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› 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.
you weren’t thinking about anything anymore—no worries, no words, just the raw, primal need for more.
your jaw slackened, and a thin string of drool escaped the corner of your mouth, wetting the pillowcase as your eyes glazed over in a state of pure, erotic stupor.
“look at you, angel,” he groaned, his breath hot on your neck. “totally gone. just a dumb, dripping mess for me. you don’t need to think, sweetheart. just feel how deep i am.”
desperate for more contact, you reached back, grabbing his muscular arm and pulling it forward, guiding it around your neck to lock you in a tight headlock. the pressure against your throat only heightened the arousal, making your head swim.
the moment your arm locked his in place, nicholas reacted with a surge of aggression. he gripped your waist tighter, his fingers digging into your skin, and began to fuck you with a renewed intensity.
he hammered into you, each thrust faster and harder than the last, the sound of his pelvis slapping against your ass echoing through the room.
you were completely undone, your face pressed against his bulging bicep. as he drove deep, your head lolled, and you began to drool directly onto his skin, the moisture slicking his arm. you couldn’t form full sentences, your brain turned to mush by the sheer pleasure of the friction.
“nicho… oh god—weno…” you moaned, your voice broken and breathless. you leaned into the headlock, whispering frantically against his skin, “it’s so good… so deep… please, please, just keep fucking me…”
he let out a guttural growl, his pace becoming frantic. he was drilling into you now, hitting that sweet spot with every single plunge, driving you further and further into a mindless haze of pleasure.
you were nothing but a shaking, drooling mess beneath him, completely conquered by the depth of his cock and the weight of his praise.
nicholas’ breathing had turned into a ragged, animalistic snarls, his entire body trembling with the effort of the friction. he felt your walls clamping down on him, milking him with every desperate twitch of your muscles.
he let out a loud, guttural roar, his hips locking forward one last time, burying his cock as deep as it could possibly go, pinning you flat against the bed.
the sensation was explosive. you felt the hot, thick jets of his cum erupting deep inside you, pulsing against your cervix in heavy waves. the sheer volume of his load filled you up, the warmth spreading through your womb, making you cry out in a high, broken wail.
you were shaking, your brain completely fried, your eyes rolled back as the orgasm ripped through you, leaving you twitching and mindless.
but as the initial peak subsided, the hunger didn’t leave. you were still in that drooling, vacant state, your mind replaced by a primal, aching void that only he could fill. even as he started to soften slightly, you gripped his arm tighter, pulling his bicep back against your cheek, your voice a needy, incoherent whimper.
“more… please, weno… don’t stop… fuck me more,” you sobbed, your hips grinding back against him, begging for the friction to return.
nicholas groaned, the sound vibrating through your spine. he was still half-hard, his cock swimming in the slick mixture of your juices and his own seed. he didn’t pull out, gripping your hips again, his fingers bruising your skin, and began to slide back into motion.
the sound was wet and squelching, the excess cum acting as a lubricant as he started to drive into you again, slower at first, then building back up to a punishing pace.
“you’re such a greedy angel, aren’t you,” he rasped, his voice thick with lust. “i just filled you to the brim, and you still want more? you just want to be my little breeding sow, don’t you?”
the word breeding snapped something inside you. you let out a whimpering moan, your head lolling as you drooled onto his arm again, your voice a desperate, breathless whisper.
“yes.. please… i want your babies… fill me up, weno… please make me pregnant… wanna carry your babies…”
the request drove him wild.
the thought of claiming you permanently, of planting his seed deep inside your womb until you were swollen with his child, sent a fresh surge of hardness back into his cock. he shifted his grip, grabbing your hair to pull your head back, exposing your throat while he hammered into you with a possessive rhythm.
“you want my babies now, angel?” he growled, his thrusts becoming frantic and deep again, slapping your ass with a loud, rhythmic crack. “gonna pump so much cum into you that you’ll be leaking for days. gonna make sure you’re knocked up, angel. you’re going to carry my brat, and you’re gonna love every second of being my bred-out toy.”
you were completely gone, a shaking, sobbing mess of pleasure. every time he bottomed out, you felt remaining cum being pushed deeper into you, the thought of impregnation making your pussy clench around him in tight, rhythmic spasms.
you begged him, your words slurred and broken, “fill me… please, nicho… give me your babies…”
he didn’t stop, drilling into you with a relentless intensity, determined to leave you completely saturated and claimed, fucking you into a state of total, blissful oblivion.
“don’t worry, angel… daddy’s gonna make sure he put his babies into you…” he growled into your neck, planting a quick peck against the soft skin.
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?
The forest sat at the edge of the village like a living painting. Towering lush, emerald trees stretched towards the sky, wildflowers bloomed in bright, verdant colors along the paths filled with vibrant blooms, luring you into the green woodland.
Like a siren’s song to a sailor, the forest called to you.
It was meant to be a short walk, that’s what you kept telling yourself as your feet carried you in deeper and deeper, just a quick look to satisfy the gnawing curiosity in your chest. You followed a narrow path covered in green grass and sunlight, birds singing overhead while flowers brush against your ankles.
You kept walking into the forest— unaware of how long time has passed, minutes turning into hours ‘til you found yourself standing before a dazzling blue lake. The water sparkled like liquid sapphire beneath the sun, crystal-blue ripples danced across its surface, reflecting fragments of light.
Near the outskirts of it, flowers bloomed in abundance with breathtaking colors, surrounded by all kinds of lively fauna and the sight was enchanting, almost magical, then you saw it — a large pair of wings, fairy wings pink and blue in their hues, their edges pointed upwards as they glittered under the fleeting light.
You instantly hid behind a tree bark.
At first, you couldn’t believe your eyes, but then you leaned a bit to the side to see clearly — soft, blonde hair that had been grown to his shoulders, dainty pointed nose and plush rosy lips. He looked unreal, doll-like in his nature, which almost made you think you were dreaming. His back was covered with the beautiful wings you had glimpsed earlier — big in their size, almost covering his entire figure as they glittered and sparkled under the sun.
His voice was sweet and enchanting, singing to the plants he was tending while rabbits and other young animals surrounded him. He looked like a daydream and you were a keen observer.
Your attention, however, was stolen when you heard a twig snap somewhere close, so you knew you had to leave, your feet hurriedly carrying you out of the forest and back home.
That night, you laid in bed restless, wide awake with the scene you saw playing in your head on repeat — it became extremely difficult to move on from the allure you witnessed.
So, when the sun shined and birds chirped again, you went back in the next time.
Same path, same as the last time — you were hiding behind the same tree bark and watching the beautiful man in the forest live; he sung and tended to the plants around him, fed the animals at his feet, gently pet and cared for them.
This slowly became your routine, a guilty pleasure you indulged in — watching the fairy live his life in the forest, his peaceful home as thoughts of him plagued your mind completely until he became all you could think about.
Until one fateful day, everything changed.
The fairy decided to stop pretending he couldn’t sense you, your watchful eyes were a presence he could no longer ignore. So, when you came to the forest at the same time for the nth time so he started to expect you—keeping his back towards you, luring you into a sense of safety.
