Ი𐑼 wolf!park jongseong x bunnyf!reader
Ი𐑼 hybrid!au, fluff, angst, smut
Ი𐑼 sneak peek: jay's teetering on the boundary of his genetics and his love for you.
Ი𐑼 wc: 7.5k
Ი𐑼 cw: MDNI, explicit smut/sexual content, insecure jay, jay thinking about eating reader literally, description of body anatomy in relation to aforementioned eating… drool/saliva, nipple sucking, f!oral, unprotected penetration, bunny slick…
Ი𐑼 enchive's lttr: Hai guyz! I highly recommend you listen or at least check out this song called "an eater" by matt martians. this is what inspired me to write this, alongside jay's perfect knife promo pics as seen above x3 please enjoy i really loved this piece! <3 and as always, pls lmk if i missed any content warnings ALSO ALSO i was telling my friends abt this piece and they said “isnt that just Beastars…” i’ve never watched beastars so lmk if they are actually this similar..
Jay didn’t believe he deserved gentleness.
Especially not from you.
Every instinct in his body screams that he’s a mistake, that him being with you is a mistake. His canines were too sharp, his eyes too narrow beneath his thick, angled eyebrows, and his stomach screams at him to maul, maul, maul. He’s dangerous. He’s too dangerous to love something as fragile and sweet and innocent as you.
Jay didn’t believe he deserved to love.
Especially love you.
Love made sense for people without fangs that pierced like knives.
For bodies that didn’t want to consume what they cherished.
Your ears were long and floppy. Your eyes were wide, and somehow, they always held a glint in them, whether it was day or night. Your nose constantly twitched, scrunching up and down and around. Your moves were always rapid and quick, moving with an alertness that not even Jay could keep up with sometimes.
You’re so precious to him that it hurts.
Jay sometimes wondered how you could love him.
He watched the way you exist, so soft like a cotton ball. How you always prance around the room as if you were roaming a flower field. How you always paused before stepping into a room, ears tilting as if you’re listening to the air itself. How you always seem half-ready to bolt even when you’re relaxed. You’re careful in a way that makes his stomach churn with anxiety, because in any manner, you could be careful of him. But the fact that you chose him anyway sometimes pacified his worries. The same fact that you chose him feels like a lie he hasn’t caught onto yet, sometimes.
And when you curl up beside him at night, he goes impossibly still.
It’s not because he didn’t want you close. No, he wanted you close all the time. He wanted you curled up, your body seeking the warmth radiating from his body. But wanting came with teeth. Wanting made his body respond before his mind does, hunger stirring low and ugly, and he hated himself for every second of it. Jay thought of himself as having amazing self-control. He counted his breaths. He locked his jaw. He pressed his palms flat against his thighs so he wouldn't reach without thinking, digging his bared claws into the tender skin of his thigh to ground himself with the pain until crescent moons bled.
You never noticed. You were too busy in dreamland, letting out soft breaths as your mind conjured fantasies that Jay fondly believed were all sugar and sweets. Jay didn’t want you to notice. He didn’t want you to notice how his canines instinctively protruded at the sight of your unconscious body. How his jaw widened and widened until he had to force it shut by pricking his tongue with his sharp teeth. How he sometimes drooled because his stomach controls his mind, and his mind always wandered into how sweet your skin and flesh must taste.
Jay spent his whole life believing that gentleness is something he can only offer from a distance. Something he was allowed to admire, protect, but never touch. Something that he didn’t have the privilege of obtaining. Something that he just couldn’t have because he was a wolf, and wolves were destined to eat rabbits.
Yet here you were, fingers curling into his shirt, trusting him with your back, your throat, and your body.
Jay didn’t feel safe from himself.
But when he lowered his head just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his movements careful, reverent, and choosing restraint over instinct, it feels like the safest and bravest thing he’s ever done.
And sometimes, when you smiled at him, small and warm and real, he thought that maybe, love isn’t something he has to deserve.
Maybe it’s something he can choose.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Until his heart was bigger than his hunger.
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The kitchen was too small for the two of you.
Sunlight shone through the sheer curtains that covered the windows, casting rays of light onto your toes that hold your body weight as you try to reach the plates on the top shelf.
“Jay…” Your saccarine voice whined out, ears erect on the top of your head as frustration seeped through your pores. Your boyfriend laughed, endeared by the cute display in front of him. Your feet are clad in a pair of fuzzy slippers while your lace nightgown flows down your frame. Your hair is unkempt, as the first thing you did when you woke up is brush your teeth before immediately heading down to the kitchen.
“Jay, stop starin’! Need help!” You complained. Jay came up from behind you, steadying your trembling figure with a firm arm that slithered around your waist. He pulled you into his chest, letting out a soft huff of breath that warmed the skin of your neck. He pulled out your favorite plate, a cute porcelain that was a gift from your mother and a staple in your childhood. He set it on the counter so you could prepare your breakfast.
Everything felt safe. Jay felt safe. He felt secure until he let his uncontrollable eyes wander down to where your neck was exposed.
It was like you were baring your neck to him on purpose, tilting your head to the side to show off the delicate epidermis, which Jay could easily break into. If he just leaned down slightly with his mouth slightly ajar, he could pierce your skin. He could bite and tear off the flesh before utterly consuming you.
As if suddenly burnt by a flame, Jay pulled away abruptly, removing his arm from your waist. Even though he tried to keep his movements gentle, you still felt the odd jerkiness in his usual calm and collected mannerisms. “Jay…? Is something wrong…?”
“No, bunny, ‘m fine,” he responded immediately, a little too quickly. You frowned and jutted out your bottom lip, tilting your head slightly. Your eyebrows furrowed as the tip of your nose twitched around. Jay felt his heart swell with affection and adoration at your cute habits.
“You sure, Jay?” You murmured softly, eyes shining to mask the concern that you were feeling for him.
“‘M okay, just– thought I felt a bug.”
You shrieked and jumped into his arms immediately, your little cotton tail trembling from behind you. Jay laughed and caressed your hair, smoothing it down gently as he gave a tender pinch to your floppy ears. “Seems like it skittered away, bunny. Don’t worry.” He chuckled, deep in your ear. You whined and buried your cheek into his chest, letting out a contented sigh at the feeling of his body warmth.
Jay didn’t let go this time. He waited for the tension to leave your body, for the tremble in your fingers to ease where they fisted into his shirt. Only when you relaxed did he loosen his hold, hands sliding away as if he were afraid of startling you again. You tilted your head up to look at him, ears drooping a little now, curiosity replacing concern. “You sure you’re okay?” you asked again, quieter this time.
Jay offered you a smile, a reassuring curl of his lips that made you fully relax this time. “I am,” he said finally. “Promise.”
“Mkay,” you responded simply. You slipped from his arms and turned back to the counter, hopping slightly to grab the plate he’d set down for you. “Can you grab the bowls too, please?” you asked, already reaching for the bread. “I wanna make something nice today!”
“Special occasion?” he asked, leaning against the counter, watching the way your tail twitched and jostled around the hem of your shorts absentmindedly behind you.
You giggled before speaking up, “Every day’s a special occasion, Jay! I get to wake up next to you every morning.”
Jay swallowed. He busied himself with the cupboard so you wouldn’t see the way his expression softened and the way his chest ached with something dangerously close to gratitude. He handed you the bowls without comment, fingers brushing yours for the briefest moment. As you worked side by side, the kitchen slowly filled with the domestic warmth that came from the combination of the sunlight, the quiet clink of dishes, and the low hum of Jay moving around you as you tangoed into your breakfast routine. At one point, you bumped into him by accident, letting out a small laugh as you steadied yourself.
“Sorry, baby!” you chirped.
“It’s okay, bunny. Don’t apologize,” he said immediately, hand hovering near your elbow without quite touching. “I’ve got you.” Your eyes shifted down to his hands, the way they were fluttering around your arm.
You glanced up at him again, eyes bright as you leaned into his touch fully. “I know.”
Jay turned back to the counter, jaw tight. But it wasn’t from hunger this time, but from the overwhelming, almost frightening tenderness of it all. The way you trusted him so completely. The way you believed, without question, that he would always catch you.
So he pressed his hunger deeper and deeper and deeper, as deep as it could go within his body, so he could hide it where it couldn’t hurt you.
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The full moon shone brightly through the thicker curtains in your shared bedroom, as if mocking the sun that cast warmth on Jay’s skin mere hours ago.
While you were already drifting toward sleep, limbs loose and heavy with comfort, Jay lay rigid beside you.
He hadn’t moved in minutes, but it felt like hours to him as his body set itself in stone.
Your back was to his chest, the rise and fall of your breathing slow and even. One arm had flung itself backward in sleep, fingers curled loosely into the fabric of his shirt like it was instinct, like you reached for him even when your mind had gone elsewhere. Your ear twitched once, then settled, the soft fur-covered cartilage lying soft against the pillow.
Jay stared at the ceiling.
He counted his breaths. In through his nose. Out through his mouth. Again. Again. He told himself he was fine. He told himself this was no different than any other night.
But it wasn’t. The full moon was shining, making way for his true form to nearly rip out of his insides and possess his spirit. Your pretty little self was lying so cute and so vulnerable on the bed, your dainty fingers curling into him as if pulling him closer and closer, like you wanted him to eat you.
The scent of you was stronger in the dark, clinging to the sheets and his skin alike. Not just soap or sleep or home, but you. Your natural pheromones were emitting throughout the entirety of the room that not even the air purifier could relieve how heavy your scent was in his nose. Every inhale dragged it deeper into his lungs until it felt like it coated the entire inside of his chest. And it didn’t help that he could hear the sound of your blood rushing through your arteries, pumping out of your sweet little heart and returning back through your entire body. You shifted, a small, sleepy sound leaving your throat as you pressed closer, seeking warmth without waking. Your back fit against him too perfectly, the curve of your neck exposed where your hair had fallen away.
Jay’s breath stuttered.
His jaw tightened as it tried to lock itself shut. His canines ached. Not sharp pain, but a dull aching pressure that could only be satiated if he could just bite down bite down bite dow–
A deep, animal insistence crawled up his spine and settled behind his eyes. His mouth filled with saliva before he could stop it, tongue pressing hard against the roof of his mouth as if that might hold everything in place. He dug his claws into the mattress, trying so hard not to cave into his instincts. Into his genetics that begged him to ravage you and take you.
At the end of the day, you were prey, and he was your predator.
You let out another sigh, soft and secure and completely unaware. The sound went straight through him, settling somewhere low and ruinous. His head dipped before he realized it was moving, forehead hovering just above the nape of your neck.
He could feel your pulse there.
So close. He could hear the slow throbbing of your BPM beneath the three layers of your skin protecting your muscles, your blood, your flesh, your organs.
His lips parted.
For half a second– 30000 milliseconds—his instincts surged loud enough to drown everything else out. The thought wasn’t words. It was a sensation that made his brain disappear into a fog of carnal instinct. The tips of his teeth grazed your neck, leaving two red dots in their wake. Then, the horrible certainty of how easily he could eat you right there and then overcame the fog, spotlighting onto his frontal lobes as if trying to awake him.
Jay froze.
Every muscle locked as if his body had hit a wall. His breath came shallow, uneven, chest burning as he forced himself back inch by inch, like retreating from the edge of something bottomless.
“No,” he whispered, the word barely sounded at all. He didn’t realize he was muttering under his breath because everything was so loud, so much. His body felt cold despite his warm-blooded nature as the realization of what he almost did sank in. Of what he could’ve done.
He turned his head away sharply, burying his face into the pillow to inhale the musky scent of his shampoo. Smelling anything that reminded him of you would make him even hungrier. His hands fisted in the sheets, knuckles white, claws tearing into fabric instead of skin.
You stirred as your ears perked up at the sound of cotton tearing, brows furrowing slightly. “Jay…?” you murmured, your voice doused in drowsiness. Your hand tightened reflexively in his shirt, anchoring him back to reality without you realizing it.
He swallowed hard again, as if gulping down his hunger.
“I’m here,” he said quietly, forcing steadiness into his voice as his arm came around you, tight enough to hold you without trapping you. “Go back to sleep, bunny. I’m here…” Your ears relaxed almost immediately at the sound, trusting it completely. Your breathing evened out again, body melting back against his as if nothing had happened at all.
As if he hadn’t almost–
As if he hadn’t almost eaten you alive.
Jay squeezed his eyes shut. Maybe the dark mask of his eyelids could cover up the fact that he almost bit into you and ripped your jugular veins from your neck.
He stayed awake the rest of the night, unable to sleep. He kept holding you like something sacred and dangerous all at once. His jaw remained locked as he tried to breathe through his nose despite how uncomfortable it felt. If he could feel this much, feel how much each individual tooth ached to dig into you, then he couldn’t imagine how much damage he could actually do to you.
You believed he was safe, and he would rather gnaw at himself until his arms were just clean bone than ever prove you wrong.
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After that night, Jay couldn’t sleep.
In the mornings following that night, he’d sway back and forth as he sat around or did household chores. His body moved sluggishly, as if he were a walking corpse. His usual upright and perfect posture began to slope over as his shoulders slouched. He began forgetting where he’d put things, what he had eaten for breakfast, and would stare off into space as he sat on the couch. It wasn’t hard for you to pick up on his anomalous behavior.
At first, you thought it was just a bad night. You made him chamomile tea in the mornings, pressed a kiss to his cheek as always, and gently advised him to nap later. Jay smiled at your considerate actions, his heart warming at your care for him, but his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. He didn’t take a nap, but he drank the tea out of obligation to show you he was listening and that your care didn’t go to waste.
But when three days had passed after the incident, you couldn’t hover anymore. You watched from the living room as Jay tried to pour water into the kettle, but failed. The water sloshed over the edge and splashed onto the counter before dribbling down in beats onto the wood floors. He stared at it for a second too long, as if his brain needed extra time to remember what to do next. After two minutes, his slow hand tried to reach for the paper towels, but they too tumbled down the counter and onto the ground.
“Jay? Baby?” You softly spoke up as you made your way to the kitchen. You gently cupped his face, which he shied away from as he tilted his head left and right. “Baby, your eyes are so red... What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong, bunny, ‘m okay…” he murmured. You narrowed your wide eyes, nose twitching as if sniffing out his obvious lie. You pouted and tilted your head as his deception hit your senses.
“Jay… honey, when was the last time that you slept?” You asked, your voice quiet and filled with concern for your boyfriend. He opened his mouth to reply, eyebrows furrowing as his eyes went up to think about his answer. But nothing came out, and that was enough of an answer for you.
You guided him to the couch, your hands nudging his body down to sit. His frame slumped against the cushions, as if his bones were too fatigued to keep holding up his physique. You burrowed yourself into his side, tucking your knees into your chest as your head lay haphazardly on his shoulder. “Jay, please don’t lie to me…” your sugary voice began burning, bubbling up and crisping over into a hard matter that left guilt in its wake.
Jay’s jaw tightened as he looked away, staring at the far wall as if it could help him and turn him into one-with-the-drywall. His hands were clasped together so tightly his claws pricked into his palms like thorns. Silence stretched between you, thick and heavy. You waited for him patiently to speak up, and Jay silently appreciated how you never pressed further. You leaned closer, adjusting your head against his shoulder to remind him that you were there.
Jay exhaled, long and shaky.
“I– I can’t sleep, bunny. I almost hurt you,” he said, his voice laced with tremors as he tried to get the words out of his throat. It was like he was confessing his sins to a bishop. He tried to hide his face, not able to muster up the courage to look at your shining and innocent eyes. He felt your bunny ears thump against his shoulder. “A– A few nights ago, bunny… I– I almost ate you…” He choked out.
“You– you know I’d never want to hurt you, right bunny?” He swallowed hard, his throat dry, as he finally turned to look at you. You had an expression of curiosity and sincerity on your face, prompting his tears to finally spill from over his ducts. “I would never,” he continued quickly, panic threading through his voice. “I didn’t. I stopped. I swear I stopped, but I—” His breath hitched. “I was so close, bunny. Too close. And if I sleep, if I lose control for even a second—”
His hands trembled now, visibly.
“I don’t trust myself,” he weakly admitted. The way his voice cracked made your chest ache. Your nose twitched again as you sniffled loudly, your sensitive heart pumping rapidly at the state your sweet, sweet boyfriend was in. You shifted so you were facing him fully, small hands coming up to cradle his face before he could pull away again. Your thumbs brushed beneath his eyes, warm and grounding as they wiped his tears away.
“Jay,” you said gently. “Look at me. In the eyes, please.”
He did, reluctantly.
“You didn’t hurt me,” you said. “You stopped. You chose to stop. I’m here, Jay, you didn’t hurt me.”
His eyes burned as he let out a pained sound from his chest. “That doesn’t mean I won’t—”
“Jay, you won’t,” you interrupted softly, voice steady as you tried to anchor him back to you. You pressed your forehead to his, just like he always did to you when you were feeling down. “Jay, do you understand me? You chose to stop. You could’ve continued me and eaten me up, Jay, but you chose not to…”
“Bunny, you– you don’t understand… My teeth were right here…” He wailed, sniffling through the tears that streamed down his cheeks. His eyes looked upon your neck, upon the bite mark that was barely even there. Your hand went up your neck, poking and prodding at the tender skin. “Right here? Jay, baby, I didn’t see anything in the mirror…” You softly spoke to him, trying to reassure him. It was the first time that you’ve ever seen Jay so vulnerable, so torn down and broken. He sobbed and shook his head vigorously.
