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fuma fuck u and fuck me please !! <3
wang yixiang ✶ unprotected sex creampie a hint of breeding kink cervix fucking headlock reader is in a subspace dumbification begging dirty talk minor daddy kink pronebone
› notes . no but this one... had me thinking and drooling and screaming like bro i need this ok not even funny anymore.
nicholas gripped your hips with bruising force, pinning you flat against the mattress in a deep pronebone.
your chest was smushed against the sheets, your ass hiked high in the air, offering him a perfect, unobstructed view of your soaking wet heat. he didn’t wast a second, driving his thick cock forward in one heavy, relentless thrust that buried him to the hilt.
the impact knocked the breath out of you, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as he bottomed out, hitting your cervix with a blunt, satisfying thud. he didn’t pull back far, keeping the friction constant, sliding out just enough to tease the entrance before slamming back in, over and over.
“that’s it, baby,” nicholas whispered, his voice a low, gravelly rumble right against your ear. “just take it all. you’re such a good little slut for me, aren’t you? just a mindless fucking hole.”
the intensity of the penetration was overwhelming. every deep, rhythmic plunge sent sparks through your brain, scrubbing away every coherent thought. you felt your mind slipping, the world narrowing down to the sensation of his cock stretching you open and the heat of his body pressing against your back.
the necklace makes everything worse…
WHAT
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀LIMONCELLO ─── '重田美琉愛'
shigeta harua x reader word count ⸝⸝ 4k content warning ⸝⸝ fairy!Harua, human!reader, afab reader, implied customizable fairy dick via sexual essence, exhibitionism, fingering, unprotected sex, p in v. silke's notes ⸝⸝ i started this idea a while back as a drabble but i felt like i needed to add more to it bc fairy rua is just so dear to me! i initially started writing this for sabby but then i got high off that rua pill ill stop rambling pls enjoy! (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.゚
They had always warned you not to wander around near the forest. ‘It is dangerous’ a villager would tell you, ‘Many monsters lurk around,’ and ‘Whoever goes in never comes back out,’ another would exclaim yet every time you looked toward it—you found yourself doubting their words.
How could something so beautiful be dangerous?
˚ ﹒ ૮ ⠀🩸⠀⠀&team reacting you with sh problems (hyung line)
cw: descriptions of cuts, extremely sensitive content, PURE ANGST . wc: 2k
a/n: if you are experiencing similar problems, please ask for help; you don't have to deal with this alone. And also don't read this if this theme triggers you! please prioritize your physical and mental health. ♡
BYUN EUIJOO:
Euijoo loved seeing you after practice, always going to your apartment for a small visit and often even sleeping over, and that day was no different. He had arrived at your apartment and rang the doorbell. But you didn't answer. He knocked on the door a few times and again got no response. For a moment, he even thought you might not be home, but he knew you, knew how much you hated going out late at night and always waited for him with open arms. Euijoo was and always had been a cautious man, so when he saw that you weren't answering, he decided to use the spare key you had given him for emergencies. He had never used the key before, there would have been no reason to, but he couldn't help but feel worried.
As soon as he entered the apartment, he immediately found it strange. Everything was dark, windows and doors closed, and worst of all, a silence that cut through the air like glass. He walked through the apartment calling your name, but you didn't answer. As he reached your bedroom door, he knocked a few times. Maybe you were sleeping and he was worrying for nothing, but an intuition told Euijoo otherwise—and he knew very well that you didn't sleep until he got home. When you didn't answer him again, he became even more worried. His knocking became more frantic, and his voice calling your name did too.
"Love... please open the door, I know you're in there."
A small silence stretched, but was soon broken by the click of the doorknob opening. When Euijoo laid eyes on you, his heart sank. You were there, with teary eyes and bandages on your right arm. He knew what had happened, and damn, he really knew.
The silence that stretched was uncomfortable.
"Juju... I-" before you could even say anything, you were interrupted by Euijoo's arms around your body. Now tears rolled from his eyes and yours. You stayed like that for a while, no one knows how long, it could have been minutes, seconds, or even hours.
"Forgive me. Forgive me for not being here with you, my love," Euijoo began to speak amidst sobs.
"Tell me how I can do to help you? Please, I don't want to see you like this, it hurts so much. Just tell me, I'll do anything you want, anything at all. Just promise me you'll never do this to yourself again."
His voice now sounded like cutting glass. You couldn't answer, your only reaction now was to cry and cry a lot.
After a while of hugging, you pulled away first.
"Juju," Your voice came out shaky and almost a whisper. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, it's just that so much has been happening lately, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I-" before you could finish speaking, Euijoo interrupted you.
