!! pairing: Wang Yi-xiang!NonIdol x fem!reader!NonIdol
!! synopsis: After not seeing your boyfriend for a week while he was away on vacation with his family you didn't think you would be so sensitive to the point that it is beyond sensitive and Nicoals wouldn't pass up an opportunity to talk you through it.
!! warnings: smut (mdni), sub Reader, soft dom Nicoals, pet names, unprotected sex, awfully sweet smut
a/n : I lowkey love when i get request it give me a mission huge thanks to @wanyangii for this amazing req
As soon as Nicolas walked into your shared apartment, he was finally able to breathe. Not that he was stressed with his family, but he was finally closer to you. The second you hear the door close, you run from your bedroom, almost running into the wall as you rush into his arms.
"Hi Baobei, did you miss me?" His accent was so thick because he had spent so much time with family, and you noticed how it made your stomach flip.
"So, so, so, so much," you say as you scatter kisses all over his face—his nose, the corner of his lips, his eyes. "I missed you so much that Mochi got tired of hearing how much I missed you."
"Oh really?" he teases as he lets you kiss his face. You nod hard—you almost scramble your brains. "How do we make up for lost time?"
"Yeah." He leans down and kisses your nose, then picks you up. You quickly wrap your legs around his waist as you feel him getting harder against your heat.
The second he lays you down, his mouth is on yours. You cup the back of his neck as you push him closer. You hear your teeth click as you open your mouth and his tongue slips inside. You moan into his mouth as he spreads your legs, settles in between them, and grinds against your clothed center.
He pulls away, a string of spit connecting you two as his hands trail down from your cheek to your neck, where he sucks a hickey—or three. His hands continue to trail down your body, gripping your breast, pinching your nipples as you arch off the bed, a moan ripping from your throat. "Nicolas, please," you moan.
You grab his hand and put it against your cunt, your shorts the only thing keeping you covered. "Oh baby, you wanna touch here?" You nod, biting your lip as he rubs his fingers along. "Words, Baobei."
"Yes, I want you to touch me." You don't bother trying to fight it. You are far too needy to play the game you usually do. You lift your hips as he pulls the waistband of your shorts down and leans down to make eye contact with your sopping wet pussy. He spreads your lips, the cold air hitting such a heated area.
He slides a single finger in, groaning at how tight you are. Your breath hitches. "Breathe, baby—in and out," he purrs as he slides another one in, moving slowly, waiting for your breath to even out before speeding up. Once he does, the slick sound of your sweet nectar makes a sloppy sound as his fingers thrust in and out. He looks up to see your eyes closed as you grip your pillow, biting your lip to keep quiet. "Baby girl, look at me."
You open your eyes and see Nico already looking at you, his pupils blown wide, his head tilted to the side as he decides if he should push farther. He curls his fingers over and over, feeling you tighten around his fingers, your moans becoming more urgent. "Nico, please don't stop," you moan as you grip onto the sheets, arching hard as you feel the white-hot pleasure as you squirt all over Nicolas, and he groans at the sight.
"Fuck," the sound leaving his chest in a groan. Bringing his fingers to his mouth, he licks them clean of your taste, never breaking eye contact, watching you with your blown pupils, your chest heaving, eyes half-lidded. He leans in and kisses your lips. You taste yourself on his tongue, making you moan all over again.
"I love you so much," you whimper between kisses.
"I love you too, baby," he says as he unbuttons his jeans and boxers, throwing them somewhere in the room. He makes do with your shirt as well.
You look down, your mouth watering at the size of him. You guys had sex so often at this point you shouldn't even question if you would be able to take it, because even if you couldn't, he would make you. "I know, baby, it'll fit," he comforts you as he slowly slides in inch by inch. You moan loudly.
"Nico," you whimper.
"I know, I know. I'll take good care of you," he shushes.
He begins moving slowly. At first he looks down at you, his eyes sparkling at how much love he feels toward you, and he leans down, taking your nipple in his mouth. He reckoned you tasted like candy, and he had a sweet tooth. His hips snap forward at a faster pace as your moans get louder, using them as encouragement.
"Yes, oh my god, yes, Nicolas!" You scream out as you scratch at his shoulders, squirming under him. He moves faster, hitting that spot that makes your vision blur. He doesn't mind the pain in his back; it makes him move faster. You quiver around him.
"You're getting closer, aren't you?" He whispers into your ear. You whimper in response, and he takes that as an answer as he moves faster to help you. Your legs tighten around his waist, digging your heels into his back. Your eyes roll back as you cum for the second time tonight. "Yes. Yes, good girl."
You moan louder as his hips stutter and snap forward, burying himself deep inside of you. Thick ropes of cum paint the inside of your pussy as you continue to clench around him over and over, squeezing out drops of his cum. He whimpers as he shoots out one more string and softens. He collapses on you and cuddles into your arms. "Welcome home, baby." you whisper.
genres & tropes: childhood best friends to ???, fluff, comfort, fake engagement? (euijoo claims reader is his fiancee when they're not engaged), reader is eldest/independent daughter, have a toxic / broken / dysfunctional family (I'm so sorry this is purely to indulge myself...)
word count: 3,198 (excluding summary)
author's thoughts: once again, this fic is written purely to indulge myself... but hopefully it can provide comfort to people who's going through the same thing as mine too :D
to maximize the reading experience, kindly watch and listen to Savior by Lee Hi ft. BI
You’re pissed.
All you want is to have a few drinks in peace at the bar, to clear up your messy head that’s full of thoughts, to the point you’re feeling extremely overwhelmed. And here comes a man who won’t stop bothering you, despite you already politely declining him and his advances in getting your number.
“I just–”
You slam your cup on the table as soon as the man speaks, unable to stand it anymore. You glared at him and were about to say something when someone beat you to it.
“I’m pretty sure she made herself clear. Leave her alone.”
The familiar voice makes you turn your head – Euijoo is standing right behind you, eyes full of fierceness and his face looks like he could swallow the man in front of you alive. You’ve heard about this side of Euijoo, but you had never seen it – the firm, fierce part of his that’s completely opposite to the side that you’ve used with.
“Relax, dude. I’m just–”
“Leave my fiancee alone.”
“Oh, I didn’t know that she has a fiancee. If I was you, I wouldn't be leaving my fiancee all alone, you know. Like–”
“Chatty, aren’t you? Should I give you a reason to leave?”
Euijoo moves closer to the man and he immediately scurries away like a frightened dog. Euijoo occupied the seat that the man used to sit in, and just ordered a non-alcoholic beverage.
“Thank you,”
You said while stirring your drink, before taking a sip. You noticed that Euijoo’s facial expression slightly softened at your words, but he didn’t say anything else. You bite your lower lips at his still tense face, knowing exactly why Euijoo showed up – your parents probably had told him about the argument you had with them yesterday morning.
The argument was so severe that you just bolted out while crying, leaving the house without bringing anything but your phone and wallet. And you turned off your phone immediately after arriving at your best friend Chaewon’s house – making yourself unreachable by everyone. To make matters worse, you’ve left your car at your parents house to avoid being found.
He must have been worried sick.
“I’m sorry,”
Euijoo heaves a sigh at your words.
“I searched for you everywhere. Chaewon even lied that you weren’t with her. Y/N,”
“You can’t lie so I can’t afford to let you know. My parents would’ve found me within minutes if I told you,”
“At least let me know that you’re safe,”
He sounded so… hurt. You press your lips into a thin line – you were making decisions while you were emotional, so obviously you can’t think straight.
“I’m sorry, Euijoo.”
Another deep sigh escapes from his lips, before the tensed look on his face disappears completely. He turned to you – silence finds both of you as he looks at your face, as if trying to study you. Trying to understand what you’re feeling right now.
“Did you feel better, at least?”
Did you?
You definitely feel better after laughing with Chaewon, but after leaving her house (she had to leave to her hometown, and you feel slightly pointless to stay in her house without her being around) you start to feel down again.
But as soon as you hear Euijoo’s voice, the same light that dims after you leave Chaewon’s house, brightens again.
“Maybe,”
Euijoo suddenly stands up, making you look at him with a face full of questions.
“Let’s go.”
“Where?”
“To the place that never fails to heal your heart. Let’s go.”
Euijoo reaches out his hand and it makes you feel like you were 9 again, when Euijoo reaches out to help you who fell from the swing and had scratched your knees. You nod, and hold his hand before getting up from your seat.
He paid for the drinks, and led you to his car before driving both of you away. You begin chewing on your lips as Euijoo didn’t say anything to break the silence after 15 minutes of the ride – you aren’t scared of breaking the silence, because you know that Euijoo would never hate you, or leave you even if you showed him the ugliest side of yourself. It's the guilt that lingers from making him worried about you that makes you want Euijoo to break the silence first. To signal that everything is okay. To let you know that he’s not mad at you.
You heave a sigh and roll down the window, before slightly leaning out to let the cold night breeze hit you.
“You’re gonna get cold,”
Euijoo’s words make you turn to him, who spares you a glance before gluing his eyes on the road. You unconsciously pout and roll up the window, before sighing once again.
“What’s with the sigh, Y/N,”
“Are you…mad... at me...?”
Euijoo looks at you, before he shakes his head.
“I could never be mad at you, Y/N. I was… scared. I was worried. Where did you sleep, who are you with… are you safe… I was at my wits end when Chaewon finally came clean about everything,”
“How did you find me in the bar? Chaewon didn’t know about that,”
“Hunch. I had a hunch that you’ll be there. I had a feeling that something was wrong yesterday too, but it was too late when I figured everything out,”
Euijoo is unbeatable in terms of hunch. He makes random guesses that are mostly correct at the first try, and he reads your feelings like an open book. When you get yourself in trouble, he’s the first one who knows, without you telling him about it. He just… knows.
“I’m sorry,”
You apologize again before abusing your lower lips.
“I’m sorry too, Y/N. I should’ve been the person you feel safe to run to, but my honesty and inability to lie caused you to run somewhere else. And make you feel like you’re unable to let me know about things,”
“That’s… I’m… You’re the person who knows everything about me, Euijoo. You know my deepest secret, my ugliest side even. I would’ve been found if I hid at your place, because my parents know where you live. And… I just… I just need some time. I can’t risk being found at all. So I can’t afford to tell you. Even if you try your best to not tell my parents, they would’ve followed you around in order to find me, so…I’m sorry, Euijoo. I understand your frustration, and your worriness. But I… I hope you understand why I did that…”
“I do. That’s why I said that I could never be mad at you, Y/N. I know you very well, which also means I know why you reacted like that. I just… I just hope that if this thing were to happen again, you would let me know that you’re safe. That’s all. Can you promise me that?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay. Good. We’re here, let’s go,”
Euijoo hopped off from the car first, before you followed him – the sound of the waves crashing onto the beach greets you as you exited the car, and in an instant, you can feel yourself calmer.
“You want to walk? Or sit down first?”
Euijoo asks, while handing you his jacket to keep yourself warm as the night wind sometimes can be unbearably cold.
“Thank you. Sit down first, I think,”
“Didn’t bring any mat with me, so we’ll just have to squeeze ourselves onto this small blanket,”
“That’s fine with me,”
Both of you walked to the beach – the feeling of sand burying your feet every time you take a step makes you smile. The beach never fails to make you feel slightly happier – maybe it’s the calming sound of ocean waves, maybe because you can stare into nothing and no one will question you.
Maybe because Euijoo is here too.
Euijoo laid down the blanket and both of you sat down – silence found both of you again, but this time, you feel comfortable with it.
“Baba starts the fight first,”
You break the silence after a while, and Euijoo shifts his attention from watching the waves, to you.
“Baba is always like that. He always says hurtful things, and gets upset when people are upset with him. Usually I would’ve shrugged it off, but yesterday… I just… I don’t have it in me to shrug things off,”
Euijoo nods and reaches his hand out to gently rub your back, to comfort you.
“And mama… I don’t understand her. Sided with baba when she hates him for doing that to her… she should’ve backed me up… I was disappointed, and was so angry. So I just stormed out of the house. There’s only one thing in my mind, I don’t want to go home. I’ll go anywhere but home. I texted Chaewon and she told me to come to her house, so I went there. Mama and Baba were ringing my phone non stop so I turned it off,”
You can feel your voice shake as you recall the whole situation – it starts with you refusing to go to the family gathering, because you felt sick. And your father said something along being anti-social etc., and that you’ll die alone if you keep up acting like that.
So you just burst out. You throw hurtful words to your father, which results in him yelling at you, and it turns into a screaming match, then your mother gets involved in it – it was 2 vs 1, your parents yelling at him and you screaming at them. At one point, you suddenly realized that you’re not being loved at all in this family, so you just walked out.
“You know, Euijoo. I told myself to come to terms that I would never feel the family love. From my parents. But you know, me being a human, we just keep seeking things that we don’t have. And even if it’s impossible to have, we keep… wanting it.”
You’re not sure if Euijoo understands what you mean, because unlike you, Euijoo grows up with so much love. He feels comfortable telling his parents everything, while you barely tell your parents anything. Every time you come over, you feel happy and sad – happy, to be having a taste of what a loving family is like. Sad, because you know you would never experience it..
“It’s okay to just burst out. You’ve gone through a lot. You… you really went through a lot, Y/N,”
Euijoo’s voice too, wavers as he tries to comfort you. Being your childhood best friend means he knows about your family dynamic too well. He really wonders how you can grow into a kind, loving person, when your family… is like that.
Maybe the quote was correct.
No one will know the violence it took to become this gentle.
“Why are you crying, Euijoo… You’re going to make me cry too,”
Euijoo didn’t realize when the tears fell, but he didn’t try to stop himself from crying. Because he feels that the world has been cruel to you, when you didn’t deserve it. You have been nothing but a girl full of love, manners and kindness – the room feels brighter when you’re around, and he feels better when you’re with him too. You just have the knack in lifting up the heavy atmosphere, and comfort people with the correct words.