“Bunny, bunny, it’s all I can see… I– I was just so hungry, bunny…” He sobbed, finally letting go of his inhibitions and reaching out to you. You pulled him into your body, letting him cry into your chest. He tried to escape your grip, fearing that if he got this close, he would try to bite you again. But your gentle fingers scratching his scalp brought him a soothing sensation that he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in days. His jaw locked tightly shut while his hands clenched into fists, entangling the cotton of your shirt between his fingers. He redirected his attention from your neck to your shirt.
He clutched you like he was afraid you’d disappear, as if letting go would mean losing his inhibitions all over again.
“Oh, Jay…” you whispered in his ears. He choked out another sob and sniffled, letting out a crackly hum in response to your ocall. “I love you, my sweet Jay…”
As you continued to pet his hair and mutter sweet nothings into his ears, his breath evened out along the way. His exhaustion finally caught up to him, and his body went limp in your hold. His ears remained alert, upright, and twitching momentarily as he slept. But all that mattered to you was that he was asleep in your arms, peaceful and content.
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Hours later, you awoke to feel Jay snuggling his ears into your chest. You blinked, forgetting where you were for a second before perking up. Your boyfriend looked up at you lovingly, his tears gone, leaving Jay’s eyes puffy and slightly reddened.
“Hi, baby.” You giggled, pecking his nose. He smiled up at you, uneven and still a bit unsure.
“Hi, bunny…” he replied quietly. You rested your head back, giggling even more as your hand went to comb his hair again. He purred as he nuzzled his hair back into your palm. Your heated and soft body was pressed up against his chest, legs wrapped around his waist. Your ears flopped around lazily. “Did I wake you? Sorry…” He muttered.
“No, baby, you’re okay. Did you sleep well?” You cooed.
Jay pursed his lips together tightly as he nodded, embarrassment visible on his face with the way he tried to prevent the sheepish smile from crossing his lips. “Mhm. Slept well. Thanks, bunny.” He hesitated when he leaned in to press a soft kiss to the twitching tip of your nose. You smiled and kissed his nose back, your soft lips lingering on his skin. You dipped your head down to press another firm kiss to his lips, giggling once he pouted and looked down.
“I love you, bunny…” He softly said, his hands moving from your shirt to hold your waist. You cupped his cheeks and gently pulled him up, bringing him closer to your face before you locked lips with him. He kissed back, his movements clinical and controlled as he didn’t offer you anything other than his lips. You pulled away with a soft pout gracing your lips.
“Jay, baby, please kiss me back. You’re okay, you’re not gonna hurt me…” You pleaded. He blinked slowly before surging forward to capture your lips with his once more. You hummed, pleased at the contact. He crawled up to hover over you, holding himself up steady with his hand planted in the cushion. You tilted your head up, chasing his lips with a soft whine as he pulled back to catch his breath. You watched his Adam’s apple bob as he gulped, seemingly trying to control himself as his eyes fluttered shut.
“Bunny…” He softly called your name. “I– I love you… So much…” he confessed. You laughed at his shy admission. He swallowed as his eyes raked over your body. Your physique that fit perfectly into his like a puzzle missing its final piece, the sound of your racing pulse, the heat emitting from your flustered body. He pressed his forehead against yours, his breathing more labored than usual. You would’ve been concerned until you felt the heavy hardness between his legs press against your knee.
“Oh, Jay…” You gasped. His heart was thumping faster, beating hard against his chest as love swelled the core of his body. Your soft eyes, which gazed upon him, didn’t help his emotions from flaring up.
“Please, bunny, just– just give me a second…” He breathed out through his nose, trying to control himself. His eyes were squeezed shut as if he were bracing himself for something, but you were unsure what. You trailed your fingertips up his arms and down his chest, as if passing a breeze down his body. He shuddered at your feather-light touch.
“Jay…” you whispered his name again reverently, not even bothering to hide the need in your voice. Your ears began flopping around vigorously, so fast that Jay’s eyes couldn’t keep up with the rapid motions. “Jay– I– I want you…”
“B– Bunny, it’s okay, you don’t– you don’t have to do anything…” His mouth moved, but his tail spoke for him as it flicked around back and forth. You giggled as your legs tightened around his waist.
“I trust you, Jay. I trust you more than life. Please, I want you if you want me too…”
Jay growled, the sound reverberating within his chest. “Bunny, fuck.” He groaned. His body jolted as his instinct surged him forward, his nose drifting toward the soft curve of your neck before he caught himself. He froze, breath hitching, muscles locking like a bear trap snapping shut mid-close. He pulled back abruptly, hands braced on either side of you, eyes dark and wild. “I– I can’t,” he whispered, voice shaking. “I want to, but– I– I don’t want to hurt you…”
You reached up slowly, deliberately, giving him all the time in the world. Your fingers brushed his cheek, thumb stroking just beneath his eye where tension lived like a bruise. “Jay,” you murmured. “Look at me.”
He did. God, he always did.
Your ears drooped softly as you tilted your head to the left, exposing yourself to him. Your most vulnerable parts were open to his eyes and mouth.
“Are your instincts telling you to bite me,” you asked gently, “or are they telling you to come closer? You gotta pick one, Jay… you’re telling me that you’re hungry, but every time you get closer, you never bite…”
Jay swallowed hard. His jaw trembled.
“I’m scared,” he admitted. “I don’t know where one instinct ends and where the other begins. I want— I just want you.”
“Then let me help you figure it out, baby…” you crooned softly. Your fingers slid to the back of his neck, grounding, steady. “If you didn’t trust yourself, you wouldn’t have stopped before. You wouldn’t ask. You wouldn’t be shaking like this. I wouldn’t even be here, Jay, if you didn’t trust yourself. I’d be in your tummy…” You tried to joke to diffuse his anxiety. When he remained silent, you leaned in.
His breath stuttered as he felt your forehead press against his. “Jay,” you whispered, voice firm with certainty. “You don’t only have fangs and claws. You’re not just a wolf, baby. You have these strong and manly hands that hold me, a kind and sweet heart that chooses me, precious eyes that stare at me, and the cutest mouth for kissing me! Just because your blood might tell you that you’re dangerous doesn’t mean that you yourself are, baby…”
His eyes burned as tears threatened his waterline once more. “Bunny…” he whined quietly.
“Come here,” you said softly. “I’m right here, my love, promise I won’t run away…”
For a long moment, he didn’t move.
Then slowly, so carefully that it felt like reverence, Jay lowered his head. His nose brushed your skin, his head tilting at an awkward angle to ensure that his mouth would be as far as possible from you. He inhaled, taking a breath. Then he took another breath, and then another until his entire senses were consumed by your sweet scent. And when he realized nothing snapped inside him, when the hunger didn’t swallow him whole, and his teeth didn’t ache at all, his body sagged with relief.
A broken sound left his chest as he tucked his face into the crook of your neck, arms wrapping around you like he needed to anchor himself to something real. He sniffed at your neck like a puppy dog, before his tongue darted out carefully to lick at you.
You just held him, letting him slowly sink into your body. “There, there,” you murmured, fingers threading through his hair. “See? You’re still you. Still my perfect Jay…” you praised him with a soft smile adorning your lips. Jay exhaled, long and shaky, clinging to you like a lifeline.
“Y— Your perfect Jay, mmm…” he mumbled back in response. You giggled at his hazy parroting of your words. “Can– can your perfect Jay please make love to you?” He whimpered, his usual sharp eyes soft around the edges and foggy.
“Is my perfect Jay in a good condition to do so?” You quipped back, cupping his face to inspect his visage. His lips were pouty, eyebrows threaded together and tilted upwards in a soft and submissive show. You couldn’t resist planting a kiss on his nose.
“Yeah, ‘m good, bunny. Thank you. I love you…” He surged forward to capture your lips with his. You kissed back, gasping at the way your boyfriend took your breath with his mouth. His hands eagerly groped to take purchase on your body, pulling himself up and closer to you.
“Jay…” you pulled away.
“Bunny…” He whined. Despite his overwhelming strength that could easily overpower you, he picked you up as if you were made of porcelain to seat you on his lap. He tried to kiss you, but you simply gave him a quick peck on the lips before pushing his body into the couch. He let out a whimper in protest at your actions, but the sound quickly died down in his throat as he watched you pull your top over your head. His eyes immediately shot down to stare at your exposed chest, watching the way they bounced up as your shirt got caught on the supple skin.
His instincts weren’t telling him to bite you to eat you anymore. His instincts were screaming at him to bite you so he could have your body. His hand slid up to cup your left breast as his head lowered to lick at your nipple that pebbled from the chilly air. He flicked his tongue on the tender peak, watching your expression with fierce eyes. You let out soft whimpers that didn’t quite escape your mouth, your sensitive body jolting at every movement of your boyfriend’s tongue. You began to grind your hips down onto his bulge, letting out whines that were filled with the intensity of your yearning for more contact.
You let out a low moan as you saw the way his fangs slowly peeked under his upper lip, threatening to bare themselves to you once more. “Jay…” You hiccuped as his lips wrapped around your nipple to suck properly. “Jayyyy…” You dragged his name out into a whine as his mouth drew in your tit, suctioning around it. You cradled his head, arching your back.
“Mmm…” he mumbled back, furrowing his eyebrows at your cute wails of his name. He pulled out with a muted pop, leaving his saliva glistening on your skin. You couldn’t take it anymore. As much as you loved it when Jay worshipped your body, your needy little rabbit instincts needed more. You needed it more and more and faster and faster. When he tried to dive into your other breast, you gently placed your palm on his forehead. He stopped, confused and a bit nervous at your abrupt pause to his motions.
“Jay, please, just– please fuck me…” You gasped, grasping at his shirt and tugging on it greedily. “Jay, please.” You sniffled, tearing up. “I– I really need your cock inside of me…” You kept tugging at the fabric of his sweater insistently. He let out a broken sound, but this time, it was one of need. It was akin to a whine and a howl, and it reverberated deep inside his chest and made your stomach churn more and more with desire.
He picked you up and set you back on the couch, leaving your legs and hips hanging off the ends of the cushions. He peeled off your sleep shorts, which were already soaked through. He took a quick peek down at his pants, finally noticing the wet spot that you curated on them. He let out a fond laugh and went back to removing your clothes. However, when your cute panties came into sight, Jay couldn’t help the feral snarl that escaped his throat. You were so fucking wet. Your panties were completely soaked through, making them look like you just took a dive into a pool with the article of clothing. He parted your legs, spreading your thighs until your knees lifted to your chest.
“Baby, your cute little bunny slick is everywhere…” He groaned, diving in to sniff at your sweet scent. He kept his nose buried in between your legs, sniffing and breathing in your scent instead of pushing it away like before. Jay felt the urge to eat again, but the intense feeling didn’t originate in his genetics this time. It came from his heart, which pumped pumped pumped as his senses were utterly consumed by your delicious aroma. His teeth didn’t ache, but rather his tongue.
He couldn’t resist licking his tongue over your drenched undergarment. He let out another growl as his taste buds erupted with your sugary flavor. He pressed a few lingering kisses to your covered clit. “Tasty bunny. Just wanna eat you,” he mumbled, ensuring that he got every remaining drop of your slick as his tongue caressed your inner thighs as well. You let out soft mewls and hiccups as you watched him with hooded eyes, your ears floppily around lazily.
His index finger gently pricked you as it made its way down your panties, a quiet rippppp! resonating through the bubble that only consisted of you and Jay. The barrier that dampened your sound fell apart easily, leaving only flays of fabric that surrounded your shimmery folds. His tongue was wide as he pressed it flat against the bottom of your folds, before performing a long and languid lick up to your clit. You mewled as your thighs instinctively closed around his head, but he spread your legs back and pinned them in place with his firm hands. His tongue darted around as he tried to coat his tongue with your slick, the viscous fluid leaking from your hole faster than he could consume.
“Jay!” You gasped out, body jolting in an almost upright position as your sensitive body fell victim to his tongue. “Mmm, Jay! Jay!” You hiccuped. He growled as he watched you fall apart on his tongue, your shaking frame attempting to writhe around.
“Sensitive bunny…” he mumbled into your cunt, sucking on your clit to try to elicit more of your slick onto his tongue. “Like it, bunny?” Two of his fingers slid into you easily, given how wet your entrance was.
“Love it! Love it, Jay!” You wailed, sniffling as tears began to drip down your flushed cheeks. He looked upon you fondly, smiling at the sight of you so overwhelmed by the pleasure he was giving you. His fingers prodded inside of you, fingertips pressing into your gummy walls with a tenderness that made your form lurch. “Jay, Jay, Jay, Jay!” You screamed as your floppy ears tensed up, stiffening to stand skyward before flopping back onto your head in opposite directions.
Globs of your slick pulsed out of your hole, pooling on his tongue and onto the cushion. He eagerly guzzled down your nectar, whispering your name over and over as if praying to your body. He watched as your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath. Your eyelids were hooded, and your mouth was parted, letting out soft puppy-like pants. He pulled you up, your frame folding further inwards. Your body was nearly folded in half as he stared at your naked form. Your cotton tail was soaked with your own bodily fluids, the fur matted together to form a ball of nectar. Jay would’ve taken his time to lick through the coat if you weren’t slurring your words together, begging for his cock like a broken record.
“Jay, Jay, inside? Inside? Inside?” You were muttering over and over. Jay thought that you didn’t even know what your own mouth was spewing.
“Yeah, bunny… Your Jay’s gunna go inside.” He smirked, pulling out his hard cock from his sweats. He was dribbling pre down his shaft, his tip an angry red that matched the tint of your cheeks. He tapped the head onto your clit, rubbing your slick around. He thrusted against your folds, coating his girth with your nectar.
“Jay, shtop teasin’. Put it in alreadyyyy…” Your speech was garbled due to the drool building up in your mouth and the tears streaming down your face.
“Oh, my pretty bunny… Want it?” He smiled, stretching your body even more as his hands firmly gripped under your knees. You nodded, looking so out of it. Your face was glowing, bunny teeth peeking out from behind your top lip. Your pink little tongue was spilling drool as it stuck out, trickling the moisture down your chin.
“Wan’... wan’ it, Jayy…”
Jay wouldn’t deny you when you were begging so prettily for him. He pressed his tip into your leaking hole, snarling at how wet you were. He sank into your body with ease, growling as your tight walls wrapped around his cock. “Fuck…” You squeezed around him, clamping down eagerly to keep him within your channel. He threw his head back as his eyes fluttered shut, a hiss escaping his lips as he felt your body surround his.
“Jay, Jay, Jay…” you chanted his name, squirming around as his tip nudged your cervix. “Sooo biggg…” You drawled out, your saliva dripping down your chin and pooling in your collarbones.
“Yea? ‘m so big, baby? I know…” He cooed, tilting his head back down to look at you. Your ears flopped around lazily, hitting against the cushions and your messy hair. He surged forward to thrust into you with heavy movements of his hips, fucking into you rhymatically as if on a metronome. His rough movements contrasted against his earlier demeanor, the soft and apologetic Jay now taken over by his repressed desire.
Your mind was so foggy, your eyes bleary with the amount of tears blurring your vision. The only clear thing they could see was Jay. Even though his outline was a bit hazy, you could see his handsome face admiring you. His eyes were locked onto your body, jaw clenched. However, his muscles didn’t lock his jaw to keep his mouth away. No, his jaw was tight because he was actively focused on battering your insides, letting out soft grunts and growls as your high and loud wails pierced his ears. A shaky hand left from his hold on behind your knees to cup your cheek.
“Fee– feels so good, bunny…” He whimpered. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful– my cute bunny, all for me… I’m– I’m so sorry, bunny, my precious bunnygirl… so so sorry… I love you.”
“D– Don’ feel shorry, Jayyy…” You whined. “Love you…” Your legs were shaking as you tried to escape your impending climax, gifted to you by Jay. “Jay, Jay, gunna cum!” You yelped, unable to run from his thick cock slamming into you. You creamed around him, the combination of his base hitting your folds and your release forming a frothy ring that circumscribed his girth. But he didn’t stop.
He just kept going.
“Jay! Jay!” You chanted his name more and more, holding it in your mouth as if it were etched into your throat, your mouth, your tongue. You tried squirming around, but the uncomfortable position had you locked onto the couch.
“Sorry– fuck– sorry, baby, you feel so good…” He growled, pulling you closer to his hips to ease the tension in your abdomen. Your heels hooked over his broad shoulders as the back of your legs were pressed against his firm chest.You could feel his thick cock all the way in your tummy, pressing up against your insides as he slowly dug into your body once more. The cushions were soaked, but Jay didn’t seem to mind it. He didn’t even seem to notice it, actually. He was too entranced by the way your slick squirted out everytime he pounded into you, the base of his cock making contact with your soppy lips.
You laid limp on the couch, your eyes rolled up to the back of your head as he practically manhandled your body. But you didn’t care. Hell, you would let Jay fold you every which way if it meant getting fucked brainless. “Jay, gunna cum again…” You sniffled through a crackly voice. He shushed you and gently rubbed his palm over your knee to soothe your quivering body, shaking with pleasure and the force of his thrusts.
“I know, bunny, y’re pretty little pussy’s squeezin’ me soo tight,” he muttered back. You let out a prolonged and broken whine as you came again. He snarled as he snapped his jittering hips up, flooding your insides with his cum. Breathy and wounded whimpers escaped your lips as your shaking feet pressed him forward, closer to you as you pushed him in deeper inside. He let out soft pants as he stayed close to you for a few beats, before he slowly eased himself out of you.