Today, he decided to turn around and your breath hitched.
“Show yourself, it’s quite rude to stare, you know?” His words flowed palatably, his doe brown eyes gazing into your own, and you felt exposed — no longer hidden behind the bark you sheltered yourself with, yet you remained unmoved. “There you are.”
He stood up, graceful as the fauna surrounding him shifted, and he walked towards you, majestic and breathtaking in his nature. “You’ve been watching me for a while, what are you planning to do, little human?”
Failing to reply, you shifted on your legs, your cheeks bloomed pink at his confrontational words, hot white embarrassment ran through your veins. “I-I don’t — uh, I apologize for intruding,” you paused for a beat, “It’s just… Hmm… You’re beautiful to look at and it became hard to look away.” You were looking down while the truth spilled out of your lips like the water he poured over his crops — over brimming ‘til it flowed down.
He reached out, nimble fingers finding purchase under your chin, compelling you to look up to him with bright, wide eyes.
“Is that so, little human?” Amusement laced with his words, a small smile curved on his lips and he leaned even closer to you, his warm breath fanning against your face,“you’re not a bad sight for my eyes… I’d say the feeling’s mutual.”
His words only caused your ears to flush even more, your throat bobbing as you swallowed nervously, “t-thank you, uhm …?”
“Harua.”
“Thank you, Harua.”
“And you are…?”
In return, you whispered your name to him, and he repeated it. You thought it sounded sweeter from his lips.
“Hmm, then, next time how about you join me instead of hiding like a intruder?”
His fingers released their grip on your chin, his hand extended out for you to take. You didn’t hesitate, letting him lead you to sit by the lake, surrounded by the very view you admired from afar and yet, you thought, he was the most radiant view of them all.
You sat shoulder to shoulder, conversation flowing smoothly as you talked about everything and anything; he told you about his life in the forest, teaching you the names of the animals he cared for, showed you around his garden and all the crops he was tending to. In exchange, you told him about your life in the village, your home, family and all interesting things you could think of.
Before you knew it, the sun was setting and you had to go back.
“Let me escort you back, it’s the least I can do,” he offered, and you couldn’t refuse him, nodding with rosy cheeks and a subtle smile — he took your hand gingerly, his warmth seeping into your skin causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach.
“You didn’t have to but, thank you Harua.” He nodded in reply, only letting go when you reached the entrance to the forest and he was sure you can return to the village safely.
Your relationship with him naturally deepened.
You visited everyday and he sat you down with him to talk to you all about his plants, the animals, things he had been trying and many other topics and you listened like always with a soft smile and big sparkly eyes, in sheer awe of his beauty, as well as his care for his surroundings and his knowledge of the forest.
“How about I teach you something today, little human?” he probed, legs stretched when he stood up, pulling you up with him as well.
“What are you gonna teach me, Rua?” Your brows raised and mouth opened in excitement, grabbing his hand and he smiled sweetly.
Harua rested his hand on the small of your back, leading you towards his garden. “Your lesson for today is how to harvest fruits properly.”
You found yourself standing before the berry bushes, waiting for Harua to get his tools and come back to teach you when one of his bunnies brushed against your leg—asking for your attention. You crouched to pet the soft fur.
“Ehm. I think that’s enough of petting Robin,” he grumbled, handing you the basket. “Now, pay attention, this is how to harvest berries.”
His hand reached out to tug delicately at the hanging fruit and placing it in the basket once it was off the branch, then looking at you encouragingly to do the same so you followed his lead and successfully got some berries.
“Aren’t I good at this, Rua?”
“I think you might be a natural, little human.” You beamed at his compliment. “Come here, there are a few strawberries hanging, let’s get those.”
He crouched, a pair of garden scissors in hand as he snipped a strawberry from its branch — turning around to place it in the basket before handing you the scissors, so you crouched right next to him, tongue poking out in utter focus snipping the strawberry just like he did.
“Good job, little human. You’re doing so well.” His words send a flutter in your stomach, ears blooming into their familiar pink whenever Harua dotted on you.
“Look, Rua! Isn’t it pretty? It looks so yummy, I wanna taste it so bad ~”
“Not yet, little human. We need to finish harvesting the rest of the fruits then we’ll wash them and enjoy them together, okay?” You pouted at his words, so he pinched your cheeks teasingly.
You hesitantly nodded after a beat, following him around the garden and copying what he told you to do, the basket filling up with various kinds of fruits.
“Rua, what about your citrus tree?”
“What about it?”
“You keep telling me about it, I wanna see if we can harvest some fruits.”
“It’s not ripe yet.”
“Ruaaa~”
“No, little human. You keep asking about it, but it’s a delicate thing, it needs time to bloom,” he huffed, rolling his eyes in faux annoyance.
“Please, I just wanna see and if there’s nothing I’ll drop it!”
He squinted at you, finding difficulty in believing your words especially with such unwavered eagerness so he reluctantly agreed. “Okay, fine… let’s go check on it.”
Squealing excitedly, you followed him ‘til you both were standing right before the citrus tree — a few oranges hanging ripe from its branches.
“See, I told you!”
With the basket placed on the ground, your now free hand reached out to tug on the orange and it easily came off its place — you went up to him with the said fruit in hand, looking up with wide eyes: “Please, Rua, I think it’s ripe enough, I wanna taste …”
The fairy couldn’t deny you, not when you gave him a saccharine smile that made him dizzy.
With gentle hands, he took the fruit from your grasp and started cutting it with a pocket knife, sharp enough to tear you a slice. He handed it to you — hearts practically spilled from the love he held in his gaze, watching you eat the fruit of his labor with a warm smile while his cheek rested on his hand.
“Try it, little human. Tell me is it good?”
You nodded eagerly, swallowing the mouthful of fruit but mouth still full of the sweet sourness.
“Give me a taste,” he mumbled, hands now resting on your cheeks as he pulled you in for a sweet kiss, lips coated with the syrupy juice of the fruit.
You stood there frozen in shock for a few seconds before your body acted on its own — kissing him back feverishly, relishing in the taste of his lips against yours.
“Mmmh, it’s good. I did well,” he said once he broke the kiss, flashing you a cheeky smile. “Don’t you think so, little human?”
“W-what was that, Rua?” Your hand gripping his shoulder for support, shrouded in dizziness after your intense kiss.
“Tasting the fruit of my labor.”
“You kissed me …”
“Yes, I have, little human,” he paused before adding, “you taste delectable, and I’m not just saying that because of the fruit I gave you.”
“Well, what does that mean for us?”
The harvesting basket alongside the cut orange long forgotten, his hands reaching out to cup your cheeks warmly, his brown eyes staring deeply into your own.
“It means I can grow the finest of fruits in my garden.”
“Rua!” you teasingly slapped his chest, your other hand still holding onto him to keep yourself grounded.
“I jest, I jest. I’m very interested in you, little human and I’d love to keep courting you until the time is perfect for us to be together.” His honesty startles you, red blooming all across your face and skin.
“Yeah … I think I’d like that.”
As more days passed, you grew closer to the enchanting fairy that resided in the heart of the forest.