Seeing your best friend sobbing makes you cry too, so both of you cried your heart out while hugging each other. It takes a few moments for both of you to finally calm down – Euijoo wipes your tears away first, before wiping away his.
“Should we get some snacks? A cup of hot ramyeon sounds delicious after crying like this,”
You chuckled at Euijoo’s questions – you can’t believe his priority after crying is food. But food is comforting, so you don’t blame him for asking.
“Sounds good,”
You agree. Both of you get up from the blanket, and instantly head to the convenience store nearby. After making a cup of hot ramyeon, and buying a bag of chips with two bottles of drinks, both of you head back to the beach – while Euijoo holds onto the hot cup, you lay the blanket down on the sand.
He lets you have the first bite of the ramyeon, while he opens up the bag of chips and uncaps the bottles.
“Mmm, it’s really good. Ramyeon is always good,”
“Right,”
You hand the ramyeon cup to Euijoo, for him to eat. He keeps humming in satisfaction while chewing on it, causing you to chuckle as you find him cute.
“By the way, why did you address me as your fiancee earlier?”
Euijoo violently coughed as soon as you finished talking, causing your eyes to grow wide and you instantly hand him his drink, before you pat his back.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m– I’m fine,”
Euijoo takes a deep breath before chugging on his drink, and closes his eyes for a few moments to recompose himself.
“Sorry, I was too surprised. I was watching you, by the way, before intervening in that situation. I just thought that he wouldn't back off if I said that you’re my girlfriend, and it would be obvious that I lied if I said that you’re my wife since there’s no ring on your finger, so I just said you’re my fiancee. Did it make you uncomfortable? I’m sorry,”
“No, no. I was just curious. But even after you said that I’m your fiancee, he still has a nerve to be chatty,”
“Yeah. Can’t imagine if I tell him that you’re my girlfriend. Might have to get into a physical fight,”
You look at him with a surprised look, finding it slightly shocking that Euijoo, who won’t hurt any living things, is talking about getting into a fight.
“You… fighting with someone?”
“If needed, I would, Y/N. What’s the function of being a fencer and mastering martial arts if I stay still when my best friend is being harassed,”
Your lips curl into a soft smile – you can’t quite describe what you’re currently feeling. It’s a mix of happiness, knowing that your best friend would go great lengths in order to protect you. And also sadness, because for as long as you remember, you’re the only person who’s willing to protect yourself.
“Thank you,”
You softly said. Euijoo responded to your words with a smile – a cute one, as his cheek is full of ramyeon, and you can’t help but pinch his cheeks as you find him adorable. The night grows deeper, and both of you continue to spend it on the beach – you two share a bag of chips while watching the waves crashing onto the beach, before taking a walk by the ocean, letting the waves crash on your feet. After a long walk, both of you lie down on the blanket – the small blanket only fits the torso, but neither of you cared about it.
Silence falls between the two of you as you stare at the night sky. The silence was long, and you’re positive that Euijoo had fallen asleep before he broke the silence.
“Do you want to go home?”
Do you?
But if you continue to run away, this whole thing won’t end. You have to keep running, and continue to run even when exhausted just to avoid addressing the situation. And a part of you wants to assert dominance – it’s your house too, so you have the right to stay there without being scared of the impending confrontation with your parents.
“I have to,”
“Should we go now?”
“Yeah.”
You instantly agree, because you know that if you continue to dwell on it, you’re not going to come home. And you might never come home at all.
“Okay. Let’s go,”
You nod, and let Euijoo guide you back to his car. Throughout the whole journey home, you fell into a deep silence – countless situations run through your head, as you try to prepare yourself mentally to confront your parents.
“You’re going to be okay,”
Euijoo said while patting your shoulder, and you gave him a small smile. As he pulls up to the driveway, you can’t help but feel nervous. You keep telling yourself that the worst thing could happen is that you get kicked out of the house, which isn’t really that bad, because you’ve been wanting to move out for a while but were forbidden by your parents.
You take a deep breath before exiting Euijoo’s car, and Euijoo too, gets out of the car. You stare at the front door while gulping down your saliva, and Euijoo approaches you before he firmly holds you by your shoulder.
“I’ll be here. In case if anything, you can run to me,”
His words instantly put you at ease. It feels like magic – his voice and words can immediately calm you down.
“No, on second thought, should I go inside with you?”
“Euijoo…”
You chuckle as you call his name – you can see that your best friend too, is beginning to panic underneath the calm exterior that he puts on.
“Wouldn’t it be better?”
“It’s going to be worse. Baba would hate me for dragging you into this,”
“But I want to be dragged,”
“Baba would still blame it on me, Euijoo. Everything is my fault, in his eyes,”
Euijoo presses his lips into a thin line, before he lets out a defeated sigh.
“I’m going to be okay. I do wish that you’re my fiance for real, though. Cause then, Baba won’t blame me anymore,”
You hold onto his wrists while saying that, and a small smile finds its way to your lips as you notice your best friend’s ears starting to turn red.
“...What?”
You laughed at your best friend’s bewildered face, and Euijoo sighs before he shakes his head.
“Don’t say things you don’t mean, Y/N,”
“I mean it though. Because if you’re my fiance, Baba would think that you interfering with family matters is… natural.”
“Let’s– let’s talk about this after we settled things with your parents,”
“Me. Not we. You’re not included,”
“But–”
“It’s my war, Euijoo. I have to fight it alone. You can’t fight it for me. But you, can help me by becoming a healer,”
You booped his nose while smiling. Euijoo bites his lower lips as he ponders over your words, before he reluctantly nods. A part of him thinks it would be better if he mediates the fight, but you know your parents the best, so he has to agree with you.
“I’ll be here then. I’ll wait here. Run to me if things go wrong, okay?”
Your lips form a wide smile as warmth blooms in your chest upon hearing his words. His eyes, looking deeply into yours, provide reassurance that he will definitely protect you, if things go wrong.
The world might be cruel to you, but as long as you have Euijoo, you think you couldn’t care less about that.
Because your best friend is all that you need. He’s your healer, your safe space, your home and…
“Okay, my saviour.”
Your saviour.
additional notes: I'm finally back, everyone! Also, I really think Euijoo is this type of best friend, especially after seeing him reacting to Nico's *cough* kinda traumatic *cough* childhood. and as usual, thank you for reading until the end <3
❤︎⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀some things are meant to be destroyed. your tights, for example. his favorite thigh-highs on your legs? never.
•⠀ masterlist 𓋰 💬 2,082 wc ─── ᛫ フウマ x fem!r . tights kink, thigh highs kink, panty kink, clothing destruction, torn clothes, perv!fuma, soft dom!fuma, established relationship, unprotected p in v sex, missionary to mating press, creampie, slight size kink, a bit of aftercare ~ don't copy/translate my work. i only write on tumblr.
you’d learned the hard way that certain pieces of clothing had a death sentence the second fuma saw them on you.
you’d gotten home an hour before fuma, and still hadn’t properly changed out of your work clothes, a button up blouse, skirt and tights still on your body as laid on the best—scrolling in your phone when you heard his key in the lock.
“baby, i’m home,” he called, voice low and warm from the hallway.
you stepped out of the bedroom, shirt slightly unbuttoned, skirt swaying as the dark mesh clung to your plush thighs. fuma stopped mid-step, jacket half-off, eyes dropping instantly.
a slow, dangerous smile curved his mouth.
“those again?”
you pouted. “its required for work—plus i thought you liked them.”
“i do.” he dropped the jacket on the couch and crossed the room in three strides, crowding you back against the wall. one big hand slid up your thigh, fingers catching in the fishnets. “too much.”
riiiiiipppp
“fuma—! i-i just bought those!”
the words came out high and breathless, half-protest, half-moan as the fishnets split wide open under his hands. the sound of tearing mesh was loud in the quiet apartment, followed by the cool rush of air against your inner thigh.
fuma didn’t even have the decency to look sorry.
a low, warm chuckle rumbled out of his chest—the same one that always made your stomach flip even when he was being a menace. he pressed closer, crowding you harder against the wall, one thick thigh sliding between yours to keep you open.
“sorry, baby,” he murmured against your ear, voice dripping with false sympathy. his fingers pushed straight through the fresh rip, stroking over the damp lace of your panties like he had every right. “i’ll be careful next time—won’t happen again, princess.”
you frowned. “you said that last time. and the time before that.”
fuma’s chuckle was low and warm against your ear, the sound vibrating through his chest where it pressed against yours. he didn’t even try to deny it. instead he nipped lightly at your jaw, fingers still stroking slow, teasing circles over your clit through the torn fishnets and damp lace.
“i know,” he murmured, voice thick with false regret. “mmm—i’m the worst, aren’t i? keep promising i’ll be good and then the second i see you in something that makes your legs look like that…” his fingers pushed the ripped mesh aside and slipped under the lace, two thick digits sliding through your wetness.
“i lose every bit of self-control i have. but it seems you don’t mind, yeah? look at how wet you are.” the rough tips of his finger pressed against your already throbbing bud.
you gasped, hips jerking. “mmph—! don’t tease—” you whined.
fuma wasn’t one to deny you.
not when you were already this wet, not when your hips were rolling helplessly against his hand, and definitely not when you made that soft, desperate sound in the back of your throat.
“so impatient,” he murmured, voice low and fond even as his fingers pushed deeper. two thick digits curled inside you, finding that spot that made your knees buckle. his thumb pressed firm circles over your clit, the torn tights still framing everything, the ragged edges brushing your skin every time he thrust his fingers. a constant reminder of how easily he destroyed the things you bought.
“you complain about me ruining your clothes, but look at you—dripping all over my hand because i tore them open.”
fuma kissed the corner of your mouth, then lower, teeth grazing the sensitive spot beneath your ear. “but you’re right, baby. i said it last time. and the time before that.” he pumped his fingers slowly, deliberately, thumb brushing your clit on every stroke.
“but i just couldn’t help myself, love how tights look, hugging your pretty thigh…” he used his free hand to grope at your flesh before hooking his fingers into the ruined fabric again and giving another sharp tug, widening the hole until the lace of your panties was completely exposed.
“these ones were asking for it. look at you. walking around the apartment like this, knowing exactly what it does to me.”
you whined, half-protest, half-pleasure, hands fisting tighter in his shirt. “fuu—”
“shhh.” he kissed you quiet, tongue sliding deep while his fingers worked you closer to the edge. just when your thighs started to shake he eased off, pulling his hand free with a wet sound that made your face burn. “not yet.”
before you could complain he was already lifting you again, one arm under your thighs, carrying you into the bedroom like it was the most natural thing in the world. the air brushing against your skin with every step.
the lamp was still on. on the bed sat the thigh-high socks and the delicate lace lingere you’d set out earlier—items you’d bought specifically because you knew they were safe.
fuma laid you down on the edge of the mattress and stepped back for a moment, eyes dragging over the ruined tights still clinging to your legs in ragged strips. something soft and possessive moved across his face.
“cute, you were prepared hmm..?” he knelt in front of you.
the next few minutes were slow. painfully, deliberately slow.
fuma helped you out of the rest of the ruined tights, then took the first thigh-high in both hands. he rolled it up your leg himself—smooth, reverent, like he was wrapping something precious. his palms smoothed the soft fabric over your calf, your knee, higher. when he reached the top he leaned in and pressed a slow kiss to the inside of your thigh, just above the band, then another, lips warm and lingering.
“lift your hips, princess.”
you did. he slid off your lace panties with the same careful attention, slowly. carefully. not a single thread caught. he folded them neatly and set them on the pillow beside your head.
“keeping these for later,” he told you, voice low and rough with want. “when i want to stuff them in your mouth while i fuck you. or keep them in my pocket when i’m at work and missing how you smell.”
your face burned hot. god, your boyfriend was such a pervert.
fuma just smiled—that soft, devastating smile that always undid you—and reached for the second thigh-high.
he rolled it on with the same worshipful focus, kissing every inch of skin as it disappeared under the fabric. by the time both socks were in place you were trembling, thighs pressed together, the lace gone but the memory of his mouth still burning.
fuma stood. his eyes dragged over you—bare from the waist up, nothing but the perfect thigh-highs framing your legs—and he let out a quiet, shaky breath.
“fuck. there’s my girl.”
he stripped quickly until he was naked and hard, cock flushed dark and already leaking. he climbed onto the bed, caging you in, and kissed you deep while his hand slid between your legs. two fingers pushed inside you without resistance, curling just right.
“so ready for me,” he murmured against your lips. “did you like when i tore your new tights open like an animal in the hallway? dirty girl.”
he lined himself up and sank in with one long, smooth thrust.
the stretch was perfect. yet you still let out a pathetic whimper as he stretched your cunt. the veins of his thick cock bumping against your walls beautifully.
fuma groaned low in his throat as he bottomed out, hips flush against yours. for a moment he just stayed there, forehead pressed to yours, breathing hard.
“love you,” he whispered, rough and honest. “love you so much. even when you make me ruin your clothes.”
you wrapped your legs around his waist, the thigh-highs rubbing against his sides. he made a punched-out sound and started moving—long, deep strokes that made the headboard tap softly against the wall. his hands stayed on your thighs the entire time, fingers flexing over the fabric like he couldn’t stop touching it.
his thrusts punched the air out of your lungs with every deep, deliberate snap of his hips. fuma fucked like he meant it—like he’d been thinking about this exact moment since the second he saw the tights hugging your thighs.
the thick drag of his cock stretched you open again and again, veins rubbing against your walls in the most devastating way. every time he bottomed out he ground his hips in a slow circle, pressing right against that spot that made your toes curl inside the thigh-highs.
