongue pressed against him. you lean further in and nuzzle your right cheek against his thighs, straining your tongue to kitty lick his base.
nicholas, once again, loses his composure completely, at the sight of you acting like a fucking pup, all under his control and so needy for him.
"fuck, angel." he whispers.
your mouth continues to work on his cock, sucking and licking as you savour every inch of him. strings of curses leave his pretty lips, his brows knitted with pleasure and his head thrown back. you feel him trying his best to not buck his hips into you and fuck you stupid.
you take his length fully into your mouth, gagging around his head, your eyes rolling back as his tip hits the back of your throat. the groan that left his mouth sounded so sinful and so real. he tips his head down as his eyes meet yours.
you bat your eyelashes at him innocently as you pull back, a string of saliva connecting the edge of your lips to his tip.
licking your lips, you grab his hand and guide it to the top of your head, his fingers automatically threading through the luscious locks of your dark hair.
"fuck my face, nicho. do not hold back."
something unleashes within him. his eyes turn dark, his lips curve into a smirk as he grips your hair tighter.
"alright, angel. I'll give you all you want."
he grabs his cock, hollowing fist and jerking it thrice, letting it enter your mouth. your now plump, glistening lips wrap around his girth, your cheeks sinking in to suck him in desperately.
he picks up his pace, his grip on your hair tightening with every thrust. his tip hits the back of your throat, making you whine loud enough for others to hear. the fact that you could be heard very clearly didn't bother either of you anymore. all you could focus on finally getting to suck your best friend's cock, even better when he tasted so fucking delicious.
his breaths get heavier, followed by the grunts that erupt from the depth of his throat. nicholas was lost in the pleasure of your pretty, little mouth taking him in so damn well.
"fucking hell." he cursed as he looked at your cock drunk face, your body jerking due to the force of his hips slamming against your throat. saliva dripped down your chin, eyes teary and nose red with all the pleasure and strain his dick was giving you.
nicholas could feel his orgasm coming. his hips wrenched unevenly, his moans became whimpers and the grip on your hair loosened and tightened randomly as his thrusts faltered.
he grabbed the back of your head, pushing his cock right into you, filling your mouth completely. the constant touch of your throat to his hip made him whimper helplessly, as his hips jerked, thick ropes of cum ejecting into your mouth.
"angel, you look so fucking pathetic. like my personal fucktoy. so damn pretty, taking all—hah— all of me." he threw his head back, the last drops of cum filling your mouth to the brim.
he pulls out, tapping the head of his cock against your cheek.
"swallow. yes that's right. goooodd girlll." he pats your head, smoothening the tangles of your hair caused by his hold on you. he leans down, wiping the remains of his cum on your lips with his thumb, instantly pushing it into your mouth, making you suck on it.
he tucks a bunch of hair strands behind your ear, making your fucked out face, and teary eyes more visible to him.
"such a pathetic girl." he leans in and kisses your eyelids, followed by pressing his lips against yours in a contrastingly sweet kiss, his hand cupping your cheek as his thumb brushes against your skin.
"come on sweetheart" he gestures to you to follow him, zipping his pants up, his lips curving into a smirk. "don't want to get caught after the act, do we?"
this is the visual version of this post on how the teamies would soft launch you, because I love being creative in many different ways. These are all pictures (taken from pinterest), so there isn't a word count. This was meant to be part of the descriptive post about this, but I was too lazy to do it yesterday at 1 AM, sorry :P.
please note: this is simplified astrology, and since I don't know their birth time, the chart isn't precise. This is just for fun, as everything I post on here!!
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He would soft launch in a very K way. I recently saw a TikTok about coffee culture; the culture of coffee varies, and the culture of waiting for it to be ready and drinking it slowly, talking with your loved ones. He is also a Venus in Sagittarius, meaning that he needs to feel like he can grow and expand through the relationship, by learning new things and experiencing everything with their loved one. He wants you to appreciate his beliefs, visions, and ideals, and the only way to get to know them is by talking.
I can picture him in a cute coffee shop, being silently loud, talking and laughing with full energy with you, while still respecting the quiet nature of the country he lives in, and the cultural significance of 迷惑 (meiwaku), the concept of not being a burden or inconvenience for those around you. But I can also picture him staying at home, waiting for coffee to be ready; the kind that takes minutes to be ready because the process is slow; the machine brewing it carefully, slowly, whistling when it’s ready. Coffee dates outside and inside your home are a must, because fun and adventures are important for people with a Venus in Sagittarius, but they also treasure serious and philosophizing moments.
And that is exactly how he would soft launch your relationship: two coffees, a pair of hands with a matching dainty ring, and maybe some smiley faces over the coffee.
𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐀
Since he is a Venus in Gemini, he would try to win you over with witty conversations or by displaying how much he knows, while also demonstrating their various interests. He is what could be called a “playful lover”, meaning that to be pleased, he needs to feel support for his need for fun and variety, and he needs to show interest in his brainpower and knowledge. He just wants to know you enjoy his company spending some quality time together.
That’s why I think he would make you find his passions interesting, whether it involves dancing, Pokémon, physical activity, or Taemin. And if you end up not being an extreme fan like him, of something he likes, for example, Pokémon, he will still try to get matching items for the two of you that somehow match his interest and yours. You like trinkets? He will find your favourite ones and Pokémon ones. Do you like vinyls? He will gift you the ones from the artists you listen to the most, without asking, and he will search everywhere to find his favourite artists as well, just to be pleased at how good the shelves are. You keep them full, maybe not aesthetically pleasing, but a perfect mix of both of you.
I think he would be more subtle though, and wouldn’t show that corner of your house. That’s why he would soft launch by buying matching pokemon keychains for your bags or jeans, and take a picture of how cute they look together, close one to the other.
𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐒
He is a Venus in Leo; he loves to court and be courted, and he needs to feel very special; he thrives on attention from lovers or love interests. He is a big show off, but showing himself off to you, not you to others. He has high expectations in love, but they revolve only around how much attention you’re giving him. But he also has a big heart; he has a strong need for physical expression of love and admiration. That’s why he feels satisfied when he gets a lot of attention, respect, and appreciation from his lover. He will reward with loyalty, a great sense of fun, and plenty of physical expression of his love.
We know he wouldn’t share his lover with the world, because he said it during a fansign. That’s why he would be your watermark, buying you matching jewelry, clothes, trinkets, keychains, whatever might help people understand he is yours and you are only his. He would also try to match physical appearances by having a similar style of nails as yours, or complementary hair colours.
He would soft-launch by posting very eloquent pictures of a date. You two are picking up apples and strawberries, having a picnic with those things, and showing off your matching nails for Saint Valentine's Day.
𝐄𝐉
He is a Venus in Libra (an amazing placement btw, since Libra is ruled by Venus), meaning he will treat you kindly and fairly, trying to impress you with his kindness, evenhandedness, and willingness to make your relationship work. Although he has a polished manner in love, which might make him appear insincere or superficial, he is still a gentle lover who hates to be offended, and can become quietly resentful if he feels like he is being taken advantage of. But if you treat him kindly and fairly, like he does with you, he will be pleased. He loves to share everything with you, he loves to communicate about the relationship, and the reward of loving a Libra Venus the right way is to have him put himself in your shoes and treat you exactly how they would like to be treated.
Long conversations, shared thoughts, stolen glances, split food, and swiped clothes would be his ideal private and loving moment with you. Music playing in the background, so low that you can’t quite catch the lyrics, the TV was turned on on a random channel with someone rambling. You are too focused on each other to care about anything else, not even the lyrics you would usually yell out loud.
He would soft launch by showing off all your matching objects, your perfect shared meals, and the sleeves of his sweater covering half your hand.
𝐘𝐔𝐌𝐀
Yuma, as an ethereal Venus in Pisces, has an elusive charm; he is sweetly playful, a little moody, and perhaps a little irregular; a real cat. He appreciates romance, and he prefers to “feel out” the relationships, without too much planning ahead. He is unimpressed by your status; he loves and accepts you for all that you are inside. He is attracted to wayward folks, those in need of help, the underdog. Since he is a Venus in Pisces, he is easy to please; you just need to enjoy tender and romantic moments with him. One of his issues in love might be committing to one thing, an idea or person, as he is very receptive and open to all possibilities; it might be hard for him to settle down. But he is an intriguing partner, and if he feels loved in the right way, he will reward you with a love that is accepting and unconditional.
Even if his sign makes it hard for him to settle down on something, he also loves to idealize his lover and a possible future life together. That means dates of many kinds, you cooking together while trying to not burn the kitchen down, babysitting for a friend of yours and acting like you are already parents, or playing with animals together just for him to search adoption papers the next day. And his soft launch, you would be exactly that.
Going out for a walk until you find a cute cat walking around your neighbourhood, probably escaped from the house of the old couple with four cats down the street, and you start petting it. Or when you finally decide to adopt one to take care of together, a picture of all your hands, and the little kitten’s paw. A disgustingly sweet, silly, and daydreaming picture of your small family.
