smut, dubcon, forced submission, overstimulation (m rec), p in v, unprotected sex (do not), cumming inside (big no), pet names, mention of biting, scratching, hair pulling, mean switch!yuma, brief choking, kissing, cursing, slight begging, crying, cockwarming, lowercase intentional. (lmk if i missed any! also not proofread there may be some mistakes)
wc: 3.2k
he's the kind of guy who acts untouchable in public – sharp tongue, lazy grin, always picking fights just because he likes seeing people react. but behind closed doors he's unbearably clingy in the most irritating way imaginable.
he follows you around your apartment barefoot at ungodly hours, steals your clothes because they "smell right," sprawls across your bed like he owns it, and gets dramatically whiny whenever you stop paying attention to him for longer than 5 minutes.
the cat resemblance isnt even intentional. its in the way he prowls around when hes annoyed, the way his pupils blow wide when hes worked up, the rough affection hidden beneath all the biting sarcasm. he loves provoking you – cornering you against counters, grabbing your jaw too hard just to watch you glare at him, teasing you until you snap.
but the second you actually challenge him back, he gets reckless.
one night after a particularly nasty fight at a party, he dragged you out to his car in the pouring rain, still furious, still running his mouth – except now every insult comes out breathless, every harsh touch desperate underneath all the attitude.
he acts dominant, rough even, but the second you grab him by the hair or pin him down for once, the composure cracks instantly. suddenly he's whining through gritted teeth, frustrated at how badly he likes losing control when its you.
rain hammered against the windsheild hard enough to drown out half of the things he was saying, but not the way his voice kept cracking at the edges.
he was still pacing himself through the argument like he had something left to prove. one hand dragging through his soaked dark hair, the other braced against the roof of the car while he glared down at you from the open passenger door.
"you always do that," he snapped. "you sit there looking at me like you've already figured me out."
you leaned back against the seat, unimpressed. "maybe because you're predictable."
that hit harder than it shouldve.
his jaw tightened instantly. he slammed the door shut, circled the car, and climbed into the drivers seat with enough force to rock the whole thing. water dripped from the ends of his sleeves, his hair, and the sharp line of his nose while he stared forward in silence.
then he laughed once – dry, irritated.
"predictable," he muttered. "that’s cute."
but he wouldnt look at you anymore.
the tension inside the car thickened, heavy and humid from the rain and his anger. you could practically feel him vibrating beside you, restless in the same way he always got when something slipped under his skin too deep.
"you done throwing a tantrum?" you asked.
his head snapped towards you instantly, pupils blown wide despite the dim lighting.
"say that again."
you did.
and suddenly he was moving.
fast.
his hand caught your jaw roughly, shoving you back against the seat as he crowded into your space. "you think you're funny?" he hissed, though the anger sounded thinner now – fraying apart into something messier
you could feel it in the way his grip kept tightening and loosening, like he couldnt decide what he wanted.
so you grabbed him first this time.
a fist in his wet hair and a hard pull backward.
the reaction was instant.
his breath broke clean in half.
every ounce of attitude vanished from his face for one exposed second before he covered it with another glare, another nasty look that didnt quite land when he was already trembling under your hand.
"there," you murmured. "that’s the look."
"shut up."
but it came out strained.
you pulled his head back again, slower this time, watching the way his lips parted despite himself. the sound he made after was quiet and frustrated, like he hated how easily his body betrayed him.
his forehead dropped against your shoulder with a sharp exhale.
"you're insufferable." he muttered.
"and you like it."
he went still.
then his fingers curled into your clothes, grip almost desperate now, and he laughed again – softer this time, exhausted around the edges.
"yeah," he admitted bitterly. "and that's the problem."
he sat back into his seat. "buckle up."
the drive back was unbearable. not because either of you were talking – neither of you said a word after that, but because the silence felt too alive now, thick with everything left unfinished between you.
he drove with one hand locked around the steering wheel hard enough for his knuckles to pale, the other resting near the gearshift where your knee brushed against it everytime he turned a corner too sharp. each touch seemed to make him tense all over again.
rain streaked across the windows in blurred lines, streetlights flashing gold across his face for seconds at a time.
you caught him staring more than once and every single time, he looked away first.
it was irritating how obvious he became when he lost composure. the constant jaw clenching, the restless shifting in his seat, the way he kept dragging his tongue across his teeth like he was trying to hold himself together through sheer force alone.
by the third light, he finally muttered, "you're doing that on purpose."
"doing what?"
"that." his voice came rough. "looking at me like that."
you smiled faintly. "you're nervous."
that earned you a filthy glare.
but beneath it was something worse – heat, frustration, anticipation simmering so visibly it almost made you laugh.
he parked crooked outside the apartment building.
didnt even bother fixing it.
you got out of the passenger seat and slammed the door a little harder than necessary, the cold night air biting at your skin as you turned around towards the tinted window. for a second you expected to see him gripping the steering wheel, jaw tight, already pulling away.
instead, he was already shoving the drivers side door open.
you frowned. "what are you doing?"
he stepped out without answering right away, keys dangling from his fingers, irritation written all over his face.
"staying here tonight," he replied. "im not going to sleep pissed at you."
"thats not necessary," you sighed, folding your arms. "ill text you when you get home."
his eyes narrowed instantly.
"i am home, walk." he hissed, voice low and dangerous.
the word hit like a command more than a request.
you stared at him for half a second before turning towards your apartment building anyway, hearing the car lock behind you followed by his footsteps trailing close to your heels. not rushed, not hesitant, just stubbornly there – like he'd already decided there wasnt a version of tonight where he let you shut him out.
the second the door shut behind you both, the atmosphere changed completely.
it was immediate, like the tension had finally snapped.
he barely got 2 steps inside before grabbing you by the waist and shoving you back against the wall with enough force to rattle the picture frames nearby. his hair still damp from the rain, clothes half soaked, breathing uneven against your throat while he looked at you with that same furious expression he always wore right before losing control.
"you're a menace." he muttered
"you followed me home."
"because you wouldn’t stop provoking me."
"and now?"
his grip tightened.
"now im trying very hard not to bite you."
the answer came too quickly, too honest.
you could actually feel the embarrassment hit him a second later when his ears flushed red beneath the wet strands of hair stuck to his face. he immediately tried to recover with another smug look, another sarcastic comment, but it fell apart the moment you touched his jaw.
there it was.
that shiver.
tiny, involuntary, and impossible to hide.
his eyes narrowed at you like he resented being readable.
"you enjoy this way too much." he said quietly.
"you make it easy."
he laughed under his breath, though it sounded wrecked around the edges now. then he leaned down just enough for his mouth to hover near yours without actually kissing you. teasing, lingering, making the wait feel intentional.
the worst part was that he looked completely ruined already.
all sharp breaths, restless hands, and desperate eyes despite the fact that nothing had even happened yet.
and somehow that only made him more dangerous.
his restraint was the first to snap – not in some dramatic way, no warning, no clever comeback, just the sudden crash of his mouth against yours like he was tired of fighting himself. hot, rough, and desperate – one hand pinned beside your head while the other slid lower against your waist hard enough to leave fingerprints.
he kissed like he argued.
mean at first. all teeth and frustration, every breath tangled with another muttered curse against your lips while the rainwater soaked through your shirt where his body pressed against you.
"you're impossible." he breathed against your mouth.
"and you're still here."
his stare went sharp. he looked as if he was going to lose it any second now but this time, it never came. because the second your fingers slipped into his damp hair, his entire body reacted once again.
another shiver, bigger this time.
his jaw clenched like he hated that you noticed.
"dont." he warned, breath uneven.
you did it again anyway, as if his threats ever stopped you. your fingers tightened in his hair a little rougher this time, tugging his head back just enough to pull a soft, broken whine out of him before he could stop it.
"m–mmh..”
the noise seemed to embarrass him instantly.
his grip on your waist tightened enough to sting while he burried his face into your shoulder like hiding there would somehow erase what you'd just heard. a quiet curse slipped under his breath, shaky and frustrated.
"see?" you whispered. "you like being handled."
"shut it."
his breathing had gone uneven enough now that you could feel it against your skin. it wasnt subtle anymore.
every slow inhale caught somewhere in his chest whenever your hands wandered, like he was trying desperately to stay composed and failing in real time. the smug attitude was slipping away piece by piece, replaced with something far worse – impatience.
his expression shifted into something darker, heavier, before he suddenly caught your wrist and pulled you after him through the apartment he knew far too well now despite not being his.
he stopped just outside your bedroom door. then, with a small tilt of his head, silently signaled for you to go in first.
the gesture alone sent heat curling low in your stomach. you hesitated for half a second anyway, fully aware of what that look in his eyes usually led to.
"move." he muttered under his breath, still ragged from before.
you obeyed.
the door clicked shut behind him a moment later, and by the time you turned around he was already dragging his soaked shirt over his head, damp hair falling into his face as he tossed the fabric into an unknown spot in your room.
and there it was again – that stare.
the one he always had right before crossing a line he'd pretended all night he wouldn't cross.
one moment there was distance between you, the next he had you pressed back into the mattress like he couldn’t stand the space between you for another heartbeat. his urgency wasn’t gentle, it was focused, breathless, like he was barely holding himself together.
he pulled himself so close to you that the heat of his body seeped through the thin fabric of your clothes, his aching length throbbing insistently beneath his grey sweats.
his voice was rough and desperate as he whispered against your lips,
"fuck… need you so bad, doll…" his fingers trembled, gripping your hips like he was afraid you might vanish if he let go.
with a desperate whine, he lost all restraint. in one fluid motion, he shoved his sweats and chrome hearts boxers down, letting them pool at his ankles.
his breath hitched as the sudden air hit his already leaking cock, the tip glistening under the dim light.
"look what you do to me baby.. this is all you." he groaned, his voice thick with need yet broken around the edges.
before you could respond he was on you, crawling back over like a predator claiming its prize. his hands found the hem of your shirt, yanking it up and over your head with a urgency that left you breathless.