“fuck—look at you,” he groaned, voice wrecked. one hand stayed braced beside your head while the other slid down to grip the top of one sock, fingers flexing over the soft fabric like he couldn’t stop touching it. “wearing these for me… keeping them perfect while i ruin everything else.” he gave another sharp thrust that made you cry out. “my good girl. my perfect girl.”
you could only whimper, legs tightening around his waist. the thigh-highs rubbed against his sides with every movement, the contrast between the preserved socks and the torn tights left forgotten on the floor making everything feel more intense. fuma leaned down and kissed you messy and deep, swallowing your sounds while his hips never stopped moving.
he pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark and full of that dangerous mix of love and hunger.
“gonna make you come again,” he promised, voice low and rough. “want to feel you squeeze around me while you’re wearing these.”
he shifted, pushing your thighs higher—folding you into a deep mating press that made him sink even deeper. the new angle was almost too much. every thrust punched right against your cervix, the head of his cock dragging perfectly over that sensitive spot inside you. one of his hands stayed locked around the top of your thigh-high, the other braced by your head as he fucked you with pure, focused passion.
“fuma—fuma, i’m—!”
“i know, baby. i’ve got you.” his voice was strained now, hips stuttering as your walls started to flutter around him. “come for me. come while i’m buried inside you wearing my favorite socks. that’s it—fuck, that’s it—”
you came hard, back arching off the bed, a broken sob tearing from your throat as your cunt clenched and pulsed around him. the orgasm rolled through you in long, shaking waves. fuma groaned like he was in pain, hips jerking as he fucked you through it, chasing his own release.
“gonna fill you up,” he panted, forehead pressed to yours. “gonna come so deep—fuck—love you, love you so much—”
he came with a low, guttural sound, hips pressed flush as he pulsed hot and thick inside you. his cock twitched with every spurt, filling you until it leaked out around where you were joined. he stayed there for a long moment, breathing hard, one hand still gripping your thigh-high like an anchor while the other stroked soothingly over your side.
eventually he eased out carefully, watching with dark eyes as his cum slowly dripped from your spent hole. he reached a cloth you’d left on the nightstand earlier and cleaned you up with gentle touches, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs—right above the bands of the thigh-highs.
when he was done he crawled back into bed and pulled you against his chest, one arm wrapped securely around your waist. his other hand traced lazy patterns over the sock still on your leg.
“you okay?” he asked quietly, voice soft again—the fuma who healed just by existing.
you nodded, still floaty, and tucked your face into his neck. “more than okay.”
he smiled against your hair. after a minute he reached over to the pillow, picked up the folded lace panties, and brought them to his face for a second, inhaling deeply before tucking them safely into the drawer of his nightstand.
“later,” he promised, voice already going drowsy and content. his hand settled possessively on your thigh where the sock met bare skin. “when i want to hear you beg with your own panties stuffed in that pretty mouth.”
you laughed softly, the sound muffled against his collarbone.
“you’re such a pervert.”
“yeah.” he kissed the top of your head, the smile audible in his voice. “but you knew that, hm? you usually change as soon as you get home. seems like you like me being a pervert, so i think we’re doing alright.”
𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: i got carried away w this one... oopsies ! i combined two asks i got (perv fuma and fuma ripping panties) so i hope those anons like this ~~ ! as well as everyone else ofc hehe i rly love writing perv nasty lowkey desperate obsessed w u men quick everyone get on that pill so i can write more stuff like this
...Or, Taki as your Pop-Punk Princess GF!
✩ Fem!Takayama Riki x Futch!Reader ─── College AU | Fluff | A/N: Highkey inspired by Kisses in E Minor by sweet @minhosimthings! I'm experimenting with formatting here...thoughts?
✩ It's not like you meant to find her - as far as you're concerned, Taki aims to make herself found. You can't miss her; her wardrobe is an intimidating array of checkers and skulls, black, white, and hot pink. Her dark hair is split by a single pink streak, and with the amount of eyeliner that covers her eyes, you secretly wonder if she's going for a raccoon look instead of Avril Lavigne.
✩ You know she tends to sit in the back, doodling eyes and badly-formed skulls in the margins of her notebooks, but that's about it. You don't run in the same circles that she does, opting for quiet music rooms and the park near your campus where you busk. It might annoy some people, but there's no harm in some extra cash, right? It's actually there where she approaches you, right while you're strumming the bridge of Ocean Avenue.
✩ She plops down next to you on the bench, promptly scaring the shit out of you. You fumble with your guitar for a moment as she frowns. "Oops! My bad. I just...are you playing Yellowcard?"
You blanche, your mind going blank at being put on the spot like that. "I-uh...Yeah! Ocean Avenue gets me a lot of fives." You gesture with your foot to your guitar case, crumpled dollars scattered across the wine-red velvet interior. You go silent then. How are you supposed to talk to Taki, of all people? She's practically untouchable, and you're just...a music nerd.
Heat rises to your cheeks as she digs around in the pockets of her jeans for a moment before she produces a folded dollar. She tosses it into your guitar case and winks, her eyeshadow glimmering in the sun. "Is five dollars enough to request A Box Full of Sharp Objects by The Used?"
You stammer again. "Y-You don't have to give me money! I'd play it anyway! The Taste of Ink is my song set on MySpace."
Taki giggles at your awkward rambling. Dammit, you're so cute - and you know good music! You're basically her dream girl, though you don't know it yet.
You play through A Box Full of Sharp Objects and glance back at Taki nervously, your bangs falling in your eyes and obscuring your face. She smiles encouragingly and continues to prod at you for more music. "Do you like Blink-182?" she asks, tilting her head. Her earrings jingle with the movement. "How about Taking Back Sunday? Sum 41?" You indulge her and play until the sun begins to set over the horizon.
✩ That night, you fish the cash out of your guitar case and blink in surprise at the teeny slip of paper that falls from a neatly-folded five. You open it and immediately drop it, your calloused fingers trembling. In messy-yet-unmistakable handwriting: "Hi again, cutie. Meet me for coffee sometime? MySpace @: thet4steofpink."
✩ You think you might actually faint.
✩ Taki is very proactive in following you around and managing to ask you out. It makes you nervous, her extroversion, but it eventually becomes endearing. She posts blurred candids of you on Facebook, captioned, "L00k at my GF! :3" while you dutifully tune her own guitar. She plays electric as opposed to your acoustic, and it suits her eccentric personality.
✩ It's through the numerous conversations she starts that you find out....Well, everything about her. Her favorite color is actually red, not pink. Her favorite band is The Used, and she ships Bert McCracken and Gerard Way of My Chemical Romance. She spends her time watching MTV and drawing, and she's obsessed with Twilight. "I hate Edward and Jacob," she declares, flipping off the copy of the book her sister lent her. "They're both fucking creepy. Team Alice all the way."
✩ You find out that you can fluster her, though. Though it makes you feel like a stereotypical movie boyfriend, you lend her your hoodies constantly when it rains, leave little lyrical notes under her pillows for her to find. One day, you jokingly lifted her so she could avoid getting her Converses soaked in a giant puddle, and her face turned as pink as the streak in her hair. You've even managed to tape a label to the passenger seat in your car - her throne. "I'm the motherfucking passenger princess!" it reads. It suits her.
✩ You also get into the habit of receiving many a bracelet from her. Taki likes them the way all the other MySpace girls do, covering the skin of her arms until they reach her elbows. You can't stand the rubbery feeling to that capacity, but you mix and match your own - from local shows, campus events, and the occasional I <3 Boobies bracelet. That one remains a staple, actually, and Taki grins every time she sees it adorning your wrists.
✩ Gift-giving is her love language, really. Bracelets, burned CDs, a new pair of earbuds to replace your ratty ones, guitar picks...she just thinks you deserve everything! She even offers to dye your hair, though you pass on that one. You don't feel like staining your entire tub blue for the sake of romance.
✩ In return, you take all of her aesthetically-pleasing MySpace photos in her backyard. She's been experimenting with her hair (as much as she can with how short it is), and now her bangs sweep to one side. You could stay out there for hours while she adjusts her studded belts (yes, multiple) and her new band tee from her friend Nichol. She uploads them with the caption, "You loserz don't have a personal photographer?"
✩ The first time she introduces her older sister to you, it's completely on accident. You're actually in the middle of reorganizing her CD collection while she attempts to burn another for you when the door to the computer room swings open. "It's my turn on the computer," Kei says, barely looking up from her Razr. "You're hogging the internet, Taki." She looks up and meets your eyes, and you thank every deity that exists that you managed to wipe Taki's lip gloss from your face not five minutes prior.
✩ "Ah," is all Kei says. "So that's why you switched your MySpace song to All the Things She Said."
𓏳 ˚⋆˙⟡ · 𝐴𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑠: MDNI, conteúdo sexual explícito, linguagem imprópria, sexo desprotegido, esse tá bem romântiquinho gente.
𓏳 ˚⋆˙⟡ · 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑎: Feliz dia dos namorados pessoal! teve sorteio nas Hottie Hottie e eu tirei a linda da @momoonie , então leiam com moderação porque o homi é comprometido.
❝ You're so precious, I can't take it…❞
Desde o primeiro instante em que seus olhares se cruzaram, Yudai pressentiu que havia entrado num beco sem saída, ele só não esperava que depois de uma noite com você, sua vida virasse de cabeça para baixo.
Ele era cético com praticamente tudo, mas porra, poderia jurar que foi hipnotizado sem ao menos se dar conta. Pra ele, só isso justificava ter ficado completamente sem rumo, atordoado de verdade por uma mulher, sabe? Ele não ficaria surpreso se fosse exatamente isso pois, acredite, dizer que ele estava doidinho por você ainda era eufemismo.
Era possível dizer que nem ele mesmo estava se reconhecendo, até porque o Yudai de mais ou menos três meses atrás jamais estaria plantado na frente da casa de alguém às duas da madrugada.
Quando seus amigos em comum apresentaram vocês um ao outro numa saidinha qualquer de fim de semana para beber há um tempo, foi inevitável para Koga não desejar ter você na cama dele no final da noite. Entretanto, ele não esperava nada mais do que isso: uma noite gostosinha de sexo e tchau, mas as coisas nem sempre ocorrem como esperamos. Quando acordou no dia seguinte, você já não estava mais lá, sequer havia deixado algum rastro de que esteve ali, exceto pelas marcas que suas unhas e boca deixaram pelo corpo dele… Olhou o celular e nenhum vestígio de mensagem sua, ignorou todas aquelas outras que enchiam a caixa de entrada do aparelho, claro. Ficou frustrado, mas assim que reconheceu o sentimento, se autojulgou. Tinha te conhecido na noite passada, não era pra tanto. Isso até o final daquele mesmo dia ele próprio se render e te mandar uma mensagem só pra "confirmar se tinha salvado o número certo na noite anterior". Não vamos entrar em detalhes sobre o sorriso largo que ele deu quando finalmente a única notificação que ele estava querendo receber chegou.
Os dias se seguiram entre trocas de mensagens até chegar o momento em que a primeira coisa que ele fazia ao acordar era te mandar um bom dia e a última antes de dormir era te desejar uma boa noite de sono. Se sentia patético quando finalmente dava um tempo do celular e caía em si, mas era impossível disfarçar o sorriso de canto quando estava trocando mensagens com você de novo. E quando decidiu te chamar pra sair mais uma vez, por pouco não jogou o celular janela a fora de nervosismo, ficou até receoso de verificar sua resposta, mas fogos de artifício quase foram soltos pelo mesmo quando você aceitou.
A semana que se passou até o dia do encontro foi uma verdadeira tortura, os dias nunca pareceram se arrastar tanto. Quando a data finalmente chegou, ele jurou que poderia ter um infarto de tanta ansiedade. Problemas que nunca aconteceram antes também surgiram, encontrar a roupa ideal foi um verdadeiro desafio, nada parecia bom o suficiente para te rever, mas de qualquer maneira, isso mal importava de verdade, os planos dele para aquela noite não incluíam nenhum dos dois vestidos mesmo. Até se perfumou mais do que o normal na intenção de fazer o cheiro dele grudar até na sua mente.
Quando chegou no seu endereço para te buscar considerou se a reserva no restaurante valia tanto a pena assim porque ele poderia pular a janta e te levar pra cama no mesmo segundo em que te viu. Ele sentiu que a imagem de você abrindo a porta era a mesma que ele teria se morresse e fosse direto pro céu. Sua face perfeita, seus olhos marcantes que o faziam querer arrancar o próprio coração com as mãos e entregar pra você, o vestido vermelho que se moldava em seu corpo escultural. Qualquer uma das deusas do Olimpo teria inveja de você. Yudai se sentia um garotinho babão na frente de um mulherão.
Por sorte, ele conseguiu sair daquele transe, mesmo ficando constrangido quando te viu rir da cara de bobo dele. O jantar foi realmente melhor do que ambos esperavam, as conversas e as risadas trocadas ainda mais. E ao final da noite, quando ele foi te deixar em casa, você decidiu que era hora de tomar atitude. Sendo mais rápida que Yudai dessa vez, sequer o deixou pensar em se despedir, começou a arrastá-lo para dentro de casa, o beijando com tanta vontade enquanto o levava até seu quarto. É justo dizer que o sexo daquela noite foi coisa de cinema até melhor que o da primeira vez, o que já parecia difícil de superar, pelo menos para Koga.
Ah, Yudai... O homem estava maravilhado a partir do dia seguinte, como se tivesse conhecido o paraíso e voltado. A essa altura, mesmo não querendo confessar, já estava mais do que apaixonado, dominado é o certo a se dizer. Merda, logo ele que não era desse tipo de coisa, logo ele que curtia o "pegar sem se apegar".