“No, Jay… come back inside…” you complained through your out-of-breath tone. Your cute demeanor elicited an endeared laugh from him.
“Gotta clean you up, bunny,” he chided, slicking back his sweaty hair. His eyes then landed on your cunt, watching as thick globs of his release pulsed out from your hole and dripped onto the couch cushion. He bit his lip at the way it pooled beneath you, soaking through the fabric of the seat.
“Jay…” you whispered, soft and warm and utterly ruined. He smiled and left momentarily to retrieve a towel, gently skimming the fabric between your legs. He unfolded the towel to give you something to lie on as your fluids still continued to leak. Once he deemed himself done, he laid down next to you, pulling you into his embrace. His arms circled your waist tightly as he pressed soft kisses to your cheek.
“I’m here,” he rasped back, voice wrecked from his earlier guttural sounds. His nose pressed into your cheek, inhaling your scent before carefully trailing down to your neck. He sniffed and dug his face deeper into the crevice of your collarbone, still glistening from your drooling. His arms wrapped around you tighter, holding you tenderly as if you’d disappear once he let go. You nuzzled into his neck, completely fucked out and satisfied, your floppy ears brushing up against his jaw.
He pressed a long, trembling kiss to your shoulder, then your collarbone, before finally planting his last one to the corner of your mouth. “I love you,” he said, his voice quiet. You smiled and pulled him down with you, tangling your legs together like you were trying to keep him there forever. He leaned his head into your chest, resting on the comfortable, soft mounds of your breasts.
Your heartbeat pitter-pattered at a rapid pace, and Jay fell asleep to the gentle tune, feeling like he deserved it.
synopsis | you accidentally tune in to your roommate's special livestream... again and again and again.
details | roommate!euijoo x fem!reader, bestie!nicholas, forced proximity, thin walls, mentions of food, descriptions of eating, minor injury (finger cut), hotdogs, 18+ SMUT MINORS DNI, voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation, perv!ju, panty theft, handjob, dirty talk, praise, cursing, lowercase intended
wc | 7.5k
from the author | euijoo forehead save me. save me euijoo forehead
your package was waiting on the foot of your bed when you got home. the cardboard box was slightly crushed, the corners pushed in and the tape frayed like it had been dragged down a street by a rope. you'd been tracking it closely all week, since the contents cost about half of your paycheck and then some, having paid extra for a warranty. your anticipation had been growing all week not only because of the simple, modern-age dopamine rush of receiving a package but because, maybe, you'd finally get some sleep this weekend. and every day after.
that was if the item inside the box was less damaged than the outside.
"did you fucking sit on it?" you asked as you stomped into the kitchen you shared with your roommate, who was standing at the sink as if he were going to wash the dishes piling up but was, instead, scrolling aimlessly on his phone.
euijoo glanced up at you once, rolling his eyes as he flicked his loose, messy hair out of his eyes. he said, simply, "no, i didn't."
"well, somebody did," you sighed, navigating around him to get the scissors from a drawer, "i'm gonna be pissed if they're broken."
"you're already pissed," he half-laughed, shifting over to put distance between the two of you, like you were contagious with some incurable disease. he watched you, though, intently, as you swiped open what was left of the tape holding the box closed. or, rather, attempted to with the world's dullest scissors and apparently the toughest tape ever made. he cleared his throat, crossing his arms over his chest, "what's in the box, anyway?"
"if you'd have some patience," you grunted, shifting the box on it's side to get a better grip. but the grip wasn't better. in fact, it was worse, and the scissors clattered out of your hand, skidding across the floor and right by his feet. euijoo bent down to pick them up, and you sighed, defeated. he definitely thought you were incompetent. you had given him no reason to believe otherwise in your three months of living together.
"hand it over," he motioned for the box still caged in your arms, "before you cut your fingers off."
and when you handed him the package, he, too, struggled with wedging the blade between the concrete fibers. euijoo attempted an expert move, pinning the box in place between his knees and driving the scissors down the length of it with both hands.
"you're gonna cut your leg off," you winced at the maneuver, a bit prideful that you weren't struggling by any fault of your own. it was painful to watch, and the sight almost made you second-guess any invasive sentiments you had toward him. almost. he was undeniably attractive, tall and slender but broad and so boyish. euijoo carried a certain charm about him, like he was the teacher's favorite in school, like he had sold lemonade on the street corner and made no money because he drank it all before getting his first customer. he also seemed closed off in a way that reversed his charm in many situations; euijoo seemed to be actively fighting his personality off, like a mosquito buzzing in his face. he swatted and swatted. even now, he wanted to laugh at your critique of his technique when yours was far less successful, but he didn't. instead, he doubled down on making it work. you chewed at the inside of your cheek, "don't, like, stab it."
"do you want it open or not?"
"i'd prefer my noise cancelling headphones in one piece," you said, mumbling the next sentence under your breath at a volume you thought only you could hear, "i might finally get some sleep at night."
having a roommate had it’s perks– shared chores, shared rent, shared meals when one of you would make too large of a portion by accident– but it also had its drawbacks. having your particular roommate had one, very significant downside: the shared wall.
you thought living with euijoo would be convenient for the both of you, cheaper than living alone and in a cuter apartment, too, but it had grown to just be convenient for him. you knew him through a mutual friend, nicholas, who had personally recommended euijoo when you mentioned that you were looking for a roommate. according to nico, euijoo was helpful with chores and always paid his half of the rent on time, which was more than your previous roommates did. but you still didn't know him that well, having only been around him a few times in nico's large friend group.
"is there anything i should know about?" you had asked nicholas, just as a precaution before reaching out to euijoo about the apartment, "like, is he a sleepwalker?"
"uh, no, he doesn't sleepwalk," nico had laughed, then, a knowing, low chuckle, "but he's… kind of loud."
you could handle a bit of noise; you'd lived with gamers who shouted well into quiet hours, and your last set of housemates were sorority girls who sounded like they were competing in squealing matches every weekend. there was no possible way euijoo was louder than them— you told nicholas this, and he didn't discourage your decision to reach out to him the next day, offering him the spare room in your prospective flat.
the first night, you thought you had imagined it, the muffled grunts and curses that phased right through the wall separating your room from his. earlier that day, you could hear him on the phone, the way his voice carried right into the open space of the apartment despite the normal volume. you could hear every sharp slide of the plastic hangers on the rack as he organized his wardrobe. every slam of a drawer, every click of the light switch, every whir of the ceiling fan— it was like you were in there with him. but euijoo himself hadn't been loud in the way nicholas described, like a nuisance. he moved confidently, unafraid to bump corners or shuffle things around. for the first ten hours, you were inspired; you could have stood to be less apologetic, live a bit recklessly. but nicholas lived that way, too— confident.
maybe he snored, you had thought as you slipped into your bed. it was the only option left. unless nicholas had been pulling your leg, making you worry over nothing because he knew you would. your eyes fluttered closed, heavy after lifting boxes and unpacking all day. but just as you began to drift off, you heard it. you heard the unmistakable drawl of pleasure, the satisfied sighs and moans and strings of jumbled curses flowing from lips undoubtedly slack, and you knew only one thing for certain:
nicholas was fucking dead.
would it have been so difficult to mention that euijoo was some kind of sex addict? there was no other way to make sense of the sheer number of times a week your new roommate was moaning, alone in his room but talking himself through it like he wasn't. you were no prude, but you started taking a tally of the sleepless nights from how frequent his self-care sessions were. by night five, you'd barely slept a wink in your new apartment.
so, you really did hope that the headphones would be truly noise-cancelling. you craved a night's rest that didn't have a pre-show. but you didn't want to embarrass euijoo at all with your predicament. somehow, his comfortability outweighed your own. surely, it had nothing to do with his sweet, round eyes, dark like turned soil. or his patient smile, which dropped as soon as you let your grievances slip. i might finally get some sleep at night.
because euijoo heard it. he definitely heard it, telling by the way the scissors slipped in his hand and nicked the soft, golden skin of his finger like a thorn. he winced and brought the cut to his lips instinctively, dropping the scissors in the sink behind him. "shit," he muttered into his hand as you stuttered toward him and grabbed the half-opened box from his arms, dropping it to the floor.
"hold on," you urged him, like he had any choice, and began your violent rummaging through a drawer. somewhere, you had bandages. somewhere, you had your shit together, eight full hours of sleep, and a perfectly organized, ready-to-go first aid kit for situations like this, just in case two grown adults fail to open a cardboard box. your fingers combed through miscellaneous papers, pens, and rolls of tape until they landed on the box you were looking for. you sucked your teeth at the sight before you, "you might not like these, but they're all we have."
cartoon hotdogs scrawled in vivid hues of red and yellow, complete with giant eyes and cheeky smiles, decorated each of the bandages. some of them, with stick-figure arms and legs, were playing with various sport objects, kicking balls back and forth or hitting airborne items with rackets. others were surfing or sunbathing or rollerskating. euijoo pulled his finger from his lips, breathing a soft laugh as you struggled to unwrap the bandage. "nice," he noted, softly, a smile unfurling. you held his right wrist with a shaky hand as you stuck the adhesive of the bandage to his finger, curling the hotdog-printed material around until it sat snug right above the bend. his palms were unexpectedly soft, and you wanted to kick yourself for letting your mind wander. you imagined the way they might have felt sliding up the skin of your thigh, long and svelte. you didn't even notice you were holding your breath until you were finished, until you had concealed the small cut in the most obnoxious bandage ever created and finally freed the air from your lungs.
euijoo was holding his breath, too, watching your fingertips dance around his, steady and intentional and completely opposite to the version of you that worked helplessly at the tape securing your package. you released his wrist like it burned to touch, like you'd been caught, and wiped your palms down the front of your pants, "how's that? can you bend it?" he flipped his hand in front of his face, looking at the bandage with amusement, studying every inch of the design. euijoo bent his finger, slowly, wincing in one grand, exaggerated flinch before dissolving into a chuckle, your fist meeting his shoulder in an uncharacteristic shove.
"it's good," he laughed, lightly punching your shoulder, too, "thanks."
the headphones were in perfect condition despite the trauma the cardboard endured in its delivery. euijoo had cut away enough of the tape that all you had to do was pull the lids apart. you ran a few tests, alone and in the temporary silence; the headphones enveloped your entire ears as you tapped on furniture, clapped your hands, and clicked different surfaces together. nothing. there were traces of sound, sharp notes that twinkled above the muted pulse of your heartbeat in your ears like wind chimes. but, for the most part, you couldn't hear anything.
for the most part. you should not have settled for most.
it always started slowly, in a way that, to the untrained ear, sounded like euijoo was suffering from a tummy ache and had been struck by a wave of cramps. he groaned, sighed. you tried not to imagine what he was doing, tried not to stare through the wall like you had x-ray vision. the part of you that respected his privacy squeezed your eyes shut, just in case; the part of you that was human, that couldn't resist your body's natural and completely normal reactions, slipped one cup of the headphones off your ear.
"shit," you could hear him, muffled, "just like that."
it had to be some psychological torture experiment. having a roommate who was inconsiderately loud was bad enough; the fact that he was hot made it all the more unbearable, and you wondered if he was aware of how thin the walls were or if he was arrogant enough to not care. did he know he could get away with it? you predicted the answer was yes.
the truth was that all of nicholas's friends were hot, but most of them were less pompous about it than nicholas, who was visibly conscious of his outward appeal. his wardrobe, his hair— it all screamed i know i'm hot. but you'd never tell him that. euijoo's beauty snuck up on you. when you'd first met, his tall frame seemed to have shrunk behind the cluster of boys, lingering behind the onslaught of personalities that was their friend group. you'd noticed him later, when everything grew quiet at the end of the party nico invited you to following a slightly world-altering breakup. you had only agreed to go because your ex was, unfortunately, your only friend. meeting people seemed like a great idea.
nicholas wanted you to do more than just meet people, though.
"if you ever get lonely," nicholas had started his award-winning pitch over lunch one afternoon, "euijoo's always down for a good time."
you had nearly choked on your water. euijoo seemed like the least likely out of the group to be down for a good time. especially with you, to whom he had said a total of three words. he seemed more reserved than the others; when they jumped to ask you questions, bring you drinks, and drag you to dance, euijoo had sank deeper into the couch or slumped absentmindedly against the wall. he just looked disinterested, but looks could be deceiving.
"i'm good, thanks," you had wiped the water from your mouth on the back of your hand, choking down your embarrassment.
hook-ups weren't really your thing, hence the aforementioned world-altering breakup that stemmed entirely from your inability to let someone go. you craved emotional connection, long-term stability. you couldn't get that from a one night stand. you wanted to know someone, inside and out. you realized a bit too late that the closest you had ever come to real love was your own hand brushing through your hair, massaging lotion into your damp skin every evening and gently swiping lip balm over your lips every morning. and at night, it had been your own hand stuffed down the front of your shorts bringing yourself to orgasm.
you tried to fight your body every night. the guilt started to weigh on you, like you'd been keeping a secret, like you'd totaled his car in a parking lot and left a half-assed note on his windshield. all the while, your frustration bled into something hotter. you could feel it now, the burning between your thighs, so sharp it almost hurt. and so began your nightly routine: hear him, hate him, and then join him. from the comfort of your own bed, of course, with your laptop open next to you like you'd be paying any attention at all to whatever you decided to put on.
"fuck, baby," euijoo's hoarse voice seeped sinfully through the wall, and your legs involuntarily squeezed, desperate for any friction at all. you would have never admitted it, but you kind of liked the way the guilt amplified your arousal, even if you struggled to look him in the eyes every morning. the thrill of being caught almost outweighed the fear of it.
you quickly pulled up your preferred site. preferred was a bit of a stretch as you didn't really visit many others, but this one got the job done. the interface was a bit clunky, so you were immediately met with an onslaught of streams, both pre-recorded and live, catering to any and every fetish and interest; girls in latex or draped in lace, men in costume, or masked bodies roleplaying vigilantes in the shadows— it was all there in one flashing, oversaturated place. if you weren't half-drunk on your roommate's moans, you would have been severely overwhelmed. but instead, you scrolled and scrolled with your brows furrowed, not quite sure what you were looking for. were you even looking for anything? the thrill of watching usually did it for you before any dirty talk could, mixed with the mental image of your roommate across the hall with his cock in his fist.
god, you were fucked.
you clicked one at random. it didn't matter; the throbbing in your panties promised an orgasm before the site's sponsored ads were even finished running. but, quicker than you anticipated, you were met with the live feed of the stream, of the streamer's dimly lit room. you'd never seen this camboy before, even in passing, but you were not disappointed with your impulsive choice.
user byunny's webcam was angled low, tilted meticulously to reveal only what he wanted you, vaguely speaking, to see; in pixelated, dull light, the exposed skin of his chest and stomach glowed subtly, like headlights muted in sheets of rain, and the angle accentuated the toned slopes of his stomach. he was built delicately, sculpted with a gentle hand from his ribs to his hips which jutted, helplessly, into his hand. you felt your cheeks burn as his fingers wrapped tighter around his leaking, angry cock. the tip had been long flushed red, the length of it coated sleek and throbbing. his hips stuttered with every pained stroke from base to tip, his hips lifting to meet his movements in weak, pleasure-driven thrusts. sweat rolled down the soft expanse of his stomach, rolling down the curve of his waist and disappearing into the shadows of the background. of course, you were meant to be watching his dick, perfectly centered and begging for attention, but you found yourself lost in the details; the t-shirt bunched at the top of the screen, held up by his free hand to keep the flexing muscles of his abdomen visible, the swell of his chest as he panted, as his orgasm inched closer, and his hands. they were pretty, knuckles flushed with vigor, and his fingers were long. you followed the precise bend of his wrist to the golden flat of the back of his palm, all the way to his perfectly kept nail beds, all pristine— except for one.
secured neatly around one of his fingers was a bandage. the hotdogs were roller-skating, and they were skating directly up the length of camboy byunny's twitching cock. your breath caught in your throat as the thought did more than cross your mind. no, the thought pummeled through every other idea you could have had, knocking them against the sides of your skull and shattering them into thousands of pieces. deny, deny, deny, you thought, there are reasonable explanations for this. coincidences were real; you'd been in several of them. at the store, sometimes your total was your birthday. last week, a stranger on the sidewalk had been wearing the same shoes as you. certainly, these hotdog bandages were a hot commodity among wound-havers.
but, then, there was no denying it, as you heard, through the ear that was not covered by the headphones, the ear that could hear every sound euijoo made in his room next to yours, "im coming- fuck, im coming."
approximately four seconds later, traveling the bottomless pit of latency that plummeted for miles and still didn't hold a candle to the trench in the bottom of your stomach, the man on your screen arched up into his hand, his hotdog-clad finger wrapped definitively around the base of his cock. he groaned, in a distorted, disorientingly familiar voice, "im coming- fuck, im-"
you slammed your laptop closed.
"so, you really thought he was beating it every night for fun?"
nicholas found humor in everything, somehow. even this, which you delivered in a hushed and frantic tone in the center of your favorite cafe, made him snort so loud that every head turned and looked at you. you wondered if they knew, if just by looking at you they could tell that you watched your roommate jack off online. you wondered even more if they could tell that you liked it. that was the part that scared you— you had imagined that very situation for months, privately theorizing what he might have been doing, whether he was using a toy or rutting his hips into his mattress. but, back then, you had just heard him, and the visual in your brain was blurred, as if to protect his identity from your perverted brain. seeing him felt like a major violation, even if you were one of hundreds of people watching. did they feel like this, too?