"off. now."
his command was a low, guttural demand, and you arched into him as his fingers traced the waistband of your jeans.
"yuma please…" you gasped, your own body aching for his touch more than you like to admit.
"fuck, you're so perfect from this angle" he murmured. his lips trailing down your neck, each kiss punctuated by a soft, needy whimper.
his hands were everywhere. unbuttoning, unzipping, peeling away the last barriers between you. the sound of fabric hitting the floor was drowned out by the ragged sounds escaping both of you, the air thick with anticipation.
his fingers skimmed your skin, teasing, taunting. "tell me you want this," he panted, his length brushing against your thigh, leaving a warm, wet trail. "tell me baby.. please–fuck."
he couldn't wait any longer. with another ragged whine, he lined himself up and slammed into you with one brutal, desperate thrust.
the force of it stole the breath from your lungs, a broken cry spilling from your lips as he bottomed out, his hips already snapping forward with a relentless, punishing rhythm.
"hnngh–fuck, doll, you feel-ngh" his words dissolved into a string of curses and moans, the wet obscene sounds of skin meeting skin filling the room.
you clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders, but it wasnt enough. you needed more. before even thinking, your fingers tangled into his damp hair, yanking just hard enough to send a wave through him.
his body jerked, a broken whimper tearring from his throat. "ah–shit, baby.. dont—" his voice was thin. needy. his hips stuttering for just a moment before forcing himself back into that brutal pace from before.
you were tired of him calling the shots.
with a groan, you twisted, using every ounce of leverage to flip him onto his back. he went down with a surprised gasp, his cat-like eyes wide as you straddled his hips, pinning him down with a strength that belied your size.
"my turn kitty." you panted, grinding down onto him, watching his expression shatter as the pleasure ripped through his entire body.
"tch.. ah—" he bucked up into you, but you held him down, grip unyielding.
you taunted him, rolling your hips in slow, deliberate circles, drawing a sharp whine from his chest. his lips curled, all sass and fire but his body melted beneath you. his cock twitching, breath coming in ragged, needy gasps.
"come on baby i know you can give me more than that.." you whispered, breath uneven. "ill force it out of you."
"like you could even—ah..! fuck–please.." his protests were weak, his voice trembling, and you knew. as much as he hated to admit it, he loved this. loved the way you took control, the way his own strength was no match for your determination.
his hips rocked upward helplessly as he came closer to his peak, seeking more, his body betraying every last bit of his bratty defiance.
"that's it," you murmured, leaning down to bite at his collarbone, "be a good boy and take what i give you, yeah?"
and thats all it took. his body tensed beneath you, cock pulsing as the first wave of his orgasm crashed over him.
"hah.. wait—fuck, cumming..ah!” his fingers digging into your hips as he spilled between you. his release hot and messy, but you werent done with him yet – not even close.
you kept grinding, slow and purposeful, your hips rolling in a rhythm that made his overstimulated nerves sting. his breath hitched, body twitching as if he wanted to pull away, but your grip on his waist was iron.
"n-no, please—" he whimpered, voice cracking as you dragged yet another shuddering gasp from him. his nails scraped at your skin, half begging, half clawing. but you only smirked, leaning down to lick a stripe up his throat.
"shh, kitty," you purred, voice dark with satisfaction. "you're mine right now, and i’m not letting you go until you give me everything you have."
still half hard, he twitched inside you as you clenched around him, the pressure making him whine. "fuck—stop–its too much, i cant—" his words barely making it out as you continued to grind on him, harder now.
your own pleasure building, walls fluttering around him. his eyes were tear filled, desperate, his chest heaving as you rode him through the oversensitivity, his body trembling between pleasure and overload.
"look at you," you breathed, your own voice rough with need. "such a good kitty, taking it all for me."
his face twisted, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as you forced another broken moan from him, his hips jerking helplessly. you could feel him hardening again, his body betraying him as you chased your own peak, your movements growing erratic, your breath coming in sharp, needy pants.
"gonna come again for me, baby?" you taunted, your nails raking down his chest. "gonna let me use you until you're nothing but a trembling, sobbing mess?"
his lips parted, a broken, needy sound escaping as you rolled your hips just right, his cock twitching deep inside you. You could feel your orgasm coiling tight, your muscles clenching around him, milking him as you chased the edge.
and then—
"f-fuck—ah" his back arched off the bed, a choked cry tearing from his throat as his length pulsed again, his second release spilling inside you.
the sensation sent you over the edge, your own climax crashing over you as you clenched around him, your walls rippling, dragging every last drop from him. His fingers dug into your hips, his voice a broken litany of "please, please, please—" as you rode him through it once more, your movements growing sluggish, your breath ragged.
you collapsed against him, your chest heaving, your body still trembling with the aftershocks. his cock twitched weakly inside you, oversensitive and spent, but you could feel him still.
soft, but yours.
you nuzzled into his throat, your lips brushing his skin as you let out a satisfied, breathless laugh.
"yeah, like that was going to shut me up," he huffed, pulling away with a dramatic glare, his voice dripping with mock offense. he pouted, his lower lip jutting out as he wiped at his own mess with an exaggerated sigh. "please. you should know better by now."
"and yet you keep testing me," your voice laced with amusement as you arched a brow at his dramatic pout. "its almost like you enjoy it."
"we’ll finish this conversation tomorrow," he murmured, his gaze flickering between your eyes and the glistening evidence of what had just passed between you. "right now, i’m getting you cleaned up. bath?" his tone was gentle, but the fire in his eyes betrayed the storm still raging beneath the surface.
and you were going to have to deal with it tomorrow.
₊ ୧ genre: smut! 𓈒 ׄ pairing: yuma x fem!reader 𓏸⠀ 𓈒 warnings/tags: car sex, possessiveness, jealousy, cursing, crying (during sex), dirty talk, teasing, unprotected sex, fingering (i need his hands bad), dom!yuma, possessive/jealous!yuma, bratty!reader, cnc, choking, creampie.𓏸⠀ 𓈒word count: 1683
𓈒 ׄ summary: you just wanted to get out the house, but something fueled your fire. yumas possessiveness. the way he gets upset turns you on, bad. and just when he thought your tiny bikini top was all, he was highly mistaken. harua and nicho made it easy for you to piss him off once again. ₊ ୧ m.list! 𓂃 ۪ ׄ a/n: imagining yuma pissed at me already does something to me bro. i literally cant. 😔
yuma has always the jealous type. there was no reason for him to hide it, you genuinely liked how worked up he’d get over the slightest things. just like today. you, him, and a few of his members chose to hang out on the hottest day of all days.
it's just an excuse to go and hang out somewhere less closed off. everyone planned to go to the beach and you already had him irritated. the second he saw you step out in those shorts and that stupid ass bikini top he was pissed. jaw clenched, arms crossed like you just killed someone.
y: “fuck no, please take it off.”
you: “b-”
he took a deep breath, cutting you off before you could even get a word out. hand sliding down his face.
y: “other men are gonna be there babe.”
you: “yuma, its literally the beach, calm down.”
he scoffed, eyes trailing over your body. he’s really trying to keep it together but that fucking top is testing evey inch of his self-control.
y: “calm down? i would’ve been calm if the bikini covered more than just your nipple.”
you: “what do you expect me to wear then? sweats and a hoodie.”
y: “that would be nice but you could at lease cover your fucking boobs.”
you roll your eyes, but you couldn’t even speak before he tossed one of his tees he grabbed from the chair. you don't even reach out to grab it, you just let it hit your chest then fall to the floor. you stare at him. he glares right back at you, not moving an inch.
y: “put it on or we’ll stay home.”
even though you felt bold, you bent over and picked it up. letting out a small sigh before tugging it over your head. he would much rather prefer to keep you home. but instead he opens the door for you with a hand on your hip, voice low in your ear.
y: “if anyone stares too long we’ll have a problem, pretty girl.”
the drive to the beach wasn't long. you were already sweating. thighs stuck together because of the heat. the boys were already there and set up, a couple of towels, and a few snacks. only harua, nicho, juju, and kei were there so yuma felt a little less stressed.
being outside was nice. the ocean breeze, the sunset glow, everyone doing their own thing. kei was laid out in the sand somewhere with his girl curled into his side, all soft kisses and shared headphones. juju had disappeared with yuma earlier, giggling about something and dragging him toward the shoreline. you didn’t think much of it. just sat between nicho and harua, the three of you scrolling, laughing, teasing each other like it was just another beach day.
you were doubled over laughing at a dumbass video harua showed you, head resting on his shoulder while your fingers brushed against nicho’s thigh. harmless? nah, you knew it wasn’t. you did it with intent, intent to piss yuma off. you didn’t realize how nicho had stopped laughing. how his eyes had stayed on your face a little too long. how harua’s smirk twitched when you playfully leaned into him.
yuma noticed. quick.
he saw everything the moment he returned. saw your pretty smile aimed at someone else. your thighs tucked under you, pressed too close between two other guys. saw nicho looking at you like he wanted to kiss you. saw your hand on harua’s arm like you didn’t belong to someone already.
and then?
nothing. no words. just silence and a blur of movement. you gasped as his fingers wrapped around your wrist. not gently either. he yanked you up from the sand so fast your phone tumbled into the blanket. he didn’t even look at the others. didn’t say a single word.
he just started walking, dragging you behind him. his grip was tight. too tight. jaw clenched. steps sharp. your heart thundered.
you: “yuma-?”
still nothing.
he walked you all the way to the car in silence, shoved the door open, and gestured for you to get in. when you didn’t move fast enough, he leaned in close. too close. his breath, hot against your cheek.
y: “get in the car.”
you’d never heard him voice sound this way. voice low. quiet. dangerous. you slipped into the seat, pulse racing, thighs pressed together, suddenly very aware of what you’d done. yuma slammed the door shut behind you and walked around to the driver's side. when he got in, he didn’t start the engine. just sat there. staring at you.
until he finally spoke, voice cold as ice:
y: “you wanna tell me why you were all over them?”
you: “w-wha-”
y: “you wanna act stupid now?”