𝐉𝐎
Since he is a venus in Gemini, like Fuma, he would try to win you over with witty conversations, or by displaying how much they know, while also demonstrating their various interests. He is what could be called a “playful lover”, meaning that to be pleased, he needs to feel support for his need for fun and variety; he needs you to show interest in his brainpower and knowledge. He just wants to know you enjoy his company spending some quality time together.
Because of that, I think your dates would be very artistic. Not only does being creative take time and patience, but it is also a great interest of his. And if you’re a creative person yourself, but your main skill is not drawing? He would love to try out your way of expressing yourself through art. Is it pottery? He would let you guide his hands, sitting behind him, only to move a few minutes later because you can’t really see what you’re doing, and you felt the clay molding into something wrong or weird. Is it by doing origami? He would learn some new ones from you, just to go home and try to find new ones by himself, to surprise you with a bouquet of flowers made out of paper. Is it building Legos without instructions and random blocks? He would buy you tons of them, in different colors and various shapes, just to build something with you to display in your shared home one day. And if you don’t have the energy to be creative, he would make your portrait.
His soft launch would be a stolen moment of your quality creative time together, his origami bouquet, your pottery attempt to make a heart, or your hands covered in paint. And your portrait would absolutely be him hard launching you.
𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐀
He is a Venus in Taurus (another beautiful placement, since Taurus is also ruled by Venus), and he is quite different from Ej, another Venus in a Venus-ruled sign. Love for him centers on the physical world and comfort; he enjoys sensual surroundings. He projects a sense of solidity and comfort, and that’s why he needs a certain level of predictability and dependability in his relationship. He can be possessive; he requires lots of “hands-on” expressions of love. He needs you to be loyal and make him feel worthy, to be pleased; get physical with him, do comfortable things; avoid pushing them and give them space and time, so cultivate patience. Be simple and natural, because he will appreciate it; a comfortable and cozy time while making his love arrive slowly with great strength.
Your dates would be mainly at home. You’d wear comfortable clothes, or your pyjamas to be absolutely sure of being at ease, sweets covering your coffee table far enough to not bother your cuddles with the space they take up and the loud noise of plastic packaging getting touched and moved, but close enough to reach them without too much effort, without moving too far from the other to not interrupt cuddles, and a movie in the background, one that you wanted to see for a long time, an anime, a romcom or whatever. A movie that you weren’t, in fact, watching at all; too immersed in one another, in the snug pile of cuddles you two created.
He is quite possessive tho, and I personally think he wouldn’t share such intimate moments, opting to soft launch you by snapping pics of your matching nail art. And prepare, after the first launch, he won’t stop, and your fingers will be known more than your face.
𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈
He is a Venus in Taurus (like Harua), and he is quite different from Ej, another Venus in a Venus-ruled sign. Love for him centers on the physical world and comfort; he enjoys sensual surroundings. He projects a sense of solidity and comfort, and that’s why he needs a certain level of predictability and dependability in his relationship. He can be possessive; he requires lots of “hands-on” expressions of love. He needs you to be loyal and make him feel worthy, to be pleased; get physical with him, do comfortable things; avoid pushing them and give them space and time, so cultivate patience. Be simple and natural, because he will appreciate it; a comfortable and cozy time while making his love arrive slowly with great strength.
He would seek another kind of comfort, different from Harua’s. Your dates would look like a bomb exploded in your home. You two are wearing comfortable clothes, ready to get very dirty, already warming up the bathroom if it’s cold, because you know you’ll need either a quick shower or a warm, long bath. He would show off his cooking ability, making something tasty for you both to eat and share, slouched on the couch because you thought cooking together would’ve been easier if it were a recipe one of you already knew and had tried at least once. It is not less messy, but it’s way funnier than doing things seriously; and the idea of cleaning everything and yourself up, getting into the state of daze given by coziness and sleepiness.
He would soft launch you by showing off the cute food you prepare together: heart-shaped pizza, smiley sushi, and colourful baked goods.
𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈
He is a Venus in Capricorn, and he will win you by displaying self-control, presence of mind, and responsible behaviour, as he wants you to know that he is goal-oriented, witty, and controlled; he just wants to show you how competent he is (praising kink going crazy, sorry). He is cautious in love, needing some measure of predictability. Since he projects an aura of competency that can be attractive in a cool way, he can come off as lacking in warmth and spontaneity, but the truth is that he can be a romantic soul who yearns for a partner to share his life with. He is conservative and willing to commit; that’s why he is attracted to serious, goal-oriented lovers, and he will be pleased by you showing him how practical and realistic you are. He is a little shy in matters of the heart, but doesn’t want you to know, and he wants to impress you with the things he does. The picture others have of his relationship with you matters to him; he wants to show you off in a quiet way.