At some days, when you would lose yourself into each other and time passed without a care — the night settled before you could get home, Harua would offer his place for you to stay, voicing his worries of the dangers that lurk in the forest at night, so you always obliged.
It started slow. He’d offer you his bed while he slept on the hammock until you insisted that he stopped and joined you on his bed instead.
“It’s not comfortable for you, Rua especially with your wings!”
“Little human, you worry too much …”
“Ease my worries, won’t you?” You huffed, pout formed on your lips as you crossed your hands stubbornly so he hesitantly joined you, hands wrapped securely around our waist, warmth blooming in his chest once your pout turned into a satisfied grin.
When you woke up in the morning, missing his comfort, your feet padded softly against his wooden floors ‘til you found him in his kitchen preparing breakfast for the both of you — your teeth sinking into the flesh of your lips to hold back the smile that threatened to reveal itself.
“You’re staring again,” he muttered, focusing on cutting up the fruits and carefully placing them next to the bread he’d baked for you.
“I can’t help it, the view is mesmerizing,” and Harua can practically hear the grin from your tone, turning around to flash you a bright smile.
“You’re not too bad yourself, little human.” The plates in his hands were gingerly placed on the table once you took a seat, and the domesticity of it all sent a flutter down your belly.
You spent the entire morning basking in delightful conversation, the delicious food he prepared and fleeting touches that bloomed red all over your body.
This wasn’t the last time this happened, in fact it became a common occurrence for you to stay the night, held in the fairy’s warm embraced then awaken in the morning to the delectable aroma of his cooking and he made sure to prepare the best meals for you.
Until one night, everything between you shifted.
It was dark out, you both laid by the lake stargazing, your head laid on his chest while his hand rested gently on your shoulder as you pointed out the different shapes you saw yet you can feel Harua’s gaze lingering on you rather the shinning stars.
“Stop staring at me to distract me!”
“Oh, I’m not staring at you to distract you, little human.”
You almost gave yourself whiplash from how hard you moved to look at him, your eyes widened while red heat bled into your cheeks — he looked down to you, a smirk adorning his rosy lips.
“What are you trying to do, Rua?” You eyes fell on them briefly before looking back up.
“Isn’t it obvious?” The space between you decreased, his warm breath mingling with your own, your heart felt like it was about to leap out your ribcage.
Like anyone — or, anything born of the forest, Harua was not as gentle as he looked. He tried to hold it together for you, unwilling to frighten you, and soften his brutish tendencies. Deep down, all he wanted was to kiss you until you were left winded and weakened.
“Do you know what you do to me, little human?” he groaned, his lips were barely hovering against your own while the tension shifted between you both like a pendulum, neither of you making the first move yet.
“How about you show me instead?”
That was until Harua couldn’t hold himself back anymore, ultimately capturing your lips in a searing kiss — it turned wet, sloppy and lewd when his hand moved to rest on the back of your neck.
You pulled away when your chest tightened, the dizzying sensation had you gasping for air — your fingers digging into the welcoming flesh of his shoulder, a method to keep yourself grounded.
“What else would you …” He gulped, looking at you with wide, glassy eyes, “like me to do?”
“I want you to give me all of you, every part, every emotion, your everything. I want it, Rua.”
His hands now settled on cupping your cheeks, “you’re driving me crazy, little human.”
“You like that ~”
“That I do and I’m gonna show you exactly how much I do.” he groaned, his hands now resting on your waist as he flipped you over, his entire figure towering above yours — the lush green grass digging into your supple skin.
Harua leaned down to kiss you feverishly, raw in his desire and you reciprocated. Your hands found purchase draped around his neck, pulling him closer to you in response.
His hands, however, started to wander all over your body. Beginning with your chest, his fingers flicked the hardened peaks, a soft whimper falling off your lips which he swallowed as he kept kissing you. His hands the squeezed your waist, lowering it to settle on your thighs — squeezed the soft flesh gently prompting your legs open.
“Rua~” you moaned so sweetly, like sugar on his tongue, he couldn’t get enough. He needed more.
The fairy’s nimble fingers got to work, tugging your panties to the side and slipping a digit into your wet folds, arousal leaking all over his fingers and down your cunt, your thighs twitching at his ministrations.
“You’re so sweet just from a little kissing, little human,” he said, his tone amused, “do you like me that much?”
You whimpered in response, head thrown back, mouth hanging open while your soft noises echoed through the calm forest.
He slipped another finger, curling just the right ways at the right places to stretch you out enjoying the way you responded to his touches — tears clung to your lashes, your thighs shaking and your grip on his tightening.
A pretty pink flush painted your body, he couldn’t help himself from breaking the kiss to bite the welcoming flesh of your neck.
Legs around his torso as he kissed you hungrily, hands already plunging into you, stealing you of breath and words. “Tell me, little human, how do I make you feel?” He asked, his fingers squelching in and out.
“So good Rua, but not enough. Need more.”
“What do you need? Use your words.” The fairy mumbled against your flush skin.
“Ah, need to cum, Rua.”
The fairy’s gentle hands already went back to plunging into you, stealing you of breath and words, your heart racing as the fire in your abdomen grew — chasing your climax.
Clinging to his shoulders, your hands shook a little bit, and your hips started rocking lazily onto his digits — feeling those bolts of pleasure all over your body, a new wave of need washed over you. The sound of your arousal squelching as his fingers massaged your insides only served to build up your orgasm.
You came all over his fingers, blood rushing to your head. The fairy maintained eye contact as he gathered the wetness from between your legs with his fingers and he started sucking them off with a satisfied hum.
“Fuck, close your eyes for me.”
You obeyed, darkness engulfed your vision, unable to see him smear your arousal all over his lips, breathing heavy, and lean down to kiss you with it leaving you dizzy.
By the virtue of being born from a flower, Harua had little to no experience in intimacy — or so he thought ‘til he had you a whiny pretty mess underneath him.
A quick peek wouldn’t hurt, you thought to yourself, slightly squinting to see his blurry figure towering over you.
He took his wet fingers out, palm facing downwards, he trailed his hand upwards — fairy dust trailing his digits. Using his magic and the remains of your essence that coated his hand to provide you with what you needed.
He unhooked his underclothes, letting them fall to the ground — heat spreading under your skin as he used one hand to keep you spread open for him while the other guided his length to your wetness.
He slid it over your cunt, wetness dripping down and onto your thighs while his hands found their place on your hips.
“Feel good?” Harua asked, his voice was hoarse, “Tell me, is that what you wanted, little human?”
You nodded, your hips rocked to let him slip even deeper into you. “Yes, Rua. I need you inside me, so bad.”
His hips pushed deeper and deeper, ‘til he was buried fully inside you and he was big — the stretch burned, feeling almost addictive from how good it was.
“You can move, Rua. Fuck! please, Rua ~” You started pleading him once the stretch became bearable, crescent-like marks branded on his back thanks to your nails digging into his back.
The fairy didn’t need to be told twice. He started to thrust out then back in, the slow drag driving you crazy, especially when his thrusts were hitting the spot that had you seeing stars.
Every thrust, every push was felt, every drag of his cock against your fluttering walls, watching you intently as your back arched pushing you into him — laser focused on you and only you.