"No. Don't apologize, please, it's not your fault and it never will be, my love, never say that again. But tell me, what's been happening? I need you to tell me."
Then you spent the last hours of the night in each other's arms, with Euijoo listening patiently while you both still cried a little.
MURATA FUMA:
Fuma was on his way to the dormitory when he received a message from you, it didn't say much, just "Come to my apartment." I need you." At first, Fuma found it strange; you never sent messages like that, so of course, he immediately got worried and asked the manager to take him to your house. The journey took 10 minutes, which for Fuma felt like an eternity; he wanted to see you, he wanted to know what had happened.
As soon as he reached the door of his apartment, he didn't even bother to knock; he just entered the code and stepped inside his home. The silence that was there was deafening. I mean, you were a couple of silence, especially you, but something in the atmosphere made everything feel heavier.
Fuma went straight to your room and again, when he got there, he didn't bother knocking and just walked in without warning, which startled you. The scene that followed was terrifying, there you were with both arms covered in blood, which paralyzed Fuma as he slowly approached you, looking at your wounds. Unconsciously, tears began to roll down his eyes as he crouched down beside you to be at your height. He said nothing, just brought your bodies closer and gave you a tight hug.
That made you break down, crying profusely on his shoulder.
After a while, Fuma separated from you and headed toward the bathroom, grabbing the first aid kit. He didn't say anything, nor did you. He didn't need to, his silence and care in doing it already said everything.
Koga Yudai:
When you started dating K, you shared your journey of trying to stop self-harming, and of course, he always gave you as much support as possible. Sometimes he even offered to pay for your therapy sessions, and you really admired that. How K protected you, took care of you, and worried about you.
But now, it seemed like all his effort had been in vain; you had cut yourself again, after months of being clean, months of taking care of yourself to prevent this from happening, only for a simple inconvenience to ruin everything. You couldn't let K see that, even knowing he wouldn't scold you for doing it, your guilt always spoke louder, so when he arrived at your apartment that nite, you were wearing a jacket and sweatpants.
When he saw that, he immediately found it strange. It was summer in Japan, no one wore a coat at that time. So, he immediately realized, you had done that. K approached slowly, sitting beside you, initially just stroking your hair while a movie played on TV, but suddenly he stopped.
"My dear"—his voice came out trembling, tears threatening to fall.—"Tell me, did you do?"
His heart raced, he had noticed, of course he had. K was an observant man, always noticing everything that happened around him, especially what happened with you.
Even before trying to speak, tears began to fall from your face, you couldn't respond to that, it seemed too shameful to admit it out loud.
When he saw you crying, he immediately pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly in an embrace while your tears soaked his shoulder.
"K…I'm s-sorry… I didn'tmean to, I really didn't mean to… please don't be mad to me," you said between sobs, the tremor in your voice was noticeable.
Yudai pulled you away for a moment, just enough to look into your eyes.
"My dear... don't apologize, you are not to blame. Tell me, what happened? You can tell me, I'll understand. "I'm not angry, I would never be," he said with a calm voice, reassuring you.
So, you started to sing about what happened while he listened to you, the concern in his eyes was noticeable. After you finished speaking, he pulled you into another hug, whispering sweet words as you finished crying.
Wang Yixiang:
Nicholas had arrived earlier at your apartment, he never knocked on the door. He liked to make surprises, he liked to see your face light up and your smile as soon as he walked thru the door with a bouquet for you in one hand and sweets in the other. This was common between you, so that day was no different.
As soon as he entered your apartment, he could feel the heavy atmosphere; you weren't in the living room, and the apartment was a mess. That was strange; you had always been the most organized person Nicholas knew. So, seeing that, he immediately became worried, his mind racing thru a thousand horrible and different scenarios as he approached your room.
The bouquet and sweets were now set aside on the kitchen table.
Before reaching his room, he saw the bathroom door ajar and some sobs coming from inside. He didn't waste any time and opened the door completely, revealing her figure with a blade in her hand and deep, open cuts. Nicholas immediately froze. His expression now completely closing off as you tried to explain yourself to him, but he wasn't listening. What Nicholas felt now was a mix of emotions; while he was worried about you, he felt anger. Not anger at you, anger at himself, for not arriving earlier, for not noticing sooner, for not talking to you before. Before his thoughts and emotions took over, he gave you a hug while crying on your shoulder. It was the first time you saw him crying like that.
"F-forgive me, my love," he said between sobs, "I-I should have realized it earlier, please forgive me." His voice was now trembling, but he immediately pulled away from the embrace.
Now you found yourself sitting under the sink while he took care of your cuts. Nicholas did this with such care, afraid of hurting you even more, when he finished, he picked you up in his arms, as if you were a princess, and took you to your room, laying you down with the utmost gentleness.