"you didn't think to mention that euijoo was…" you lowered your head to the table, catching a clear whiff of your coffee swirling in your cup as you kept your voice hushed but frantic, "a camboy? that didn't seem like vital information when i asked if there was anything i should know?"
"it's not really my place to tell you, hm?" nicholas raised an eyebrow, swirling his cup in his hand. the liquid sloshed faintly in the plastic confines as he relaxed back in the padded seating of the cafe chair, "but i personally put two and two together after four days of sleeping like shit and losing my earplugs in my pillows."
"well, what did you do?" you asked, "like, how did you get him to stop?"
"stop?" nicholas laughed again, like he was wise beyond his years, "he can't just stop, dude, that's his job. you either pretend you don't know, play dumb, or you can ask him to keep it down… every night for the rest of your lease."
you realized then why euijoo needed a new place to stay and none of his previous roommates did. nicholas was chill, of course, and didn't seem too bothered by your current situation, but the other boys had shorter tempers, less patience. the idea of euijoo being kicked out of his previous apartment made you wonder why nicholas was so insistent that he would make an excellent roommate for you. everything he had said was true; euijoo was timely with rent, and he never complained about the chores you divided equally between the two of you. it was only the constant dirty talk after sundown and the wall-shaking moaning that knocked him down a peg. and now the fact that you saw his dick and can't stop thinking about it.
"i'm so screwed," you covered your face with your hands, experiencing, for what honestly felt like the first time, darkness and peace at the same time. until your phone chimed on the table below you. with your hands still pressed firmly over your eyes, you sensed nico's hand reaching across the table to flip your phone toward him. you asked, voice muffled by your palms, "who is it?"
"the devil himself," nicholas said with a smirk, flipping the phone back toward you as you slid your hands away from your face to read the text on your lockscreen. from euijoo, a simple question: can i move your clothes out of the dryer? nicholas sipped at his coffee as he studied the way your brows furrowed, as if the question required more than a yes or no. "he's like a housewife," he sighed, almost reminiscing, "does he cook for you?"
"if i say yes, will you take him back? sounds like you really miss him," you teased, half-joking as you typed back a hurried response of 'yes,' when you actually wanted to just tell him to burn everything and forget you ever lived there, that you were moving across the country, maybe even booking a spot on the next moon landing. and then you wondered if 'yes' seemed too enthusiastic. like, yes, please look through all my clothes! so you tacked on a quick apology for a final response of 'yes, sorry.' perfect. not too excited and equally regretful.
next to your other texts, the current conversation stood out because that's what it was— a conversation. your previous messages were brief and dry, ritualistic at best, letting each other know in as few words as possible that rent was on the counter or that there were leftovers in the fridge. it was strange to receive a text asking for permission to do something as mundane as moving laundry from the dryer, which you were positive you'd done before and just left his clean clothes in a heap on the couch. it was even stranger to see your phone light up again, this time with a third text in the chain. 'don't be sorry,' it read. you visibly gulped, stomach tied in an uneasy knot. had euijoo been cloned and replaced?
nicholas downed the last of his coffee as you stared into the blinding light of your screen. he stood up, clapped one sympathetic hand on your shoulder, and said, "no, thanks," he tossed his empty cup in the trash bin by the cafe exit, "i really like my beauty sleep."
when you returned to your apartment, euijoo had made himself lunch. he stood in front of the sink, hovering over the basin where the dirty dishes once sat in stacks to catch the crumbs of his sandwich, of which there were plenty. he probably wouldn't have noticed your presence if you didn't drop your keys on the counter, the sound of the metal clanging drawing his chin over his shoulder, drawing his eyes to yours. instead of greeting you, he nodded his head toward the stove.
another sandwich, untouched and resting neatly on a napkin.
you eyed it, suspiciously.
"do you not like turkey?" euijoo asked, cheeks stuffed full of bread.
he watched as you crossed the kitchen, closing the distance between you and the sandwich and, thus, you and euijoo. you lifted the top slice of bread, examining the layers of toppings. it actually looked delicious, which surprised you less than you anticipated. "turkey's good," you gave him a small, hesitant smile, "thanks."
euijoo hummed in reponse, gaze transfixed on the shrinking space between your mouth and your lunch. he watched your lips part, watched the bread rest on the plush flesh of them as you bit into the corner of the crust. as you swallowed the first bite, he asked, "so how'd you, uh, sleep? with your new toy?"
you would have dropped the sandwich if you weren't so hyper aware of his eyes on you, of his presence so close but so far, just within arms reach. the short answer was that you didn't; the long answer was that, every time you closed your eyes, you replayed the subtle tensing and flexing of his stomach as he drove himself to orgasm, the clenching of damp honeyed skin in the dim light of his room. you slammed your laptop shut before you actually saw him tip fully over the edge, but your brain filled in the gaps until sunrise. in fact, your brain was still filling in the gaps, even standing right next to him.
"great," you lied, rotating the sandwich in your hand, looking for the next best bite. lunch and small talk. euijoo had definitely been cloned and replaced. "yeah, they were totally worth the money."
"good," he nodded, watching as you took another bite. crumbs fell like fresh snow, dusting the front of your shirt, coating the fabric pulled taut by the swell of your chest. he inhaled deeply, releasing the breath as an airy laugh, "just curious since, you know, i have a personal investment," he wiggled his bandaged finger in the space between you, just in case you might have successfully repressed the image of his hand wrapped tightly around his cock, the bandage stark against the flushed underside.
you laughed, too. it felt like that was all you could do. "right," you said, pushing through the heaviness in your chest, at the creeping feeling that he knew that you knew.
the two of you ate the rest of your sandwiches in silence.
that night, your clothes were folded neatly on the foot of your bed, sorted by color. this, of course, incited a new wave of daydreams, this time of the domestic variety; you pictured euijoo, laundry piled high in his arms, making the trek from the dryer to your bedroom— thinking about him in your bedroom— tucking your shirts under his chin, pairing your socks, and lining up the seams of your jeans. when he asked to move your clothes, you expected to find them in a messy pile on your bed. instead, you returned to find pristine stacks and a turkey sandwich. nicholas's voice spun in your head: he's like a housewife; does he cook for you?
whatever guilt you carried that first night dwindled over the following weeks into a hollow pang in the back of your throat, the echo of a faucet dripping in a silent and empty house. you felt fully consumed by him; euijoo was a dark cloud, rumbling thunder in the middle of the night. you had accidentally trained yourself to get turned on by your frustration, so every time you slipped into bed and placed your headphones over your ears, your core fluttered. your stomach twisted into one singular knot that only grew more complicated the longer you fended off the invasive mental images of euijoo relaxing into his pillows, almost parallel to you physically. each of you lay propped up, laptop angled toward you, your own hands unraveling that knot in synchronized rhythm.
it was nearly every night for you, too, now. you even made an account on the site to skip the ads, just so you didn't miss a single second of his stream. it amused you to see other viewers in his live chat thirsting over him, and it made you proud in a fucked up way that you knew the truth, that you knew what color his toothbrush was, that he jumped every time the toaster went ding! and that he checked over both shoulders after to make sure that no one saw. for two weeks, you tuned into his streams. for two weeks, you had let yourself succumb to the building desire you'd pushed down until you were full, spilling over. and tonight, you would do it again.
you slipped your headphones over your ears, using them now to keep your laptop's noise in rather than to keep euijoo's noise out. the shame stirred in your chest, barely noticeable but still there, as you pulled up his page and waited. you could hear him in the kitchen, filling a glass with water and slamming the cabinet a bit too harshly for the hour. but you didn't expect any less from him. the floor creaked with every step he took to his room, the hinge squeaking as he opened and closed the door behind him. you could hear him opening drawers and pushing them closed. he flipped his light switch off, and you kicked yourself at the way your heart began to thrum in your chest, how quickly your finger clicked to refresh the page.
and when user byunny finally went live, you felt every part of your body that had once been aflame run cold, the wet of your veins shattering like icicles tossed upon packed snow. you were sure you gasped out loud, mouth hanging open, at the sight before you. euijoo's streams were usually slow, starting with a teasing, casual segment that showcased the growing bulge in whatever pants he had decided to wear. sometimes, they were sweatpants; sometimes, they were printed pajamas; always, they looked damn good on him. tonight, however, there was no teasing, no slow-paced stroking or conversation. tonight, there was no clothing at all except the brightly colored panties crumpled in his fist.
"what the fuck," you mumbled to yourself, leaning in closer to the screen to examine the baby blue fabric, stark against the angry red tip of his cock. the friction was audible, layered beneath his desperate panting. it seemed like all you could do was mutter the phrase over and over to yourself as your poor, confused body decided whether to be pissed. you couldn't deny the warmth that pooled between your legs, just as you couldn't deny the burn in your cheeks as you realized he was broadcasting your underwear to all of his viewers. the heat everywhere amplified as you thought about him rummaging through your drawers, picking through pair after pair in search of those specifically. or did he get them from your laundry, which he so graciously offered to move and then fold, unprompted?
surely, it was all coincidence. it had to be a gimmick, an easy way to satisfy another viewer's request. you'd seen him try all kinds of weird things in just the short time you'd been watching. one viewer asked him to hold a spoon while he jacked off and scoop up his cum with it after. another asked him to narrate every action and voice every thought he had, and the next night wanted him silent. every wish was fulfilled without any argument, any question; his obedience was one of his favored traits among his viewers. so, it made sense to think that someone asked him to get off with a pair of underwear, and it made sense that he had snuck a pair of yours to do so. it didn't have to mean anything.
"wish this was your pussy instead of your panties- fuck," euijoo groaned, twisting the material tighter between his palm and his skin. your mouth was somehow drier than sand, throat closing despite the drool that threatened to spill from the corners of your mouth at the way the thick vein on the underside of his cock gleamed in the harsh light from his screen. the angle was the same every time, highlighting the curve of his waist around the contracting muscles of his stomach. he choked out a desperate sound, "wish it was you- wish i was, fuck, grinding my cock against your ass until i couldn't take it anymore."
was he talking about you? few other explanations held up when you looked at the facts. he was fucking your panties— who else would he be talking about? an idea flickered, arrived in a flash and left even quicker: you would knock, once, on the wall. you would knock, once, on the same wall that drove you to insanity because of just how thin it really was. realistically, he probably could have heard the blankets rustling as you lifted your arm. he could have heard the grinding of your bones in your hand as you balled your fingers into a fist. he most definitely heard the solid, singular knock that reverberated, first, through your room. it was absolute, like the final placement of an empty mug on a coaster. in your headphones, you heard the knock again, about four seconds later. if nothing else, he would take it as a noise complaint, but the way his hand slowed, the way he inhaled like it hurt, told you that euijoo took the knock exactly as you intended— an answer.
euijoo released his breath as a dry, low chuckle. "are you watching, princess?" he asked, "i kind of thought you might be, but i wasn't sure." his voice was deeper than usual, rough like pavement, and it went straight through you. the pet name, the suspicion, the way he knew what you were up to the whole time and didn't change a thing about his routine. it was shameless, confident. euijoo adjusted the panties around him, flattening the soft cotton against the length of him and letting the lace trim decorate the top of his hand. "i hope you dont mind that i borrowed these. they peek out of the top of your jeans sometimes and drive me fucking crazy." he slid his hand up and down, slowly, bunching the material with every stroke, "do you do that on purpose? knock once for yes."
to everyone else, it had to have appeared scripted. perverted roommate gets caught by other, equally perverted roommate. it was all so real, all so shocking to you; were you that oblivious? had you been too distracted by how loud and hot he was to notice that he was distracted by you, too? how many times had euijoo watched you scurry from the shower to your room, peering through the crack in his door as you held your towel up with one hand? you'd done several things to try for his attention, of course, like wearing low-cut tops when your friends went out together, sitting next to him in the backseat and asking him so, so sweetly to buckle your seatbelt for you. but none of that seemed to affect him as much as the cheap, blue panties that sat just a bit too high for your jeans. you squeezed your thighs closer together, picturing his eyes lingering on your hips every time you bent over, rummaging through the fridge for a drink or untying your shoes.
you knocked once.
"fuck, i knew it," euijoo stifled a groan, "knew you weren't as innocent as you seemed. you wouldn't be watching me if that were the case, would you?" you could hear the smirk in his voice, "wouldn't be touching yourself to me, either— timing your orgasms with mine. too fucking sweet." your chest would surely be bruised from how hard your heart was beating, leaping forward and bouncing back off your ribs in erratic jolts. euijoo whispered, like it was a secret, only meant for you, "i can hear you, too. did you know that, doll? knock."
this time, you knocked twice for no. you were nowhere near as loud as he was, even going so far as to stuff your mouth with your shirt to ensure that you were more than silent. when he heard your knocks, he squeezed his long, slender fingers around the base of his cock, jerking his hips up involuntarily.
euijoo grunted, then hummed, "mhm, i can hear every pretty little sigh, every delicious moan. like music, baby. better than fucking music. to know im helping you feel good, so good you cant even look at me the next day— fuck." he gulped down any restraint he might have had, preparing to take a leap that would either result in you in his bed or him looking for a new place to live. "i wish you were here right now, fisting my cock for me," he said, "want you to make me come, baby. would you like that, too? i'm sure my friends here wouldn't mind."
the next knock wasn't on his wall but on his door, just as you pushed it open with a shaking hand. you weren't sure what came over you, what posessed your body and carried you from your bed to his room. the version of you that texted euijoo four months ago, offering him the spare room, would have never imagined that you'd have ended up here. as the door swung open, you took your first look at his bedroom. the door was always closed, even when he was out of the apartment, taunting you like a locked chest packed full of antique treasures and baubles. even in the dim lighting, his walls were charming, decorated with posters and photos. his shelves were lined with collectibles and keepsakes. every inch of space was uniquely him, aside from the corner of the room captured by the webcam on his laptop, which was undistinguishable from any other white wall and bed with plain sheets in the world. the only thing that stood out was euijoo himself, propped up on pillows to achieve that perfect angle you'd grown so fond of.
this angle was better.
this angle, peering down at him from your place in the doorway, revealed everything you'd been deprived of through the screen. his hair was disheveled, beads of sweat bunching the ends of his bangs into jagged points that stuck out every which way against the flushed skin of his forehead. his shirt had been discarded and left in a crumpled heap on the floor next to his bed, leaving his shoulders and neck to be carved by the harsh shadows from the computer's artificial lighting. the sheen on his chest traveled all the way to the top of his hips, where he was still stroking himself in slow, languid motions, as though he were trying really hard to drag this whole situation out.
"hi, pretty," euijoo smiled, and you could see it now, so sweet, so different from the lewd scene before you, "come here. dont be shy."
you crossed the room, timidly, and closed the distance between you, swallowing your nerves like two tough, chalky pills. he tracked your every move with heavy-lidded, dark eyes. the air was thick, hot; it felt like swimming, like being boiled alive. euijoo's skin was hot, too, as you approached him on the bed and his left hand reached out to brush your arm, to coax you closer. your knees hit the side of the mattress, slightly shaking the camera, which your eyes refused to leave. you could see your shadow cast over him, suddenly aware that there was still an audience, that just because you closed your laptop to come finish the job, the hundreds of other people didn't. in fact, they tuned in, closer, more intently. you were part of the show, now, and it made your throat feel impossibly drier.
"don't worry about them," euijoo reassured you, drawing soft circles on the skin of your upper arm, "pretend they're not there. just you and me, yeah?" you wished it could have been. so badly, you wanted to be alone with him, to have this moment all to yourself. this was as good as it was going to get, at least for now.
you nodded and repeated, "just you and me," as you crawled up into his bed, your knees sinking into the plush material of the mattress. your heart sank, too, all the way to the bottom of your stomach where it pumped all the blood directly to your core.
"there you go," euijoo praised, and you visibly relaxed, "i'm all yours, baby. touch me however you want, but you know how i like it."
and then you were touching him, your hand replacing his around the base of his throbbing cock, discarding the panties altogether. you'd done nothing but touch your underwear for weeks. you wanted to feel him. euijoo hissed as the cool skin of your fingers settled on him, setting him ablaze with a scorching sensitivity. the first real contact of skin on skin, of your palm dragging aching swipes down his twitching cock. his hips lifted as your thumb smeared the pearly beads of his arousal with every stroke. your touch was gentle, but your pace was not.
"fuck, just like that," he sighed, leaning back, hands threading into the loose sheets, "feels so good."
slowly, his persona began to crumble, chipping away more and more with every jerk of your wrist, until he was putty beneath you. until he was a perfect puddle, bucking up helplessly into your hand. it felt, for a second, like it really was just the two of you. until you caught a glimpse of your reflection in the screen, and your attention flickered from watching the blissful crease in his brow deepen and smooth to the frantic, desperate motion of your hand, blurred by the stream's lag. it melted the two of you into one, a muddled and pixelated form identified as human only by the sounds euijoo was unable to hold back the closer you brought him to the edge. whines, whimpers— all softer, more raw, than the exaggerated moans and grunts he put on for the sake of his audience.
with your hand wrapped around him, he sounded like he was yours.