you look away, heart pounding the second he leaned in closer.
y: “you were all touchy, smiley. holding onto harua like you’re with him or something.”
you: “yuma, i wasn-”
y: “dont fucking lie to me. if i didnt come back, harua would’ve had your ass in his lap. nicho was damn near ready to kiss you. and you? you just sat there eating it up.”
you flinch at his tone. he was sharp, possessive. you stay silent, lips parted like you had something to say. but, you didnt. you liked this. you liked the way he talked to you. the way he watched from afar, the way you knew you’d piss him off. you just didn't think it would get this far.
you: “they’re our friends.”
y: “that wasn’t friendship. you wanted a reaction.”
you: “maybe if you didn't walk off with-”
y: “i don't wanna hear that shit. you knew what you were doing.”
he’s right. but you won’t give him the satisfaction. his voice cracks sharp like a slap, eyes blazing. you shift in your seat, thighs squeezing, heat rushing between your legs. he doesn’t even speak. he just opens the door, walks around, yanks your door open, and pulls you out by the wrist again.
you: “yuma- what are you-”
y: “get in the backseat.”
you: “are you ser-”
y: “now.”
your breath stutters. you climb in. he slams the door shut behind him. your heart was pounding like a warning siren. the air in the car is thick. too hot, too tense, like the argument is still echoing off the windows. you sit on your knees, turning around just in time for him to slam the door and lunge across the seat toward you.
you: “yuma-”
he kisses you hard. more teeth than lips. all spite and jealousy, hand already shoved under your top to grope your tits with no patience. he’s breathing like he just ran a mile, every part of him buzzing with restraint.
y: “you wanted this, right? wanted me pissed off? wanted to make me jealous?”
you: “i-i wasn’t trying-”
he drags your shorts down so fast you yelp, underwear tearing halfway off when he pushes them aside instead of bothering to pull them down.
y: “shut up. i don’t wanna hear you lie.”
his fingers find your slit, already soaked. you moan into his shoulder, thighs twitching when two fingers slide in without warning. he curls them slow and deep, smirking when you gasp.
you: “yuma- please-”
y: “nah. say it.”
he scissors his fingers inside you, thumb pressing hard on your clit.
y: “you were doing that shit, on purpose.”
you try to hold it in, head dropping forward, but he grabs your face with his free hand, thumb digging into your cheek.
y: “say it.”
you: “i-i was just-”
y: “say. it.”
he pulls his fingers out and slaps your pussy. your whole body jolts.
you: “i wanted to piss you off.”
he freezes.
you: “i wanted to see how mad you’d get. wanted you to- fuck- want me like this.”
his lips twitch. not a smile. something darker.
y: “you’re a real piece of work.”
he grabs your hips, flips you onto your stomach, pushes your face into the seat cushion. the next thing you feel is his belt unbuckling behind you. fast. messy. the slide of denim and heat against your bare ass making your mouth go dry.
he doesn’t prep. doesn’t ask. just spits in his hand, strokes himself once, and sinks into you in one brutal thrust. you scream into the seat.
y: “this what you wanted, right?”
he fucks into you like he’s trying to silence every bratty word you’ve ever said.
y: “you wanted me to lose my shit? drag you out of there like you’re my fucking property?”
he pulls out and slams back in. the car shakes with every thrust. your fingers claw the leather seat. you're babbling. moaning, gasping, eyes rolled back.
you: “yuma- f-fuck, its’too much-”
y: “no it’s not.”
he grabs your throat, lifts you up slightly so he can fuck into you at a deeper angle.
y: “you can take it. little tease like you can take it.”
you’re crying by the time he brings his hand back to your clit, rubbing it hard and fast as his cock pounds you open from behind. your legs are trembling. your mouth won’t stop spilling apologies and curses.
you: “i’m sorry- i’m sorry- i just wan-”
y: “you got what you wanted.”
your orgasm crashes into you like a wave. it rips through your spine and leaves you shaking, thighs twitching uncontrollably, drool smearing the seat cushion. yuma doesn’t stop. not until you go limp, not until he spills deep inside you with a grunt and stays there, breath ragged, arms caging you in.
silence.
you’re still panting when he leans forward, presses a kiss to your shoulder.
content: they got a cat named "kuro", fluff fluff fluff, cuddles
notes: so in japanese lang. "koneko" means kitty/kitten. and this is for my baby, nika!!!she deserves everything in this world and i hope you guys enjoyyyy
not proofread im sorry if theres any mistakes
🎧glue song- beabadoobee
—🐾🪽
"Koneko?" Yuma's voice echoed softly through the silent apartment as he inside, shutting the door behind him with a tired sigh. He had just returned from practice, shoulders sore and hair slightly damp from the rain outside.
Usually, you would've come running the second you heard the door unlock or at least yelled a lazy greeting from somewhere in the apartment. But tonight, there was nothing.
Frowning slightly, Yuma glanced around before heading toward your shared bedroom, already loosening the straps of his bags from his shoulder. The apartment felt colder than usual. Rain poured heavily outside, droplets tapping relentlessly against the windows. The power had gone out sometime earlier, leaving the apartment dim.
"Baby?" he called again, quieter this time.
Yuma let out a quiet breath before tossing his bag carelessly into the corner of the room. The dull thud barely echoed through the apartment over the sound of the rain. Just as he stepped out of the bedroom, a soft meow reached his ears. "Kuro?"
Following the sound, Yuma made his way toward the living room, the cold wooden floor creaking faintly under his steps.
Another flash of lightning briefly shined the apartment and that's when he finally found you.
Curled up on the couch beneath a thick blanket, you looked impossibly small. Your body was tucked into the blanket for warmth, face half hidden against the soft fabric while the steady rise and fall of your breathing told him you were sleeping.
Beside you sat Kuro, comfortably pressed against your side. The cat lifted his head the moment Yuma entered, green eyes blinking up at him before letting out another quiet meow.
Yuma's shoulders softened almost instantly at the sight.
Your sleeping figure looked so cozy and warm that Yuma found himself staring for a second too long. Yuma's exhaustion melted little by little as he stepped closer to the couch. Carefully, he crouched beside you and reached a hand out. His fingers slipped gently through your hair, brushing slow strokes against your scalp.
"Koneko?" he whispered softly. Your brows twitched faintly at the familiar voice. A tiny hum escaped you and Yuma couldn't help but smile softly.
"Why are you sleeping out here,hm?" he murmured, low voice blending with the sound of the rain.
You slowly opened your eyes, blinking the sleep away as your gaze met his in the dim darkness.
"Yuma..." you whined softly, your voice rough with sleep and exhaustion. The pout on your face deepened as you shifted further into the blanket. "You're late. I waited for you."
"Mmmm, I know baby. I'm sorry." He murmured gently, a soft smile pulling onto his lips as he continued stroking your hair. "Practice ran longer than I thought."
You only frowned harder at that, "Liar."
Yuma let out a quiet laugh through his nose. "I'm serious."
Your eyes fluttered shut again as his hand kept moving through your hair, the warmth of his touch making you melt further into the couch.
The rain outside filled the silence between you both.
Then you cracked one eye open slightly and mumbled, "I want cuddles."
Yuma's expression softened almost instantly at your sleepy request.
"Yeah?" he murmured as he brushed his thumb against your messy hairline. "Then sit up, hm?" A quiet grumble left you immediately, brows furrowing. You glared at him weakly before finally pushing yourself upright under the blanket.
Yuma chuckled quietly under his breath before sitting down beside you on the couch. "Come here." he murmured softly.
With gentle hands, he guided you closer, helping you climb onto his lap sideways while keeping the blanket wrapped around you both. The second you settled against him, your entire body melted into him. A tired sigh escaped your lips as you buried your face into his chest, arms lazily wrapping around his waist while his own arms came around you instinctively, holding you securely against him.
"There you go." Yuma whispered, voice low and warm right beside your ear.
One of his hands slid up to cradle the back of your head, fingers threading slowly through your hair while the other rested firmly against your waist beneath the blanket. You hummed softly, nuzzling even closer to him without thinking. Yuma smiled faintly at that, tightening his hold just a little.
"Baby," he called softly. You let out a hum in response, barely lifting your head.
"Shall we go to the bed,hm?" he asked gently, leaning down to press a soft kiss against your forehead. You nodded weakly.
He shifted his arms under you with practiced ease and stood up effortlessly, lifting you into his hold without breaking the warmth between you. He held you bridal style, your blanket still wrapped messily around you as you instinctively clung to his hoodie. Your head rested against his chest, eyes slowly fluttering.
Yuma glanced down at you for a moment, a small fond smile lingering on his face. "Don't fall asleep yet. At least let me put you in bed properly, yeah?" he murmured.
He placed you down on the bed carefully, like you were something precious he didn't want to break. The mattress dipped softly under your weight as the blanket shifted around you. Yuma then walked around to the other side of the bed. He slid in beside you and immediately turned toward you, closing the small distance between your bodies.
He settled behind you slowly, until the warmth of his chest pressed against your back and engulfed you completely.
One of his arms slipped around your waist, pulling you closer in one smooth motion until there wasn't any gap left between your bodies. His leg slid gently between yours, as every part of him unconsciously seeked you out. Yuma's chin eventually found its place near your shoulder, occasionally brushing against the side of your head whenever you shifted. His hand rested softly against your stomach, fingers moving in lazy patterns against the fabric of your shirt.
"Yuma..." you called for him drowsily, voice barely above a whisper as you tried to fight off sleep. He hummed in response, leaning in slightly as he inhaled the faint scent of your hair.
"Tell me about your day?" you asked, words slurring. A quiet laugh slipped out of him. "First, let's sleep and then we'll talk, okay baby?" He murmured against your hair, voice gentle.
You gave a small sleepy protest but your body was already sinking further into the mattress, the warmth of him behind you making it almost impossible to stay awake.
Outside the rain had started to ease. The steady loud sound softened into a lighter patter, just like how he calmed your messy loud world.
Yuma leaned closer and pressed a slow lingering kiss to the back of your head, "Sleep well, Koneko."