Now a silence stretched out, it was uncomfortable and almost cutting.
"Nicho... I-" you started to say but he interrupted you.
"It's all right. We don't need to talk about it if you don't want to"
You smiled, pulling him to lie down beside you. None of you exchanged a single word, just snuggled up waiting for sleep to come.
Nakakita Yuma:
You didn't want to do this, of course, but your week had been so exhausting, your boss bothering you at work, fights with your parents even tho you didn't live with them anymore. So, when Yuma went out to buy some things for dinner that you would have asked for, that moment seemed like the perfect opportunity to cut yourself.
You quickly went to the bathroom and grabbed one of the blades you kept there, even tho you swore to get rid of them every day. So you ran it once, it wasn't enough. The memories of the fights with your parents and the harassment from your boss at work still lingered in your mind. So you went over it again, and then two more times until you got a cut deep enough to distract your mind from that week and focus on the fresh cut.
Everything was perfect, you just needed to take care of that now, but when you turned to the door, Yuma was there. He had seen everything, or almost everything. His eyes were filled with tears, some spilling and wetting his face.
"Yuma, calm down, it's not that-" you tried to say but couldn't, your voice trembling and tears already streaming down your face.
"My love, look at me…" Yuma said in a calm voice.
But you couldn't look at him, not now. The shame and fear of being caught doing this by your own boyfriend consumed you.
Yuma sat you on the toilet while he looked for the first aid kit, and when he found it, he approached you. He waited for a confirmation that he could take care of your cuts after you gave a slight nod.
While he was cleaning, he started talking to you.
"Do you want to tell me why?" he said calmly while pressing the gauze on the deep cut.
You nodded slightly in a no, your shame was still great, you didn't have the courage to talk to him about it, not now.
After a long time, he finished taking care of the cuts. When he did this, he immediately pulled her into a hug while giving small kisses on her wet face.
You moved away first, now looking into his eyes.
"Aren't you mad at me?" you asked insecurely.
"I would never get angry with you, my love," he said, intertwining their hands.
"Really?"
"Yes. Absolutely. It's not your fault, it's okay, I understand you. I'm not angry."
When he said that, you allowed yourself to let out a long sigh and pull him into a hug.
"I love you," you whispered.
"I love you more, honey," he said, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
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ꨄ︎ warnings : cursing, arguing, maki is pretty mean, crying, skinship, kissing, lowercase intended
ꨄ︎ word count : 1.1k
ꨄ︎ author’s note : for this ask! this was pretty difficult to write, i hate arguments 😖 i pray that it’s sad enough.. all support is appreciated! hope u enjoy 🪽
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CLINGYBF!NICO HC. ( NICHOLAS WANG )
life with clingybf!nico…
❝ ( アンドチーム ) . nicholas wang x fem!reader | 471 words. | domestic fluff, slice of life, established relationship, cuddling, neck kisses, soft!nico
• clingybf!nico is like a human-sized koala when it comes to sleeping. no matter how much you try to create space for yourself, he always ends up snuggling close to you, wrapping his arms around you tightly, and burying his face in the crook of your neck. it's adorable yet slightly suffocating at times, but you can't help but find comfort in his warmth.
• clingybf!nico who’s face you often wake up to find inches away from yours, his eyelashes fluttering softly against his cheeks as he sleeps peacefully. despite the urge to escape his clinginess, you can't help but smile at how adorable he looks in those moments, and you end up pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead before reluctantly extricating yourself from his embrace.
• mornings with clingybf!nico are always a struggle, especially when you have to get ready for work. no matter how many times you try to sneak out of bed quietly, he somehow senses your movement and immediately tightens his hold around you, refusing to let you go. his puppy-dog eyes and pouty lips make it nearly impossible to resist, but you know you have responsibilities to attend to.
• clingybf!nico who on particularly stubborn mornings refuses to let you get out of bed, he resorts to using his secret weapon: neck kisses. he peppers soft kisses along the sensitive skin of your neck, trailing down to your collarbone, effectively distracting you from your impending departure. it's a tactic he knows all too well, and one that never fails to make you melt into his embrace.
• clingybf!nico who’s clinginess extends beyond just the bedroom. whether you're cooking in the kitchen, watching tv on the couch, or even just walking around the house, he always finds a way to be by your side, his hand intertwined with yours or his arm draped over your shoulder. it's both endearing and slightly overwhelming, but you wouldn't have it any other way.