Sendo sincera, Yudai foi cabeça dura. Continuou tentando negar para si mesmo a existência desse sentimento. A forma como tudo relacionado a você o tirava do eixo não era normal, ele queria você vinte e quatro horas por dia, sete dias por semana, trinta dias por mês. Ficava à míngua quando percebia que você ainda não havia visto as mensagens dele, quando você dormia primeiro e esquecia de mandar boa noite, era ridículo pra ele, sabe? Nunca foi assim com ninguém, mas com você era diferente, pensava tanto em você que até sonhava. Sua boquinha por todo o corpo dele, como olhava direto nos olhos dele enquanto enterrava o pau fundo em você... Porra, a lembrança da sua voz docinha chamando o nome dele. Os banhos de Yudai agora eram frios e longos, ele estava enlouquecendo.
Naquela noite em questão, nem dormir ele estava conseguindo. Como se o efeito da última vez tivesse passado rrápido demais do corpo dele, deixando Yudai numa abstinência do caralho e numa carência que ele sequer conseguia controlar. Ele precisava de você de novo, precisava muito, estar mesmo que só perto de você, o que fosse, já seria o suficiente para cessar essa tortura. Koga sabe que não foi uma escolha racional, mas quando deu por si seu corpo já estava operando no automático, seguindo um único rumo, correndo estrada a fora, nem ao menos se importando com a chuva constante que logo logo o encharcaria.
Talvez fosse imaturo, precipitado o que iria fazer. Era tão tarde pra aparecer na sua casa, não queria te assustar parecendo um louco desesperado (embora estivesse se sentindo a porra de um louco desesperado), mas ou ele teria você mais uma vez que fosse, ou nem um pingo de sanidade o restaria mais.
Quando finalmente chegou, sequer se preocupou em tomar fôlego, nem pensou muito, bateu na porta algumas vezes e sinal nenhum. Passou a mão pelos cabelos agora molhados, frustrado, bufou para si mesmo e bateu mais uma vez. Nenhuma resposta novamente. Quando considerou se dar por vencido e sair dali, o som do trinco fez o coração de Yudai acelerar mais do que o percurso até ali. Quando a porta finalmente se abre, revelando sua imagem no escurinho, a cabeça dele vira uma confusão completa.
Não importa o horário ou a ocasião, você parece uma miragem, mesmo ali no vão da porta. Mesmo com os cabelos bagunçados e os olhos semicerrados, como se tivesse acabado de acordar e estivesse tentando focar no que estava à sua frente. Como podia ser tão linda? Yudai chega a ter inveja da camisolinha de seda que cobria suas curvas, o caimento levinho no seu corpo não ajudava em nada a situação crítica dele.
Ele mal sabe, mas do seu ponto de vista o impacto é mútuo. Você o observa ali, Koga completamente encharcado, a jaqueta pesada de água, as gotas escorrendo pelas mechas do cabelo coladas na testa e pingando pelo maxilar marcado enquanto o peito dele sobe e desce, parecendo lutar para recuperar fôlego. O som da chuva caindo no asfalto é tudo que se ouve, a luz do poste à frente clareando os pingos grossos caindo do céu.
Péssima hora pra ficha dele cair. Que porra ele tá fazendo ali, plantado na frente da sua casa às duas horas da madrugada feito um completo lunático? Mas, ao contrário do que parece, Yudai não sente vergonha ou sequer pensa em dar meia-volta, o choque é total por perceber o tamanho do controle que você tem sobre ele. Ah, o orgulho dele é quebrado bem ali na sua frente. Ele engole em seco, sustentando seu olhar curioso, aceitando o fato de que perdeu totalmente as rédeas. É isso.
No milésimo de segundo seguinte, o cheiro docinho do seu perfume emana da sua pele e o atinge diretamente. Você pisca, sussurra rouca, a voz arrastada por ter acabado de acordar: “Yudai...?”. Ver sua boquinha pronunciando o nome dele daquele jeitinho outra vez é o ponto de ruptura. Talvez ele não só precise de você, ele anseia por você, anseia pelo seu toque, pelo seu corpo, pelo seu gosto. Agora. Imediatamente!
Antes que você consiga finalmente perguntar qualquer coisa, Yudai enfim avança. Cola a boca na sua com um suspiro pesado, seus lábios macios eram o maior precipício dele, o tornando instintivamente bruto, faminto, feito um animal que passou dias privado de tudo. O corpo dele se choca contra o seu com força, o impacto te empurra um bom passo pra dentro do hall de entrada e, num movimento automático e sem o menor cuidado, um dos pés dele chuta a porta para trás com força, fechando-a com um estrondo alto.
No mesmo instante, te prensa contra a parede fria do corredor. As mãos grandes, calejadas e trêmulas de pura adrenalina espalmam contra a superfície, uma de cada lado da sua cabeça, te enjaulando entre ele e a parede. Yudai te degusta com vontade, a língua invadindo a sua boca com nada menos que possessão, sugando seus lábios já bem babadinhos e fazendo seu corpinho inteiro arrepiar contra ele, te saboreando com tanta necessidade e descontando cada segundo em que ficou sonhando acordado com isso outra vez.
Quando a falta de ar se faz presente, ele afasta a boca da sua por apenas alguns milímetros, mantendo a testa úmida colada na sua, a respiração quente e pesada de ambos se misturando. Você solta um risinho fraco, meio tonta pelo ataque repentino, o corpo molinho e os braços agora subindo para se apoiar nos ombros largos dele.
— Você ficou maluco? O que foi isso do nada!? — Tenta perguntar, o tom saindo divertido entre os ofegos e arrancando uma risadinha da parte dele também.
— Tô sim. Tô completamente maluco... — Sai praticamente como um desabafo, a voz arrastadinha de tesão. Ele não consegue te soltar nem por um segundo, enquanto fala, os lábios de Yudai grudam em você outra vez e agora descem por sua pele, percorrendo seu maxilar, distribuindo beijos desordenados e mordidinhas na lateral do seu pescoço. — Eu não aguento mais nem um segundo longe de você. Não consigo dormir, não consigo viver minha vida. Tô perdendo a cabeça e a culpa é sua. — Declara sem filtro, mandando pro inferno a pose de homem durão que sempre teve.
Cegamente, ele vai te arrastando pela sua própria casa. Yudai mantém o quadril coladinho ao seu, as mãos indo direto agarrar sua cinturinha com firmeza, te guiando no escuro da sala. No meio do caminho acaba esbarrando com tudo nas costas do sofá, mas sequer hesita, o foco dele é inteiramente você. Koga volta a colar os lábios na sua boca, calando qualquer pergunta sua com mais um beijo estalado, intercalando o ósculo com as confissões que continuam saindo dele sem permissão.
— Eu sei que tô parecendo a porra de um idiota desesperado surgindo aqui a essa hora e desse jeito... eu sei o quanto isso pode parecer ridículo também, mas eu tô pouco me fodendo, que seja, não me importo de parecer gamado, caidinho,um cachorrinho na coleira por você. Eu não dou a mínima… desde que eu seja o seu homem. Eu quero essa porra séria, então diz que você quer também, diz que me quer e eu juro que que te dou até o mundo.
Enquanto Yudai continua a declaração entre beijos, as mãos dele deixam sua cintura e começam a tatear seu corpo sem controle, subindo e descendo pela lateral das suas costelas e alisando seus braços, os sentindo arrepiadinhos, isso até alcançarem a barrinha da sua camisola. Com pressa, ele puxa o tecido pra cima sedento, tirando a peça levinha do seu corpo e a jogando em algum canto no chão da sala.
Seus peitos ficam totalmente expostos, os biquinhos eriçados tanto pela excitação quanto pelo ar fresco do ambiente, você solta mais uma risada gostosa, genuinamente entretida com o nível de delírio desse homem. O contraste entre o Yudai marrento e até imponente com esse que está à sua frente, tão descontrolado e carente, é gostoso demais de ver.
— Você bebeu antes de vir pra cá, né? Pode falar. — Pende a cabeça pro lado, brincando de fugir dos lábios insaciáveis de Yudai, o mesmo que não leva mais do que segundos para tirar sua calcinha com facilidade e embolsá-la rapidamente, esboçando nada mais que um sorriso presunçoso quando percebe que você notou.
— Antes fosse bebida, álcool só me daria uma ressaca, o que tem me deixado embriagado é bem mais potente... — Responde com a voz baixinha de propósito enquanto sorrateiramente envolve as mãos por baixo das suas coxas e te ergue do chão sem qualquer dificuldade, tirando proveito de todo o vigor e força física para te pegar no colo. Suas pernas circulam o quadril de Yudai, seu corpo nu sentindo toda a umidade fria das vestes do mesmo.
Koga dá a volta no sofá em passos largos e se joga no estofado sem te soltar por um segundo. As bocas de vocês voltam a se colar, parecendo dois ímãs incapazes de passar tempo demais longe um do outro. Prontamente você mesma começa a empurrar a jaqueta pesada de Yudai para fora dos ombros enquanto o mesmo se desfaz dos tênis, jogando-os pra longe de qualquer jeito. No segundo em que você puxa a camiseta dele, deixando o peitoral largo exposto, as mãos de Yudai já estão brigando para desafivelar o cinto com pressa.
Já sabendo pelas vezes anteriores os pontos fracos do homem, você aproveita que ele está ocupado com as calças e toma a frente. Enterra o rosto no pescoço de Yudai, distribuindo beijos, lambidas, mordidinhas e chupões pela pele quentinha dele, gemendo abafado só pra foder com o pouco de juízo que ele ainda tem. Yudai solta um choramingo, não esconde sequer o quão afetado está. agora desocupados, os dedos dele se enterram nos seus cabelos. Com a sua ajuda, a calça e a cueca dele são empurradas até o meio das coxas, e o pau já mais que desperto pula pra fora, robusto, latejando. Ah, quando você desce o olhar, quase baba.
— Uau, tudo isso para mim, Koga? — Você nem espera ele responder, sela a boca dele num beijo molhadinho enquanto arrasta a mão para envolver o pau duro e baboso dele, punhetando lentinho, subindo e descendo o aperto dos dedos, observando o que escorre da pontinha a cada aperto. Yudai joga a cabeça para trás, o maxilar travado, as coxas tesas, completamente atordoado pelo jeito que você o maneja.
Mais do que pronta você se ajeita no colo dele, posicionando a cabecinha do cacete bem na sua entrada, sua abertura toda melada, encharcada, ansiando ser preenchida. Enquanto você se prepara, as mãos de Yudai se distraem com seus seios, espalmando ambos com firmeza, beliscando e puxando os biquinhos sensíveis, louco ao ver como seu corpinho inteiro se contorce em cima dele. Quando finalmente desce o quadril, o faz de uma só vez, engolindo o pau grosso até a base.
O impacto arranca um gemido sôfrego dos dois. Caralho, gostoso demais. O encaixe perfeito, como se o interior da sua bucetinha fosse moldado exatamente pro pau dele. No mesmo segundo, Yudai enterra os dedos na sua cintura, cravando-os em sua pele e tomando a frente para ditar o ritmo. Começa a dar estocadas lentas, de baixo para cima, afundando o máximo que consegue da pica dentro de você.
— Porra... você é irreal. Sobrenatural. — Ele sussurra, aqueles olhos escuros te devorando por inteira. — E minha. Só minha, puta merda…
Você geme, rebolando contra a pélvis dele no mesmo ritmo, sorri, sela a boquinha dele e se entrega ao momento.
— Sou... sou todinha sua, Yudai... — Admite já ofegante, subindo os braços pelos ombros dele pra beijar o cantinho da sua boca.
Foi o bastante pra ele perder de vez o juízo. Yudai geme dengoso, abraça sua cinturinha com força, colando o peito dele no seu e passa a estocar com força e velocidade, sem dó. As bolas pesadas batem contra sua bunda, seu clítoris roçando gostosinho na base toda vez que ele entra e sai de você. Os beijos viram uma bagunça, bocas abertas, línguas se chocando, muita saliva.
A sala escura se enche com o som dos gemidos de ambos, o barulho estalado e úmido dos corpos se chocando, o próprio sofá rangendo como se pudesse se partir ao meio a qualquer momento. O som da foda sequer permite que vocês escutem o vento batendo contra as janelas ou mesmo a chuva incessante que continua desabando do lado de fora, parecendo não ter hora para acabar, assim como vocês dois.
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content warning ⸝⸝ fem!Nicholas, fox!Nicholas, afab!reader, oral sex (reader receiving).
fem!Wang Yixiang, "The nine-tailed fox", was of mysterious origins. The history of her tribe was lost, unknown, save for the twin gemstones she has carried with her.
Her earliest memories of life were running with the foxes in the northern reaches, by the beach. While she understood she was not one of them, they, however, saw her as a kindred spirit, and came to accept her within their pack.
The world of mortals was as distant and unsettling to Yixiang as it was to the foxes, but she felt drawn to it for unexplainable reasons.
Humans particularly were rough, blunt creatures and when a band of huntsmen camped nearby, Yixiang watched them from a distance as they went about their grim business.
When one of them was wounded, Yixiang could feel his life bleeding away. Her primal instincts of a predator have been awaken, she savored the spirit essence leaving his body, which made her gain brief visions of his memories — the lover he lost in battle, and the children he had left behind. Yixiang pushed his deprecatory emotions; fear, sorrow, and comforted him with visions of a sun-soaked meadow as he died in her arms.
Afterward, she found that human words came to her easily, like something from a half-remembered dream. Yixiang knew her time with the pack has come to an end, leaving them behind and opting to staying to the fringes of society.
She felt more alive than ever.
Her predatory nature remained, but she was living in a sea of new experiences, emotions, and customs across the village. Humans, in return, also became fascinated by her, and she used this to her advantage.
Yixiang would drain their essence while charming them with recollections of beauty, hallucinations of deep longing, and dreams colored by raw sorrow.