Eventually, he started to drift, his forehead resting lightly against your hair as his closed.
—🐾🪽
okay so tbh this isnt my fav one cause i feel like i could've done better but well 🤷🏻♀️
where you spend a movie night with yuma... 𖹭
𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: yuma x f!reader
𝑪𝑾: none, puuure fluff
𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 1,320 words
𝑨/𝑵: for lovely nika ! i had so much fun writing this ( ˊᵕˋ ) pls enjoy! ☆
the ticking of the baking alarm blended with the gentle rhythm of a slow song as you swayed your hips, hands moving carefully over the tray of cookies. you'd been preparing snacks for your weekly movie night with yuma, having woken up that morning determined to make it the best one yet. he'd been under so much stress with work lately, always coming home late from practice and only eating when you packed him food before he left.
during previous movie nights, yuma would fight to keep his eyes open, trying his best to stay focused on the screen, but it never really worked out. he'd always end up falling asleep halfway through. you didn't mind, though. he was tired, and he deserved to rest.
you glanced up at the clock. 7 p.m. nearly the time yuma usually got home. the first batch of cookies was already done, each one perfectly circular, while the second batch baked in the oven.
you continued humming along to the music, losing yourself in the rhythm so completely that you didn't hear the door unlock or the jangle of keys in the doorway.
yuma peeked inside and called your name, his bag still slung over his shoulder as the sweet scent of freshly baked dough engulfed him. he kicked off his shoes and padded straight for you, dropping his bag somewhere along the way.
for a moment, he just stood behind you, watching the way your body moved, taking in your facial expressions as you murmured along to the lyrics. a smile tugged at his lips when he realized you were completely lost in your own world.
then he let out a breath, and you jumped, whirling around with your hand gripping your chest.
"yuma!" you gasped, hand now clutching the edge of the counter to steady yourself. you reached over to lower the music. "stop scaring me like that! when did you even get here?"
"i called your name, like, twice," he chuckled, moving closer until he had you caged between his arms, hands resting on the counter on either side of you.
"well, you could've been louder." you playfully rolled your eyes and turned back to continue what you were doing.
he raised an eyebrow, his hands settling on your hips before you could fully turn away. he leaned in dangerously close to your face, eyes studying yours before flicking down to your lips. that familiar smirk spread across his face before he pressed a kiss to your lips. then another. then one more to your cheek.
you sighed, gently pushing him away with your hands on his chest. "you need to shower. fast. so we can actually have our movie night." you pointed a finger at his face, eyes narrowing playfully.
yuma could only nod as guilt washed over him. he knew he'd been cutting your movie nights short a lot lately, so he had to make it up to you.
"i'm sorry," he mumbled, bending his head down to rest on your shoulder. you could hear the guilt clear in his tone, so you massaged the back of his neck, making him face you.
"if you want to make it up to me, let's watch my favorite movie, and i'll wait for you to make your special popcorn." you smiled at him, sweeping his bangs aside.
your smile widened when you saw his eyes crinkle as he huffed another laugh and agreed. he left a soft kiss on your lips, then gathered his things to quickly shower.
when yuma came back out, you were still at the counter, finishing up the last batch of cookies that had just been pulled from the oven. hearing his footsteps, you looked up, your hair now falling freely over your shoulders.
he padded over to you, taking his usual spot with his chin on your shoulder. the scent of baby powder and soap enveloped you, his bangs tickling your ear every time he shifted.
"why don't you get started on the popcorn while i set up the snacks?" you suggested.
yuma nodded and moved to the nearest pot to begin making the popcorn from scratch. he always had a way of making it so that every kernel was popped, crunchy, and perfectly salted.
by the time yuma was done, you were already lying on the couch, wrapped in the coziest blanket you owned, fingers moving across the remote as you typed in the title of the film.
he set down the tray with the popcorn and your favorite drinks, then cracked open an energy drink for himself. no way was he going to fall asleep in the middle of anything, especially not when you'd tried so hard for him today.
yuma settled down next to you, and you leaned your head against his chest. the movie began, and you both stayed quiet except for the occasional word or two about how your days had gone.
the longer the movie went on, the more relaxed you both became. at some point, you shifted so that you were snuggled up with your legs bent, and yuma laid his head in your lap, your hand absentmindedly carding through his long hair.
"i missed you today," he whispered, bringing your hand up to his face and leaving a kiss on the back of it.
"so you didn't miss me any other day?" you hummed, poking fun at him to get back at him for how he usually was with you.
he looked up and gave you an unamused stare as you wiggled your eyebrows at him.
"oi, oi," he complained, sitting up straight. "do you even want to know how many times i complained that i was dying to get to home to you?"
he started listing every moment he'd missed and thought of you that day, making you want to take back your words as you laughed at him passionately counting on his fingers.
"even nicholas told me to shut up and leave!" his chest heaved dramatically, like he'd just run a marathon. you couldn't help the giggle that escaped you as you hid your face under the blanket.
yuma huffed, crossing his arms in a fake pout as he turned away from you.
you peeked out, tugging at the sleeve of his shirt to pull him back. he caved immediately, never able to stand being away from you for too long. his arms wrapped around your waist and he rested his chin on your chest, gazing up at you with those bright, cat-like eyes that made you want to squish him.
you cupped his cheeks and peppered his face with kisses. he hummed, drinking in every second of the attention you were giving him.
nestling his face into your palms, he pressed a kiss to one hand, then took your other and kissed that too. he trailed up your wrist and arm, leaving tender kisses along the way until he reached your face again.
the movie was long forgotten by then. when your lips met, it wasn't hungry or urgent like it usually was with yuma; it was soft and gentle, like a cloud cradling you. like he was saying sorry all over again.
when you pulled back, you could see the red creeping across his ears, the warmth spreading over his neck that you felt as your arms looped around him. you both shifted, your head settling into his lap while his fingers wandered through your hair.
yuma pretended to watch the movie, but his eyes never left your face. he noticed the way you fought off sleep, struggling to stay awake for him.
by the time the credits rolled, you were sound asleep, soft breaths falling from your lips. he smiled to himself, already knowing he'd never let you hear the end of it in the morning.
he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, then carried you back to bed as you curled into him. 𖹭
where you spend a movie night with yuma... 𖹭
𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: yuma x f!reader
𝑪𝑾: none, puuure fluff
𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 1,320 words
𝑨/𝑵: for lovely nika ! i had so much fun writing this ( ˊᵕˋ ) pls enjoy! ☆
the ticking of the baking alarm blended with the gentle rhythm of a slow song as you swayed your hips, hands moving carefully over the tray of cookies. you'd been preparing snacks for your weekly movie night with yuma, having woken up that morning determined to make it the best one yet. he'd been under so much stress with work lately, always coming home late from practice and only eating when you packed him food before he left.
during previous movie nights, yuma would fight to keep his eyes open, trying his best to stay focused on the screen, but it never really worked out. he'd always end up falling asleep halfway through. you didn't mind, though. he was tired, and he deserved to rest.
you glanced up at the clock. 7 p.m. nearly the time yuma usually got home. the first batch of cookies was already done, each one perfectly circular, while the second batch baked in the oven.
you continued humming along to the music, losing yourself in the rhythm so completely that you didn't hear the door unlock or the jangle of keys in the doorway.
yuma peeked inside and called your name, his bag still slung over his shoulder as the sweet scent of freshly baked dough engulfed him. he kicked off his shoes and padded straight for you, dropping his bag somewhere along the way.
for a moment, he just stood behind you, watching the way your body moved, taking in your facial expressions as you murmured along to the lyrics. a smile tugged at his lips when he realized you were completely lost in your own world.
then he let out a breath, and you jumped, whirling around with your hand gripping your chest.
"yuma!" you gasped, hand now clutching the edge of the counter to steady yourself. you reached over to lower the music. "stop scaring me like that! when did you even get here?"
"i called your name, like, twice," he chuckled, moving closer until he had you caged between his arms, hands resting on the counter on either side of you.
"well, you could've been louder." you playfully rolled your eyes and turned back to continue what you were doing.
he raised an eyebrow, his hands settling on your hips before you could fully turn away. he leaned in dangerously close to your face, eyes studying yours before flicking down to your lips. that familiar smirk spread across his face before he pressed a kiss to your lips. then another. then one more to your cheek.
you sighed, gently pushing him away with your hands on his chest. "you need to shower. fast. so we can actually have our movie night." you pointed a finger at his face, eyes narrowing playfully.
yuma could only nod as guilt washed over him. he knew he'd been cutting your movie nights short a lot lately, so he had to make it up to you.
"i'm sorry," he mumbled, bending his head down to rest on your shoulder. you could hear the guilt clear in his tone, so you massaged the back of his neck, making him face you.
"if you want to make it up to me, let's watch my favorite movie, and i'll wait for you to make your special popcorn." you smiled at him, sweeping his bangs aside.
your smile widened when you saw his eyes crinkle as he huffed another laugh and agreed. he left a soft kiss on your lips, then gathered his things to quickly shower.
when yuma came back out, you were still at the counter, finishing up the last batch of cookies that had just been pulled from the oven. hearing his footsteps, you looked up, your hair now falling freely over your shoulders.
he padded over to you, taking his usual spot with his chin on your shoulder. the scent of baby powder and soap enveloped you, his bangs tickling your ear every time he shifted.
"why don't you get started on the popcorn while i set up the snacks?" you suggested.
yuma nodded and moved to the nearest pot to begin making the popcorn from scratch. he always had a way of making it so that every kernel was popped, crunchy, and perfectly salted.
by the time yuma was done, you were already lying on the couch, wrapped in the coziest blanket you owned, fingers moving across the remote as you typed in the title of the film.
he set down the tray with the popcorn and your favorite drinks, then cracked open an energy drink for himself. no way was he going to fall asleep in the middle of anything, especially not when you'd tried so hard for him today.
yuma settled down next to you, and you leaned your head against his chest. the movie began, and you both stayed quiet except for the occasional word or two about how your days had gone.
the longer the movie went on, the more relaxed you both became. at some point, you shifted so that you were snuggled up with your legs bent, and yuma laid his head in your lap, your hand absentmindedly carding through his long hair.