• clingybf!nico who knows whenever you're feeling stressed or anxious, is always there to provide comfort and support. he wraps you in his arms, pressing soothing kisses to your forehead as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear. his presence alone is enough to calm your racing thoughts and ease your worries, reminding you that you're never alone in this journey called life.
nico may be clingy, but he's also fiercely protective of you. he always puts your needs and well-being above his own, standing up for you in any situation and making sure you feel loved and cherished every single day. with him by your side, you feel like you can conquer the world, knowing that you have your own personal cheerleader cheering you on every step of the way.
closed.
blow.
in which you and your boyfriend, euijoo, get into a fight and you try to win the best way you know how. or - the one where you give euijoo the best head of his life. wc: 3k | notes: smut (don't like it? don't read it), some brief arguing, blow job, pussy eating, raw sex, euijoo gets rough and dominant, daddy kink, minors do not interact!
Euijoo never yelled. What he did was much worse. He cut you to pieces in the calmest, coldest voice you'd ever heard.
"Just because I handle things differently, doesn't mean I'm wrong," he snapped, striding across the living room to grab his jacket.
You were right on his tail, determined to win this argument if it killed you. "I'm just trying to make your life easier," you countered, putting your hands on your hips.
Euijoo whipped around, his tone dropping, and leered over you. "No," he said slowly. "You're trying to control me."
You opened your mouth to deny it, but Euijoo didn't give you the chance.
"And I'm not with you to make my life easier. Believe me. You are the hardest job I've ever had."
— starving (18+) | byun euijoo
synopsis | your boyfriend has quite the appetite after his practice ends early.
details | boyfriend!euijoo x female!reader, idol au, detailed and frequent descriptions of food/cooking, 18+ SMUT MINORS DNI, oral (f rec.), established relationship, reader is shy, body worship, slight body description (curves, plush, etc.), tit kisser!wiju, biting and marking, burnt the garlic, soft dom!juju, lowercase intended, cursing
wc | 3k
from the author | im gonna eat him next... 1/3 wishes granted for @andrabunica
seeing as u wrote for hybrid taki, what are ur thoughts on kitty hybrid yuma or bunny hybrid harua???
kitty!yu and bunny!rua don't get along unless it comes to breaking you~
【 18+ 】 tw ──── hybrid!yuma & harua . . both r mean doms, mentions of barbed cock, rough sex, they are MEANNNNN, degrading, mouth fucking, unprotected p in v, dacryphilia, double penetration. don't copy/translate my work. i only write on tumblr.
when you adopted kitty!yuma and bunny!harua, you expected them to not get along. one was a predator and another was prey. you expected bickering, hissing, chasing, maybe even an occasional nip or bite. yuma’s sharp teeth nipping at harua's floppy ears when the bunny got too close to his favorite sunbeam, or harua thumping his foot in warning whenever yuma’s tail swished too close.
but when it came to you?
they became a perfectly synchronized team. yuma knelt in front of you, one clawed hand tangled gently in your hair as he guided his thick, barbed cock past your lips. the tiny ridges along his length dragged deliciously against your tongue, making you moan around him.
behind you stood, harua who was pressed close, his soft hands gripping your hips with surprising strength for such a timid bunny. fucking into you with fast, frantic, and relentless thrusts. hips snapping forward in rapid, deep strokes that drove you violently forward onto yuma’s cock.
yuma lets out a light laugh, tightening his grip in your hair and thrusting shallowly into your mouth to match harua's ruthless rhythm. “pathetic. our sweet owner turns into such a messy cocksleeve the second we use her."
harua's breathy laugh followed right after, high and mocking as his floppy ears bouncing wildly with every brutal snap of his hips. “hear that? even yuma thinks you’re pathetic. look at you—gagging and drooling all over his cock while i breed your sloppy little hole.” his cotton tail puffed up aggressively, one hand leaving your hip just long enough to deliver a sharp slap to your ass.
“such a greedy cunt. sucking me in like it’s starving for bunny cock. you love getting used like this, don’t you? getting fucked stupid between your two hybrids,” harua mocked, slamming in particularly hard, grinding deep for a second before resuming the brutal, rapid thrusts that forced you further down yuma’s length.
yuma smirked down at you, golden brown eyes gleaming with cruel amusement as he watched tears streak your cheeks. he gave a slow, deliberate thrust, letting the barbs of his fat cock catch on your lips.
“look at that face,” yuma purred, voice low and mocking. “all teary and fucked-out already. our big, strong owner reduced to a drooling mess in under five minutes. how cute.” he tightened his fingers in your hair, pulling you forward just enough to force another inch down your throat.
“come on, pretty. choke on it properly. i wanna to feel yer throat squeeze every time rua slams into that sloppy pussy. that’s all you’re good for tonight—a warm, wet hole for your hybrids to use. thats why you got us, huh? so you could get fucked stupid every night?”
harua moaned in agreement, slapping your ass sharply again as his hips snapped even faster. “she’s squeezing me so fucking tight when you talk to her like that. keep going, yu.”
you trembled helplessly between your mean predator and your even meaner prey, body buzzing and fat tears wetting your cheeks
they didn’t always get along.
but when it came to breaking you together?
they could stand each other for a little while.