"i'm close," euijoo blindly pawed at the fabric of your shorts, the inner seam undoubtedly soaked, "i was close before you even started, close just thinking about you."
there was something still a little unnerving about speaking, if not because of the hundreds of viewers then because you didn't want to slip up and say something wrong, something stupid. you were distracted by the possibility of saying his name, of giving away his identity by accident and ruining everything. so, you settled for eye contact, for dragging your nails down his side and watching as the subtle red welts followed in their wake. you settled for a quiet intimacy as his plush lips fell open and you shared the same breath.
all euijoo could manage was a rushed warning, a choked, "coming-" before his hips rolled one final time into your hand, his release spurting out and over in hot streams. a constant pulse of pleasure racked through his body as you worked him, slowly, milking every last drop until he was whining, doing everything he could to not chant your name like a prayer.
you'd have taken this over a turkey sandwich any day.
your hand, covered in his cum, stilled at the base of his still twitching, sensitive cock. euijoo, with his chest still heaving, reached over and gently wiped the back of your palm with familiar soft, blue fabric. that same gentleness you'd used in the kitchen weeks ago, when he had cut his finger helping you open your package and you'd smoothed the bandage over his skin, was staring right back at you, cheeks flushed and forehead sticky with sweat.
you were panting, too, like you'd done anything but ruin the underwear you were currently wearing. everything happened so fast, so suddenly that it felt like a dream, like you were sleepwalking. it was the same dream you'd drank herbal teas and massaged pressure points to avoid having every night, the one where you and euijoo ended up in a puddle of sweat. only you were awake, now, fully drunk on the scent of him, the sound of him.
and the look of him, just like the audience, which you were now acutely aware of as euijoo carefully wiped away the last of his release from your skin.
euijoo motioned vaguely toward the laptop with a nod, a confident and aimless tip of his head, "end it," he said and, with an arrogant, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his bitten lips, added "unless you want them to watch me fuck you senseless."
Pairing: &Team hyung line + 04z + fem!reader (separate)
Warnings: royal fantasy au, all stories contain smut so MDNI
Taglist: OPEN
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Pas De Deux
In the grand ballroom of the world, he finds someone who detests what he loves the most. Would he change your mind or would he find another to become his most beloved?
Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, p in v, unprotected sex (not for you), oral (f receiving), MUNCH K, hair pulling (m), lot of making out, reader faints, mention of under-eating, mention of food and alcohol, enemies to lovers, sun-moon parallels, lmk if I missed anything!
Status: Posted
Mellis
Softness wasn't a word in the Lord Commander of Sakuryn's vocabulary. All it took was a raspberry tart and a pretty baker to change that.
Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex (not for you), MATING PRESSSS, mention of blood, alcohol and food, there's a fire, reader has shitty parents, YEARNING FUMA, maki being a cute little shit, my cringey dialogue
Status: Pending
My Moon My Man
The First Princess of Phileon was a rather heavy title to bear. Especially when you wanted to become Queen. In a world where you were starved of power, your knight was the only one who supported your bloody endeavours. But was it his fealty that did it, or was it his heart?
Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, wet dream (m), masturbation (f), p in v, unprotected sex (not for you), fingering, virginity loss, themes of war and bloodshed (descriptions of gore towards the end), YEARNINGGGGGG, dramatic ahh verses
Status: Posted
Mystery of Love
Love, in both your opinions was a duty to be fulfilled. The universe, however, had more poetic plans for you.
Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, p in v, unprotected sex (not for you), fingering, arranged marriage au, mention of food, harua suffering, my sappy ass + euijoo so you guys know what's coming, euijoo just really really loves your neck
Status: Pending
Aubade in B Minor
Aubade, meaning a love song sung at dawn. It would be hard for him to sing one when you hated him.
Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, oral (f rec), MUNCH YUMAAA, p in v, unprotected sex (not for you), lowkey soft dom yuma idk, yuma's a meanie, ONE BED TROPEEEEE, taki very kawaii
Status: Pending
Amaranthine
The flowers in his kingdom never grew, always surrounded by blood and war. But then you showed him how eternal the beauty of a withering flower could be.
Warnings: TW ABUSE, SMUT MINORS DNI, p in v, accidental aprodisiac, virginity loss (f), unprotected sex (not for you), fingering, mention of blood and cigarettes, reader has bruises and scars, themes of death, maki being kawaii again we love him
Status: Pending
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A/N: she's finally here!!! When I first entered luneblr with My Moon My Man i was NAWT expecting to get this much into the teamies, they're practically the only people I write for now. So to pay homage to my first teamie fic, I've composed this series set in the same universe! I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you guys will enjoy it too (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤
Divider by @strangergraphics-archive and @uzmacchiato
General taglist: @eu1joo @7yataki @frenchkisstheabyss @yumangel @nichozzystuffs @blueuijoo @pglpblm @ikigaijo @antonh0lic @dearvampyr @riri4andy @tokunodoll @sunsoomi @makizdoll @solairemelo @cece0710 @/someonerandom909 + Shoot me an ask or comment to be added!
the events that follow after your boyfriend and his best friend kiss during a game of spin the bottle.
pairing: wang nicholas x fem!reader x byun euijoo
warnings: smut MDNI, drinking, threesome, MXM content (don’t read if you don’t like that), masturbation, nichojoo making out, fingering, hickeys, handjobs, blowjobs, nipple play, pussy eating, cum swallowing, unprotected sex, cumming inside (and out?), lmk if i missed anything.
wc: around 5k.
“no. absolutely not,” ej said, grabbing the empty beer bottle from the middle of the circle.
“hey, the spin the bottle gods have spoken,” nicholas responded, raising his hands up in defense. “they want me to kiss your girlfriend.”
you stared down at your lap, refusing to make eye contact with either of them. you’d only been at this party for an hour, and you were already regretting coming.
you’d wanted a nice, quiet evening in with your boyfriend, ej, and typically, he wanted the same. but it was his friend fuma’s birthday, so he had to come to the party, and you went along as well.
how you ended up playing a game of spin the bottle in a circle of only men was beyond you, though. so far, you’d witnessed some of ej’s best friends kiss, which was an interesting sight to the say the least.
but then nicholas spun the bottle, and for the first time that night, it landed on you.
“no one wants you to kiss my girlfriend,” ej argued. “especially not me or her.”
“come on already,” yuma whined. “either kiss or don’t—i’m getting bored.”
nicholas looked over at you. you looked at ej, ej looked back at you, and then you looked back to nicholas.
“oh my god,” ej huffed. “you can kiss her cheek, but that’s the most you’re getting.”
you let out the sigh you’d been holding in, relieved that ej made the decision for you because you weren’t sure what you were supposed to do.
so, nicholas crawled over across the circle to you, tilted your head to the side and planted a warm, soft kiss on your cheek, lingering slightly longer than he should’ve.
ej rolled his eyes, shaking his head in disapproval—not at you, but at his own best friend.
the game carried on, and proved quite entertaining as you got to watch many of ej and your friends share a kiss.
and then it was ej’s turn to spin.
of course, out of all the people it could’ve landed on, it landed on nicholas.
“wow, i’m pretty lucky today,” nicholas said with a glint in his eyes, a smile on his typically serious face. “tell me i get more than just your cheek.”
“you’re such a freak,” ej responded, and then he looked over at you. “it’s not up to me, though. it’s whatever y/n is comfortable with.”
your breath caught in your throat. everyone in the circle was looking at you now. it was all up to you whether or not you were okay with nicholas kissing your boyfriend.
you knew it was just a stupid party game. it wasn’t a big deal, and you knew how ej and nicholas liked to joke around and flirt sometimes. this was nothing. it was just a kiss.
“you can kiss,” you said, leaning back on your palms with a smirk. “just make sure to put on a show.”
“you’re a freak, too,” ej said to you jokingly, before turning back to nicholas.
the circle watched with anticipation as nicholas crawled across the floor yet again, then sank to his knees once he was in front of ej.
you watched carefully as nicholas brought his hands up to cup your boyfriends face, tilting his head up. ej gazed up into nicholas’s eyes, his expression completely serious. in fact, both of them looked far too serious for just a dumb party game.
their faces were getting closer and closer, their lips just an inch away. and then they were pressed together—nicholas cradling ej’s face in his large hands, their lips moving fluidly against each other.
you gulped, feeling your face start to warm. it seemed like they were actually into it, like they’d forgotten where they were and what they were doing, that it was just a game of spin the bottle. they seemed to have forgotten that people were watching them.
they weren’t even kissing anymore, but entirely making out. you swore you even saw a glimpse of one of their tongues for just a second, and it made your breath hitch in your throat.
“jesus, you guys,” yudai spoke up, laughing. “you can quit now.”
nicholas pulled back, lips glistening with your boyfriends saliva. ej stared up at him, a glimmer of something in his eye that you couldn’t make out.
if you weren’t euijoo’s girlfriend, you would’ve thought they were the ones dating. you felt like by just sitting there, you were interrupting something.
the circle fell silent—an awkward silence. nicholas cleared his throat, then shuffled back to his spot in the circle.
“um,” ej spoke, avoiding eye contact with anyone. “i don’t really wanna play anymore.”
you noticed he had his hands awkwardly positioned over his lap, and when he saw you noticed, he pulled his knees into his chest.
“me neither,” nicholas said. “i’ve kissed enough people.”
they met each others eyes from across the circle, then quickly tore their gazes apart.
“let’s go get another drink,” you suggested, trying to intercept and break the tension.
“yes!” ej agreed, hoisting himself up. “that’s a great idea.”
together, you two found your way through other party goers, into the kitchen. ej was quick to pour himself a hefty cup of liquor.
he took a long sip, then placed his cup on the counter and turned to you.
“i’m so sorry,” he said. “i don’t know what happened. i mean—i didn’t think he was gonna kiss me like that, and then it just kept going and we’ve both had too much to drink, and—”
suddenly, ej stopped talking, his gaze falling just past you, and he gulped.
you frowned, turning around to see what it was that had captured his attention. of course, it was nicholas, leaning in the doorway.
“that was hot,” he said, walking over to you two.
“shut up,” ej scolded.
nicholas chuckled, taking a sip from his red cup.
“well, y/n thought it was hot, too,” he said, motioning over to you. your eyes widened. “i saw the way you were watching us.”
ej’s eyebrows furrowed even further together, glancing over at you. both of them, with equally intimidating stares, were facing you, waiting for you to admit it or defend yourself.
what were you supposed to say? would ej get mad if you admitted that you did think it was kind of hot watching him make out with his best friend? would he think you were weird?
“i-i—”
you were sputtering out nonsense, still fighting a battle as to whether you wanted to defend yourself or admit the truth.
luckily, nicholas was there to do it for you.
“look at her,” he said with a laugh. “it’s obvious she liked what she saw. we’ll do it again for you, if you want.”
“no, we won’t,” euijoo interjected with a scoff.
and then, just for a split second, he saw it. on your face, a flash of disappointment. it was unconscious even to you, but it seemed like deep down, you were a bit disappointed that he wasn’t interested in recreating the show you’d seen just a few minutes earlier.
“wait a minute,” he said. “you actually liked it?”
“i-i mean, i don’t know,” you answered, struggling to meet either of their eyes.
“tell me, baby,” ej pried. “just tell me the truth. i won’t be upset.”
your face was pulsating, your cheeks red. it took you a minute to muster up the strength to give him the true answer.
“yeah,” you finally admitted. “i liked it.”
you glanced up at them for just a moment to see them exchanging some kind of look. you didn’t know what it meant. all you knew was that nicholas was smirking at euijoo, a mischievous little grin.
“you know,” nicholas said, setting his cup down, “i think we should get out of here.”
-
the three of you left the party together and ended up back at yours and ej’s apartment.
it was awkward, admittedly, sitting on the couch in between the two men. none of you quite knew what to say, and the silence was deafening.
of course, it was nicholas who eventually broke the silence.
“so, should we get it started?” he asked.
“get what started?” euijoo asked, already annoyed.
“you know,” nicholas replied. “your girl wants a show. let’s give her one. and now that we’re all alone, she can join in on the fun.”
euijoo glanced down at you, scanning your face, looking for the assurance that you wanted to keep going.
“you really wanna do this?” he asked you.
“if you do, i do,” you affirmed.
he took a deep breath, glancing from you over to nicholas.
then, finally, “fine. let’s go to the bedroom.”
although it wasn’t his apartment, nicholas led the way down the hall to the bedroom, practically skipping with excitement.
you and euijoo followed, and within a few seconds, the three of you were on the bed.
you were laying back against the pillows, while euijoo and nicholas sat beside each other down at the end of the bed where your feet were.
“did you like kissing me earlier?” nicholas asked, eyes trailing ej up and down.
“it was…” euijoo trailed off, searching for the right word. “fine.”
nicholas scoffed, offended.
“it was better than fine and you know it,” he replied.
you sat up on your elbows, hardly sparing a blink as you watched their faces get closer and closer to each other.
“i wasn’t thinking straight,” ej said. “it’s hard to remember.”
nicholas hummed.
“then let me remind you.”
he grabbed euijoo’s face in one of his large hands, rings probably cold on euijoo’s skin, and then joined their lips together.
you watched in awe at the way their lips seems to just melt into each other’s, how it seemed so natural the way they kissed, like they’d been doing it for years.
after a moment, ej brought his hand up and wrapped it around the back of nicholas’s neck, pulling him in even closer. at that, nicholas moaned into ej’s mouth.
you caught a sliver of one of their tongues entering the other one’s mouth, unable to figure out who’s was who’s. but then it became a battle of both their tongues, rubbing and intertwining with each other.
you squeezed your legs together, already feeing yourself getting worked up just from the sight of them kissing. all you wanted to do was to somehow get between them, to be in on their messy makeout.
euijoo pulled back a bit, glancing over at you to check on you and gauge how you were taking it so far. your eyes were blown out wide, lips glossy from how many times you’d licked them in the past few minutes.
“still doing okay?” he asked you, his torso pressed against nicholas’s.
“are you kidding?” nicholas said with a laugh. “look at her. she’s better than okay.”
ej noticed it but didn’t want to say anything so he didn’t embarrass you. it was obvious that them making out had made your horny, though. your thighs pressed together and your bright red cheeks were evidence enough.
he smiled a little.
“you can touch yourself if you want,” he offered.
that was all he said before he faced nicholas again and pressed their lips back together. you released a drawn out sigh, watching your boyfriend and his best friend devour each other.
you wanted to touch yourself, you really did, but it was nerve wracking to think about doing so in front of nicholas. he’d never see you in that kind of way, and you weren’t sure what he’d think.
regardless, he was occupied in something—someone—else, so you took the opportunity to slowly slide your hand down your body and into your pants.
straight past your panties, your fingertips brushed over your clit. you gasped, feeling how wet you already were, staring to rub the puffy bud in little circles.
nicholas’s hands trailed down euijoo’s body, desperately rubbing up and down his sides, pushing the fabric of his t-shirt up until it was bunched up around his shoulders. they pulled apart for a moment so ej could lose the shirt entirely.
nicholas’s eyes drank in the sight of ej’s bare torso, his hands gripping and rubbing your boyfriend’s supple skin.
“fuck, look at your little fucking waist,” nicholas practically growled against ej’s mouth. “you’re so sexy, juju.”
ej smiled and leaned back in, pressing his now bare torso against nicho’s as their lips intertwined once again. nicholas held ej’s waist as he slid his tongue back into his mouth, rubbing it against ej’s.
you couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips, your fingers gliding further down your soaked pussy. you dragged them down your folds and back up, spreading your arousal and staring at the two men unashamed, biting your lower lip.
ej pulled back from the kiss to look over at you again.
“why don’t you take some clothes off, baby?” he suggested in that sickeningly sweet voice of his.
you immediately obliged, sliding your hand out of your pants to take your shirt and bra off, all while maintaining deep eye contact with him. you almost didn’t notice nicholas stripping as well, revealing his toned abdomen.
you unbuttoned your pants and got rid of them, left in nothing but your drenched underwear. both of the men eyed you hungrily, but ej was the first to make a move. he detached himself from nicholas and made his way up the bed over to you, finally kissing you instead.
you tangled your fingers in caramel-colored hair, moaning into his mouth. he kissed you slowly, sweetly, carefully, and you wondered if it was the same way he kissed nicholas.
meanwhile, nicholas rid himself of his pants, left in nothing but his boxers. he stared as you and ej kissed, watched the way your legs quivered and spread. there was a patch of wetness on your thin panties, and it had nicholas’s cock twitching.
“do you want him to touch you?” ej asked, briefly pulling back from your lips.
you glanced over at nicholas, feeling a wave of insecurity and intimidation wash over you at the way he was staring with that hard look on his face.
“i-i—”
“he won’t bite,” ej assured you, glancing behind his shoulder at nicholas. “even if it looks like he will.”
nicholas fixed his expression, trying his best to look less threatening for your sake.
“you’re soaked,” he commented, inching his way over to you and euijoo. “let me take these off you, yeah?”
silently, you nodded, gasping when his cold, ringed fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties and slid them down your legs. you tried not to think too hard about it—the fact that you were now completely naked in front of your boyfriend’s best friend, your bare cunt on full display for him.
sensing your horror, ej leaned back in and kissed you, distracting you from your embarrassment.
you gasped into his mouth when you felt nicholas’s fingers swipe up the length of your pussy, gathering your excess of arousal. he spread the wetness around, and his fingers prodded at your entrance. just when you thought he was going to slide them in, he dragged them back up and pressed down on your clit instead.
you whimpered into ej’s mouth, humping your hips up into the air desperately. it made nicholas chuckle, and only aggravated you.