"i missed you today," he whispered, bringing your hand up to his face and leaving a kiss on the back of it.
"so you didn't miss me any other day?" you hummed, poking fun at him to get back at him for how he usually was with you.
he looked up and gave you an unamused stare as you wiggled your eyebrows at him.
"oi, oi," he complained, sitting up straight. "do you even want to know how many times i complained that i was dying to get to home to you?"
he started listing every moment he'd missed and thought of you that day, making you want to take back your words as you laughed at him passionately counting on his fingers.
"even nicholas told me to shut up and leave!" his chest heaved dramatically, like he'd just run a marathon. you couldn't help the giggle that escaped you as you hid your face under the blanket.
yuma huffed, crossing his arms in a fake pout as he turned away from you.
you peeked out, tugging at the sleeve of his shirt to pull him back. he caved immediately, never able to stand being away from you for too long. his arms wrapped around your waist and he rested his chin on your chest, gazing up at you with those bright, cat-like eyes that made you want to squish him.
you cupped his cheeks and peppered his face with kisses. he hummed, drinking in every second of the attention you were giving him.
nestling his face into your palms, he pressed a kiss to one hand, then took your other and kissed that too. he trailed up your wrist and arm, leaving tender kisses along the way until he reached your face again.
the movie was long forgotten by then. when your lips met, it wasn't hungry or urgent like it usually was with yuma; it was soft and gentle, like a cloud cradling you. like he was saying sorry all over again.
when you pulled back, you could see the red creeping across his ears, the warmth spreading over his neck that you felt as your arms looped around him. you both shifted, your head settling into his lap while his fingers wandered through your hair.
yuma pretended to watch the movie, but his eyes never left your face. he noticed the way you fought off sleep, struggling to stay awake for him.
by the time the credits rolled, you were sound asleep, soft breaths falling from your lips. he smiled to himself, already knowing he'd never let you hear the end of it in the morning.
he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, then carried you back to bed as you curled into him. 𖹭
You want hybrid &Team? Okay then how about Kitty Hybrid Yuma and bunny hybrid Harua both fucking their owner. Yuma is rough and loves to leave marks on you. Harua loves to fuck fast like a bunny and while he's not as rough, he does have a clingy streak.
𝑪𝑾: yuma x reader x harua (creampie, overstimulation, biting, hybrid!&team)
oohhh my god ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) just thinking about yuma with his tail that flicks around every time he thrusts deeper into you. harua holding you in his embrace, leaning onto him, your head tucked in the curve of his neck, as he plays with your tits, twisting and torturing your nipples while he whispers the filthiest things. he loves toying with your ear, nibbling on it with his bunny teeth.
yuma is so far gone, seeing you moan and twitch under him makes him sink his teeth into your neck. your eyes are hazy, unable to breathe from how much is going on around you. yuma continues to bite harder along your shoulder, leaving bite marks with his canines following each one with kitty licks.
harua is so, so needy, whining in your ear that he wants you too, wants your attention on him too :( yuma just laughs, pace quickening as his hips begin stuttering. harua reaches down and toys with your clit, flicking and rubbing relentlessly to get you to cum faster.
your hands grip the bed sheet, pulling as you scream from overstimulation. your climax crashes over you, getting tighter around yuma who's hands grip yours hips so tight as he stays buried deep inside you, pumping his release inside you. he rubs your belly, groaning when he sees it trickle out.
harua takes this chance and switches, asking you to stay awake for him, promising that he won't take too long. he leaves soft kisses on your face, hoping you stay awake enough to watch him, and you nod, legs still trembling as you bend them to expose yourself better to him.
harua doesn't waste any time, shoving his hard cock inside you and he's already about to cum, but he needs to savor it—this tightness, the dripping pussy wrapped around him that squeezed so tight around him. his pace is so much faster than yuma's, the slapping sound sounding repeatedly in the room as he chases his own relief.
yuma is lying beside you, admiring his work on your neck, realizing that he may have been too rough with you so he sucks on each mark that he left. his ears twitch, tail wrapping around your waist. he wants it to be known that you're his, but he doesn't want you hurt. :(
harua is close as he keeps asking if you're close too. his fluffy, dangling ears distract you, but you're quickly brought back when he shoves himself deep inside you. you don't trust your voice, whimpering and nodding as you force yourself to look at the cock pumping in and out of you. the sight makes you arch your back, especially when he hits that special spot inside you.
your hand rubs your clit, yuma slapping it away and takes over for you, merciless in pace like harua, who's a whining mess over you as he pumps you so full that you can already feel it leaking out of you.
they love their owner so much, snuggling up to you, who's so fucked out, body still shaking as they comfort you, praising you for being the best owner for them. 𖹭
pairing: idol!harua(&team) x f!reader
rating: 18+ (minors dni)
wc: 1.9k+
synopsis: Harua’s dramatic ass is refusing to go on tour unless you give him something to really miss. So he does what any reasonable idol would do: climbs on top of you fully dressed, strips you both in record time, and spends every second of your last thirty minutes giving you the kind of goodbye sex that’ll haunt you (and him) for the entire tour.
contains : explicit (and detailed) sexual content, fluff and smut. established relationship, idol x reader, quickie, oral sex (f receiving), cunnilingus, fingering (f receiving), p in v, creampie, breeding kink (light), emotional sex, separation anxiety, harua is a dramatic little shit (affectionate), no use of y/n, porn with feelings | lmk if i missed any!
︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹
"If I don't get up, they can't make me leave." Harua is lying on top of you in bed, fully dressed for travel.
His airport outfit is crisp and wrong against the sheets, his leather jacket gone but his jeans still on, his t-shirt still tucked in like he is ready to walk out the door. Instead he has thrown himself over you, chest to chest, heartbeat to heartbeat, pressing down with his full weight like he can fuse the two of you together through sheer force of will and make himself impossible to extract.
"They'll just carry you out," you say. "I've seen your manager. He's scary."
"What if I just... don't get on the plane?" he asks. "They can't tour without me. I'm essential."
"You are essential," you agree. "To them. To me. That's why you have to go."
"But I'm going to perform terribly," he protests. "I'll be thinking of you the whole time. The fans will know. They'll boo me off stage."
You giggle. "Oh please."
"This is a tragedy!" Harua declares. "Shakespeare could write about this. 'Harua, who loved too much, taken away by evil company who tours too much.'"
You laugh now. "You're so dramatic."
"I miss you already," he murmurs. "I need to be closer. Closer than this. Why are there clothes between us?"
"I'm literally underneath you," you point out. "Being crushed by your ribcage. Physically impossible to miss me."
He can feel your heartbeat through his own shirt, through yours, through the cotton that's suddenly offensive. He finds the hem of your t-shirt with his fingers—it's riding up, just slightly, from the friction of him lying on you. He traces the exposed strip of skin at your waist. It's cooler there. Goosebumps rise under his thumb.
"Why are there clothes," he says again, but what he means is why is there anything. He wants to unzip his own skin and crawl inside. He wants to be the air in your lungs, the pulse in your throat. He wants to feel the way your artery jumps when he says "miss you", like the word itself is a touch, like language has weight and he's dropping it on your neck.
"Your skin is warm," Harua whispers, his lips brushing the curve of your shoulder. "Can I be under it?"
"That's not medically possible," you say, and your voice does that thing where it sounds casual but your heart is doing a drum solo against his chest, thud-thud-thud, traitor, traitor.
Harua's mouth twitches. He knows. He always knows when you're deflecting with vocabulary, using syllables like sandbags against the flood. But his thumb is still tracing figure-eights on your hip, and your body is voting against your better judgment, your spine already curving to give him better access.
"Then just... under your shirt."
The pleading does something to you, unclenching something in your chest that you didn't know was fist-tight. You could keep teasing. You could quote anatomy textbooks or make a joke about needing a scalpel. But his eyes are so dark, and his fingers are hooking in the hem with such deliberate care, like he's asking the fabric for permission too.
He ducks under before you can speak, the cotton lifting, ballooning, then settling over him like a shelter he's built to hide inside. You feel the drag of his stubble first, rough against your navel, then the heat of his open mouth pressing there, breathing you in like he's trying to steal your oxygen.
"I need to memorize how you feel," he whispers, the word half-swallowed by your skin. "Every inch. With my hands. And mouth."
He pushes the fabric clear to your chin, baring you to the daylight, and then his lips are there—sealing, warm, drawing you in with a hunger that makes you gasp. He sucks with his whole mouth, tongue pressing flat then flicking, while his palm spans your other breast, anchoring you to the mattress with the weight of his attention. The dual sensation—wet heat and rough palm—sends gravity pooling low in your spine, pulling a moan from your throat.
"Make it hard for me to leave," he breathes, shifting to lavish attention on your other breast, teeth testing just enough to sting. "Make me want to stay." He drags his mouth lower, planting open kisses down the center of your chest. You feel him smile against your sternum when your fingers tangle in his hair. "Make me late for the airport," he whispers, the words vibrating against your heartbeat.
"Harua..." Your voice comes out broken, wrecked already, and he hasn't even—
"We have thirty minutes left. That's enough for three times." He kisses your jaw, your throat, grinding his hips against yours so you can feel exactly how much he means it. "Four," he amends, "if we're quick."
You smile, a little wicked, cupping his face as you kiss him deeply. "Thirty minutes is enough for one really good time," you murmur, pressing yourself tighter against his obvious hardness.
A low, satisfied sound rumbles in his chest. “Yeah… I like that.”
You see his hands are actually shaking, trembling with need, as he untucks his shirt. He drags it over his head in one rough motion, revealing his dancer's build, every ridge of muscle, every frantic rise and fall of his chest.
He abandons his own clothes to get to yours. Palms sliding up your thighs, hooking fingers in your waistband and dragging everything down. Your panties go with them. Then your shirt is tossed aside.