“More, more. Need more, Rua,” you babbled, your moans mixing with his own filling up the quiet night.
“Are you sure you can take more?” He asked, his voice rough and breaths knocked right out of his chest — desperately restraining himself, his spine coiled tightly.
You looked him straight in the eyes, daring, “you know I can.”
That was all it took for the dam gates to break loose.
His fingers tightened their grip on your hips, holding you in place and he was watching you with a piercing gaze — his forehead falling against yours as his pace picked up, thrusts sharpened.
“That’s it then, take what I give you, little human.”
Loud moans escaped your chest freely, toes curling over his lower back, all your could hear was the growing buzz in your ears mixed with his sweet moans — your heart rattling against your ribcage.
Your grip around him was tight like vice, wrapping around him and not letting him go and you both weren’t going to last any longer — not when his thrust became rougher, deeper. The restraint he was holding onto was no longer existent.
Harua was thrusting hard, always hitting that one spot that turned your brain into mush.
“Rua~” his name fell off your lips sweetly, overwhelmed by the pleasure he was giving you. You were so close to your breaking point, the coil in your stomach near unraveling — your orgasm was shattering, feeling it from your cunt to your limbs.
One last thrust lead you to break and fall apart, an orgasm so good you could see white behind your eyelids, his voice becoming feral against your ears, his teeth sinking into the welcoming flesh of your lobe, your walls clamp around him making him moan your name as he came.
Shock waves washed over your body, shaking some more under him just as kept spilling deep inside you, his hand pressing you against the lush grass. You both stayed there for a few minutes, breathing heavily as the silence took over.
You opened your eyes, your hands cupped his cheeks and pulled him close until your noses were touching, rubbing them together lovingly.
“Was it to your expectations, little human?”
“It was perfect, my darling fairy.”
“I’m glad.”
His lips curved into a soft smile, gathering you in his arms and lifting you up to head inside for a much needed shower and a dinner made by yours truly just the way you like.
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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.
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 🪽
it felt like each week was a repeat of the last. a simple accident leads to tension, the tension leads to an argument, and one of you ends up awkwardly apologising a few hours later. it was tiring, not just for you, but for maki too. it put stress on your relationship.
most of your arguments start through a small mistake, like when maki forgot about your movie date. it would explode quickly, bringing up separate faults and instances, pouring more blame onto the other. giving yourselves time to cool down after, you both managed to fix things by the end of the day.
and so the cycle would repeat.
today was no different, and the heavy, unspoken tension between you was undeniable. maki had been stressed with his hectic work schedule, constantly busy with documents and emails, and in result hadn’t had time for you. being the clingy person you are, this upset you greatly.
“maki.” you call to him softly from across the kitchen. he was stood near the door whilst you were sat at the table, the space between you obvious and painful. he barely glances up from his phone.
“hm? what?” he responds, tone flat and somewhat uninterested. you swallow, preparing yourself to bring up the distance, knowing exactly what was coming.
“um.. i was just..” you start, fingers tapping against the table nervously. “i’ve just noticed that you’ve been pretty, uh.. busy lately.”
the sigh he releases was laced with indisputable frustration.
“don’t start, y/n. seriously.”
“i’m not-”
“yes, you are. i don’t know why you even bother bringing it up, you know i’m busy with work.” he cuts you off instantly, putting his phone in his pocket and looking over at you.
“doesn’t mean you have to forget about me completely,” you mutter, more to yourself than to maki, staring down at the table. maki hears.
“you’re fucking impossible, you know that?” he spits out, anger rising to the surface quickly. “everything’s always about you. i’m stressed out of my mind and you have the audacity to complain?”
you swallow, not daring to look up at him.
“you don’t need to let it out on me.” you say in defence, voice wavering. maki scoffs. he couldn’t believe his ears.
“don’t give me that. i haven’t said or done anything to you.”
holding back tears, you were unable to respond. if you opened your mouth, it would all come crashing down. silence was the safer option.
“nothing to say?” he continues, waiting for a response. when you don’t respond, maki runs a hand through his hair, facing away from you.
“sometimes you make me wanna put my fucking head through the wall.” he admits, voice quieter now, more honest. his cold words stung, they sounded so unlike him. it felt like you couldn’t move. but maki did.
he left the kitchen silently. listening to his heavy footsteps, you hear the front door open and slam shut. he had left. a wave of emotions instantly crash over you, questions bombarding your brain.
where is he going? why did he leave? is he coming back? the third question had you panicking. you didn’t want to lose maki, you wouldn’t be able to handle it.
you stand from the table, heading to the living room and sitting on the couch. you pull out your phone, finding maki’s number, and you text him.
- maki
- where did u go?
- come home please
no reply. he hadn’t even read your messages. the screen blurs as tears build up in your eyes, blinking as they fall down your face. had you just lost him for good?
you drop your phone onto your lap, burying your hands in your hair as the tears continued to pour. everything was spinning, your thoughts going a million miles-an-hour. you were tired. maki was gone, and you had no clue if he was coming back. the thought made you chew on your lip anxiously. did he even love you enough to come back?
sniffing, you sink back into the pillows in the couch, desperate for even a hint of warmth, a hint of maki’s scent on the fabric. it was fading, just like him. you close your eyes, letting sleep consume you.
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sunlight pours in through the curtain, waking you up. your head was pounding, your face was puffy from crying, and your back ached from the awkward position you slept in. sitting up on the couch, fixing your hair, your eyes snap up to the figure in the doorway. maki was stood there, expression blank, his eyes fixed on you.
relief and guilt wash over you at the sight of him, your bottom lip trembling. you thought you had lost him for good, that last night was his final straw. but he was here.
“you seriously slept on the couch?” he asks, breaking the silence. he steps forward, moving closer to you. the tension was still there, but it felt less hostile now. you nod, eyes flickering down to your hands in your lap. you hear him sigh as he sits next to you on the couch.
“where did you go? you didn’t answer my texts.” you say, careful not to sound too aggressive.
“i went to fuma’s house. i just needed time to cool down.” he answers, looking at you. he lets out another sigh, grabbing your hands from their place on your lap. “i’m sorry. i know you felt like i was forgetting about you because of work. i shouldn’t have gotten mad.”
his apology made you feel sightly better, you were just glad he understood your intentions. your eyes flickered to his face, and you saw how apologetic he looked.
“i’m sorry too. you’re busy, and i’m being too clingy-”
“no. you aren’t too clingy. you’re allowed to be.” he cuts you off, shaking his head. you chew on your lip, guilt still running through your mind.
maki pulls you into him, wrapping you in his arms tightly. you melt into him instantly. you’d craved his touch since he left last night, needed his comforting embrace.
“i thought i lost you.” you admit in a whisper, hands gripping the back of his jacket. maki uses a finger to tilt your head up, and presses a soft, slow kiss to your lips.
❝ ( 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.
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."
Your eyes went wide in disbelief. "I'm a job now? Me? The one taking your dick on the regular?"
"That's the one perk to putting up with your constant nagging of how I'm not doing what you want me to do," Euijoo shot back, not amused.