She grew drunk on memories that were not hers to claim, exhilaration running through her veins at the thought of ending the lives of others even as she felt the grief she brought to her victims. Yixiang experienced heartbreak and ecstasy in alluring flashes that left her craving more — everything was overwhelming, but whenever she tried to stay away, her power would slowly fade away forcing her to partake again and again.
As time passed, she began to see herself as the humans did: a monster.
Until one day, you stumbled upon her in the act, hunched over a man as she drained his life essence from him. Despite your brain yelling at you to turn, your feet remained planted in their place, you stayed — watching in pure awe. The lifeless body of the man echoed in a thud as she discarded him carelessly, turning completely towards you, eyes sharp and feline-like scanning you.
"Aren't you going to run, human?"
You gulped, still frozen in place while she approached you, fluffy tail wrapping around your legs and the soft fur felt warm against your skin.
On pure instinct and unwavering will to live, you uttered your next words, "I'll give you my life essence but I need your heart in return."
Her hands found their way to your waist, pulling you flush against her body, your breath hitching from seeing her beauty up close.
"Oh, Aren't you a brave one... what makes you sure I'd do that?"
You gulped, the gravity of the situation finally dawned on you. You were dancing with the wolf, or well in this case, the fox.
Yixiang, with her lips a mere breathe away from yours, didn't hold back anymore — a dance of breaths, she kissed you with fevor and you surrendered yourself to her completely.
The rouge tree bark incised the flesh of your back but that pain was all forgotten when Yixiang got down on her knees between your legs, her hands slid down your sides while she trailed her tongue down your stomach leaving you breathless.
Your knees part instinctively, back arching as soon as her lips press against your wet folds.
"So sweet, and all mine." She rasped and slowly licked a trail up your slit before sucking on the oversensitive bud of your clit. One of your hands flies to her head and you grab a fistful of her hair making her giggle against you and lazily running her tongue through your folds.
The fox started thrusting her fingers steadily while simultaneously lapping at the slick spilling from you. It all started to feel overwhelming, leaving you in a blissful, fuzzy daze. You can feel the fast approach of your orgasm and so did she.
“Fuck, just like that, bǎo bèi.”
Fueled by your teetering release, she sucked hard on your clit, the pleasure you felt crashed all at once, sending shock waves of electricity through your body, coming all over her face.
She hummed in content, licking your essence.
For the first time in her life, Yixiang let herself fall in love and be loved, wholly and completely.
𝒻𝑖𝑛.
(a/n: somebody get me off that league of legends pill!! this is my first official entry for fem!teamies and since its pride i needed to lock in! anyways hope u enjoy foxy weno ♡)
ꨄ︎ author's note : finally a kei fic from mimi with no angst everybody cheer! thank you sabby for the cutest req ever! i'm not too happy with how it came out but hopefully it's good enough. all support is appreciated, and i hope you enjoy jokitties🪽
ִֶָ. ..𓂃currently playing: love - wave to earth ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐
⠀⠀ ⠀ ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ 古賀祐大ᰍ໋ ۫ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𖦹⠀ 𓈒 読む⸝⸝ ⟡
flipping through what seemed like notes upon notes for your presentation, you could barely keep your eyes open. you had been studying constantly all week, and hadn’t given yourself much time to sleep in between. the presentation was due in 3 days, and it felt like you couldn’t focus on anything else.
every time your eyes would close, as soon as you started nodding off, you’d force yourself awake again, eyes widened, back straight. you had too much to do, there was no time for rest.
you were sat on your bed, with your boyfriend, kei, laying down next to you with his phone in his hand. despite you being busy and not giving him any attention, he was fine just to be near you. he liked to simply be in your space even if you were doing something else. just to exist near you was all he needed. and today was one of the days.
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kei, your oh so attentive boyfriend, eventually noticed your struggle to stay conscious - the way your back slouched, the slow dip of your head, your struggle to think of what to write. he sat up, moving across the bed to settle next to you.
“you okay?” he asked, sitting just beside you in case you fall asleep. or even worse, fall off the bed.
“mhm, i’m okay.” your words were slurred, your eyes barely open - yet you insisted on continuing to study. so stubborn, kei thought. as always.
“if you insist, babe.”
you leant your head on his shoulder, hand moving slowly as you dragged your pencil across the page. kei went back on his phone, scrolling absentmindedly.
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just five minutes later, it came to kei’s attention that the background noise of your pencil scribbling away had stopped. it was silent in the bedroom except for the video playing quietly on his phone.
glancing down, he noticed that you had fallen asleep on his shoulder. the pencil sat loosely in your grip, your mouth slightly open, and your slow, deep breaths of sleep all made his heart melt. you looked so adorable, passed out against him. but you also looked completely exhausted. clearly, your body needed the rest desperately.
kei could’t move now. he couldn’t risk waking you up with any sudden movements, you needed to sleep. so instead, he opted for gently pulling the notepad and pencil from your grip, and carefully shifting so you were both laying down.
you stirred at the movement, and kei’s heart dropped for a second. luckily, you eventually calmed down, your cheek pressed against his shoulder. his long arm wrapped around your body, his hand reaching to cradle your head. finally, you were getting some well needed rest.
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it took no longer than an hour for kei to join you in your peaceful slumber. his phone still in his right hand, his left resting on the dip of your lower back, the two of you slept quietly wrapped up in each other’s warmth.
𝑨/𝑵: only thing that kept going through my head today was fem!nicho bringing out her favorite toy that she's been dying to use on u ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;)
fem!nicho's hand tenderly snaked around your waist, kneading at your skin as you kept dabbing concealer under your eyes. a smile crossed your face when you felt her kissing along the line of your shoulder, up your neck, all the way to your ear — playfully biting the soft tissue there.
"you look stunning," she whispered, hands still massaging your skin under your shirt.
"i haven't even done anything to my face yet," you chuckled, leaning closer to the mirror to check for creases under your eyes.
"my girlfriend is just naturally stunning, i guess." she winked at you in the mirror, and you answered with a roll of your eyes.
you grabbed the mascara, carefully swiping it across your lashes to give your eyes a bigger, fuller shape.
leaning in again, the warmth of her chest pressing into your back vanished for a split second before she returned. her chin rested on your shoulder, a slight pout on her lips. her hands settled on your hips, fingers pulling at the waistband of your panties where they peeked through your sweatpants.
you stopped, capping the mascara and turning around to face her.
grabbing nicho's pouty face, you asked, "what's wrong? why's my baby sad today?"
her heart swelled, beating like she'd just run a marathon, as she tried to find her voice for you. clearing her throat, she looked at you from under her lashes. "i just miss you."
a warm smile spread across your face. you caught her lips in a small kiss, and she melted into your embrace. you gave her another, feeling her lean her full weight on you the deeper you kissed. her arms rested against the sink behind you, one hand occasionally caressing your side before bracing to support part of her weight.
when you pulled away, she stayed leaning on you, face to your chest, looking up at you dreamily. that soft, dopey smile you adored was there, so you left another peck on her now cherry-red lips.
"let me finish getting ready—" she stole another kiss mid-sentence. "mmh— and we can finish this later, baby, okay?"
nicho sighed, eyebrows furrowed, silently refusing the proposal. she hugged you tighter, refusing to let go.
just as she was about to start whining, you leaned closer to her ear. "didn't you say you had a new toy coming in soon?"
she perked up instantly—like calling out 'walk?' to a puppy, who'd respond with a bark and an eager tail wag. nicho looked at you as if she held all the stars in her eyes.
"yes!" she exclaimed, holding you firmer. her eyes flicked between yours, and you could see them darken as she remembered what she'd come in here for.
but you stopped her, hand against her chest before she could try anything. you pointed to the mirror, then to your face. "not until i'm done getting ready," you repeated.
"not like it's gonna stay on afterwards, anyway." nicho rolled her eyes, head tilting to the side. her smirk was evident as you felt her hands slide higher under your shirt, fingers barely brushing the underside of your boobs.
your breath hitched. trying to stay in control, you firmly pushed her hands down and leaned away from her teasing lips. pointing to the bathroom door, nicho grumbled all the way to the bedroom, swearing up and down that she wouldn't be done with you unless she had every bit of makeup swiped off your face.
by the time you were done, you'd finished the small details left on your face, painting your lips a rosy red. walking into the bedroom to choose an outfit, you found nicho half-laying on the bed, scrolling through her phone.
"took you long enough." you could hear the grumble in her voice, and you answered with a small giggle.
"beauty takes time, nicho. you can't rush it." both you and nicho knew you weren't doing this for the sake of beauty. you were doing this to tease her, to see just how thin you could stretch her patience. you were supposed to be going on a grocery store trip, but you'd mentally canceled it the minute you kissed nicholas.
you rummaged through the pile of clothes, grabbed something random, and headed back to the bathroom. nicho jumped up from her spot and pulled you toward her.
"you do not need to be changing right now." she looked at you with wild eyes, gaze darting between you and the clothes in your hands. she looked like she was about to set them on fire with her stare.
"i need to—" she cuts you off, grabbing the pieces of clothing in your hands and chucking them somewhere across the room.
"you need to nothing." she pulls you toward her, close enough that you straddle her hips as she leans back on the bed. "don't you think you've teased me enough?"
you pretend to think. "hmm, well, i'd planned for more." your sweet smile contradicted your intentions so perfectly that it had her chuckling.
hungry hands roam all over your thighs before gripping at your ass. she was on the brink of breaking.
your hands find her shoulders, supporting yourself as you sit on her hips. you flip your hair to the side, face now inches away from hers as you feel her shaky breath across your lips.
slow, deliberate fingers travel down her chest to her abdomen and underneath her shirt, moving back up towards the soft skin that was covered by nothing but warmth.
your fingers knead the softness, light gasp against your mouth when your thumb catches over her nipples. lips catch hers in hunger, slow and eating at her as you search deeper inside her.
your moans vibrate throughout the bedroom before pulling back and watch her chase after your lips, begging for more. her eyes are wide as they watch you move down to her jaw. slowly working your way to her neck, feeling her hammering pulse against you tongue as you nibble on the tender skin enough to bruise.
your hands move towards her hips, tracing the lines of her curves as you find the top of her jeans. without any struggle, you undo the buttons, shoving your hand inside, only to be met with supple skin.
you pull back, chest heaving as you look at the glorious sight in front of you.
"not wearing anything underneath?" your eyebrow raised mockingly, fingers still toying with her wetness. nicholas cursed under her breath when she felt a digit go inside her slowly pumping.
"you wanna fuck me that bad, huh?" nicho could only look away in response, ears flaming red, earning a giggle from you.
you lean closer to her, lips brushing against hers. "so wet and i've barely touched you."
nicholas's hands pat around the bed, reaching under the pillow. she pulls away for a moment, and when she's back, she's holding a dildo with two ends. one was longer than the other, obviously intended to be inserted, while the other was small but big enough to act as an anchor.
her smile is bright as she sits upright. she flips you underneath her, catching your lips in a greedy kiss as she shimmies off her pants and yanking yours off. she's completely bare in front of you. you stayed in your lace panties, her fingers fiddling with the soft cloth.
straddling your hips this time, she brings the dildo to your lips.
"aaah," she opens her own mouth with you, and you begin sucking on the fake cock. the messy sound of your saliva wetting the rubber filled the room accompanied by your shared heavy breathing.
the moment had you clenching around nothing. thighs rubbing together as you core ached to be filled.
nicholas bites her lips as she watches you lose yourself into thoroughly coating the dildo with your drool. she pulls it out of your mouth, kissing the corner of your mouth before leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses down your body. your fingers find her hair, running them through the soft locks as you lift her bangs; her eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she sucks a spot on your hips.
fingers toying with the waistband of your panties, she pulls them off slowly as if opening up a precious gift that was bestowed to her. her movements aren't rushed, agonizingly patient as she takes in the wet sight in front of her.
"so fucking perfect for me," nicholas falls down to her knees, kissing all around your heat before her tongue licks strips up your pussy. throwing your head back, your fingers pulled just enough on her hair to force her closer to your center.
"so impatient," she says mockingly, feeling a sense of deja-vu. that stupid, smug smirk that spread across her face almost made you flip (?)
usually, you'd respond with some smart comment, but you needed her too much for this get to you. a groan escaped you as you cover your face with your hands in frustration.
"look at you, already falling apart, and i haven't even begun." nicho's giggles sounded deep, still mocking you.
when she was sure you were wet and lubricated enough, she smeared the tip of the dildo all over your wetness, slowly inserting it inside you. the thick rubber stretching you open slowly, fingers digging into her shoulder as you leaned on your elbows. you watched the cock slowly disappearing inside you, arching your back as you adjust. you watch nicho's face concentrate on the slow movements going in and out of you.
a hand to your clit, rubbing slow circles as she gave kitten licks, keeping a steady push and pull of the cock. nicholas watches your expressions, eyes meeting hers as you nod. you mouth dropping open when she shoved it deep inside you in one stroke.
"want me to fuck you?" she stood back up, straddling your hips this time as she held the dildo in place inside you. you nod eagerly in response, nails raking across her back as you try to pull her closer to you.
"use your fucking words." she grabs your face firm enough to hold eye contact, thumb stroking your cheek as she waits for you to find your voice.
"yes, please, please. i need you to fuck me," breathless whimper escapes you, and it satisfies her. grabbing your lips in a deep kiss as she continues fucking you with a pace even faster and merciless than before.
a knee beside your hip while the other was between your legs, she gives you a few more pumps before shoving the other small head inside herself. her moan was loud, guttural as she braces herself around your head, her hips rocking into you.
every thrust, every touch affected her just as much as it did you. her thrusts are merciless, filled with hunger as she pounded into you. your moans came out loud, eyes wide as you kept glancing at the point where you both met.
"i'm gonna cum— nicho, please, nicho—" you were already on the brink just by her teasing touches. you grip the arm that was around you, squeezing your eyes shut as you try to not to cum.