The air hits you first, cool and indifferent.
Then his eyes.
You are not someone who gets naked gracefully. You have a narrative about your body—softness in the wrong places, angles that catch light unflatteringly, the thousand tiny betrayals of flesh. But his fingers are trembling as he drags your shirt free, and when he freezes, you want to cover yourself, cross your arms, build the wall back brick by brick.
But he doesn't look disappointed.
He looks undone.
You are open, naked, and he charts you like territory he's losing. His fingers drag slow down your abdomen, counting your ribs like beads on a rosary, pressing into the softness where your legs meet your body. His breath comes jagged, too loud in the quiet room.
His shirt comes off and your brain shorts out—dancer's build, yes, but frantic, the muscle not posed but alive, chest heaving like he's running a marathon. You want to bite the ridge of his hip. You want to leave marks. The want is red, loud, drowning out thought.
He scrambles to the edge, stripping socks, wrestling his belt. "Stupid, why won't you—" He curses softly, metal catching. "I'm nervous," he admits, laughing breathlessly, darkly. "I'm actually nervous. I've seen you naked a hundred times and I'm nervous."
He stands. Lets his pants fall. Kicks them aside and climbs onto the bed—naked but for the watch, the leather band still fastened, the only proof he was ever dressed. He settles between your thighs, buries his face in your stomach, breathing you in like he's trying to get drunk on it.
"Perfect," he murmurs, the word vibrating against you. "You're perfect."
He hasn't even tasted you yet when he says it.
He drags his tongue up in one long, flat stroke as he gathers your arousal. The noise he makes is ravenous, desperate, rumbling against your flesh like he might die without more.
"I'm gonna make you feel so good," he promises, breath hot and damp.
Then his lips close around your clit, sucking you between them with gentle pressure before his tongue starts fluttering rapid, relentless flicks. Your hips buck off the bed, but he is ready. His forearm pins across your pelvis, heavy and immovable, holding you still while he works you with his mouth.
"Damn," he breathes against you, the vibration making you whimper. "So sensitive today? Is this because I'm leaving?" His tongue circles lazily, teasing. "You gonna miss this tongue?"
You can't answer—can only gasp as he slips two fingers inside you, curling them immediately, pressing against that spot.
"Fuck, Harua—"
He looks up at you from between your thighs, chin shining with your arousal, eyes blown wide. "This is what I'm gonna think about," he says. "Every day. Every night. This right here."
His fingers work you in steady rhythm while his mouth returns to your clit, refusing to stop even when the pleasure borders on too much. He licks you through the aftershocks until you are whimpering and pushing at his shoulders.
He finally pulls back, dragging his mouth across your inner thigh. "Ready for me now?" he asks, crawling up your body, hard and heavy against your hip. "Ready for more?”
Harua crawls up your body immediately, mouth finding yours in a messy kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. He doesn't break the kiss—mouths still tangled, breathing shared—while he notches himself against you, the blunt head of him burning, demanding entry. Then he thrusts deep in one unbroken stroke—no lingering, no delay—just the raw ache to be hilted where you're tight and welcoming and completely his.
"Goddamn," he gasps against your mouth.
His arms slide fully under your back, hands gripping your shoulders from behind, using the leverage to pull you down onto him even as he pushes up.
"You're blushing," he pants, forehead pressed to yours, eyes open. "All the way down your chest. Cute."
His breath comes faster, matching yours, sharing the air between you as he sets a deep, grinding rhythm.
"Three weeks without this," he groans, knees spreading wider, shifting the angle so he hits that spot inside with every thrust. "Without you. What am I supposed to do?"
One hand detaches from your shoulder to touch your face, your throat, then your breast—fingers pinching your nipple before sliding back to grip your hip.
"Fucking hell, I'm not going to last," he admits, the rhythm stuttering, losing its finesse as his hips snap harder. "I wanted to make this slow but you're—" He groans, long and broken, burying himself to the hilt. "—you're too good. Too fucking good."
He comes first, unable to hold back, burying himself deep and pulsing inside you with a cry that breaks against your neck, your name tangled up in the sound. He stays there, twitching and oversensitive, but before he is even fully soft he is moving again—thumb replacing his thrusts on your clit, circling with desperate precision. "Don't you dare leave me here alone. Come with me. Come on me."
You come apart around him, the waves rolling through you. You feel them starting where he’s pressed inside you, radiating outward like he’s struck a tuning fork at your center. Your spine arches off the bed, your fingers find his shoulders and dig in, anchoring yourself to something solid as the rest of you dissolves.
He doesn't look away. Even through your blurred vision, you feel his eyes—fixed, hungry, devouring your unraveling. His thumb keeps its rhythm, merciless, prolonging the shudder until you're gasping, oversensitive, begging without words for him to stop and never stop.
Then his hand shifts to cradle your face, thumb tracing your cheekbone with a tenderness that hurts worse than the pleasure. The kisses that follow are lazy, scattered, worshipful. Each one a stitch binding you back together.
"I love you."
The words land soft in your hair, and your chest does this traitorous little flutter thing—oh, we're doing emotions now? Great timing—but you can already hear the imaginary honk of his manager's van, so you shelf the feelings for later, next to the laundry you also need to do.
"Love you,” you say, already scanning for his socks. “Hate this. Please put your airport face back on."
"My hair's a disaster," he says, patting it down uselessly. "I look like I got electrocuted. Worth it, but still. The airport face is going to be slightly humiliating."
︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹
hope you enjoyed it 💋 reblogs = my fuel, thank you in advance!
masterlist
debrief time: HARUA CHILL BRO IM EASY lord this man is too fine for my weak heart. wrote this entire fic being super self-indulgent and i fear i am down astronomically bad. harua i’m begging you just one chance i promise i’ll be so good… anyways as always, no beta we die like my proofreading skills. lmk if i made any mistakes or typos!
tag list: @andrealvsmakii @persephonesportal | definitely accepting applications ♡ reply “add me” or send a carrier pigeon!
you were so lost in your own pleasure that you barely registered the sudden click! sound echoing in the room.
nico's hips slammed mercilessly into you, your face pressed against sheets. both of your wrists bound in his hand, his other having a bruising grip on your hip.
the stretch of him filled you completely, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body.
"fuck." he groaned behind you, the sound vibrating through your back. "you feel so fucking good, baby." the wet squelching sounds of your pussy causing him to shut his eyes tight. hearing you was enough to get him on edge, but seeing you would make him finish on the spot.
you tried to bring a hand around your body to toy with your clit, but something restrained you. a harsh, cold metal bit into the skin of your wrists, confusion cutting in your mind.
"huh?" your breathing ragged as you turned your head as much as you could to look behind you.
he laughed when he felt your arms wiggling, unable to move much from the restraining cuffs. "what's wrong?" his hips slowed their pace, the hand that was holding on the center chains of the handcuffs shook them teasingly. "can't move?"
you whined, "I-, when did you take them out?" you felt him lean his upper body completely against you back, his mouth right beside you ear. the slow drag of his cock against your walls making your legs tremble.
"I put them on you a while ago, baby. you didn't feel them?" you whimpered at the feeling of his hips grinding against yours.
you needed more friction, you just needed more from him.
you shook your head at his words as he pressed a kiss to your earlobe, moving down to your shoulder. "aw, you got so dumb on the feeling of my cock, hm?" his mouth leaving cold wet trails of kisses along your back. "does it feel that good, baby?"
"yes, nico," you said, desperation and need lacing your voice, "I need you to move again, please, I was so close." your face on the mattress again as you tried your best to move your hips. going back and forth as much as you could, desperate for some movement.
his hands ran along your sides before going back to pull on the cheap metal chain again, the tug sending a fresh wave of arousal through you.
he pulled out enough for just the tip to stay inside you right before he slammed his hips right back in, setting a punishing rhythm that had you seeing stars.
your body jerked from the constant push of his cock, each thrust of his hitting that perfect spot.
you could feel yourself getting close again, the fire in the pit of your stomach growing as you moaned shamelessly. you felt like you were dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets.
"don't stop, baby, please don't stop," you cried out, your shoulders burning in the most pleasurable way from having your hands restrained behind your back.
he never slowed his pace, pushing his thick cock into your pussy just to bring it back out. the relentless stimulation driving you crazy.
"never," he moaned, his breathing heavy and deep. "fuck, I'm close." he snaked a hand around your body to fondle your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers.
he could see your hands fidgeting in the cuffs, causing a groan to escape him.
his hips began losing their steady rhythm.
"you gonna cum soon, baby?" he bit his lip, just barely preventing a whimper to leave him. "I need to feel you cum on my cock." he did his best to hold off his own orgasm, his core burning with need.
you nodded your head quickly, unable to get any words to escape your mouth before a loud moan crawled its way up and out your throat.
your body shaking and falling limp on the bed as your orgasm washed over you. your vision blurring as that addictive white hot pleasure coursed through your body. your pussy clenched around him, the warmth and tightness sending him over the edge as he gasped and groaned behind you.
he pushed his hips flush against yours, his cum shooting deep inside of you. his whole body tensing as he emptied himself inside of you, a string of praises and curses falling from his lips. his fingers digging into the skin of your hips as he rode out his orgasm, his body shuddering against your back.
the two of you stayed like that for a moment, the only sounds in the room were those of your heavy, ragged breaths. the air thick with the mixed scent of sweat and sex.
the clicking of the cuffs cutting the silence, your hands fell free from their hold, tingling as blood circulated back into them.
he pulled out you slowly, dropping beside you as he pulled your body into his. "are you alright?" he asked, his voice now soft and low. his eyes softening as he took your hands into his.
red marks replacing the handcuffs, his fingers running over them softly.
"yeah, they sting a bit but we'll but cream on it." your hand going to rest on his face, your thumb stroking his jaw gently.
his eyes never met yours, too focused on the harsh redness sitting on your skin. a small frown made its way onto his face.