Planting your feet, you folded your arms and seethed, "I think you should sleep in your studio then."
"Gladly," Euijoo retorted, snatching his keys and marching toward the front door.
You followed him step for step, making sure you got that last word in. "And you can fuck yourself on your microphone. It won't nag you like I do, but it won't suck all the cum out of you either."
"Maybe I will." Euijoo gave you one last scathing glare and slipped out the door, slamming it shut behind him and making a loud bang echo through the house.
You stood there, staring at the door. Waiting and hoping for him to come back inside. Was that it? Had your relationship just totally collapsed?
"What the fuck is wrong with me?" You chided yourself over and over. Why was winning the argument so important? More than having a conversation with Euijoo and hearing him out?
You just didn't like how much he let slide. You wanted him to stick up for himself at work more. But Euijoo liked to handle things diplomatically, and slowly. You didn't have that kind of patience and you hated knowing his bosses at the company pushed him around.
Just because I handle things differently, doesn't mean I'm wrong. You mulled on that, because he was absolutely right and the more you thought about it, the more you felt bad for how you'd spoken to him in the heat of the moment.
However, calling you a job was over the line, and you were already plotting your revenge accordingly.
So you waltzed into your closet and found the sluttiest outfit you owned: a black lace dress that hugged your every curve. You paired it with thigh-high stockings and the tall red bottom heels Euijoo had gifted you. Spritzing on the perfume Euijoo loved most, you donned a heavy coat to hide what was underneath and left the quiet house.
You were totally unsurprised when you saw Euijoo's car parked outside the studio; the only one in the lot. Using the back entrance, typing in the code you knew by heart, the click of your heels echoed down the hall.
When you opened the door to the studio most used by your boyfriend, you were expecting to find him working on another song. Instead, you saw Euijoo sitting at the table, his fingers at his brow like he was exhausted and stressed.
Euijoo drew a deep breath, anticipating another fight, and sighed, "What are you doing here?"
"I came to apologize," you said softly, and in an instant you had Euijoo's undivided attention. You continued, "I was wrong. You're allowed to handle things how you see fit. I just get frustrated with how you're treated here sometimes."
Euijoo arched a brow.
You held up a finger and added, "I'm not making excuses. I'm just trying to explain my reaction."
"I appreciate the apology. Thank you," Euijoo said with a tenderness that surprised you.
Standing there, knowing what was beneath your coat, the room filled with tension. You stared him down, put your hands on your hips, and asked, "Is there anything you want to say to me?"
Euijoo cocked his head in amusement. "Did you just offer me an apology to get one back?"
"I don't want an apology from you, Euijoo," you said, unfastening your coat as you slowly approached him. Once it was open, you tossed your coat onto the table, letting Euijoo feast his eyes on your body.
Euijoo scanned you from head-to-toe, biting his lip at what he saw. You knew exactly what his weakness was, and you never were afraid to use it against him. "I can guess what you want," he mumbled under his breath.
"Mm, I don't think you can," you retorted, bracing your hands on his thighs and leaning over, letting him get a front row seat to your cleavage nearly bursting out of the dress. "Of all the things running through your mind right now, you have no idea what's in mine."
"Share with the class." Euijoo gripped the arms of his chair tight. He wanted to grab your breasts, shove them together, and bury his face in them. It would fix all of his problems, but he didn't want to give you the satisfaction.
You reached between his legs and palmed his cock over his jeans, making Euijoo jolt at your touch. "Why do you think I wore thigh highs?" You slowly sank down between his feet, peering up at him hungrily. "I have to protect my knees."
Euijoo swallowed the lump in his throat. He could feel it coming - he was going to give you anything and everything you wanted. Watching you put your hair up in a ponytail, neither of you breaking eye contact, Euijoo licked his lips and began unbuckling his pants for you.
When his half-hard cock was in front of your face, you didn't hesitate to lick from base to tip, letting saliva fall from your lips onto his shaft. You were looking at his dick like it was the one thing in the world that would satisfy you and that alone had Euijoo's length standing at attention in no time.
"You kill me," Euijoo sighed, tipping his head back to avoid watching your face. You turned him on so bad, it wasn't fair. How could he stay mad at you when you were always eager to choke on his cock until he emptied himself down your throat?
Knowing exactly the power you had over your boyfriend, you pumped his cock in your fist and sucked at the head, teasing him. Taking a little more of him into your mouth, you sealed your lips around his cock and pulled back, releasing him with a wet pop.
Euijoo dropped his head, looking right at you, his eyes already hooded with lust, his cheeks flushed with warmth.
You laved your tongue around his dick like a good cockslut and batted your lashes, purring, "Show me how you like it."
"You know how I like it," Euijoo said in a dark voice, tangling his fist in your ponytail. Steering your head down, he commanded, "Open up."
Smirking at him taking control like you wanted, you parted your lips and let him guide you down his stiff cock, arching his hips slightly until he was deep in your throat. He shook your head a little, just for some extra punishment, and let you choke on him, drawing you up before pushing you back down again.
Euijoo's other hand slipped over your shoulder, settling at the nape of your neck, more leverage to keep moving you up and down his cock, a wet gag filling the room when the head of him hit your throat. You gasped for breath when you could, tears already tumbling down your cheeks.
"You love this as much as I do," Euijoo growled, angling your head back so he could see your tear-filled eyes, your makeup already smearing. "Fuck, you look so good like this, baby. You love having a throat full of my dick, don't you?"
You nodded as best you could, earning yourself a tiny reprieve when Euijoo pulled you off his cock. You swallowed and stole an extra breath or two, before eagerly settling back into his lap, licking at his dick like it was your favorite treat.
Euijoo tugged on your hair, making you look up at him, and scolded, "Slow down. You don't want me to come too fast, do you?"
You nodded quickly. Nothing made you happier than his thighs shaking underneath you while he spilled down your throat. The sooner, the better.
Chuckling, Euijoo traced your cheek with affection and said, "Alright. You can have your way. This time."
With that, Euijoo got your head in both hands and began fucking his cock into your throat. You kept your grip on his thighs, fisting his pants occasionally, but otherwise you sat like a good girl and let him rut his cock into your mouth, thrusting harder and faster until you got a curt warning that he was finishing.
You swallowed him as your tongue rubbed underneath his dick, your lips sealing around him and your cheeks hollowing out. Sucking as hard as you could, Euijoo howled out a moan; a sound he couldn't fight no matter how hard he tried as you sucked every last drop out of his dick, stars bursting behind his eyes, making them roll back.
When you didn't stop, Euijoo tore you off him, not about to tolerate any overstimulation from you. His fist in your ponytail was brutal and he kept ahold of you, keeping your torturous mouth from his softening cock. You licked at your lips, tasting the salt of your tears and his cum.
Just as you reached up to tentatively wipe your face, Euijoo was on you, hoisting you onto the dashboard of his studio and pinning you back. He was a man on a mission, ripping at your dress, tearing off your soaked panties, and spreading your legs apart to steer them onto his shoulders.
It was your turn to fill the studio with your sounds of pleasure as Euijoo wheeled his chair up to the table and buried his face in your pussy. You clamped your thighs on his head and spread your arms at your sides, your hands bumping against the keys and dials, but you didn't care.