"i'm not holding you back, baby." you look at her with wild eyes, briefly confused before you're snapped out of your thoughts when a particular roll of her hips sends you over the edge.
your moan is obscene as she grinds into you, fucking the orgasm out of you until you came down from your high. broken moans tumble out of you as her thrusts turned harsher, more desperate to reach her own climax.
her mouth finds your nipples, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive bud, eliciting a soft moan out of you as she continued fucking into you. your fingers trail down, finding her clit and rubbing in slow circles.
her head fell back, a breathy sigh escaping her as she grinds into your hand now. the angle made her hips tilt upwards into you, a whine escaping you as she kept teasing that precious spot inside you.
"there you are," she purred against your ear, hand now long forgotten as she closed the distance between you, hugging you as she fucked you with deep rolls of her hips.
you felt your eyes roll back, legs twitching as she made you spread wider. she lifted herself off, fingers toying with your sensitive bud and used your knees as her anchor, trhsuting deep and relentless.
her pace was so fast, so deep, so good— hitting the deepest parts of you at that delicious angle. her moans grew louder, using her other hand to rub her clit in sync with yours.
"nicho— i'm gonna—"
"me too, baby, fuck—" you felt the stutter of her hips as she pressed deeper into you, arching your back as you clawed the bedsheets beside you, tears now escaping as you scream. your orgasm hit like a thousand waves, feeling it spread from your core to your bones.
she gives a few more rolls before her head is thrown back, back arched as her body shivered on top of you. she could barely hold herself up, plopping on top of your trembling body as her face rested on your chest.
"that was..." she trailed off, still catching her breath as she moved slightly to catch your eyes. her sweet smile spread across her face, teeth shining through, and you lean to give her a soft kiss.
"you were amazing, baby." you whisper in her ear, feeling her shift slightly which made you both moan, followed by shared giggles and heavy breaths sounded in the room.
"but i didn't get all the makeup off yet." she glanced at the slightly runny mascara on your face. your base still untouched as your lipstick was smeared on one corner.
"oh, shut up." a playful smack to her back, you bring her closer to you.
a deep chuckle rumbled through her chest, resonating into you as her arms wrapped around you, pressing light kisses to your chest as you played with her soft hair. 𖹭
disclaimers: established relationship; fluff. uni setting. no y/n usage. reader has academic anxiety. clingy & comforting maki. inspired by this song !
word count: 1.6K
index: garden hub + masterlist + credits
the study commons smelled faintly of stale filter coffee, damp raincoats, and the low, collective hum of laptops running on low battery. you sat at a long zinc-topped table near the back, your fingers hovering over the track pad of your laptop, your gaze fixed entirely on the blank interface of your university web-mail account.
the graduate admissions panel for the department had promised the preliminary interview schedule by four o’clock, and the digital clock in the corner of your screen now read four-twelve. the delay felt heavy on your conscience, the silence from their end seemingly thinning the air in your lungs until every breath felt conscious and shallow. you had rehearsed your abstract until it lost its soul, memorized the faculty names like litanies, and checked the connection until the repetition felt like a descent into madness.
maki sat on the low stool beside you, his long legs tangled beneath the narrow frame of the table, his presence had become a stubborn obstacle to the cold panic settling into your shoulders. he was never the one suited for the sterile purgatory of academic waiting rooms, yet he had braved the train and the rain just to remain by your side, refusing to leave you to the mercy of your own mind.
as you reached to refresh the page once more, his big hand rose up—his palm pressing against the side of your neck, his thumb applying a firm, grounding pressure just behind your earlobe, as if trying to tether you back to the earth.
“you’re doing it again,” he said, his voice cutting through the background noise of clicking keyboards and distant cafeteria trays.
you did not turn your head, keeping your eyes on the loading bar that flickered across the screen. “the schedule dictates the order of the afternoon presentations. they could send the link at any second.”
“you’ve been reading the same page for twenty minutes.”
“i’m preparing.”
“you’re staring.”
you offered no reply, your fingers tightening against the cold edge of the table.
“look at me,” he murmured.
“i need to watch for the notification, maki.”
“it isn’t there yet.”
maki shifted his weight, his shoulder pressing hard against yours until you were forced to lean into his side. he reached down and slid his fingers into your palm, disrupting your grip on the metal edge. the skin of your hand was damp and cool, a physical manifestation of the anxiety you were attempting to keep out of your face. he did not recoil; instead, he gathered the excess fabric of his sleeve and slowly, deliberately wiped the moisture, thorough and unhurried.
“your hands are like ice,” he muttered, enveloping your fingers in his own to trap the heat. “you always get like this when you’re in your own head.”
“it’s an important committee,” you said, your eyes darting back to the corner of the monitor. “if i miss the window, they won’t reschedule. the department is incredibly strict about the timetable.”
“they’ll wait for you,” he countered, a flicker of amusement in his eyes that suggested the department’s so called punctuality was already failing.
“you don’t know how these things work.”
a shadow of hurt crossed his features; you knew he held pride in his own intellect, even if he kept his distance from the troubles and struggles of academics. it was clear that he started to feel like he was of no help for not being somehow omniscient for your sake. yet, he brushed the slight aside with practiced grace, conceding the moment to your burden. he knew you didn’t mean it that way after all.
“i know you’re smart enough that they’d be stupid not to.” his thumb traced the joints of your wrist over your skin with measured pressure. “but i want this over with. i don’t like seeing you look like this.”
the gray light outside the double-glazed windows was fading into the uniform blue of a campus dusk, casting long, flat shadows over the linoleum floor. the department offices across the courtyard had begun to turn on their overhead lights, the yellow squares appearing one by one through the drizzle. maki reached up with his free hand, his fingers curling gently around your chin to tilt your head away from the monitor, his gaze locked onto yours with a stubborn intensity that demanded a response.
“just look at me for a second,” he said, his voice dropping lower, ignoring the group of undergraduates sorting through library books at the next table. “can you not see me sitting right here?”
“maki, please,” you whispered, your heart ticking rapidly against your ribs.
“i’m right here,” he repeated, his fingers shifting to press into the soft skin of your cheek, his touch firm enough to hold you in place. “are you gonna keep looking at that?”
“i’m right here, just like you are.”
“your mind isn’t.”
he leaned closer until his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm and familiar in the chilly, air-conditioned draft of the commons. the sheer persistence of his proximity was heavy, refusing to let you vanish into the abstract terror of the doctoral board. you let out a long breath, your shoulders finally dropping an inch as the tension began to leave your spine, your fingers loosening within his grasp.
“i want your attention,” he murmured against your skin, his lips brushing your temple. there was a rare, almost unseemly vulnerability in his voice, a crack in his composure reserved only for such earnest moments. “all of it. leave the laptop alone.”
“it’s just one email,” you protested, though your voice lacked its previous defense.
“it’s a distraction.”
he pressed closer, his arm sliding beneath your unzipped coat to pull you flush against his chest, the bulk of his shoulder eclipsing the screen entirely. he gathered the draped wool scarf from your lap and tucked it snugly around your throat, his fingers lingering at your collar to ensure you were cocooned.
“you’re cold,” he noted, “so i’m going to hold you until you warm up. we agreed we’d handle the waiting together.”
you let your head rest against his shoulder, the linen of his collar soft against your cheek. “i didn’t think ‘together’ meant you blocking my view, big boy.”
“it means whatever i say it means,” he declared, and though his tone was light, his grip around your waist didn’t loosen—unyielding. “stay. just like this.”
as you finally let your eyelids close, you could hear the steady thud of his pulse beneath his shirt, a sound far more grounding than the relentless tick of the campus clock. he shifted slightly on his seat, his long legs adjusting around yours until your knees were completely bracketed by his, locking you into a private alcove of warmth that the drafty high ceilings of the commons could not touch. his hand remained at your neck, his fingers sliding upward to tangle gently in the hair at the base of your nape, his thumb caressing the soft skin right behind your ear in leisurely, hypnotic circles.
“are you still thinking about it?” he whispered, his chin resting heavily on the top of your head, the vibration of his voice felt across your back and down to your collarbones, making your tender heart tremble from both his words and his gentleness.
“a little,” you confessed, your hand curling into the fabric of his sleeve, no longer searching for the track pad. “it’s hard to switch it off completely.”
“i can tell,” he said, his grip tightening around your waist just enough to remind you of the weight of his presence. “your back is still stiff… lean in. properly.”
you obeyed, allowing your spine to slump against his torso until the entire length of your body was supported by his. maki let out a soft, contented hum at your surrender, his lips pressing a firm, lingering kiss into your hair before he shifted his chin to rest in the crook of your shoulder. he reached down with his other hand, slipping his fingers between yours once more, the chill having completely left your fingers under his care this time around. he lifted your joined hands from your lap, bringing them up to his face so he could press your knuckles against his cheek, letting you feel the smooth, radiating heat of his skin.
“see?” he murmured, his eyes half-closed as he nuzzled into your palm, completely unbothered by the occasional passing student or the low chatter from the nearby printers. “much better.”
“you’re ridiculous,” you said, a small, genuine breath of laughter escaping your lips, the first real relief all afternoon. “everyone can see us.”
“let them look,” he replied with that blunt, casual indifference that always shielded you from the outside world. “they’re all stressed about their own exams anyway. nobody cares about us, except me.”
to prove his point, he turned his head slightly within your hand, pressing a soft kiss directly into the center of your palm, his lips warm and slightly chapped from the cold winds outside. the sensation sent a wave of genuine comfort through your limbs, loosening the very last knot of tension that had been holding your shoulders hostage since noon. you turned your head toward him, your noses brushing in the narrow space between you, your eyes taking in the soft, relaxed lines of his face. he looked incredibly boyish in the blue twilight of the lounge, yet his gaze held a protective clarity that rendered the entire graduate department small and insignificant.
“better?” he asked for confirmation this time, his thumb tracing the outer edge of your jawline, his touch light but deliberate.
“better,” you agreed, your breathing finally settling into a deep, even rhythm that matched his own.
maki smiled, a tiny, satisfied curve of his lips that he hid by burying his face into the soft wool of your scarf, his arms wrapping around you securely as the rain continued to patter against the glass outside.
a/n: the fem!nico one’s taking too long i needed to remind everyone i actually do write on here brah... also wangwangism has taken over me. ignore the gfx banner i was bullshitting highkey... edit: the old banner is lost media now thank you for providing new pics mr. mauss.
you are sweet, kind, a shining star in yuma’s otherwise dull dark life. you debuted at 20 in a small jpop idol group, yuma was there before the stage lights and fanmeets. you just didnt know that. see, you went to highschool with yuma—you were both in different social circles so you never really knew each other. well, you didn’t know yuma. yuma definitely knew you.
but as highschool came and went, you moved to tokyo and yuma moved on with his life; studying music production.
he was bored though, his friend harua had dragged him to a small concert—saying that underground idol concerts were fun! and it was fun, because when he looked up on that stage, there you stood. pink frilly dress, twin tails and a bright smile. god, you shined. brightened up his life in just a few minutes and he decided that from that day on—he would never let that brightness dim.
your group grew, not by an insane amount like akb48 or even =love. but enough that your company had started putting more effort into promoting you all. with promotion also came with fan service and with fan service came fan-meets.
yuma bought 60 albums with his credit card and won.
he dressed nice, put on his best cologne and had dyed his previously black hair blonde. maybe that would make you notice him among the others. maybe he would stand out and you would fall for him. just maybe.
you spoke to kindly, held his hand and praised his good looks. you signed his album with a cute little heart and a note telling him that you loved him—or something like that. it didn’t matter. it wrong move anyway because this only fueled yuma’s growing obsession with you.
cameras put into plushies you took home so that he could jerk off to you changing, watching your stories and posts closely so that he could hang around—hoping to bump into you, doxxing hate accounts, keeping folders upon folders of pictures of you. breaking into your solo dorm to steal your panties, jerking off on your pillows so you’d smell him when you slept and even reading your diary.
yuma decided that the spotlight was too much for you. your diary spoke about how you’d been struggling with anxiety and depression—how you’d resulted to self harm to weaken the desire to die.
that broke him. why would you want that? who made you feel this way? what made you feel this way?
he couldn’t take it. maybe the spotlight was too much for you. maybe you needed a break—or to leave entirely.
so he made a plan. slipping into your apartment at dawn whilst you did some grocery shopping. hiding in your closet with a camera propped up in your kitchen—directly facing your cup that you’d left on the counter. you always had this cup, always drank from it. what a good way to drug you.
when you eventually got home, thirsty and tired. you chugged the water so unaware that you’d just given yourself away to what you thought was a sweet fanboy.
as your unconscious body laid on the floor, chest still rising and falling. yuma worked around your passed out form. he’d learned how to copying your hand writing from the various notes you’d written for him during fansigns, he used that to his advantage as he wrote your suicide note. telling everyone you’d gone off to the country side to die peacefully.
you hadn’t. instead you sat in a room, terrified as the pretty face of your fan twisted in anger at your pleas to leave.
“you are fucking dead. shut up. my apartment is isolated. no one will hear you scream anyway. ” he said, rolling his eyes at your sobs and screams.
summary: euijoo comes home to his biggest nightmare: his 6 year old daughter wants a husband.
pairing: byun euijoo x reader
genres & tropes: dad! euijoo, established relationship, fluff!
word count: 1,258 (excluding summary)
author's thoughts: no one can run away from the justin bieber fever! I had this idea during bieberchella and decided to keep in a draft as I focused on writing The Sanctuary for Broken Hearts! So... um... it's kinda outdated?? But anyway this is so fun to write! So hopefully you'll have fun reading too!
“I’m home,”
“Appa!”
You smile as you watch your 6 year old daughter drop everything and run straight to Euijoo, excited that her father is home after spending 8 hours at the office. You put down the book you’re reading, and make your way to Euijoo – Euijoo, on the other hand, smiles brightly and quickly lifts your daughter up before spinning her through the air. Giggles instantly fill your house – both belong to Euijoo and your daughter.