"i'm so sorry, y/n," his voice heavy with guilt, a deep sadness gnawing its way into his heart and mind.
you shook your head, rolling your eyes playfully. "we talked about them before, nico." your thumb shifting to drawing small circles on his cheek. "I knew this was going to happen, its fine. really."
he nodded his head hesitantly, wanting to believe you but the guilt of causing you this pain and not even thinking about it in the moment still sat within him.
"c'mon, let's take a shower." you said, slowly sitting up. "I want a massage from you afterwards, too."
he laughed gently at your remark, "anything for you." he pressed a soft kiss against your cheek, following you.
i'm only jealous 'cause you're mine - nakakita yuma
pairing: bf!yuma x afab!reader
genre: established relationship, jealousy, smut(mdni), angst (?)
warnings: explicit sexual content, explicit language, swearing, arguing, slight angst, cheating accusations, slightly toxic relationship (?), slight physical aggression (specifically pushing and a slap), angry sex, possessive sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl!), exhibitionism(?), yuma is a huge tease, dom!yuma, oral (f recieving), photos during sex, breeding kink (?), creampie, overstimulation - let me know if i missed any!
disclaimers: purely fictional!! all parties are consenting!! not proof read!!
synopsis: yumas jealousy gets the best of him after you and nicholas were too close for his liking
word count: 4k
You were spending a few nights with the members out of the city during their well-deserved break, the company paying for a holiday house hidden away from the public eye.
The house was huge, allowing every member to have their own room, multiple bathrooms on each floor, a huge shared living space and kitchen, as well as an outdoor entertainment area with a pool, barbecue, and a huge grassed area.
At first, you questioned whether you should be in attendance, claiming that you didn't want to impose on the boys' rest time, but Yuma assured you they wanted you there, even calling them in the group chat to get the boys to tell you themselves. They enthusiastically persuaded you to come on the holiday, claiming they needed someone to rein Yuma in when he got too rowdy, and that you were part of the family anyway.
So here you were, day 2 of the holiday, sunbaking in your bikini while most of the boys spent their time in the pool. You watched in amusement as they tackled each other both in the pool and into the pool, eyes locking with a wet Yuma leaning against the pool's edge. His wet hair was pushed back, held in place by his sunglasses, water dripping down his face and onto his toned chest. He sent a wink your way before turning his attention to a not-so-sneaky Harua trying to jump on him in the pool. A laugh escaped your lips, which didn't go unnoticed by an emerging Nicholas, pulling himself out of the pool.
"Are you laughing at Harua trying to sneak up on the members?" He laughed, taking a seat on the pool chair next to yours, putting his arm behind his head to look at you while you conversed.
"Oh, absolutely, he's really trying to take them by surprise, but failing miserably," you giggled, still watching the scene in front of you.
Nicholas laughed with you, making it sound like the funniest thing in the world as he ran his free hand through his wet hair.
The enthusiastic sound of Nicholas' laugh caught Yuma's attention, his eyes wandering to where you and Nicholas were spread out on your pool chairs. His jaw tightened slightly at the sight of your shared laughs, but Yuma brushed it off, knowing he had the tendency to get jealous over small things.
However, as time went by, his eyes never left you two for long. He watched as you both continued to laugh and talk together; Nicholas leaning over to whisper something in your ear that must have been incredibly funny, given your reaction. Your hand found his bicep as you hunched over in laughter, tightening your grip to hold it for support. Yuma watched his friend's eyes quietly linger over your body as you leaned slightly closer to him, a slight blush evident on the tips of his ears at the close proximity you now had. Yuma's jaw clenched even tighter, grinding his teeth slightly at the gnawing feeling in his chest.
You and Nicholas were oblivious to the storm you were creating in Yuma's chest, continuing your conversation as the other members started climbing out of the pool. Yuma didn't bother with pleasantries as he approached, planting himself on your pool chair, right in the middle of your conversation with Nicholas, wetting you both in the process.
"Yuma! You got me wet!" You pouted, not really caring, but also not liking the chill that followed after the wind now.
"Sorry baby," he purred, glancing at you over his shoulder, a slight smirk on his lips. You rolled your eyes at him with a smile on your face, before climbing off the pool chair to stand in front of both Yuma and Nicholas.
"Alright boys, let's go inside with everyone else," you spoke, clasping your hands together. Yuma's eyes weren't on you, but on his friend across from him, who was staring up at you like you held the moon in your hands (or so it seemed to Yuma).
As you made your way inside, everyone else was already claiming their spot in the living area, "Yuma, get us a spot please? I'm just going to head upstairs and get changed," You sent him a smile as you spoke, watching him nod in response. Without a second thought, you made your way upstairs to your shared room with Yuma.
In the room, you opened your suitcase to find some comfortable clothes to lounge around in with the boys. As you were searching for something to wear, you heard the bedroom door click closed and felt two arms snake around your waist before you could react, causing you to freeze out of shock.
"Yuma," you breathed out, "You scared me baby." You relaxed in his hold as he squeezed you tighter. "What are you doing up here?"
His hands fell to your hips, spinning you around to face him; his hair was dry now, but he was still shirtless in only his bathing shorts, sunglasses nowhere to be found. He stared into your eyes for half a second before his gaze fell to your lips, staying there for a beat longer than usual before a sigh escaped his lips.
"Yuma?" You questioned again, pressing your forehead to his to draw a response from him. His grip on your hips tightened, his gaze back on yours as his eyes darkened, moving his forehead away from yours to look down at you.
"What was all that with Nicholas?" He asked, venom seeping into his words. You tilted your head in confusion, holding his stare as you tried to process what he was asking you.
"What?" Is all you managed to get out, utterly confused at the boy's question. He rolled his eyes at you, hands dropping from your hips as one rested on his own, the other running through his hair.
"Don't play dumb, Y/N," he practically growled, holding your gaze more intensely, "You and Nicholas were having a great time on your own."
"You mean, we had a great time... talking?" You questioned, not sure what had made him so frustrated, or mad, or upset - honestly,y you weren't sure what he was feeling at this point.
"Talking? Is that what we're calling it now?" He laughed, throwing his hands up in the air in disbelief. Now you were getting frustrated at your boyfriend, confused as to why he was mad that you got along with his members.
"Are you fucking kidding me Yuma?," you spat, losing your patience all too quickly at his ridiculous attitude, "You're mad that I actually get along with your members? Is that what this is?"
"I'm not mad you get along with my members," he laughed mockingly, "I'm mad you decided to flirt with one of them right in front of me," he stepped closer to you, towering over you as he continued with an accusatory tone, "If you wanted to cheat on me you could have atleast done it out of my fucking view."
You shoved his chest to get him away from you, his brow ticking at the force, "Fuck you Yuma," you spat, trying to push past him and leave the room. Yuma grabbed your wrist, pulling you back to stand in front of him, his grip not wavering, while your free hand tried to pull his away.
"What? You're just gonna leave?" He spat, voice getting louder as his anger became more intense, "Not going to try and prove me wrong?" he continued, his intense glare feeling heavy on your own. When you didn't answer him, he let out a single laugh, "Oh, I know! You're going to go to Nicholas, aren't you?"
That's when your hand met his cheek, a loud echo bouncing off the walls, and a slight red mark appearing where your hand just was. You both stood frozen for a moment, unfamiliar with this current situation; you and Yuma had never argued like this before.
Before you could react, apologise, check if he was okay, his lips were on yours in a hungry kiss. Hands flying to the sides of your face to hold you still. Your mouth opened in shock, a gasp escaping as his tongue slipped its way inside, pulling another sound from your throat. You stood in shock, before melting under the heat of his lips, the way his tongue instantly dominated your mouth, the way his grip on your face was strong but not painful. Your hands flew around his neck, pulling him closer to you as he walked you backwards.
The back of your knees hit the bed first, one of Yuma's hands moving to cradle your head as your back hit the mattress. His lips never left yours, stealing your breath as he continued his assault on your mouth.
His lips found their way down your neck, nibbling and sucking until he pulled a moan from your lips. His hands were everywhere, grabbing and squeezing every inch of you like he was scared he would forget how you felt.
As his lips made their way closer to your chest, he pulled your bikini strap through his teeth, letting it flick onto your skin, earning a hiss from you. His eyes met yours, dark and blown out, consumed with hunger and lust.
Yuma smirked at your already disheveled state, "Do you think Nicholas could make you feel like this?" he purred, his finger tracing the marks he left on your neck, "Do you think he could..." his voice trailed as his fingers travelled lower before lightly wiping over your already soaked bikini bottoms, "...make you this wet, this quickly?"
You moaned, hips bucking up into his hand to try and chase some sort of pressure, but Yuma removed his fingers quickly, holding his gaze and smirk. "Come on princess, answer me."
"N-no," you stuterred, hands still looped around his neck, finding their way into his hair, "D-don't care about him, only you." You gently pulled on his strands, a groan leaving his mouth. His lips crashed back into yours, while one hand yanked your bikini top off in one movement.
You gasped in shock again, Yuma using the opportunity to slide his tongue back inside as his hand found its way to one of your nipples. You moaned as he began teasing it, such a different comparison to the heated kiss; His finger moved slowly, feather-light touches brushing over your sensitive nipple, while his mouth consumed you in a feverish hunger.
His mouth moved south again, but he didn't waste time in capturing your other nipple between his teeth, a light squeeze dragging a groan from your chest. You arched into his touch, chasing his warmth and pressure.
Yuma's mouth and hands were in sync; as his mouth sucked one nipple, his fingers pulled on the other, as his tongue flicked, so did his fingers. Your hands pulled tighter at his hair, wanting more from the hungry man on top of you.
"Something you want baby?" He chuckled, face hovering above yours once again. You could only nod, lost in the intensity of Yuma's gaze. "Words. Good girls use their words." He whispered next to your ear, mouth ghosting over one of his earlier marks.
You shuddered at the feeling of his breath so close to you, "Want more," you breathed out.
Yuma let out a breathy chuckle, hands now trailing over your body with a light touch, almost ticklish. "Baby, come on now..." he started, eyes roaming yours as a hand came to your jaw, a strong grip forcing you to maintain eye contact, "...you need to use your words better. I still don't know what you want."