“she’s so sensitive,” he mumbled, slowly circling your clit with his middle and ring fingers. “you’re just as fun to play with as ej.”
ej hummed before he pulled apart from your lips, glancing down at where nicholas’s hand was rubbing you.
“don’t tease her,” he scolded. “she’s been good, you can fuck her with your fingers.”
you gulped, surprised to see your boyfriend take such authority when he was normally more submissive leaning. even nicholas looked surprised for a moment to be told what to do, but nonetheless, he obliged.
slowly and gently, he slid his fingers inside your pussy, getting you nice and stretched out. you cried out, gripping the bedsheet as your walls clamped around his slender fingers.
“fuck,” nicholas mumbled. “she’s so warm ‘n wet.”
ej began peppering kisses down your jawline and to your neck, and you felt like you were in heaven. the soft suction of his lips on your neck and nicholas’s lengthy fingers pumping in and out of you was euphoric. you didn’t think it could get better until you felt another hand on your pussy—euijoo’s.
while nicholas was finger fucking you, ej began to slowly rub your clit in circles, and your eyes rolled back into your head.
“oh my god,” you moaned, not even knowing what to do with yourself because it felt so good.
“is that good, baby?” ej asked you.
“yes, euijoo,” you choked out, clenching around nicho’s fingers. “it’s so fucking good.”
he smiled against your neck, continuing to kiss his way down until he made it to your chest. he wrapped his lips around one of your erect nipples and began suckling softly on the bud, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure and relaxation.
you couldn’t believe this was happening—you had two of the sexiest men you’d ever seen in your life pleasing you at the same exact time. ej rubbing your clit and sucking your nipples, and nicholas fingering you so deep that you were practically wetting the bed with your arousal.
suddenly, taking advantage of the fact that your lips were free now, nicholas brought his face to yours and kissed you—for real this time. his lips on yours and the way he kissed you was nothing like the way ej kissed you. nicholas was rougher, more intense. his tongue found its way into your mouth quickly, and you had to match his pace, so you rubbed your own tongue against his, exchanging saliva.
you moaned into his mouth, your fingers tugging on ej’s hair as he tugged your nipple between his teeth. you were practically riding both their hands, inching yourself closer and closer to your high. you needed it desperately, and you couldn’t hide it from them.
“you gonna cum, baby?” ej asked, gliding his tongue around your nipple.
all you could do was nod into nicholas’s mouth, unable to speak even if you weren’t kissing him. he plunged his fingers as deep as they could go inside of you, and your legs clamped around both their hands.
“fuck!” you yelped, breaking apart from the kiss. “shit, nghhh—i’m cumming!”
you threw your head back, releasing a strained moan as your climax washed over you. you tugged your boyfriends hair, tightening around their fingers as the knot in your stomach undid itself.
“fuck, that’s it,” nicholas cooed, watching the way your legs twitched as you started to come down. “so fucking pretty when you cum.”
he pulled his fingers out of you, and ej detached from your nipple. they were both sat on either side of you, looking down at you. ej carefully caressed your tummy, lulling you back down from the intensity of your orgasm.
“you’re so hard,” nicholas suddenly said, motioning to ej’s cock, straining obviously in his pants.
suddenly, nicholas was reaching over you to plant his palm against ej’s covered length, feeling it pulsate under his hand.
“fuck,” ej hissed, instinctively jutting his hips forward, pressing his cock further into nicho’s grasp.
nicholas smirked at his best friend’s reaction, squeezing ej’s length over the fabric of his sweatpants. he dragged his hand back and forth, but when he decided that wasn’t enough, he tugged on the waistband and tugged them down enough for ej’s length to spring free.
at the sight of your boyfriend’s dick drooling with pre cum, you eagerly sat up on your knees and positioned yourself in front of him. ej looked down at you tenderly, bringing his hand to the back of your head to guide your mouth onto his length.
you took him well like you always did, kitten licking up the precum from his tip before taking the rest of his length into your mouth.
ej sighed in pleasure, dropping his head back. you glanced up, only to find nicholas leaning forward and planting a firm kiss to ej’s neck.
“fuck,” ej groaned, bringing his other hand to the back of nicho’s neck.
it was hard to keep your eyes open with the tip of his long cock gagging you when it hit the back of your throat every few seconds, but you refused to miss what was occurring in front of you. nicholas sucking hickeys into ej’s neck was a beautiful sight, and you could feel yourself getting worked up all over again.
and it only got better when you watched ej’s hand carefully drag down the front of nicho’s torso, stopping at the waistband of his boxers. they made eye contact, seemingly exchanging information telepathically, and then ej was slipping his hand into the other’s boxers.
“oh shit,” nicholas moaned as ej began stroking him slowly. “fuck—that’s good.”
you watched the bump of ej’s hand moving in nicholas’s boxers, so entranced by the sight that you found yourself slacking on the blowjob you were giving.
“mmm, keep going, baby,” ej urged, drawing you back in with that coaxing voice of his.
you turned your attention back to him, pushing him as deep into your throat as you could go. you clenched your eyes shut in discomfort, hollowing out your cheeks.
you deep-throated him for a few minutes before he let you up for a much needed breather. when your eyes reopened, you found that nicholas’s boxers were to his knees and ej’s hand was pumping his thick cock in a rapid motion.
again, you sat back and watched in awe. the chemistry they had, the way they both seemed to know what the other one liked, left you dumbfounded. you truly began to question if this wasn’t the first time they’d done something like this with each other.
“finish him off,” ej suddenly said to you, and your eyes widened.
“what about you?” you asked, glancing over at his long cock, standing straight up against his abs from how hard he was.
“don’t worry about me right now,” he retorted. “wanna see you take nicho, okay? wanna see you swallow everything he gives you. can you do that, pretty girl?”
you gulped with nerves, but nodded nonetheless. it was always hard to say no to ej, not that you wanted to.
you sat yourself on your knees in front of nicholas, face to face with his cock. a long vein ran all the way up from the bottom to the top, and so you traced it with your tongue before wrapping your lips around his bulbous tip.
“holy shit,” nicholas moaned, his hand finding the back of your head—not to push you, but to keep it firmly rested there. “that’s it, that’s a good girl.”
his words practically made you purr, your pussy nearly dripping onto the bed. you were so horny despite having cum all ready, but you needed more.
luckily, your boyfriend sensed that. before you knew it, ej was spreading your legs and positioning himself between them. and then, from the back, he licked a firm, electrifying stripe up from your hole to your clit, a lick so pleasurable that you whimpered around nicholas’s cock, jolting in delight.
“oh, yeah,” nicholas muttered. “fuck—is that good? you like getting your pussy eaten while you’re sucking me off?”
you eagerly nodded your head, your mouth stuffed too full to speak. although, you figured that even if your mouth wasn’t full, you still wouldn’t have been able to say anything. you were so fucked out, already dumb and you hadn’t even gotten fucked yet.
ej drank your arousal and licked your pussy up and down, circling the tip of his tongue against your puffy clit. you didn’t know what to do with your hands, so you opted for planting them on nicholas’s sharp hips, which gave you the leverage to suck him even deeper into your mouth.
your moans vibrated around his length, and he fucked his hips forward, making you gag when he hit the back of your throat.
“‘m fucking close,” he warned, tugging on your strands of hair.
you blinked up at him, your cunt tightening around euijoo’s tongue in excitement. just the thought of nicholas cumming was enough to make you feel like you could cum soon too.
he fucked his cock in and out of your throat a couple of more times before tensing, and then you felt the first string of hot, salty cum, hitting your tongue. you swallowed it and continued to do so with the ropes of it that followed, giving both him and ej what they wanted.
and nicholas looked so good when he came—his face scrunched up, releasing an array of beautiful sounds, abs tight and glistening with sweat—that suddenly, you felt like you were going to release all over euijoo’s face.
“e-ej!” you cried out, pushing your hips back into his face. “oh god, right there!”
his tongue rapidly flicked up and down, and suddenly, you, too, were cumming. you released all over his face, drenching him with your wetness, and he slurped it all up, licking your cunt clean.
you collapsed flat on your back against the bed when you were done cumming, looking up at the two men tiredly.
“wake up,” euijoo said, spreading your legs and making room for himself between them. “i haven’t cum yet, baby.”
your body was pliant from you sleepy you were, making it easy for nicholas to pick you up and place you on his lap, your back pressed to his sweaty chest. you put your feet on the tops of his thighs, spreading your legs and revealing your glistening pussy to ej.
you leaned back against nicho’s chest, steadying your breathing as ej lined himself up and nudged in until just his tip was inside you. with how wet you were, it wasn’t going to be hard for him to get you adjusted to his size.
as he slid inch by inch, nicholas wrapped one hand around your waist and brought it down to rub your clit. he used the other one to slide up your stomach and land on your breast, tweaking your hard nipple.
you felt like you were on another dimension, sandwiched between these two men, both of them stimulating every part of you. you felt so good, you couldn’t even do or say anything except lay there and take what they were giving you.
ej bottomed out and was quick to start thrusting, fucking you at a consistent pace from the start.
“is it good, baby?” nicholas asked in your ear, kissing just below it. “use your words.”
“it’s so f-fucking good,” you cried out, your body rocking back into his chest every time ej thrusted into you.
“you’re so pretty,” ej whispered, leaning forward to peck you on the lips. “such a sweet thing letting us play with you like this.”
you turned your head to the side and met nicholas’s lips, letting him snake his tongue into your mouth. you rubbed your tongues together, moaning pathetically and tiredly as ej fucked you hard and deep, his tip quickly finding your g-spot.
“mmmmph, oh my god,” you mumbled against nicholas’s mouth. “it feels so good.”
“i know,” nicholas cooed, pinching your nipples between his fingers. “i know.”
ej stared down at you in awe, perched on his best friend’s lap, making out with him. it was such an outrageously hot sight that he wanted to take a picture, and that way he’d never forget it.
but he was too close. he couldn’t think about stopping now, not when his orgasm was rapidly approaching. you could tell, too, based on his hips were moving fluidly, his thrusting losing its rhythm.
“cum again for me,” he commanded.
you looked up at him with big, watery eyes.
“can’t,” you whimpered out.
“hey, yes you can,” nicholas cooed, pressing his fingers firmly onto your clit. “you can do it. be good and cum for us, okay?”
you tossed your head back against his shoulder, and ej couldn’t resist. with your neck exposed like that, he felt like a magnet the way his hand immediately reached out to wrap around it. he squeezed just slightly, applying only a touch of pressure, but he knew it was just what you needed to get you to the brink of orgasm.
you clenched around him, legs shaking and threatening to close, but he kept them open. he thrusted, once, twice, three more times and then abruptly stopped, buried to the hilt inside of you.
you came with a silent, choked moan, your entire body twitching in nicholas’s lap. ej stuffed you full with his warm, sticky load, panting like he’d just run a marathon.
he slowly thrusted, riding and milking out both your orgasms, fucking his cum deep inside of you, where it belonged.
you were a mess. all three of you were, but you especially because—and you hadn’t realized it—but nicholas had cum against just from his cock rubbing against your back a few times. you were covered in cum from the inside out.
ej pulled out and helped you off nicholas’s lap. the three of your lay beside each other, practically melting into the sheets.
for a good ten minutes, there was silence. you were dozing off and only awakened when you felt a wetness on your skin.
you opened your eyes and realized the wetness was from ej wiping you off with a damp towel.
“you okay?” he asked, leaning down to kiss you softly on the forehead.
“mmm, yeah,” you answered tiredly.
nicholas was off the bed now, cleaning himself off and redressing. you realized, even in your tired state, that you didn’t want him to go. you didn’t like how neither them were laying beside you anymore.
“wait,” you called out weakly, getting nicholas’s attention. “can you guys just…get back in bed? can we just go to sleep together?”
ej and nicholas exchanged a glance.
“both of us?” nicholas asked.
“yeah,” you said. “if that’s okay.”
nicholas, who’d just put his shirt back on, immediately took it back off and crawled back into bed with you.
“more than okay,” he assured, kissing your cheek.
ej chuckled and climbed back into bed on the other side of you, pulling you into his chest.
“i could get used to this,” you mumbled, closing your eyes.
and you could. you felt safe with both men there on either side of you. you thought that you didn’t want this to be just a one time thing.
“yeah,” ej agreed. “me too.”
the three of you fell asleep then, an end to a night that none of you expected.
fem! reader x k, not entirely sub! k but she tries to take the lead, usage of handcuffs, handjob, edging, overstimulation, dirty talking.
Trying to take the lead for the first time with your very dominant, bossy boyfriend Yudai wasn’t easy, all he had to do was put a hand on your waist, or whisper in that deep, quiet voice of his, and you’d go soft instantly. but when you were scrolling through the internet and saw those pink, fuzzy handcuffs, the idea came to your mind. You bought them in a second, with his credit card. Told yourself it was just a fantasy.
But now he’s already cuffed, the pink, fuzzy restraints snug around his wrists, stretched out against your pastel headboard like a dream. His chest rises slow and steady, but there’s a tightness in it, he’s holding himself back. You are straddling him, panties already soaked through, hands resting gently on his bare chest. You’re still breathing too fast, thighs a little shaky, and your cheeks are flushed because you’ve never done this before. He was always in charge.
Yudai’s watching you carefully, his dark eyes locked on every little movement you make. He hasn’t said anything since you cuffed him. Just that quiet, knowing smirk, he’s just waiting to see how far you’ll go.
You shift slightly in his lap, feeling how hard he is beneath you. It makes you gasp softly, and you swear you see his jaw clench at the sound. You look down, brushing with your fingers along his stomach, the hard lines of his abs.
“I… I want to touch you,” you whisper.
Yudai chuckles softly.
“Then touch me, babydoll. I’m all yours now”
Your hand trails lower, caressing against the waistband of his sweats. You fumble a little, and he lifts his hips just enough to help you pull them down. His cock springs free, hard, flushed, veiny and leaking precum already, and your breath shakes, he’s so big too, your hand looks tiny in comparisson. He looks wrecked already.
“You’re…” your voice falters, but you press on. “You’re so… hard. Already.”
He exhales sharply through his nose, arms flexing slightly against the cuffs.
“Keep talking, babygirl”
Your face burns, you’re so embarrassed, don’t really know what to say, you’re just copying what he says to you when he whispers how wet you are.
“I… I don’t really know what should i say.”
“Say anything,” he murmurs, his voice soft but shaking a bit in need and desperation. “Say what you’re thinking.”
You swallow, keeping your eyes fixed on your hand as it wraps gently around him. You stroke slowly, uncertainly, your grip a little shaky.
“You’re… you’re hard because of me, aren’t you?”
He groans, head pressing back against the pillow.
“Yes. Fuck, yes, just for you, baby.”
Your hand moves a little faster, and his hips jerk helplessly beneath you. He moans, deep and strained, and it shocks you how much power that sound gives you.
“You… you like it when I say stuff?” you ask softly, still shy.
He looks up at you, eyes completely glassed over.
“Baby, I like everything you do. But yeah. That sweet, shaky voice trying to sound mean? It’s fucking ruining me.”
You smile, nervously, but proud.
“Good.” then, a little more quiet “I want to make you come. Just from my hand.”
“Fuck.” He’s panting now. “You will.”
Your thumb brushes over the tip, and he twitches in your grip. His arms pull tight against the cuffs again.
“You’re not allowed to come until I say so,” you try, the words soft, tentative.
He groans like you just slapped him.
“Say that again.”
Your lips twitch, unsure if you’re doing it right, but you try again anyway.
You keep stroking him, a little faster, a little firmer, still blushing furiously every time he moans. You don’t know what you’re doing exactly. But the way he looks, the way his body tenses and his voice breaks just from your touch, tells you that he’s enjoying it just as much as yourself. You can feel how close he is. His cock is throbbing in your hand, leaking over your fingers, his thighs trembling. He keeps murmuring your name under his breath.
“I… I think you’re gonna come soon,” you whisper, breathless.
His jaw clenches.
“Yeah, baby. I’m close. Just a little more—please—”
But then something wicked flickers inside you. A tiny voice that says wait. What if you stopped? Just to see what happens? You slow your hand to a stop, just resting it around the base of him.
Yudai chokes on a sound, half groan, half gasp.
“Fuck,” he growls.
You giggle, nervously, still unsure, but a little thrilled.
“But I didn’t say you could come.”
He lifts his head again, looking at you with something that looked like awe. Wrecked, needy awe. His face was red, sweat starting to acumulate in his forehead and sticking his hair to it.
“Baby, you’re fucking evil.”
You smile shyly, fingers tracing down his stomach.
“You like it?”
He lets out a low laugh, ragged and breathless.
“I love it. You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.”
You start stroking him again, slow, torturously slow. Enough to keep him right on the edge, not enough to push him over. He whimpers, it’s the first time you’ve heard a sound like this come out of him. His hands clench into fists against the cuffs, and his thighs are trembling now, barely able to stay still.
“Please,” he breathes. “I need it.”
Your voice is still trembling, but you try.
“Not yet.”
He bucks his hips and you pull your hand away completely.
Yudai whines.
“You’re killing me,” he pants, eyes fluttering. “You’re so fucking mean like this.”
You shift in his lap, soaking the cotton of your panties, high off the power even though your heart’s pounding.
“I just want to watch you squirm,” you say, and it comes out soft, unsure, but still devastating.