© smidare 2026 ♥︎ likes & reposts r appreciated!
who's a good kitty? ⌞yuma x reader⌝
smut, dubcon, forced submission, overstimulation (m rec), p in v, unprotected sex (do not), cumming inside (big no), pet names, mention of biting, scratching, hair pulling, mean switch!yuma, brief choking, kissing, cursing, slight begging, crying, cockwarming, lowercase intentional. (lmk if i missed any! also not proofread there may be some mistakes)
wc: 3.2k
he's the kind of guy who acts untouchable in public – sharp tongue, lazy grin, always picking fights just because he likes seeing people react. but behind closed doors he's unbearably clingy in the most irritating way imaginable.
he follows you around your apartment barefoot at ungodly hours, steals your clothes because they "smell right," sprawls across your bed like he owns it, and gets dramatically whiny whenever you stop paying attention to him for longer than 5 minutes.
the cat resemblance isnt even intentional. its in the way he prowls around when hes annoyed, the way his pupils blow wide when hes worked up, the rough affection hidden beneath all the biting sarcasm. he loves provoking you – cornering you against counters, grabbing your jaw too hard just to watch you glare at him, teasing you until you snap.
but the second you actually challenge him back, he gets reckless.
one night after a particularly nasty fight at a party, he dragged you out to his car in the pouring rain, still furious, still running his mouth – except now every insult comes out breathless, every harsh touch desperate underneath all the attitude.
he acts dominant, rough even, but the second you grab him by the hair or pin him down for once, the composure cracks instantly. suddenly he's whining through gritted teeth, frustrated at how badly he likes losing control when its you.
rain hammered against the windsheild hard enough to drown out half of the things he was saying, but not the way his voice kept cracking at the edges.
he was still pacing himself through the argument like he had something left to prove. one hand dragging through his soaked dark hair, the other braced against the roof of the car while he glared down at you from the open passenger door.
"you always do that," he snapped. "you sit there looking at me like you've already figured me out."
you leaned back against the seat, unimpressed. "maybe because you're predictable."
that hit harder than it shouldve.
his jaw tightened instantly. he slammed the door shut, circled the car, and climbed into the drivers seat with enough force to rock the whole thing. water dripped from the ends of his sleeves, his hair, and the sharp line of his nose while he stared forward in silence.
then he laughed once – dry, irritated.
"predictable," he muttered. "that’s cute."
but he wouldnt look at you anymore.
the tension inside the car thickened, heavy and humid from the rain and his anger. you could practically feel him vibrating beside you, restless in the same way he always got when something slipped under his skin too deep.
"you done throwing a tantrum?" you asked.
his head snapped towards you instantly, pupils blown wide despite the dim lighting.
"say that again."
you did.
and suddenly he was moving.
fast.
his hand caught your jaw roughly, shoving you back against the seat as he crowded into your space. "you think you're funny?" he hissed, though the anger sounded thinner now – fraying apart into something messier
you could feel it in the way his grip kept tightening and loosening, like he couldnt decide what he wanted.
so you grabbed him first this time.
a fist in his wet hair and a hard pull backward.
the reaction was instant.
his breath broke clean in half.
every ounce of attitude vanished from his face for one exposed second before he covered it with another glare, another nasty look that didnt quite land when he was already trembling under your hand.
"there," you murmured. "that’s the look."
"shut up."
but it came out strained.
you pulled his head back again, slower this time, watching the way his lips parted despite himself. the sound he made after was quiet and frustrated, like he hated how easily his body betrayed him.
his forehead dropped against your shoulder with a sharp exhale.
"you're insufferable." he muttered.
"and you like it."
he went still.
then his fingers curled into your clothes, grip almost desperate now, and he laughed again – softer this time, exhausted around the edges.
"yeah," he admitted bitterly. "and that's the problem."
he sat back into his seat. "buckle up."
the drive back was unbearable. not because either of you were talking – neither of you said a word after that, but because the silence felt too alive now, thick with everything left unfinished between you.
he drove with one hand locked around the steering wheel hard enough for his knuckles to pale, the other resting near the gearshift where your knee brushed against it everytime he turned a corner too sharp. each touch seemed to make him tense all over again.
rain streaked across the windows in blurred lines, streetlights flashing gold across his face for seconds at a time.
you caught him staring more than once and every single time, he looked away first.
it was irritating how obvious he became when he lost composure. the constant jaw clenching, the restless shifting in his seat, the way he kept dragging his tongue across his teeth like he was trying to hold himself together through sheer force alone.
by the third light, he finally muttered, "you're doing that on purpose."