You shuddered again, lost under the control Yuma had over you during these moments, "I-I want you to touch me Yuma, please." You almost cried out, eyes opening in shock when you realised how loud you were getting.
Yuma just smirked at you, "Uh-huh... but where?" he feigned confusion and innocence, "I don't know where you want me to touch you." A fake pout fell on his lips as you squirmed beneath him.
"M-my pussy..." you whispered, trying to avoid his gaze.
"Hmm? What was that? I can't hear you?"
"My pussy Yuma, please!" You practically yelled, overcome by the need to be touched by your teasing boyfriend.
"That's right baby, be loud," he chuckled, a hand slowly moving its way down your side, "Let them hear you, let Nicholas hear you."
Yuma made his way to your pulsing core, hands slowly caressing your sides. He kissed lower and lower, from your chest, to your stomach, until he reached the band of your bikini bottoms, but instead of giving you what you wanted, his lips moved to your inner thighs.
Feather-light kisses covered your thighs, strong hands holding your hips to stop your squirming, "It's okay baby, I'll give you what you want," he breathed, whispering into your thigh, "When I'm ready."
You groaned in frustration, wanting nothing more than to feel some release from your pent-up desires. "Please, Yuma, please, please, pleas- ah!" Without warning, you felt a slap against your core, a surprised moan escaping you.
"Stop being impatient," Yuma growled, before he gripped your bikini bottoms with his teeth. He slowly pulled them down, looking into your eyes until they were off your legs. Pulling them out of his mouth, he turned them inside out, before showing you your own wetness, "Look at that baby, look at how wet I make you."
A deep blush spread across your face at the sight of your own slick covering your bikini, Yuma smirking once again at your embarrassment. He hummed in satisfaction before bringing the panties to his mouth, his tongue pocking out in a small kitten lick. His eyes rolled back at the slight taste of your arousal, "Fuck baby, can't wait to taste you properly."
Yuma dived between your legs, disregarding your bikini on the floor. His breath fanned over your dripping folds, sending shivers up your spine. His arms wrapped around the top of your legs, holding you in place, before you felt the brush of his nose against your core. A small moan escaped you, anticipating the relief you've been waiting for.
Yuma didn't waste any more time, no more teasing, as his tongue went flat against your core, dragging from top to bottom. A guttural moan erupted from your chest, hands flying back to his hair. Yuma growled at the feeling of you pulling on his strands, encouraging him to keep up his wild assault on your core.
You tried to grind against his face, chasing more pressure, but he held a strong grip on you, keeping your hips pinned to the mattress. Yuma sucked on your clit, not letting up no matter how hard you pulled at his hair - he knew you liked the intense pleasure, the overstimulation, because you were his.
You were so lost in the feeling of his mouth ravaging your pussy, you didn't notice that one of his hands left your hip until a finger pushed straight through your entrance. You almost screamed from the pleasure, the sudden intrusion feeling heavenly and painful all at the same time. Yuma moaned against you, loving the reactions you gave him.
"Fuck, Yuma," You moaned, slightly grinding into his face now that his grip has loosened.
"That's right, baby, say my name," he breathed out, poking his head out slightly to look at you, the bottom of his face covered in your slick. You groaned at the sight, your juices dripping from his lips and chin, his flushed face, confident smirk, and messy hair pushing you further over the edge. "Let them know who's making you feel this good." He growled before dipping back down to continue his feast on your pussy.
You moaned louder, your care for what the other boys could hear completely gone from your mind. "Yuma.. Fuck... It's so fucking good," you moaned, grinding against his face more.
You felt another finger push its way inside you, his mouth never stopping. His pace was unrelenting, fingers thrusting into you, curling at the right spots to bring primal sounds from your chest.
You could feel your high approaching, the coil in your stomach tightening at the wild pace Yuma had set. "Mmm, gonna cum," you gasped, moans filling the space of the room.
"Gonna cum for me baby? Cum all over my face?" Yuma murmured against your core. It sent you over the edge, your high crashing down in extreme force. Your walls clenched around Yuma's fingers, almost preventing him from continuing his movements, a loud moan of his name filled the room, and escaped under the door.
Yuma worked you through your high, letting you squeeze your thighs around his head and moaning at the feeling. He licked up all your juices, savouring the taste before pulling away to get a good look at you.
"Fuck, look at you baby," a hand ran through his hair as he took you in, the other sliding out of your entrance, as he brought his fingers to his mouth to suck them dry. Your walls clenched around nothing at the sight of him. "You look so fucking hot right now, all fucked out underneath me. Can I take a picture, baby? Hmm? You'll let right?" He babbled, unable to control his desires.
You dumbly nodded, too lost in the afterglow of your orgasm, as Yuma pulled his phone from his pocket. A huge grin spread across his face as the flash went off on his phone. "Fuck..." he groaned, taking in the picture on his screen before tossing his phone to the side.
Before you could register it, Yuma had stripped himself of his bottoms and underwear, and was climbing over your fucked out frame. "Not done yet baby, need to fill you up." He murmured, grabbing his cock and stroking it a few times.
You looked down at his already hard member, its red, leaking tip, loving the way his brows furrowed as he stroked himself. "Spread your legs," he demanded.
You immediately opened your legs for him, Yuma holding the base of his cock, while his other hand was by your head, holding himself up. He positioned himself against your core, but didn't push himself in yet; instead, he slapped his tip against your already sensitive clit.
You jolted at the sudden contact, a whine slipping through your lips. Yuma just smirked as he started rubbing himself through your folds, collecting up all the slick his mouth missed just earlier.
He teased your entrance with his tip, poking at it slightly before pulling away and rubbing through your folds again. You groaned every time he didn't push into you, grabbing onto his shoulders in frustration, "Please, Yuma, don't wanna wait."
Before you could beg again, Yuma's hips slammed into yours, a loud gasp falling from your lips, as a groan fell from his. "Fuck," he moaned out, feeling your walls clenching and sucking him in, "Already trying to milk me, huh?"
You couldn't respond, too busy reveling in the sudden stretch, the fullness of his member inside you. Yuma pulled out before slamming back in again, setting a relentless speed from the start. The force and speed of his thrust caused the bed to creak, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room alongside both your moans and groans.
Your nails dug into his shoulders, and your walls clenched tighter around him, dragging a guttural groan from his chest. You moaned at the feeling of his member assaulting your pussy, and the sounds escaping his lips.
Yuma grabbed your thighs, pressing them to your chest, now thrusting at a deeper angle, earning an almost scream to leave your throat. "Feel good baby?" he moaned, pace never faltering. You could only nod, words unable to form, your mind only focused on your primal desires.
"You're mine," he panted, eyes moving between where you were connected, and holding your gaze, "Only mine, no one else's." You nodded, moans falling from your lips, unable to control them, "Say it," he spat. "I-I'm yours! I'm Yuma's, only Yuma's," you stuttered, tears threatening to spill from your eyes at the build of your second high.
Your walls clenched impossibly tighter around him, dragging another primal groan to come out of his mouth, "You gonna cum soon baby?" he panted, eyes locked on yours. "G-gonna cum, mhm" you nodded, not sure if you were making sense anymore. "Go ahead baby, cum all over my cock."
Your second release hit hard, body twitching and spasming as you almost screamed Yuma's name. Walls clenching so tightly around his member that his pace faltered. Tears spilled down your face at the intense pleasure washing over your body, and the overstimulation of Yuma still pounding into your pussy.
You shook beneath him from pleasure, too fucked out to ask him to slow down as he chased his own release, "Gonna cum in you baby, fill up your pretty pussy, claim you as mine." Yuma babbled loudly as his release caught up to him. One, two, three thrust until he stilled inside you, a loud moaning filling the room, hot ropes of his cum coating your walls. You whined at the feeling, loving the way his cum felt inside you.
Yuma almost collapsed on top of you from the intensity of his orgasm, breathing heavily as he lay on top of you. Your hands found their way into his hair, playing with the strands as you both came down. He hummed at the sensation once his senses came down, slowly lifting himself up to peer down at you.
The darkness in his eyes had faded, now filled with pure love and adoration. Your fingers stayed loosely in his hair, as one of his hands found its way to your face, thumb caressing your jaw. Neither of you spoke, just taking in each other's presence.
"You okay?" he whispered, breaking the silence, eyes searching yours.
"Mhm," you nodded, offering a tired smile, "I'm okay."
He nodded at you, rolling to the side and dragging you on top of him. You perched on his chest, now smirking at his disheveled state. He groaned at the look on your face, "Don't give me that look."
"What look?" you questioned, trying not to laugh.
"That look!" He gestured to you, sighing as his head hit the pillow. You climbed off his chest and moved to his side, head resting on the pillow with him. He pouted at you before speaking, "I only get jealous 'cause you're mine."
"I didn't say anything." You laughed, hand finding the side of his face to push the loose strands of hair back.
"But you wanted to!" He protested.
"I'm not going to complain if you getting jealous leads to sex like this," you sighed contentedly, earning an eyebrow raise from your boyfriend and a cocky smirk to fall across his features before you continued, "Maybe I should start making you jealous on purpose."
"Hey, no!" he whined, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest, "Don't do that, that's just mean." You giggled in his arms, not needing to respond.
You felt yourself dozing off until Yuma started moving his hands on the bed behind you, searching for something. "What are you doing?"
He grunted, mumbling in your ear, "Looking for my phone, wanna see the picture." You laughed at his perverted ways, not leaving his chest as he fumbled around you to get his phone.
"Ah, shit..." he sighed, staring at his screen, before looking down at you, "We're in trouble."
"Huh?" you questioned, not sure what he was talking about. He turned his phone to show you the screen, one new message appearing.
K: What the FUCK was that?
authors note: i love yuma so much send help, that boy DEFINITELY has a jealous streak
got carried away again, but uh, let me know what you think! (can you tell i like writing jealousy scenarios)
kaledo-art
romaincrisis
dededos
origamiaround
turnnoffyourmind
kianamaiart