You wrap your hand around him again, stroking just slow enough to make his whole body twitch beneath you. His cock is rock-hard, flushed and glistening with precum, and every time you squeeze him just right, his hips buck off the bed. But you’re watching him closely, waiting for that moment his breath catches, for his thighs to tense, for his head to tip back…
You stop.
“Fuck—” he chokes, wrists tugging at the cuffs hard. “Baby”
You sit a little straighter on his lap, trying your best to look stern. You clear your throat softly.
“You… you didn’t ask permission.”
Yudai looks up at you like he’s about to lose his mind.
“Oh my God. Are you trying to use my lines right now?”
Your face burns instantly.
“W-Well… you say it to me all the time…” You try again, voice wobbling but determined. “Be good and wait. You’re not allowed to come until I say so.”
His cock twitches violently in your hand at that, and he curses under his breath.
“Jesus Christ. That’s so fucking hot.”
You stroke him again, firm, slow, steady, until he’s gasping and twitching, his whole body tensing under you. He’s right there, barely hanging on, and you can feel the moment it builds too much.
You stop again.
He lets out the most desperate noise you’ve ever heard from him.
“F—Fuck babygirl, i can’t…”
You bite your lip and stroke him again, a little faster this time. He groans, head tipping back, hips jerking. You can feel how close he is, he’s been right on the edge for what feels like forever. You could let him go.
But instead, you stop again.
“Baby—!” he gasps.
You tilt your head, mimicking the way he looks at you when you’re the one whining.
“Did I say you could come?”
His head falls back onto the pillow, a ragged, half-hysterical laugh breaking from his throat.
“You’re such a brat right now.”
“I’m just trying to be like you,” you whisper sweetly.
He groans.
“Then you’ve learned way too well.”
You reach between his thighs again, barely grazing your fingers over his soaked, aching cock. He twitches violently.
“Please,” he murmurs, voice finally cracking. “Please, sweetheart. I can’t take it.”
Your heart flutters at the way he says it, his voice isn’t cocky anymore, is filled with need and desperation. His wrists pull weakly at the cuffs now, his muscles trembling, his lips parted in soft, ragged gasps. His cock is angry-red and soaked with precum, twitching against his stomach. His abs clench every time your fingertips so much as graze him. And his eyes are glassy, heavy-lidded, unfocused.
Yudai blinks up at you, and even like this, completely undone, there’s still nothing but affection in his eyes.
“You wanted to take control,” he murmurs. “And you did. So good, baby. So fucking good. But please, i need to come— please”
slowly, you wrap your hand around him one more time. This time, no teasing. No pause. Just slow, sure strokes from base to tip, your thumb swiping gently over the head where he’s leaking, so sensitive he’s nearly convulsing.
“Come for me,” you whisper.
He chokes on a sound and you stroke him a little faster now, your thighs squeezing around his hips as he starts to writhe beneath you, his chest heaving, breath ragged.
“Please,” he gasps, “please, baby, I—fuck, please—”
“It’s okay,” you say gently, leaning over to press a kiss to his flushed cheek. “You can come now. You were so good.”
His whole body tenses violently beneath you, hips jerking up once, twice, and then he’s coming with a guttural moan, thick ropes spilling across his stomach and your hand as his thighs tremble uncontrollably. He makes the softest sound, half sob, half groan, as it washes over him, his arms shaking in the cuffs.
You stroke him through it, softer now, until he’s twitching and panting and completely spent. When it’s over, he goes still beneath you, chest rising and falling like he’s just run a marathon.
You stay straddled over him, breathless, staring down at the mess and the wrecked look on his face.
“Yudai?” you whisper.
He blinks up at you, eyes hazy, lips curled in the smallest smile.
“Holy shit.”
You laugh softly, leaning down to kiss him.
“Too much?”
“No,” he breathes. “Perfect. Ruined me.”
You blush, shy all over again.
“I should uncuff you now”
He grins, voice still shook.
“Yeah. But when I get my hands back, you’re not walking tomorrow.”
It was fun, you enjoyed it, but when the next morning you could barely get out of bed, thighs shaking and aching because of him, you realised that definetely, you preferred much more when he was in charge.
𓊆西村力 x fem reader𓊇 💌 incest/stepcest, mean older brother ni-ki, use of niisan and japanese honourifics, p in v, creampie yk it ^3^ ni-ki gets cute aggression w his little sister, reader is smaller than ni-ki n he says that a lot ^^ non-proofread nor edited!
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ni-ki absentmindedly stirred his drink with his straw, the ice cubes clinking softly. he wasn’t really paying attention—his friend had begged him to fill in for this gokon, and he’d shown up mostly to be polite.
“what about you, ni-ki?” one of the girls asked, leaning forward with a teasing smile. ni-ki caught a glimpse of her cleavage peeking from her undershirt, but he wasn’t bothered by it. sigh—why couldn’t girl just stop slutting themselves out?
“what’s your type?” she continued, manicured nails drumming the table.
he blinked, letting out a soft sigh. “my type?”
she nodded. “yeah, like… what kind of girl do you like?”
for a moment, his mind went blank. then, before he could stop himself, words started slipping out—quiet, almost fond. a 180 degrees of turn from how he was acting just a second ago.
“i like my girl laughs a lot,” he began. “but not the big ones, the giggly ones. the kind where she covers her face a little, and she gets flustered so easily her face becomes red.” he hummed, resting his chin atop of his palm.
“i really, really, like cute girls,” he smiled to himself, eyes unfocused like he wasn’t really talking to anyone but her eyes were on his blind date. “maybe because i’m tall, so short girls are my thing. she’s so tiny, like i feel like i could lose her in a crowd if i looked away for a second,” a small laugh slipped out of him.
then, ni-ki blinked, and his vision unblurred. “not sure about you, but i have this thing where i like it when she’d get all pouty about small things. like when she can’t seem to clasp her bracelet, so she comes to me for help.”
a slight frown appeared between the girl’s crease before she smiled awkwardly. “wow, ni-ki, i didn’t think—”
“i’m not done yet,” he cuts her off, flashing a smile. “ah, she’s really the cutest of them all. if you see my type of girl, i think you’d like her too, reika.” he continued, smiling to himself fondly.
reika shifts uncomfortably, wetting her lips. “ah—you think so? maybe i should see her for myself. see what’s so different about us.” she joked to ease the tension, tucking a strand behind her ear.
ni-ki’s smile faltered, he blinked, but his expression remained blank. “nah,” he clicked his tongue. “i don’t think i’ll like you seeing my little sister.”
her eyes widened and she tried to laugh awkwardly to brush it off. before she could open her mouth to reply—something like, eh—you’re kidding? ni-ki cuts her off again, throwing his head back with an exasperated groan.
“ah fuck, i really wanna see her now.”
——
“h—hah! ki–niisan…” you panted, back arching in pleasure as ni-ki tugged at your arm, his fingers curling around it. he drew you back until your spin clashed his chest. your older brother drove his cock ruthlessly in and out of you, pulling back your walls around his shaft.
his eyebrows adjoined in the middle as ni-ki used his other hand to cup your jaw, tilting your head slightly to face him where he caught your lips. “f—fuck, shit, yn–chan, you’re so tight,” he rasped, running his tongue along your bottom lip.
you nodded your head, pussy clenching around ni-ki as the tip of the hard cock delved so deep it kissed your cervix. when you didn’t pull back from kissing him, ni-ki slid his hand down to cup your tits, rubbing your perky nipple between his fingers. “niisan—! w—wait, mh!”
your older brother slid his tongue inside your mouth where it tangled with yours, mixed saliva dripping down along your chin. he continued to rock his hips against yours, sinking down his cock, inch by inch.
“ah fuck, you’re so mean, yn–chan, how… how could you let niisan go on a date with other girls, hm?” he teased you, nipping the corner of your lips as his thumb and index pinched your nipple. you gasped aloud into his mouth, hands awkwardly by your sides.
you shook your head, rolling your eyes back as the sound of skin slapping filled your ears. “mh—n—no, ki–niisan… you’re the one who w—went without telling me…” you slurred, tongue darting out as your older brother fucked the shit out you.
ni-ki hummed in dissatisfaction, now holding you by your jaw instead of your arm. his soft lips trailed along your cheek and he tilted your head back to nibble on your jugular. “yeah… because my cute imouto doesn’t wanna play with her ki–niisan anymore…” he murmured against your skin, grazing his sharp teeth along.
ni-ki left marks like canvas, marking his territory—his cute little girl—his, as if the shared blood wasn’t enough proof. your head lolled to the side, tears falling down your flushed face, just like how ni-ki liked it.
your older brother has always thought crying looked the absolute best on you. teary, glassy, doe eyes with wet clumped eyelashes… trembling lips that you’d nibble to not let out sobs… cheeks red and flushed as you accepted your scoldings…
which was why setting you up was one of ni-ki’s favourite mean things to do towards you. he’d purposely let your parents scold you, then—but now, he liked seeing you cry because of something else.
“n—not true, you’re always so busy,” you whimpered, clenching around him. you’re so small ni-ki swore the shape of his cock was see-through against your abdomen. you’re trembling against his hold, toes curled on itself.
ni-ki clicked his tongue, rolling the pebbled nipple. “hm, you have to make up for it.” he rasped, placing a hand against your abdomen where he pressed down his bulge. you moaned aloud, tightened. “uh—huh, okayokay, please,” you pleaded, “ki–niisan, i wanna cum—please, please,” you squealed. your body would’ve dropped if it weren’t for ni-ki’s hold on your jaw, squishing your baby–fat cheeks.
“already? but niisan wants to play some more,” he hummed, feigning disappointment. you’re so precious and so innocent in the moment that ni-ki couldn’t bring himself to tease you any longer. besides, he felt his cock twitching and throbbing and spasming inside—and knew he was close too.
he started to mercilessly pick up his pace, plowing into your tight cunt. “okay, i’ll let you cum—if you promise me we’ll play again soon,” he murmured, pounding into you with no rhythm whatsoever. you nodded eagerly, growing needy to just cum already. “mmhm! i promise, i promise—please,”
the corner of his lips curled into a sly smirk at your neediness, he used both his hands to grip your wrists from the back as your body tilted forward. you gasped—thinking you were going to fall on your face, but ni-ki would never, ever let you fall. “ah—!”
the change of position allowed his cock to drive deeper, slamming the head against your cervix. “i wanna feel you cum on my cock. yn–chan, you’re made for niisan, aren’t you?” he panted, looking down at your pretty curved back, and your pretty ass slamming against his pelvis.
you nodded, breathing hard as you clamped around his cock. ni-ki has always been the kind of older brother that never gets sick of hearing one thing. he shook his head, twitching. “c’mon yn–chan, use your big girl words. tell me you’re mine.”
your head dropped for a second when he kept hitting your g–spot that had you seeing the milky way. nodding again, you choked out your big girl words. “yes—! i’m only yours ki–niisan, yours, yoursyours!”
satisfied, ni-ki slid out just to slam his cock back in, thrusting all of his inches inside you. in that moment, while you were practically hanging off him, ni-ki bursted, shooting ropes of warm, thick semen deep inside you.
you cried out, letting your juices and cumming from the overstimulation. your older brother kept cursing and moaning your name behind, groaning as his thrusts went sloppy. he didn’t slow down one bit despite ejaculating.
only after a few minutes that ni-ki slid out his sensitive, twitching, softened cock out—his cum leaking out of your hole. gently, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you back against him, settling you on his lap as his cock rested against your puffy pussy.
his hand caressed your cheek, pushing back the hair that sticked to your damp, sweaty face. chuckling, he pressed a soft kiss against your cheek with an exaggerated mwa—!
“you’re so so cute,” he mumbled against your temple.
student body president/tutor jay and his new favorite student | ⚠︎ - pussy eating |
Who would actually believe you if you told them who was in your dorm room right now? Absolutely no one. That’s how insanely lucky you were to have Jay Park sat on the floor in your tiny dorm room, tutoring you. As the student body president, he was the face of every brochure, with polite smiles in perfectly tailored blazers and a reputation for being the kindest person on campus.
You were lucky enough to get him as your statistics tutor and for the last hour, he'd been patiently explaining probability distributions but you hadn't processed a single word. You were too busy tracking the way his compression shirt hugged his biceps and trying to ignore the rumors that whispered through the campus, apparently beneath that diplomatic exterior, Jay was a huge dom in bed who knew exactly how to make any girl lose her mind.
"If the p-value is less than alpha, we reject the null hypothesis," Jay explained, leaning in closer to see the open pdf on your iPad, he smelt fucking amazing and you were resisting the urge to sniff him.
"Yes, reject it," you squeaked as you pointed at the screen but just when you were about to scroll, a notification banner dropped down with a sharp ping.
bestie westie: bitch! are u riding that presidential dick yet?? 💦 u know he's famous for that tongue first policy. stop being a fuckin nerd and let him bend u over ur desk and show u why they call him the president of orgasms!!! 👅
You could’ve sworn your stomach dropped to your ass and your finger paralyzed on the glass, staring at the incredibly graphic text that was now glowing between you and the most powerful student on campus. You lunged for the device but Jay was faster, he didn't even snatch it, he simply put a firm hand over yours, holding your finger in place so he could read every single vulgar word.
"J—Jay, I—I am so so sorry. She's...she's had way too much caffeine, she's insane, I'm going to kill her, I swear—"
"Quite the imagination your friend has," he laughed mostly to himself. He leaned back against your bed frame, watching you squirm with a smirk that made your heart hammer against your ribs. "But she brings up an interesting point. You've been sitting here for an hour, stumbling over your definitions and barely able to look me in the eye."
He brought face inches from yours and didn’t even hide the way his gaze dropped to your mouth. "You can't even handle me tutoring you through a basic statistics chapter, baby doll. So tell me...how would you handle it if I actually gave you that tongue first policy? If I took you right here on this desk and made you forget every single number in that textbook?"
Before you could move or think of more ways to apologize, his hand left the desk and found the hem of your skirt. His fingers were warm as they began their way up your thigh, the friction of his skin against yours was electric.
"You're shaking," his other hand came up to cup your jaw and his thumb dragged across your bottom lip. His fingers moved higher up your skirt, ghosting over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh with a precision that told you he knew exactly what he was doing.
"I'm going to keep going," he said with an unshaken heat in his eyes. "Unless you tell me to stop. Right now. Are you going to be a good girl and let me go ahead?"
Every logical part of your brain, the part that valued your reputation and your strict rule against meaningless flings was screaming at you to pull away. You'd always told yourself you wanted something slow and meaningful.
But Jay wasn't looking at you like a student or a peer. He was looking at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered, like the world outside your door didn’t even exist, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity with a man who felt like a force of nature and that’s exactly why you gave him a little nod.
Jay's movements were so efficient, he gripped your hips and hauled you toward him until your back hit the softness of your rug and his body was wedged between your thighs, forcing them wide. The friction caused your skirt to flip up until your panties were fully exposed to the harsh dorm lighting.
He reached down, hooking one of your legs and draping it casually over his broad shoulder to pin you open. His fingers began an agonizingly torturous walk up your leg, tracing the line of your calf with his touch light as a feather, till he reached the hem of your fuzzy socks. He paused there and a small, genuine smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Fuzzy socks," he commented. "God, you're cute. It's almost a crime what I'm about to do to you."
His thumb flattened against the crotch of your panties, the warmth of his hand seeping through the thin fabric. Then, with the expertise of someone who had clearly earned those rumors, he found your clit and began a steady rub.
The sensation was so sharp, so immediate that your back arched off the floor almost instantly. A loud whine of a moan escaped your throat and your hands flew up to grip his shoulders as your entire body buckled under his touch. You weren't just turned on by him, you were completely overwhelmed.
Jay froze at the way you were trembling, realizing it wasn’t just with pleasure but also with an unpracticed demeanor he hadn't expected. He pulled his hand back just an inch and snapped his eyes to yours, to search your face.
"Shit," he breathed while he watched you try to catch your breath just from a little rubbing. "Wait...are you a virgin?"
You gave a small quick nod, unable to find your voice as the weight of the moment settled over you.
"Aw," he cooed, the word vibrating against your skin as he leaned closer. "I fucking love virgins."
"Are you absolutely sure, baby doll? I won’t want to stop once I start."
You couldn't form a coherent sentence, the friction of your thigh against his shoulder and the heat of his gaze was making your head spin but you managed a breathless "Yes," that was barely more than a squeak.
Jay's smirk quickly returned, sharper than before. "Good girl," he rasped. He reached down and hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, peeling them away to expose you to the cool air of the room and his appreciative gaze.
"You’re really something, aren’t you?"
He didn't give you time to overthink it. He moved his head between your legs and let his hands grip your thighs to hold you steady. When his tongue made first contact with your wet folds, it wasn't just a tentative lick, like you expected, it was a broad, wet, and authoritative stroke that made your entire body jump.
He was clearly using that tongue first policy your friend had joked about with terrifying confidence. He lapped at you with a steady pressure, swirling and slurping his tongue around your sensitive clit before dragging all the way down to your gushing hole and prodding at it with the tip of his tongue. Is this what it’s like to get eaten out?
This was so overwhelming, it was so much more than anything you'd imagined, so much better than anything you’d ever managed to give yourself, so much so that you found yourself keening, moaning and whining so loud that it echoed off the dorm walls. You tangled your fingers in his hair, helplessly trying to pull him closer and push him away all at once but Jay just groaned against your skin, drinking in every sound of your undoing.