"doing what?"
"that." his voice came rough. "looking at me like that."
you smiled faintly. "you're nervous."
that earned you a filthy glare.
but beneath it was something worse – heat, frustration, anticipation simmering so visibly it almost made you laugh.
he parked crooked outside the apartment building.
didnt even bother fixing it.
you got out of the passenger seat and slammed the door a little harder than necessary, the cold night air biting at your skin as you turned around towards the tinted window. for a second you expected to see him gripping the steering wheel, jaw tight, already pulling away.
instead, he was already shoving the drivers side door open.
you frowned. "what are you doing?"
he stepped out without answering right away, keys dangling from his fingers, irritation written all over his face.
"staying here tonight," he replied. "im not going to sleep pissed at you."
"thats not necessary," you sighed, folding your arms. "ill text you when you get home."
his eyes narrowed instantly.
"i am home, walk." he hissed, voice low and dangerous.
the word hit like a command more than a request.
you stared at him for half a second before turning towards your apartment building anyway, hearing the car lock behind you followed by his footsteps trailing close to your heels. not rushed, not hesitant, just stubbornly there – like he'd already decided there wasnt a version of tonight where he let you shut him out.
the second the door shut behind you both, the atmosphere changed completely.
it was immediate, like the tension had finally snapped.
he barely got 2 steps inside before grabbing you by the waist and shoving you back against the wall with enough force to rattle the picture frames nearby. his hair still damp from the rain, clothes half soaked, breathing uneven against your throat while he looked at you with that same furious expression he always wore right before losing control.
"you're a menace." he muttered
"you followed me home."
"because you wouldn’t stop provoking me."
"and now?"
his grip tightened.
"now im trying very hard not to bite you."
the answer came too quickly, too honest.
you could actually feel the embarrassment hit him a second later when his ears flushed red beneath the wet strands of hair stuck to his face. he immediately tried to recover with another smug look, another sarcastic comment, but it fell apart the moment you touched his jaw.
there it was.
that shiver.
tiny, involuntary, and impossible to hide.
his eyes narrowed at you like he resented being readable.
"you enjoy this way too much." he said quietly.
"you make it easy."
he laughed under his breath, though it sounded wrecked around the edges now. then he leaned down just enough for his mouth to hover near yours without actually kissing you. teasing, lingering, making the wait feel intentional.
the worst part was that he looked completely ruined already.
all sharp breaths, restless hands, and desperate eyes despite the fact that nothing had even happened yet.
and somehow that only made him more dangerous.
his restraint was the first to snap – not in some dramatic way, no warning, no clever comeback, just the sudden crash of his mouth against yours like he was tired of fighting himself. hot, rough, and desperate – one hand pinned beside your head while the other slid lower against your waist hard enough to leave fingerprints.
he kissed like he argued.
mean at first. all teeth and frustration, every breath tangled with another muttered curse against your lips while the rainwater soaked through your shirt where his body pressed against you.
"you're impossible." he breathed against your mouth.
"and you're still here."
his stare went sharp. he looked as if he was going to lose it any second now but this time, it never came. because the second your fingers slipped into his damp hair, his entire body reacted once again.
another shiver, bigger this time.
his jaw clenched like he hated that you noticed.
"dont." he warned, breath uneven.
you did it again anyway, as if his threats ever stopped you. your fingers tightened in his hair a little rougher this time, tugging his head back just enough to pull a soft, broken whine out of him before he could stop it.
"m–mmh..”
the noise seemed to embarrass him instantly.
his grip on your waist tightened enough to sting while he burried his face into your shoulder like hiding there would somehow erase what you'd just heard. a quiet curse slipped under his breath, shaky and frustrated.
"see?" you whispered. "you like being handled."
"shut it."
his breathing had gone uneven enough now that you could feel it against your skin. it wasnt subtle anymore.
every slow inhale caught somewhere in his chest whenever your hands wandered, like he was trying desperately to stay composed and failing in real time. the smug attitude was slipping away piece by piece, replaced with something far worse – impatience.
his expression shifted into something darker, heavier, before he suddenly caught your wrist and pulled you after him through the apartment he knew far too well now despite not being his.
he stopped just outside your bedroom door. then, with a small tilt of his head, silently signaled for you to go in first.
the gesture alone sent heat curling low in your stomach. you hesitated for half a second anyway, fully aware of what that look in his eyes usually led to.