“How was work?”
You ask while prying the bag off Euijoo’s shoulder as he carries your daughter in his arm.
“It was fine. Oh, I bought you flowers. Wait,”
Euijoo opened the front door and disappeared behind it with your daughter for a moment, making you tilt your head, wondering where he placed the flowers.
“Here,”
Euijoo hands you a bouquet of your favourite flowers, making your eyes widens and your lips instantly curl into a wide smile. He drops a kiss on your temple, before your daughter tugged on his tie, wanting his father’s attention.
“Appa, if I get married, will I get flowers like Mama too?”
Euijoo blinks his eyes repeatedly – married? Your daughter never mentioned marriage before, and despite the tons of happily ever after stories both of you told her, her response was: “One day I’ll be like Snow White too! Live in the castle with my prince!”.
“Appa will buy it for you, you don’t have to wait until you get… married,”
It feels hard – painfully bitter to be precise, for Euijoo to say the word married.
“I don’t want it from Appa! I want it from my husband!”
Euijoo’s eyes grow as wide as possible, and he turns to look at you in disbelief. Husband? Which kid in the kindergarten told her this? Was it her best friend Yumi, or was it a boy? Did he propose to her?
Honestly, looking at Euijoo’s reaction makes you want to laugh. Your husband has made it clear that your daughter will not be dating until the right age (there’s no clear number, it’s just when he deems it right) ever since she was 2 days old.
“Hu–husband?”
“Yes, appa! I want a husband! I want this person to be my husband!”
Your daughter squirms, wanting to be put down, causing Euijoo to crouch down and carefully let her go from his arms.
“Love, what happened? Why–No, what makes her talk about a husband? She’s 6! And– God, she skipped the boyfriend phase?”
“Well–”
“Appa! Come here! I want to show you!”
“She has a photo of him?!”
“Joo… you’re overreacting.”
“No, I’m underreacting.”
“Hubby, you’ll be alright.”
“I’m not alright! I just got home, and our daughter is saying that she wants flowers from her husband! Not from me! I just got rejected!”
Euijoo kneels on the floor, looking as dejected as ever, and you have to turn your head somewhere else to laugh, so that your husband won’t turn into a sad looking puppy.
“Appa!! Come here quick!!”
“I thought I have at least 20 years before hearing her saying the husband word,”
Euijoo heaves a deep sigh, and you bite your lower lips, trying to hold back your laugh. You kneeled on the floor too, approaching your husband and patting his back before helping him to get up.
“Appa!”
“Appa is coming,”
You reply, and drag Euijoo to the living room. Euijoo keeps sighing and shaking his head, heartbroken over his daughter wanting a husband this early. Luckily she’s 6, so it means that she won’t be having an actual husband soon because that would be illegal. But still.
“Appa! Here! Look at the TV!”
Great. He has to look at the boy’s face at the big ass TV now. You silently giggle while watching your husband, who reluctantly lifts his head up to look at the TV – his eyelids then flutters rapidly.
“Ju…Justin Bieber?”
“Yes! Justing Bieber!”
“Justin, princess,”
You gently corrected your daughter’s pronunciation.
“Justin!”
He heaved a relieved sigh, before he turned his head to you, wanting an explanation on how your daughter ended up falling in love– no, having a crush– no, wanting Justin Bieber to be her husband.
“She was sleeping, and I was doing some chores. I played Justin Bieber’s music video on the TV to listen while doing the chores… and then when I was done doing the laundry, I found her already… hooked.”
“No one can escape the Justin Bieber phase, huh?”
“Yes, and that includes your daughter,”
“And the husband part?”
“Well… she asks about us. Like, our relationship. I told her that we’re husband and wife, and it was… a long explanation. About love and etc,”
“LOVE?”
“Yes,”
“She’s too young for love talk,”
Euijoo buried his face on his palms while groaning – he can’t believe that his daughter just had a love talk session with you.
“And… she decides she’s in love with Justin and wants him to be her husband…”
Euijoo sighs before he looks at his daughter whose eyes are glued onto the Justin Bieber photo, with a wide smile on her lips.
“Well, at least it’s Justin Bieber.”
You bite your lower lips while patting Euijoo’s shoulder, and guide him to sit down on the couch. A familiar song begins to play on the TV – you spare a glance at your daughter, who just pressed the button to play the ‘Baby’ music video.
“It’s only Justin Bieber, right?”
Euijoo asks as he finds it weird that you keep biting your lower lips. You give him an awkward smile, causing Euijoo to furrow his eyebrows.
“I found a love letter in her bag…”
“Oh my god… Oh my– why are the kids– is it– I have no words. God,”
Euijoo dropped to the floor once again, this time, both of his knees and hands on the ground. He can’t believe that his nightmare is starting, especially when his daughter is just 6 years old.
You hung your head low as you giggled over your husband’s dramatic reaction. Your husband has always been the calm one, so when he loses his composure over things like this, you think it’s very funny.
“Would you like–”
“No. Let’s not talk about it. Our daughter is 6. She’s not legal to be married. She’s not having a husband. She’s definitely not going to be in love. She doesn’t know the difference between love, crush and like! Whose kid gave her the love letter? I’m going to have a man to man talk with that kid tomorrow,”
Euijoo plopped down on the floor while saying that – it’s like he had lost all the hope in the world.
“Hubby, it’s… kids. They aren’t serious… like you said, they don’t know the difference…”
“When I was a kid, all I thought about was to play outside. Not to find love,”
“Oh. That’s… different from me.”
Euijoo fixes his eyes on you as he gets up – his curiosity fuels him to stand up again.
“What’s so different, love?”
“I had… my first kiss when I was 6.”
Euijoo shuts his eyes tightly – a pained expression written all over his face, before he rubs his temple as he can feel an incoming headache from all the shocking and devastating news he’s receiving today.
“Yeah. It’s official. Today is the worst day of my life. My daughter is in love, and has a secret admirer, and my wife had her first kiss when she was 6. Oh my god, OH MY GOD, THERE'S A POSSIBILITY THAT THAT BOY KISSED HER TOO. OH MY GOD,”
additional notes: spoiling everyone with double updates over this weekend after a long wait! and as always, thank you for reading until the end <3
nakakita yuma ✶ sleepy & slow unprotected sex soft talking creampie yuma is really sweet pronebone
› notes . just something sweet that i've been thinking with my yuu >_<
the room was bathed in the dim, golden glow of yuma’s bedside lamp in the middle of the night. you were barely awake, drifting in that hazy space between dreams and reality, lying flat on your stomach with your face pressed into the warm fabric of the pillow. the weight of the duvet was comforting, but the heat radiating from your boyfriend behind you was even better.
yuma moved with a sluggish, affectionate grace, his body pressing firmly against your back. he didn’t rush, taking things slow, synchronized with the rhythmic, heavy breathing of two people who didn’t want to leave the bed.
he leaned down, his chest brushing against your shoulder blades, and pressing a lingering, soft kiss to the nape of your neck.
“still sleepy, yeah?” he whispered, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated against your skin.
the warmth of his breath sent a shiver down your spine, making you moan softly into the pillow. the menace—bratty, cocky and even mean—yuma abandoned now, giving some space to the affectionate and sweetheart of a boyfriend you had.
he shifted, his thighs parting yours as he positioned himself. there was no condom, no barrier—just the raw, electric heat of skin on skin.
you felt the broad, blunt head of his cock nudge against your soaking wet slit, teasing the opening with a slow pressure, making you arch your back instinctively, craving the fullness.
with a steady push, yuma slid inside you. he entered you inch by inch, painfully slowly, the friction intense and searing. you gasped, fingers gripping the sheets as he filled you completely, his thick shaft stretching your walls to their limit.
he paused once he was buried deep, letting you adjust to the sensation of him raw inside you.
“you feel so good, lovie… so tight for me,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear.
he began to move, but there was no urgency, only a deep, languid rhythm. he pulled back slowly, almost sliding all the way out, before pushing back in with a soft, wet thud. each stroke was calculated to maximize the friction, the slow pace making every nerve ending in your pussy scream with pleasure.
the sound of his skin slapping against your ass was a rhythmic, hypnotic beat. yuma kept his body pressed tight against yours, his hands sliding forward to grip your hips, anchoring you as he drove into you. he wasn’t trying to break you—at least not now—he was savoring you, treating the act like a slow dance.
“just relax for me,” he whispered, his voice dripping with affection. “just feel me… feel how much i want you, lovie.”
you let out a shaky breath, your eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure built up in slow, rolling waves. the feeling of his cock sliding through your heat, the raw contact of his balls hitting your backside, and the softness of his whispers created a cocoon of intimacy.
yuma’s grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging slightly into your skin as he shifted his angle. he began to grind his pelvis against you, rotating his hips to ensure his thick shaft rubbed against every sensitive rigde of your pussy.
the friction was intoxicating, a slow-burn heat that made your breath hitch in short, shallow gasps.
you reached your arm back to pull your boyfriend for a kiss that was equally slow and deep. his tongue tangled around yours in a dizzying rhythm that made your eyes roll back to your skull paired with his hips movements.
“can feel you pulsing around me,” he breathed against your lips, his voice barely a whisper, yet it sounded like a roar in the silence of the room.
he pressed his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply, his stubble grazing your skin in a way that made you shiver.
he slowed his pace even further, pulling back until only the head of his cock remained inside you, teasing the entrance before plunging back in with a heavy, wet slide. the raw contact was overwhelming—you could feel the vein of his cock throbbing against your walls, matching the frantic beat of your own heart.
you let out a whimpering moan, your head lolling to the side as you pressed your cheek further into the pillow. the pleasure was thick and syrupy, dragging you deeper into a state of blissful surrender.
yuma responded to your sound by biting softly on your shoulder, his teeth grazing the skin just enough to send a spark of electricity through your nerves.
“that’s it, lovie… come for you yuu,” he murmured, voice thick with his own growing need.
he began to pick up the pace, not with aggression, but with a relentless momentum. the soft thuds of his ball hitting your ass became more frequent, the sound echoing the rhythmic drive of his cock sliding deep into your heat.
yuma was no longer savoring you, he was chasing his orgasm, his breath becoming ragged and hot against your ear.
you arched your back, pushing your ass back against him, desperate for more of that raw, filling pleasure. every thrust felt like it was reaching deeper than the last, his cock stretching you wide and filling every available inch of your aching pussy. the tension in your lower belly coiled tighter and tighter, a knot of pleasure that was second away from snapping.
and when it finally snapped, the pleasure peaked into a blinding white light that radiated from where yuma was buried deep inside you.
your internal muscles clamped down hard, pulsing in rhythmic, desperate waves around his thick shaft. a loud, broken moan escaped you, your fingers clutching the bedsheets as your entire body shuddered under the force of a crashing orgasm. you felt every single throb of your pussy gripping him, the raw friction sending sparks of electricity through your spine.
yuma let out a low, guttural growl, his own composure finally shattering. the feeling of you squeezing him so tightly was the final trigger. he surged forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt, his pelvis slamming hard against your ass as he stiffened.
he groaned your name, a deep, shaking sound, as he began to cum. you could feel the hot, thick jets of his seed erupting deep inside you, fillinf your womb with wave after wave of searing heat.
yuma didn’t pull away. instead, he collapsed onto your back, his heavy chest pressing you further into the mattress, his heart hammering wildly against your shoulder blades.
he stayed buried deep within you, the two of you twitching in the aftershocks of the climax, the silence of the room returning, filled only by the sound of your synchronized, ragged breathing.
slowly, yuma shifted, sliding his head up to press a lingering, tender kiss to the nape of your neck. his lips were soft, his breath warm and smelling of sleep and intimacy.
“you’re so perfect,” he whispered, his voice a raspy, affectionate murmur that vibrated against your skin. “i love how you feel, lovie… could stay here forever.”
you turned you head slightly, your voice small and breathy, still hazy from the pleasure. “yuu… don’t move, please.”
he chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest and into your back. he began to pepper tiny, sweet kisses across your shoulder and the curve of your cheek, his touch light and adoring.
“promise i’m not going anywhere, pretty,” he breathed, his arm sliding around your waist to pull you even closer, keeping your bodies fused together.
he continued to whisper sweet, mindless things—promises of a future, praises of your beauty, declaring his undying love—while he slowly began to withdraw, the wet, sliding sound of his cock leaving your pussy marking the end of the act, though he kept you wrapped in his arms, cocooned in the warmth of the duvet and his pretty girlfriend.
nichojoo threesome but its just nico making you and euijoo fuck while you guys wear his clothing pieces to take photos for his portfolio, nico writing weno in both euijoo's neck and yours, him gently stripping you just for him to "get better pictures" until you are basically just wearing the pretty black headwear while riding euijoo, the soft fabric is just enough to cover your chest while you bounce on euijoo's cock and the last picture in nico's camera roll is your face covered with his cum "smile for the camera baby, you look perfect just like that"
| warning: explicit descriptions of biting and blood, if ur uncomfy with that pls scroll away.
“Jo..” your voice was small and hesitant. “Are you sure about this? I would never want to hurt you.” You feel guilty even though you haven’t bitten him yet.
You haven’t fed in ages, not even from an animal, and Jo, your mate, has offered himself to you. Blood feeding from your mate has always been an intimate yet dangerous ritual for the non vampire partner. It has been said that the blood from a vampire’s mate can make the vampire stronger than anyone else who hasn’t fed from their mate.
Many stories from different covens have said some vampires have murdered their mate just to be more powerful than anyone else. And you, who haven’t even bared your fangs to any human or other creature, you were scared to hurt Jo. You would rather starve than hurt him, or anyone.