Euijoo was out to return the favor, knowing you were aroused from blowing him. He was never shocked to taste how wet you were after sucking on his cock and he couldn't wait to lap up your juices. When you dug your nails into his fluffy hair and across his scalp, Euijoo groaned into your pussy, wrapping his lips around your clit.
"You do that so good, baby," you moaned, eyes lolling at the way he made out with your pussy, kissing and sucking at her like he had nowhere to be anytime soon.
Euijoo bit the inside of your thigh just to make you squeak and then kept going. The taste and scent of you filling his nose and mouth was going to get him hard again in record time. He sank his fingers into your thighs and smirked when you bounced your hips against his face.
A whiny moan spilled out with your breaths and you squirmed under Euijoo, feeling yourself getting dragged closer to the edge. "Yes, Daddy," you whispered, gripping his hair tight. "Like that. Please, don't stop."
Euijoo noticeably slowed, tonguing between your folds and toying with your clit. He felt his dick rising and he was biding his time. The moment he was hard again, he stood up, making you look at him in confusion.
Just as you opened your mouth to question him, Euijoo dragged you off the table and spun you around, bending you over it and getting his hand in your hair again. Your cheek against the cold surface and your ass in the air, you gripped the edges for purchase when you felt his cock entering you in one long, smooth stroke.
"That's it," Euijoo hissed through his teeth, burying himself inside you until he could go no further, groaning at the hot grip of your cunt. "Take all of it. I'm gonna fill you up."
You choked out his name, and your noises that followed were sharp and cut off by his rough thrusts jarring you on the dashboard. You were barely staying balanced on your tiptoes, your hips smacking into the counter's edge every time Euijoo shoved his cock in your pussy.
The hold on your hair was harsh enough, but Euijoo's other hand clamped around your throat like a collar. He kept you in place to endure his vicious strokes, like he was out to fuck you stupid.
You had no dignity to your name when it came to his dick slamming into you to the hilt, and so you begged, "Can I please come?"
Euijoo didn't fall out of rhythm, his eyes focused on where he disappeared inside you, your walls sucking him back in. "Give me a reason," he said, out of breath with his pace.
"That's your pussy," you told him submissively. "Only you can make me come."
Euijoo smirked briefly. That was the right answer.
Thinking you still didn't have him convinced, you whined, "I need to come on your dick. Please. I promise I'll never fight with you again."
"Oh, yes you will. If this is what you get out of it."
You couldn't help but giggle. He wasn't wrong. This was typically how you won every fight with Euijoo. It was hard for him to be mad at you when you were draining him dry.
Euijoo flexed his grip on your hair, still pinning you roughly to the dashboard. He kept snapping his hips into your ass, stuffing his cock balls deep in your cunt, and you took it like a champ. "You're such a good little cockslut," Euijoo sighed, his voice changing as he neared the edge. "Gonna put another load in you."
You almost came from his voice alone. Winding your arms behind your back, overlapping your wrists, making yourself so completely submissive to him he wouldn't be able to deny you, you said, "Make me come with you."
Euijoo groaned and drilled into you, barely getting out, "Come," before he was finishing, the warmth of his release coating your insides.
The moan that tore out of you was cut off at the peak of your orgasm, your lips parted on a silent scream. Your legs bent in the air, your toes curling, but Euijoo was pressed tight up against you, his body keeping you in place.
"Fuck," Euijoo grunted lowly, lingering on the word. He could feel your body clenching and kneading on him, your walls greedily milking every drop out of his dick. He blinked to clear his eyes and then shook his head to get the damp hair off his face, his knuckles aching as he released your ponytail to brush his hands down your waist, grabbing onto your hips and staring where his cock was buried inside you.
You went limp, slumping into the dashboard, both of you still throbbing and shivering. Pretty satisfied with yourself and how your body could fuck him up, you shimmied, making Euijoo hiss at you trying to stimulate his softening cock.
"Don't start," Euijoo chided, but his heart wasn't in it. And he still didn't pull out of you either.
Grinning victoriously, you kicked your feet up, trying to pinch his ass with your toes but he was too fucking tall. "You know no one else in the world could ever make you nut as hard as I do," you taunted, licking your lips.
"Yeah, I know."
You giggled.
Euijoo smoothed his hands up your sides, not stopping until he slipped them under you and palmed your breasts, giving them a squeeze. "This doesn't mean you won," he said darkly. "You got your revenge here. I'm getting mine at home."
Rolling your eyes, not that he could see from his place behind you, you retorted with delight, "Lucky me. I love your punishments."
Euijoo shook his head with a grin. There was no defeating you.
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
the difference in your schedules made the idea a quality time together a thing of dreams. you spent time together, sure, for the three hours your circadian rhythms allowed you to lay, enveloped in his arms under too-hot blankets just before you had to rise and start your day. in a rare instance, your day off would align divinely with his company’s sick idea of a schedule, and the two of you would spend a lazy morning together. ideally, it was spent swirling too much creamer in your coffee and putting on a movie you’d been wanting to watch for a while, halfway paying attention to the unfortunately terrible plot and mostly stealing kisses, as if you had a certain, unreachable quota to hit every day.
but that time wasnt quality– it was scraping crumbs off the table, craving another scoop of overpriced ice cream. there was a flashing sign above your heads, bright red numbers counting down the minutes until he had to leave for practice, predicting the weeks he would be gone for tour, promising endings before they’d even begun.
so, when euijoo texted you this evening, when your phone screen lit up with his charming contact photo, and said that practice was ending early, you felt no shame jumping around with excitement; an evening with euijoo was even rarer than a morning. earlier in your relationship, you had stayed up later just to kiss him goodnight. that was not sustainable for you, though, as it resulted in a maximum of four hours of sleep per night and turned you into a zombie of sorts. no brain, too much heart.
you planned it all out: you’d cook his favorite while he showered, you’d eat together at the dinner table that rarely received any attention, and, then, the two of you would load up that game he had bought a few weeks ago without a spare moment to play. you washed all the produce, chopped the veggies, and were executing a flawless saute, deglazing the pan with white wine and everything like a real chef, when the front door creaked open and clicked shut. euijoo’s gentle footsteps padded all the way to the kitchen, and you felt your heart skip at the sight of him in the doorway. his broad shoulders were cloaked in a loose fitting jacket with matching sweatpants hanging low on his hips, his hair tousled and slightly damp over his forehead. he was glowing, and obviously tired, but he still smiled so wide that it went straight to his eyes, cheeks round and flushed.
“what’s the occasion?” he asked, peering around deeper into the kitchen as if something were going to jump out at him, “are we having company?”
“no occasion, and no company,” you hummed and stirred the vegetables in the pan, the steam rising in dramatic puffs. your voice was perhaps too sweet as you tilted your head over your shoulder and said, “just you.”
“all this for me?” euijoo palmed his chest, crossing the kitchen to join you, “smells amazing, baby. you’re too good to me.” two arms snaked around your waist, sure and deliberate by the squeeze under your ribs. the hair on the back of your neck stood up as he tucked his face into the bend of your neck, the warmth of his cheek against your shoulder soothing any chills that threatened to slide up your spine at the contact. he inhaled, and, with another squeeze to your waist, sighed against your skin, “i’m starving.”