"move." he muttered under his breath, still ragged from before.
you obeyed.
the door clicked shut behind him a moment later, and by the time you turned around he was already dragging his soaked shirt over his head, damp hair falling into his face as he tossed the fabric into an unknown spot in your room.
and there it was again – that stare.
the one he always had right before crossing a line he'd pretended all night he wouldn't cross.
one moment there was distance between you, the next he had you pressed back into the mattress like he couldn’t stand the space between you for another heartbeat. his urgency wasn’t gentle, it was focused, breathless, like he was barely holding himself together.
he pulled himself so close to you that the heat of his body seeped through the thin fabric of your clothes, his aching length throbbing insistently beneath his grey sweats.
his voice was rough and desperate as he whispered against your lips,
"fuck… need you so bad, doll…" his fingers trembled, gripping your hips like he was afraid you might vanish if he let go.
with a desperate whine, he lost all restraint. in one fluid motion, he shoved his sweats and chrome hearts boxers down, letting them pool at his ankles.
his breath hitched as the sudden air hit his already leaking cock, the tip glistening under the dim light.
"look what you do to me baby.. this is all you." he groaned, his voice thick with need yet broken around the edges.
before you could respond he was on you, crawling back over like a predator claiming its prize. his hands found the hem of your shirt, yanking it up and over your head with a urgency that left you breathless.
"off. now."
his command was a low, guttural demand, and you arched into him as his fingers traced the waistband of your jeans.
"yuma please…" you gasped, your own body aching for his touch more than you like to admit.
"fuck, you're so perfect from this angle" he murmured. his lips trailing down your neck, each kiss punctuated by a soft, needy whimper.
his hands were everywhere. unbuttoning, unzipping, peeling away the last barriers between you. the sound of fabric hitting the floor was drowned out by the ragged sounds escaping both of you, the air thick with anticipation.
his fingers skimmed your skin, teasing, taunting. "tell me you want this," he panted, his length brushing against your thigh, leaving a warm, wet trail. "tell me baby.. please–fuck."
he couldn't wait any longer. with another ragged whine, he lined himself up and slammed into you with one brutal, desperate thrust.
the force of it stole the breath from your lungs, a broken cry spilling from your lips as he bottomed out, his hips already snapping forward with a relentless, punishing rhythm.
"hnngh–fuck, doll, you feel-ngh" his words dissolved into a string of curses and moans, the wet obscene sounds of skin meeting skin filling the room.
you clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders, but it wasnt enough. you needed more. before even thinking, your fingers tangled into his damp hair, yanking just hard enough to send a wave through him.
his body jerked, a broken whimper tearring from his throat. "ah–shit, baby.. dont—" his voice was thin. needy. his hips stuttering for just a moment before forcing himself back into that brutal pace from before.
you were tired of him calling the shots.
with a groan, you twisted, using every ounce of leverage to flip him onto his back. he went down with a surprised gasp, his cat-like eyes wide as you straddled his hips, pinning him down with a strength that belied your size.
"my turn kitty." you panted, grinding down onto him, watching his expression shatter as the pleasure ripped through his entire body.
"tch.. ah—" he bucked up into you, but you held him down, grip unyielding.
you taunted him, rolling your hips in slow, deliberate circles, drawing a sharp whine from his chest. his lips curled, all sass and fire but his body melted beneath you. his cock twitching, breath coming in ragged, needy gasps.
"come on baby i know you can give me more than that.." you whispered, breath uneven. "ill force it out of you."
"like you could even—ah..! fuck–please.." his protests were weak, his voice trembling, and you knew. as much as he hated to admit it, he loved this. loved the way you took control, the way his own strength was no match for your determination.
his hips rocked upward helplessly as he came closer to his peak, seeking more, his body betraying every last bit of his bratty defiance.
"that's it," you murmured, leaning down to bite at his collarbone, "be a good boy and take what i give you, yeah?"
and thats all it took. his body tensed beneath you, cock pulsing as the first wave of his orgasm crashed over him.
"hah.. wait—fuck, cumming..ah!” his fingers digging into your hips as he spilled between you. his release hot and messy, but you werent done with him yet – not even close.
you kept grinding, slow and purposeful, your hips rolling in a rhythm that made his overstimulated nerves sting. his breath hitched, body twitching as if he wanted to pull away, but your grip on his waist was iron.
"n-no, please—" he whimpered, voice cracking as you dragged yet another shuddering gasp from him. his nails scraped at your skin, half begging, half clawing. but you only smirked, leaning down to lick a stripe up his throat.
"shh, kitty," you purred, voice dark with satisfaction. "you're mine right now, and i’m not letting you go until you give me everything you have."
still half hard, he twitched inside you as you clenched around him, the pressure making him whine. "fuck—stop–its too much, i cant—" his words barely making it out as you continued to grind on him, harder now.
your own pleasure building, walls fluttering around him. his eyes were tear filled, desperate, his chest heaving as you rode him through the oversensitivity, his body trembling between pleasure and overload.