“Please.. bite.” Jo pleads as if he’s the one who’s hungry, he bares his neck towards you and looks at you with his eyes begging you to just sink your teeth into his neck.
Your eyes turn red as you hear his blood coursing in his veins, you almost bite him but you stop yourself, instead you place your finger underneath his chin and make him face you once more. You look into his eyes and see the faint color of emerald green eyes that belong to his wolf form. Jo was most certainly a wolf but right now he more closely resembles a puppy who is waiting for his owner’s approval.
You softly smile at his expression and kiss him passionately on the lips. The kiss was slow yet full of passion, Jo almost kissed back desperately, chasing your lips as if he was afraid you would pull away from him. You softly trail your kisses away from his lips down to his jaws, taking your time with each kiss to his jugular.
You take your time placing a hickey on his thyroid, he lets out a small moan as you suck the skin. You smirk before the mark you made then you went back to his jugular. You hear his heart beat pick up as you get closer, you lightly bit it teasingly as Jo lets out a whimper.
“ready?” You ask, your breath hitting his warm skin, and Jo nods, desperately.
You blow a breath into his skin before baring your fangs and sinking it into Jo’s jugular. The bite makes him from his pleasure and pain as he feels your fangs deep beneath his skin. He feels your tongue occasionally licking up blood that leaked from the puncture.
The taste of his blood hits you instantly. It was intoxicatingly and addictively sweet. It took over every bit of your sense. You couldn’t get over it. Jo’s warm and sweet blood filled your tongue, you feel it down to your throat.
Even though your ears felt muffled you could still hear his whimpers from how you were feeding from him. You place your hand to the side of his face, stroking it in comfort.
5 minutes has passed and you feel your senses heighten, your ability dancing through your fingers, you have never felt this powerful before but your main focus was Jo. Slowly you retract your fangs from his neck, and kiss the wound close as you pull away from his neck. You place one last kiss before looking back to his face once more.
Jo was drifting in and out of his consciousness. His eyes, half lidded, as he looks at you. He finally feels the after fatigue of the feeding. He felt dizzy and tired even though all he did was sit while having you on top of him.
“I love you.” Jo says with all of the strength he has left.
You found his post feeding state adorable, so pliant and vulnerable. Petting his head lightly as you go down to kiss him. Once your lips touches his, Jo can still taste the faint copper from your lips but nonetheless he kisses you back with all the strength he can muster up.
You break off the kiss, which the wolf whines in response but when he felt your hands petting him and stroking him once more he surrenders to your touch and leans into it, too tired to actually complain and demand more kisses.
“Thank you Jo,” you whisper to him. “Your blood is amazing yet it doesn’t compare to your kisses.” You smile at the now sleeping boy underneath you.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ your friend ghosted you for months, leaving your messages on delivered.
tags ⸝⸝ x reader, nico ghosting you, make up sex, cream pie, overstimulation, rough sex, crying, slightly angsty(?), headlock, edging, fingering, whiny weno, little bit mean weno, dub-con at first.
it’d been days, no weeks, no more like months. your inbox dryer than you could tolerate, messages opened, some left on read.
others that you couldn’t bother to look at— even if you were lonely, some people you just didn’t care for.
it was that dreading, gut-wrenching feeling that nauseated you every time you opened social media. hating to glance at your pinned dm.
you had been active on social media ever since you could remember, mostly lurking around, never interacting much with anyone. that was until you spoke to nicholas. he shared all the same hobbies as you, passions aligned so perfectly you thought it was impossible.
you talked daily, long texts that you replied to. rants about life, interests, whatever came to your mind you’d pour it out to him. he’d reply with just as much spirit, it felt as if you two shared a heart.
then it all just stopped.
he didn’t text back, didn’t open your messages, left you with your thoughts— questions of what you said, what you did wrong. you didn't get closure, the thirst to know why exactly he ghosted you. it ate at you day by day, until all that was left was your unrequited rotted heart.
some days passed painfully slow— others passed as if they never happened. every unoccupied moment your finger swiped the notifications hub.
radio silence.
the only notifications are from your stupid instagram channels. the ones where celebrities spat random words at you all day. the kind of stuff where you questioned why you even stayed in them.
this continued, it never really stopped, lingering in the back of your mind— fingers swiping like a second nature. heart paining with every repetition, yet you were met with cob webs.
that was until today, you were just about to fall asleep. fingers mindlessly scrolling through your feed, barely getting at what any video meant. it was that kind of exhaustion that hit your mind more than your eyes, not processing much information but watching it happen. random asmr videos, mukbangs, edits, etc.
just as your eyes were fluttering shut, a bright notification lit your groggy face, a glow that covered your face in soft white rays. just enough emitted light to catch your fading attention.
1 new notification from *w_h_y_weno*
the familiar heart drop, in the way that made a pit form in your stomach, a sickening experience.
it wasn’t exactly in that overjoyed way you always imagined, you thought it’d be like floating in the clouds— but instead it was… dread, disgust, a wave of disappointment and sadness all mixed into one vile sensation.
your eyes scanned the messages, the texts that never addressed his absence. just continued the conversation as if it was never paused.
you sat up, posture slouched so horrendous it looked like a monster was occupying your body. your mind that was once in half a slumber suddenly jolted awake, reading his words, every short text that made your head spin. the texts didn’t stop, they piled like bricks that were too heavy to be moved.
17 texts, exactly in the same joking manner he always replied with, you never opened the chat— no you couldn’t give him the satisfaction of having you on a leash. you read the previews, wrapping your head around just how he could pull this on you, and yet no apology, no explanation, just the same jokes and memes he’d always spat.
you sat on those texts for exactly 23 hours, leaving 1 hour as if it meant you were superior— as if you didn’t really care all that much. but you did, you replayed his texts every second you could, while cooking, cleaning, washing up. forming a response— yet you weren’t exactly sure how to reply, mad? no right— he was far too kind to receive anger. but it’s truly what you felt deep down.
you did everything to clear your head, even replying to useless emails at your favorite coffee shop throughout the day, every free minute you used to form what exactly you’d say back at him.
when you arrived home, you threw the crossbody bag to the side. stumbling to the shower, heart heavy— wild thoughts intoxicated your every move, it was as if you were watching yourself in third person, you washed your body, but it didn’t feel like yourself, more as if you were on autopilot.
when your body hit the mattress it sparked something in you, cold breeze blowing over your wet hair, goosebumps that prickled with every breath. you opened the texts, reading every word with a delicate smile. fingers hovering to reply— but before you did you opened his story, clicking on the icon, his delicate face meeting yours.
or so you thought it would— your eyes met with the most breathtaking, thirst photo. the kind where his bare torso was on full display, rather than his sharp face. it felt like everything paused, ears ringing, eyes widening, skin losing that natural warm color to it.
then you texted back— you couldn’t recall much of what you said, just a lot of different words vomited into a sentence, with an even longer rant, summarized into a “what the fuck about you ghosting me?”
his response wasn’t straightforward, didn’t truly address anything. maybea uncomplicated apology at best, ending with an “i’ll be over soon.”
it was 3 a.m. what did he mean by “be over soon.”? it boiled your blood— a rush of bitterness and frustration that made everything feel so real.
setting your phone down. heart still pounding through your chest, head fuzzy, the soft embrace of your bed made your body melt into the plush cushions, silky sheets wrapped around you— forming your own little silent cocoon.
the sound of cars passing, the gentle hum of your fridge, a tranquil sanctuary that took your once unsteady thoughts into a deep rest. yet it was so violently interrupted.
loud banging— the deafening kind of loud that only came with someone who gravely needed you. your warm body rolling under the soft fabric that embraced you. now, only the warmth lingered, feeling the chilliness hit you, feet planted on the cold wooden floors.
a long swoosh, frigid outdoor air hitting you heated pink cheeks, fingers tightening around the long sleeves of your pajamas.
your nose picked up on the familiar scent, smoky notes of his cologne— the scent you could never really put a finger on the right way to explain it— musky yet refreshing, smoky with hints of clean cotton. than it hit— the gagging scent of cigarettes, not just a faint note that drifted in an intoxicating wave. it was fully slapping you in the face.
his eyes glare down at you— his dark hair, sharp eyes, body towering over you— in a way that made you feel too small in your own skin. his heavy breath beat down on you, cold air that followed his uninvited self into your apartment. “nico?” slamming the door behind him. “you show up now?” your head was heated, blood rushing through your hot veins. your name on his lips, yet not a peep. he tug at your arm, pulling you into your once peaceful room.
pushing your back into the bed, hands spamming your thighs— spreading them apart. your face froze, knowing all too well what was happening.
your were exactly fond of this reunion. your body squirmed under him, trying to break free of his grasp— but to no avail. “i'm sorry—” he rapsed, deep, his fingers hooked around your shorts. pulling them in a sharp motion. revealing your bare hips to him.
a smirk tugged at the corner of his dried lips, burying his body between your legs, his large hoodie covered in rain droplets now pressed deeply against your calves.
his jewelry rattling in your ears, deep huffs. nicholas’s cold finger tips pressed to your clit, circling around it, gliding along your wet folds. loving the way you tremble under his touch, watching as you crumble under him— your once reluctant words now breaking.
his fingers that circled your clit slip into your dripping heat, 3 fingers mercilessly shoved into you, rewarded by a long cry. his cold silver rings send mixed shivers down your spine, a heated pool fills your back, the sensitive nerves numbing along your thighs.
his pace was steady, gentle pumps that stretched every tight inch of you, a deep roll into you, his long fingers curling against your walls, pressing into your sensitive spot. he loved watching as your body squirm beneath him, hips jerking, eyes rolling back into your head. moans that shake out of your parted lips, the pleasure that builds with every slick touch.
he was restless, a long painful pull-out, his sticky fingers now brought to his mouth— tasting your unreleased wetness, his dark eyes glaring back at you.
your chest rising and falling in rapid motions, legs still shaking, your orgams cruelly ripped away— the lack of made your brain fog. eyes slowly focusing back onto his, the way he hungrily watched you— tongue lapping at the slick fingers.
he had been dead silent, never a hush, not a peep, not a whispered word that reassured you.
he flip you around in a quick spin, the kind that makes your vision circle for seconds. your head buried in the mattress for an instant, the zip of his baggy jeans, again no warning— his thick tip pressing into you, a deep grunt, and his cock pounding into you. no prep— no time to adjust— just a dry pump.
a cry ripped from your throat, barely muffled into the lush mattress. followed by his forearm to your sweaty neck, wrapping his scarred arm around your neck.
his hips pounding every vacant inch full, his veins grinding against your slick walls, tip pushing into your guts— twisting them in pleasure.
your ears perked at the sound, muffled by the wet skin slapping was gentle sniffles, trembling whimpers that sounded full of sorrow rather than arousal. “nico?” gasping against his arm, nails clawing against his forearm— tone wary. he didn’t answer, your neck restricted by his hold— just listening to his soft sobs and whimpers as he fills your tight hole with every inch he could.
merciless, relentless ruts that crazed your thoughts. tight squeezes against your neck, hitting the last bits of air out of your lungs, his arm pulling your back into a painful arch— a deep breath trembles out of his lips, pushing his chest to your back.
letting his whimper flood your brain. “i’m sorry . . . i’m so sorry for leaving you for so long.” he whine into you, with every word he hit right into your spot, with a perfect amount of pressure around your neck that made your mind erase everything you once resented him for. it felt like the stupidest way to apologize— yet you had to admit that maybe the dick was that good.
his voice low, groans and growls that hiccuped after each whine and whimper. his tip slamming into your cervix, veins that throbbed against your walls.
you couldn’t form a word, messy cries that sounded like a foreign language. your teeth clamp down over his scarred arm, saliva dripping from your swollen lips.
eyes stinging, water welling in the corners, glassy tears that soon covered your face. your stomach tightened, legs losing their strength, knees buckling— only his choke hold carried your weight.
it all blurred, his rhythm messily collapsing in one last clumsy thrust. his cock twitches— filling you with warm ropes of cum. his body limp against yours, letting your walls flutter around him. mixing your arousal— vision blurring your room together into on abstract painting. his heavy breath hitting your sweaty neck, the heat of him burning against your skin.
he bring his free hand to your head, combing his fingers through your soft hair. placing soft peppered kisses on your wet cheeks. dissolving into your pleasure.
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for someone like taki where being touchy is natural for him. half the time, he doesn't even realize how much he's touching you. your hands are almost always in his as he's rubbing slow circles over your knuckles, fidgeting with the rings on your fingers, completely lost in whatever he's doing.
he loves trailing behind you, endlessly curious about everything you do. being close to you is his favorite place to be. and in his mind, your personal space belongs to both of you.
when taki finds you lazing around on your phone, he'll settle in the same way. his head ends up resting on your stomach as he looks up at you with those big, soft puppy eyes, silently asking for head scratches. he melts when you cuddle him, fingers running through his hair until his eyes flutter shut, completely at peace.
taki is so eager to be around you, practically bouncing off walls. you can't help yourself but visualize him as an overgrown puppy. you giggle to yourself earning a head tilt from him, proving your theory. when you tell him of your thoughts, he leans closer with a cheeky grin and puts your hand to the top of his head, telling you to treat him like one instead.
he craves your touch. always waiting for it, always hoping for a hug or a kiss. if you ever forget his morning kiss, he'll linger around you with his lips already pursed, ready and waiting to be kissed twice: one for the morning kiss and another for the almost-missed kiss.
what he hates most is when he's off work and you're stuck doing your own. all he wants is to curl up with you and tell you about his day. he'd pull you away from your desk and onto his lap on the couch. doesn't matter how busy you are.
taki wraps his arms around your waist, tucking his face into your shoulder, and starts telling you everything about his day, peppering your shoulder with soft, absent kisses the whole time. it doesn't matter if you only reply with hums. as long as you're close to him, he's pleased. 𖹭