“so impatient,” you giggled, “it’ll be done soon.”
but euijoo didn’t budge. he hummed, the sound traveling through his chest and directly into yours where your heart stumbled in its place. “soon?” he repeated, this time letting his breath ghost directly over the side of your neck, right over your quivering pulsepoint. and then you felt it– a warm, slow kiss dipping beneath your ear. you gasped at the feeling, at the grazing of his teeth on your sensitive flesh and at the immediate soothing of his tongue, soft and wet. he released you from his hold only to shift his hands to your hips. euijoo mumbled against you, and you knew exactly what he meant when he said, “i’m hungry now.”
just like that, your plans were shattered, along with any part of you that might have pushed back against his insatiable urges. you would have been a fool to argue that garlic was more important than quality time with your boyfriend, especially as he reached over your shoulder and flipped the little knob on the stove. the once glowing rim of heat beneath the pan faded to nothing, the vegetables in the skillet still sizzling from residual heat. euijoo tilted your head to look at him over your shoulder, connecting your mouths in a sensual, hungry kiss that all but swallowed you whole. he moaned into you as you wiggled your hips, dragging the curve of your ass along the front of his sweats. euijoo slid a hand down the front of your torso, firmly planting his palm against your stomach, pushing you harder against him.
“been thinking about you all day, baby,” he mumbled, the thought almost cut short by how intensely he needed his lips on yours, “thinking about your smile.”
“that’s all?” you taunted, grinding against him with one devastating swivel of your hips that had euijoo groaning into your mouth.
“mhm,” his lips traveled down your jaw to your neck, back to that sweet spot where he started all of this. his hand on your stomach slipped past the waistband of your shorts, dipping into your panties, “and about this pussy, how sweet you taste,” he sighed as he breached your folds with impatient fingers, humming soothingly against your sensitive neck as he collected your slick. he said, weakly, “how long its been since i’ve touched you properly.” you’d thought about that, as well; you’d reeled over the struggle to connect in a rushed rut, a goodbye fuck, or as he spilled between your thighs as you slept, just needing to feel you. but you needed to feel him, too.
so, of course, your knees felt weak beneath you, hands bracing the warm cooktop to keep you from melting into a puddle at his feet. euijoo had this effect on you, and it had been that way from the start; his sweet tone, low and timid but absolutely filthy when he wanted something from you. his honey voice dripped with venom, sinking his teeth deep in your neck, plunging his tongue even deeper. his voice was smooth, laced with a hint of amusement, as he asked, “do you want me to touch you, beautiful?” the pads of his fingers hovered over your clit, and you fought your body not to grind down onto them, not yet.
you pulled your lip between your teeth, core fluttering with anticipation, and nodded, “yes, please, euijoo.” but, instead of giving you what he offered, he withdrew his hand from your shorts and left you completely without, just for a second, as he wrapped his arms around your waist and hoisted you in the air. the lift surprised you, the sudden pressure on your lower stomach sending you into a fit of laughter that all but dissolved the tension you’d felt seconds prior. his fingers that were once teasing your eager core were now encircling your hips and carrying you to your bed, his lips peppering kisses over your shoulder the whole way. you loved him for his playful side, and he was so often serious, hardworking. the moments where that part of him chipped away felt like you’d struck pure, shimmering gold, no matter how rare they were.
the floor might as well have been burning hot with how quickly you jumped back into his arms the moment he released your hips. you spun around, leaping up to snake your arms around his neck, capturing his lips. euijoo laughed, smiling into your kiss and holding you up against him, so close that you thought your bodies might merge into one. and you would not have minded one bit. he didn’t care that your hands still kind of smelled like raw onions or that you had oil droplets on the front of your shirt, evidence of the plans you barely tried to uphold. all euijoo cared about was you, having you all to himself for longer than ten minutes at a time.
he lowered you onto the mattress, one hand bracing your head as he made a conscious effort to keep his lips moving against yours, soft and hungry all at the same time. his tongue swept over yours, noses bumping. he was gentle with you despite the desperate heat of his mouth making its way down your body, leaving sparks in its wake and striking every inch of your skin. euijoo hovered over you, pushing your shirt up your torso to attach his lips to the space between your breasts. “so pretty everywhere,” he mumbled, scooping you from the constraints of your bra and suckling one of your nipples into his mouth. the hum that followed went straight to your bones, a soft moan escaping your mouth as your hand stroked the back of his head. “so pretty for me.”
his attention was fully undivided, hands tracing paths along your sides, caressing every dip and slope with the precision of an edge. euijoo worked his mouth down your sternum and the expanse of your stomach until he hovered, like a hummingbird assessing one of those sticky plastic feeders, over your thighs. his heart was beating just as quickly, too; you could feel it in his hands as they gripped your hips, anticipating your reservations and pressing his pulse straight into your skin. a rapid thrum contrasted with the precise, intentional bites along the inside of your legs, tongue smoothing over the ridges created by his teeth. every contact was a blaze along the path to your core; your stomach flipped at the sight of him, eyes glazed over, suckling the plush skin of your thigh between his lips. he hooked his nimble fingers around your panties, soaked through, and you felt your thighs squeeze together, hesitantly, suddenly small under his burning gaze and elegant, long fingers.
“relax for me, baby,” euijoo slid his hands back up the length of your body, lightly tugging your shirt back down over your exposed chest, a considerate gesture that made your heart swell to make more room for him. you couldn’t hold back your smile– it hurt to try. it hurt to resist his sweet, attentive personality, how he seemed to know what was bothering you before you did. he pressed a kiss to the space just above the thin fabric that separated you, “let me take care of you, yeah?”
when you nodded, he had already tugged your underwear off and tossed them somewhere unknown. if you had thought ahead, you would have skipped wearing them altogether. you would have just cooked him dinner in nothing but an apron like the plot of a cliche porno. but you assumed his practice would leave him exhausted, that he would have appreciated not having to do anything for the evening but relax while you treated him. instead, he was treating you, fingers opening your folds, undoubtedly glistening beyond any reasonable amount just from his cruel teasing in the kitchen. the cool sensation of his breath urged your hips forward as you rolled them, just slightly, eager for anything he wanted to give you. still, he hovered; the hummingbird and his nectar, and it was so easy to overindulge on something as sweet as you.
the first swipe of his tongue through your heat stopped your breath in your throat, and you could only hold it there as euijoo’s lips enveloped your soaked folds, insatiably slurping and prodding your fluttering entrance. your body was on fire with him, his hands gripping your hips and his hair tickling your thighs; everything was searing red, like he’d turned the kitchen burner up instead of off. the ceiling was spinning, or maybe it was just your head as you covered your face with your hands, biting your arm to hold back the mewls that pushed against your lips, rolling like boiling water. it felt so good, too good and too fast. it was true that time healed all wounds, but time could also create them, wounds that could only be treated with euijoo’s tongue winding devastating, tight circles around your clit. it was a fast, cauterizing healing, burning in your throat. your teeth dug into the flesh of your mouth as you pressed it firmly against your arm.
he angled his head, letting his tongue flit over your sensitive bud as he pulled your hands away from your face and placed them in his hair instead, urging you to use him. he sighed against you as you threaded your fingers over his scalp. “that feel good?” he wrapped his lips over your clit, rolling the bundle of nerves around in all directions, “let me hear you, darling. wanna hear you say it- wanna hear you.”