Since he is shy in matters of the heart, but also very goal-oriented and confident, sure of his interests and skills, he would share his passions with you. Dates would be very different from one another, I think, and I want to concentrate on the small ways he would show his love for you. He is vary passionate about music, and he would take his time to assemble a playlist of songs that reminds him of you, of how he loves you, of how he feels loved by you and of how you two are when together; and if he had the possibility, he would sing some of them to you, privately, without even the music; only you and him, and his beautiful voice singing a cappella. He would talk about his interests, blabbering about The Bizarre’s Adventures of Jojo like it is the most serious thing in the world, and for him it is, so it is for you.
I think he would soft launch you by involving his interests: you two wearing a pair of Spiderman masks, a cringy way to show how both of you are nerds at the end of the day, or using vinyls to cover you two kissing, or, again, by covering your faces with mangas whose cover has the main character and their ship.
❝ ( アンドチーム ) . nakakita yuma x fem!reader | 745 words. | heavy makeout session, teasing, lap-sitting, hair-pulling, hands under clothes, yuma being a massive tease, suggestive content (but no full smut)
you shouldn’t be here.
not because you’re not allowed—yuma invited you, his own fingers flying over the keypad at midnight, asking if you were up.
but because being in his space—his kingdom of dim lights and cables and soundproof walls—is dangerous.
it smells like him. clean and something a little addictive. the desk is cluttered with headphones, old lyric sheets, iced coffee cups with lipstick that’s definitely not yours. there’s an extra hoodie draped over the back of the couch, and you’re not even halfway in before he’s already looking up at you with a lazy, devastating smile.
“hey,” he says, voice low, a little hoarse from hours of humming to himself. “didn’t think you’d actually come.”
you lift a brow, kicking the door shut behind you. “when have i ever not come when you called?”
yuma shrugs. “still didn’t think you’d come.”
he’s so stupidly casual about it. like the two of you haven’t been toeing a line for months—midnight texts, inside jokes, brush-of-the-hand kind of tension. you’re his friend. his non-idol friend. no stylists. no rules. just you, standing in his cave of beats and neon glow, pretending this is all totally normal.
“you said you wanted my opinion,” you remind him.
he swivels in his chair, nodding toward the monitor. “right. yeah. come listen.”
you slide in beside him, knees brushing, and try to ignore the heat crawling up your neck.
the track is slow. seductive. laced with synths and bass and something that feels like skin on skin. it builds and dips, not aggressive—just smooth, hypnotic, the kind of rhythm you’d move to in a dark room with someone’s hand on your waist and your heart in your throat.
halfway through, you swallow. “yuma... this is…”
“too much?” he asks, looking at you sideways.
“no,” you whisper. “it’s good. like. ridiculously good.”
you don’t say sexy, but the word sits there between you anyway.
he smirks. “yeah?”
“yeah.”
the silence that follows is loaded.
your heart does that stupid flutter it always does around him—the kind you try to ignore, until he does something like reach over you to hit a key, hand brushing your thigh, breath ghosting your cheek.
you freeze.
he doesn’t move.
then his voice, just above a whisper: “wanna know what i was thinking about when i made it?”
you nod, slow. “tell me.”
his eyes drop to your mouth. “you.”
your lungs stop functioning. “me?”
yuma shrugs one shoulder, like it’s nothing. like he didn’t just crack the earth in half.
“not in a weird way,” he says. “just… the way you looked the other night. when we were hanging out and you laughed at something i said. i went home and—” he breaks off, then huffs a laugh. “i started layering sounds and it just… came out like this.”
you blink. “you wrote a song because i laughed?”
“you looked at me when you did it.”
your stomach flips so violently it’s dizzying.
he doesn’t give you a chance to speak. just shifts, slow and certain, reaching out to tug you by the wrist. you stumble forward instinctively, hands bracing on the arms of his chair.
next thing you know, you're in his lap.
straddling him.
“yuma—” you start, but your voice cracks, and you’re not even sure what you were gonna say. stop? don’t? kiss me already?
he’s looking up at you like you’re the chorus he never quite finishes.
so he kisses you.
and god—it’s devastating. all tongue and teeth and heat, hands on your thighs, under your shirt, dragging you closer like he wants to wear you. your fingers twist in his hair, yanking a sound from him that goes straight to your core.
you grind down without thinking.
he groans.
the chair creaks.
“fuck,” he mutters against your mouth, his breath ragged. “you can’t—do that—unless we’re planning to take this way further.”
you lean in, licking into his mouth with a grin. “i didn’t think this was just a listening party. did you?”
he laughs, breathless, dark. “oh, you're a minx.”
you kiss him again.
deeper.
and in the background, the instrumental loops again.
your laughter’s not in it. but your moan might be soon.
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