"look at you," you breathed, your own voice rough with need. "such a good kitty, taking it all for me."
his face twisted, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as you forced another broken moan from him, his hips jerking helplessly. you could feel him hardening again, his body betraying him as you chased your own peak, your movements growing erratic, your breath coming in sharp, needy pants.
"gonna come again for me, baby?" you taunted, your nails raking down his chest. "gonna let me use you until you're nothing but a trembling, sobbing mess?"
his lips parted, a broken, needy sound escaping as you rolled your hips just right, his cock twitching deep inside you. You could feel your orgasm coiling tight, your muscles clenching around him, milking him as you chased the edge.
and then—
"f-fuck—ah" his back arched off the bed, a choked cry tearing from his throat as his length pulsed again, his second release spilling inside you.
the sensation sent you over the edge, your own climax crashing over you as you clenched around him, your walls rippling, dragging every last drop from him. His fingers dug into your hips, his voice a broken litany of "please, please, please—" as you rode him through it once more, your movements growing sluggish, your breath ragged.
you collapsed against him, your chest heaving, your body still trembling with the aftershocks. his cock twitched weakly inside you, oversensitive and spent, but you could feel him still.
soft, but yours.
you nuzzled into his throat, your lips brushing his skin as you let out a satisfied, breathless laugh.
"yeah, like that was going to shut me up," he huffed, pulling away with a dramatic glare, his voice dripping with mock offense. he pouted, his lower lip jutting out as he wiped at his own mess with an exaggerated sigh. "please. you should know better by now."
"and yet you keep testing me," your voice laced with amusement as you arched a brow at his dramatic pout. "its almost like you enjoy it."
"we’ll finish this conversation tomorrow," he murmured, his gaze flickering between your eyes and the glistening evidence of what had just passed between you. "right now, i’m getting you cleaned up. bath?" his tone was gentle, but the fire in his eyes betrayed the storm still raging beneath the surface.
and you were going to have to deal with it tomorrow.
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AREYOU KIDDING
Just Five Minutes — BYUN EUIJOO
When you and your boyfriend find limited time in a dressing room of a music show
Contents: SMUT, MDNI , Dom!Ej x reader, idol x idol if you squint, Ej likes respect in this one, Oral (m. Rec), shoe humping (mentioned)
thinking about ⋆˚꩜.ᐟ
kitty fem!yuma who is an asshole to you daily but sometimes, her claws retract and she becomes the sweetest thing ever
kitty fem!yuma who hogs the bed and blanket at night but has the nerve to swat your face awake in the morning so you’ll go feed her
kitty fem!yuma who hisses and bats at you whenever you come back home, the lingering mixture of other people’s scents on you making her wrinkle her nose
kitty fem!yuma who playfully knocks over anything within her reach; a mug filled with water, your hair tie on the dresser, your phone when you’re not paying her enough attention
kitty fem!yuma who is always up in your business; settling on your lap when you’re on the computer, her fingers dancing on the keyboard and typing out nonsense to overwrite your hard work
kitty fem!yuma who puffs up in anger when you try to clip her nails or trim her fur, resulting in a few bloody scratches on your arm which you aren’t too unfamiliar with
kitty fem!yuma who notices the blood slowly seeping out from your cut and feeling guilty at her actions
kitty fem!yuma who is bad at her feelings, just knows that she wants you all to herself, as selfish as it is
kitty fem!yuma who slowly reaches out to gently take your injured arm into her hold, kitten licking at the wounds she inflicted while the sharp taste of metal fills her mouth and making you shiver
kitty fem!yuma who looks at you with her wide feline eyes after she deems the scratches on your arm is nothing but raised skin that will heal with time
kitty fem!yuma who nudges and rubs her cheek against your palm, the fluffy cat ears on her head tickling your wrists as your pulse thrums fast at her actions
slowly, you cup your free hand on kitty fem!yuma’s cheek and guide her to look at your face, thumb caressing her cheeks in a way that has a purr spurring from her throat
you gave her a soft smile before bringing her face closer to yours, lips a fragment of a breath apart that kitty fem!yuma quickly closes as she is selfish, even climbing into your lap to remove any chances for distance to occur
and this is how you know that kitty fem!yuma never means any harm by her actions, because how could she?
not when she’s smiling sweetly into the kiss, her fluffy tail wrapping around your waist and thumbs circling warmly against the small of your back
especially not when kitty fem!yuma breaks the kiss just to grumble that you don’t smell like her anymore while spreading her scent all over your body so that you smell only like her, making you laugh at her antics and forgetting the dispute earlier
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