“f-feels,” you shuddered as he dragged his flattened tongue up the entirety of your aching pussy, a choked sound escaping you, “fuck- feels amazing. missed this, ju.”
“missed you,” he hummed against you, voice rough like crystallized honey as he asked, “can you look at me while i fuck you with my tongue?”
you could certainly try. you couldn’t see much of anything, though, through the tears that picked your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure blazing up your center, through the dizzying, spinning air clouding your brain. and it only got worse as you tipped your head down and met his focused stare, like he was unraveling your thoughts outside of your head. euijoo kept your thighs open for him, but he didn’t hold you down, leaving you to squeeze his head as the pleasure grew too quickly. and it did, over and over, your short breaths and groans clueing him in to slow his tongue, to bring you right to the edge and then bring you back down. the stretch of his muscle inside of you was good but it was nothing compared to the expert roll of the tip of it on your clit, like magic, like he wished on a star and you fell into his lap. you squeezed your eyes shut involuntarily, directly disobeying his request to watch him. it was too much to see his hair glued to his forehead, his cheeks flushed pink and damp with sweat and you.
“i wish you could see how beautiful you look from here,” euijoo said, pulling one of your hands from his hair and squeezing it. you could have said the same thing about him. but you couldn’t say anything, really, with how close your orgasm was. like a roaring, open flame, it flickered in towering licks, painting your vision with streaks of white– a reflection from the sun at its peak and burning just as hot. anything that wasnt his name or some obscenity chanted in a pathetic, weak cry was completely off the table. “i want you to come on my mouth. can you do that for me, my love?”
it was the easiest thing to do, next to loving him. next to ruining your sleep schedule just to spend time with him. next to nearly chopping your finger off preparing ingredients for his favorite meal, only to become his favorite meal instead. it was the third easiest thing to do and becoming increasingly easier as euijoo sucked at every inch of you, humming and burying his face deeper into your cunt with every roll of your hips, chasing that flame, drowning in its shadow until your vision was eclipsed by pleasure. you’d always heard not to stare into an eclipse, and you didn’t have to worry about that as your eyes screwed helplessly shut, spine contorting as your body ached to go limp. euijoo kept his mouth attached to you, hands groping at your thighs as they spasmed around his head, the physical evidence of your body’s aftershocks, muscles twitching endearingly beneath his palms.
your chest heaved, skin sticky as euijoo finally released you from his mouth. the lower half of his face was shimmering like fresh sap, chin dripping with your essence, and the sight sparked another selfish flame in your core despite your pussy still throbbing from your orgasm. you wanted to kiss him, wanted to lick his chin like melting candy, but you were unusually weak. and the room smelled faintly of soured, burnt garlic– the efforts of your expert-level saute cooked to a crisp on the bottom of the good skillet. the heat was too much for your dinner, too. what wasn’t burnt was definitely cold and upsetting, unsalvagable. you wanted euijoo to get on with it, to take his pants off and fuck you dumb so that you could run back out to the store; you needed more vegetables and to carry out at least part of the perfect plans you’d made. but he hadn’t moved from his spot between your legs, still pressing lazy kisses against your thigh and drawing circles on your lower stomach. he admitted once he liked watching the chill bumps rise wherever he touched.
and when he finally stood up, you were more confused than before. because he pulled his phone out and held it up to his ear. a phone call? now?
“what are you doing?” you asked, hushed. he held up one impatient finger before wiping his chin with the back of his hand. you wrapped your hand around his finger, shaking it insistently, “euijoo, who the hell are you calling?”
“you haven’t eaten yet,” euijoo whispered, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, angling the phone away from his face as it continued to ring on the other end. he pointed his finger, still encased in your weak but demanding fist, at the device. “ordering.”
and, then, it all became very clear to you– you weren’t going to be able to stand long enough to cook anything tonight.
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
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.
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)
“Baby please just five minutes.” your boyfriend whispers as he presses you against the dressing room door, his eyes wide and pleading. “Euijoo ...what if someone comes looking for you?” You shoot back trying to push away the heat growing between your legs. Euijoo doesn't seem to miss the way you press your thighs together, smirking to himself he takes one of his hands slipping under your skirt. “You just look so pretty, like a doll, I wish this were all for me and not your stage.” he chuckles to himself when you shudder against his touch, now rubbing circles around your clothed clit. Arching into him you let out a sharp gasp, Euijoo takes his other hand and gently presses it over your mouth. “Shhh, you wouldn't want anyone to hear you right sweetheart?” His words alone cause you to grind deeper in his hand. “Shut up and touch me properly.” You complain, your tone caused him to suddenly stop pulling his hand away. “Euijoo what are you doing??” You grab his wrist looking up at him. With his other hand, he slowly wraps it around the back of your neck, his eyes darkening.
“Knees… Now..” is all he says as his lips ghost against yours. You nod slowly, missing the feeling of his fingers rubbing you. “If you are gonna talk to me like that you are gonna have to get yourself off” He adds pushing your shoulders down leading you to the floor. The floor is cold beneath you as you reach towards the front of his belt. His gaze alone could melt you to pieces, petting the top of your head as if getting on your knees for him was something to get praised for. He was already fully hard when you pulled his dick out using both hands to stroke it slowly while you stared back up to him. You wrap your lips around him slowly taking him inch by inch in your mouth pulling a soft groan out of him. “Fuck yes, baby just like that.” he grips onto your hair tighter but still lets you lead your head up and down his shaft. You whimper around him, the vibrations sending a jolt down your spine. “Go ahead doll, touch yourself while you suck me off I know you want to.” he teases as tears well in your eyes. He was right, you felt so empty and needy and there was only one way to make yourself feel good right now. Slipping your hand under your skirt you start touching yourself pulling your little panties to the side as you play with your clit, moans escaping your throat as your eyes roll back to your head. “Baby… hah… I'm so fucking close…. Don't stop..” Your eyes squeeze shut at his words tears falling as he starts bucking his hips into your mouth, abruptly pulling out stroking once, twice and then he paints your face with his cum.
The only problem is you haven't finished yet, but don't worry your boyfriend has better ideas thanks to your attitude. “What's wrong babe? Still needy?” he smiles with faux compassion, patting the top of your head. “Come on baby, I know a great way to get you off,” he said, looking disturbed at this moment, smiling widely. He fixes his jeans and walks to a nearby bench in the dressing room coaxing you to follow him. “Down puppy,” he says pointing in front of him, sticking one leg out in front of him. You kneel on the ground once again avoiding his eye contact as he slips his dress shoe under your skirt. “C’mon baby, ride it.”
a/n: Dom euijoo……. Be beloved….. Might make a continuation might not idk yet
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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