Your fingers had never been able to mimic the wet heat of his tongue or the way he seemed to know exactly when to flick and when to use a dragging motion that made your toes curl inside your fuzzy socks.
You went from soft, embarrassed whines to full moans, your hips bucking off the floor when you started to chase his mouth. You were desperate for the friction and your legs tightened around his shoulders cause you were trying to ground yourself against the fervor of what he was doing to you.
"J—mmm! Jay," you sobbed, your head thrashing against the rug.
The sound of his name seemed to ignite something in him, when you opened your eyes to look down at him you realized he as well was losing his composure. He wasn't just focused on you anymore—he now was reacting.
He was letting out small moans that vibrated against your sensitive pussy, his breath was coming in hot puffs that felt like fire. He was drinking all of you in, his tongue becoming more erratic, more starved. As he worked, you felt his body shifting below you, his larger frame was pressed against the floor and you could see his hips twitching cause he had started to hump your fluffy dorm carpet in short, involuntary movements, the friction of the floor was providing the only relief for the ache clearly building in his own pants.
Hearing and feeling him moan into you sent you over the edge, the fact that the most powerful guy on campus was losing his mind over you, was the ultimate aphrodisiac.
"Please," you gasped, fingers digging into his scalp and pulling him even harder against you. "Jay, oh please—don't stop...please! Ah!"
He responded with a deep hum, circling his tongue in a way that made your vision nearly white out. The final push of pleasure was nearly too much for your virgin cunt to bear. As Jay's tongue continued its excited assault, he reached one hand up with his long fingers finding your nipple through the thin fabric of your shirt and gave it a sharp tweak. You didn’t stand a chance against his wet tongue in your pussy and the sudden pinch above. You let out a high, wavering scream as your entire body stiffened cause you were shattering into an orgasm so violent you're left shaking.
As the aftershocks rolled through you, you instinctively tried to close your legs around his head, feeling your face burn with a mix of post orgasmic bliss and sudden shyness. But Jay didn’t budge, he kept your legs pinned wide, his eyes satisfied as he watched your chest heave. He leaned back on his knees on the rug and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Look at you," he drawled. "You're almost adorable like this."
The word adorable felt sharp, condescending even, coming from the man who was just moaning into your thighs. You tried to ignore the sting cause your head still felt foggy with need, need that made you reach out, fingers fumbling for the waistband of his grey sweats, desperate to return the favor. But Jay caught your wrists with ease and didn’t pull you closer like you expected. "That's enough for today, doll," he says, voice suddenly shifting back into that crisp, professional tone. He stood up, adjusting his clothes with an efficiency that made your stomach drop. "I have a meeting in twenty minutes. I'm free again on Thursday if you still need help with the next chapter."
You sat there, exposed and trembling on the floor, watching in stunned silence as he starts packing his things into his bag. He had just given you the best experience of your life and now he was talking about Thursday? You felt a wave of humiliation wash over you, you felt like a quick thrill he just checked off his to do list before a meeting.
"Wait," you whispered, your voice cracking as hot tears sting your eyes. "Why are you...why are you leaving like this?"
Jay stopped, his hand frozen on his laptop, looking at you and seeing the way your lip was trembling. The coldness in his eyes melted instantly, a look of genuine realization immediately replacing it, making him drop his bag and cup your face with both his hands.
"God, y/n," he breathes. "No, no—come on, please don't cry. I'm an idiot. I just...I didn't want to be the guy who took your virginity on your dorm room floor during a tutoring session."
"You deserve better than that, no? I want to take you out. I want to do this properly. Well..." he paused, a flash of hunger crossing his face. "Maybe I will eventually fuck you on the floor but at least let me take you on a date first."
He didn’t wait for an answer, catching your lips in a kiss, a slow, grounding claim, and as his tongue slid against yours, you could taste yourself, the salt and sweetness of your own pussy, still lingering on his mouth. It's the most intimate thing you've ever felt. He pulled back just an inch, his eyes hooded and intense. "I'll pick you up at seven tomorrow. Wear something cute for me?"
nene’s note ── i love a man with an appetite 👅. midsommer madness is gonna be long i think i don’t want to leave y’all without anything! so enjoy eater jay💋
Anonymous asked: Being arranged to jay in a marriage and hes distant at first but notices his new partner who has a nice plush ass, wide hips and plump tits. His brain goes mmm breeding material but youre just an innocent girl with a pornstar body?
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NOTE: tumblr wouldn't let me answer it as an ask :/ also, not proofread.
So, you're in an arranged marriage for more than one reason. Rather than being "innocent", you're just a total bimbo. Fr, everything you've ever wanted or needed has been handed to you on a silver platter. Your parents are super protective of you though, mostly out of fear that you'd be taken advantage of, right? right.
So, you've never had a boyfriend, no girlfriend, no friends [outside of the maids and nannies that you spend so much time with.] You were homeschooled, never expected to go to college either, because why work if you're already well taken care of and financially protected?
Your parents suggest an arranged marriage, mostly so they can choose and judge who you will be spending your life with. They don't trust you to go out into the world and find someone suitable, after all, so....why not make an arranged marriage work for the whole family?
Jay is the first son of a rich C.E.O and is expected to take over the business sooner rather than later. He's polite, bordering too-stoic, but very much a good man in your parent's eyes. He appears to see the arrangement as a business deal rather than anything else, after all, he was raised much like you were except...he's a man. He has needs, and they are frequently met by using the lovely little black card. He's not looking for love anyway, the late nights to the VIP club lounges is really all he needs.
Until he saw you.
Until he fucking saw you.
What he thought would be a great boost to business and a good little photo op, where you're married to him but both of you just do your own thing....turns into, well-
"Shit, are you a virgin?" Jay shushes you before you can answer. Your little whimper of "It hurts" ringing too loudly in his ears. Still, he feels the nod as he presses your face into the pillows with a hand at the back of your neck.
His eyes roll back in pleasure at your nod. Honestly, with a body like that? A virgin? He'd have figured you've fucked around by now. But you haven't, and that just might be the greatest thing he's heard all fucking day. So, he points his hips with intention now, penetrating deep. If at all because he can't fucking help it.
"Can't believe they're just giving you to me."
You can't answer with the corner of the pillow in your mouth and all, but even if you could, you wouldn't know what to say to him.
Marriage. Business. He'd support you, wait on you hand and foot? Yes. That's what you expected. Honestly, the idea of sex has been forbidden from you for so long that you half expected your father to keep that rule with Jay too, even after marriage.
And here you are, meeting him briefly at his house just a week before the wedding. Your driver had dropped you off, the intention of the visit being to finalize all of the wedding details and put in any last opinions considering neither of you are planning it.
You really didn't expect to find yourself face down on Jay's bed, where he ushered you the moment he saw you. Muttering something along the lines of "You're alone? Fucking finally."
It's not like you entirely mind either, it's not like he didn't immediately make out with you all the way to his bedroom. It's not like you didn't make out with him right back, even if you were surprised. It's really just the fact that you were totally unprepared to have a cock that big shoved in you for the first time on a Monday afternoon.
You've wondered for years what it was like to have sex, anyway, always fumbling around with your fingers and never quite feeling as good or as full as you do now.
It's overwhelmingly hot, pleasurable, even. And the fact that Jay is handsome only makes this that much better. You'll be marrying him next week anyway, why does it matter if you're letting him do this right now?
After next week, your father will no longer be controlling what you do. It'll be Jay, if he wants to. You can only imagine the amount of sex the two of you will be having after it's official, so...you enjoy it.
Moaning, groaning, feeling that pit in your stomach intensify with each push of his cock inside of you, his breath on your shoulder, whispering filth to you between questions to get to know you.
To anyone else, it would seem insane. But the fact of the matter is, you've never actually been together alone. Never had the opportunity to really get to know each other.
"You want kids?" He had whispered right against your neck, pushing deeper into you and holding himself there.
You nod.
"How many?" He half-groans.
You managed to moan out a "4", which had him moving faster, harder.
"Yeah?" He hummed, kissing your prickled skin and well aware that you're going to have him wrapped around your fucking pinky. "You feel that?"
And there it is, the feeling of his cock pulsing inside of you, thick ropes of cum shooting deep against your cervix, the promise of pregnancy coming along side the ring he's about to put on your finger.
You moan out, surprised by how you can feel it spilling out of you with each sensitive thrust he offers to you, seemingly pushing his cum in and out of you while simultaneously snaking his hand under you to reach your clit.
A whine falls from your lips at the sudden orgasm, so so sensitive, a feeling so intense and new because even when you played with yourself, never did you reach climax like this. You shake under him, clenching his spent length through your own orgasm until he gently pulls out and flips you over.
He eyes you over, only now able to see you this closely because he finally got you alone without one of your parent's attached to your side. You really are totally his fucking type. And you're all his.
"I think this is going to work out." He mumbles, inspecting you even more closely, ashamed that he didn't even get your top off before pressing you down on his bed. Embarrassed that he didn't have you facing him through your first time.
He'll make it up to you next time.
"I'll take good care of you, and I'll be more gentle too." He continues, watching you try to regain your balance of breath. "I didn't know you were a virgin..."
You smile, eyes drowsy, suddenly feeling very sleepy...comfortable. Knowing that this will be the very bed you'll be sleeping in soon enough.
"It's okay." You whisper, clearing your throat and then repeating it in a more confident voice. "If I didn't like it, I would just tell my dad."
Jay's eyes widen, fear reaching his expression as he stares down at you, but you're quick to reassure him.
OKAY IK THIS IS THE SECOND ONE but i love your writing okay...
can you please write something for softdom!jojo
cuz everyone be like he's a sub but idk why he's giving me the vibes of someone who would laugh at his girl's face when he's making her feel good...
anyways thank you in advanceee
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oh. izzy!!!!! my beloved!!!! don’t even tell me u love my writing pls im so easy—
and jo? oh. he definitely would!! (ㅅ´ ˘ `)
warnings: (18+) nsfw. smut. 🩸 soft dom!jo, afab!reader, slight dumification, eye contact, mating press, fingering, jo is lowkey a soft freak, fingering, attentive jo obsessed with ur pleasure YAY, petnames and soft kisses >.<
jo’s the type to really track every single change, in expression, every reaction, every twitch, every gasp.
he finds it endearing, how well you lose yourself and let yourself grow more vulnerable when he brings you pleasure. would remind you to relax, he wants you to be fully comfortable, satiated but still needy for more and to ease you into a blank state of mind. so when he gets to that point, sees it in your scrunching expression, in your unshed tears, in the blur of your hazing eyes, he can’t help but smile. a full on grin, at the complete lost of your words and how they muddle into soft whines, at the gentle way your body visibly slumps and spread further apart for him, at how much easier his fingers pump from the excess arousal you’re producing. he would get in your face, following your movement if you turn away, suck onto your lips with his own just so he can keep you there, staring up at him with despite whatever position he has you in.
mating press, your legs are over his shoulder and folded completely but jo is just marveling at how responsive you are. eyebrows raised and a small smile on his lips, he snaps his hips particularly harder and has to stifle a giggle when your nails dig harder into his biceps and your whine melts into a squeal. “like that?” like yeah, he’s making you feel amazing, making you cum on his cock and trembling when his teeth nip on your bottom lip to hide his smileeee. >///<
long fingers pressing, petting deep within your walls, he would make you express your ecstasy— even if you really really can’t. oh, but you will. “what was that?” his deep voice murmurs so close within your space, eyes flitting over every twitching muscle on your face, lips slowly curling at the corners as he watches you struggle, watching your lips pout around air and not words. he waits, but his fingers never stop, third knuckle deep and playing with your squelching mess, still expecting actual syllables. and he’ll keep asking until they formulate, even if they were whining, watery. “sweetheart, i asked you a question.” a teasing mock disguised as a soft command from the amused lilt of his tone, slightly amazed from how simple he has you from the pleasure.
“yes— yes, jo.. feels s’good,” you puff out, readjusting yourself and pressing your clammy palms against the sheets as you look up from where your hooded eyes stare. his own gaze was wild, dilated, softening as his eyebrows raise and his head nods in agreement. he knows you feel good, but it feels better to hear it in broken rambles. “so good, jo, please. good, yes, s’good—”
“yeah?” he hums with soft chuckles, giggling even harder when you absentmindedly copy his nod, still nodding after every question. he watches your eyes fall back downwards when his fingers curl right into that sweet spot, spoiling you rotten with more pleasure. “don’t i make you feel so good, baby?”
jo already knows. he watches you with his teeth sinking into his bottom lip, head tilting to really track your expression as you turn away. you don’t have to tell him, but because of the rush it gives him, it makes him straight up laugh in your face from how adorable you are.
jo can’t help itttt, like god, it feels so good when you feel good.
oh, you’re aware of his staring obsession, and you can’t understand why he’s so giggly and smiley in the heat of it, but when your clouded mind clears and you’re seeing his proud and prideful smile, you push away his face with a weak hand on his cheek upon realizing. that’s when he finally lets out the bright laugh he was struggling on holding back that entire time, swiftly dodging your hand and giving you space to recover. ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა
pairing: jay x reader || wc: 1.9k || cw: smut! established relationship, kissing, making out, breast/nipple play, p in v, light begging, dirty talk, praise, use of petnames, strong language || warnings: +18 content, mdni! || a/n: based on this request and OH MY GOD ,,,, the header is horrendous don’t mind it
it happens on a random monday evening, on an ordinary night that shouldn’t feel this electric.
you’re in jay’s apartment again, the one with the big windows overlooking the city lights and the faint scent of his cologne lingering on every surface.
you were supposed to be talking, only a playful, little chat between boyfriend and girlfriend. but somewhere between his teasing words and your growing boldness, it turned into you straddling his lap on the couch, mouths fused together in a slow, hungry makeout.
jay’s hands rest heavy on your hips, thumbs slipping under the hem of your shirt to stroke warm circles against your skin.
he kisses like he has all the time in the world and yet can’t get enough, tongue sliding against yours in lazy strokes that make your head spin. you sigh into his mouth, fingers threading through his dark hair, tugging lightly the way he likes. he groans softly, the sound vibrating between you.
curious and a little greedy, your hands wander lower, sliding from his shoulders down his chest. his shirt is unbuttoned halfway — a casualty of earlier teasing — and your palms press flat against the firm warmth of his pecs. you squeeze experimentally, thumbs brushing over the flat discs of his nipples, and jay jolts like he’s been shocked.
a sharp, broken inhale escapes him. his hips twitch up against yours involuntarily, and the kiss falters for half a second.
you pull back just enough to look at him, lips still brushing. “jay?”
his cheeks are flushed, eyes darker than usual, pupils blown wide. he tries to play it cool, clearing his throat. “nothing. keep going.”
but you’re not stupid. you repeat the motion — slower this time, thumbs circling his nipples deliberately. they harden instantly under your touch, and jay’s head falls back against the couch with a low, wrecked sound.
“fuck,” he breathes, voice rough. “they’re… sensitive.”
your heart skips. a rush of heat floods through you as the realization sinks in. park jongseong — calm, teasing, always-in-control jay — has sensitive nipples. the discovery feels like unlocking a secret weapon. you test it again, pinching one lightly between thumb and forefinger, and his reaction is immediate: a full-body shiver, fingers digging harder into your hips, a quiet whimper slipping out before he can swallow it.
“oh my god,” you whisper, fascinated. “you really like that.”
he doesn’t deny it. instead he pulls you back down into a kiss that’s suddenly much messier, more desperate. from that moment on, nothing is ever the same.
after that night, you become obsessed.
there are no more dull moments when you’re together. you find excuses to touch him there constantly. during a movie night when you’re curled up against his side, your hand slips under his hoodie without warning, fingers seeking out the soft, squishy flesh of his pecs. you knead them gently, thumbs flicking over his nipples until they pebble, and jay’s breath hitches mid-sentence, the popcorn bowl nearly forgotten in his lap.
“baby,” he mutters, voice strained, but he doesn’t stop you. if anything, he arches slightly into your touch, chest pushing forward like he’s offering himself up.
in public it’s subtler but still dangerous. a quick hug hello turns into your palms pressing against his chest “by accident,” pinching lightly through his shirt when no one’s looking. his ears go red every single time, jaw clenching as he fights to keep a straight face while talking to sunghoon or whoever else is around. you love the power of it — how this composed man turns into putty the second your hands find his chest.
makeout sessions become something else entirely.
you push him against the wall one afternoon after work, hands already working his shirt open before the door even clicks shut. your mouth trails from his lips to his neck, then lower, while your fingers never leave his pecs — squeezing, rolling his nipples, pinching just hard enough to make his knees weaken. jay moans openly now, head back against the wall, hips grinding helplessly against yours.
“you’re going to kill me,” he pants, but his hands cradle the back of your head like he never wants you to stop. “fuck, i love when you play with them.”
you hum in satisfaction and latch your mouth onto one nipple, sucking hard. jay’s hand flies to your hair, gripping tight as a broken whimper escapes him. you lick and bite gently, alternating sides, leaving faint red marks that bloom into soft hickeys by the next morning. he never complains. if anything, he wears the collar of his shirts a little lower those days, like he secretly hopes you’ll do it again.
the obsession peaks during sex.
one night you’re riding him slow and deep, the room filled with the wet sounds of skin and heavy breathing. jay’s hands are everywhere — on your ass, your waist, your breasts — but you can tell he’s holding back, eyes glassy with pleasure. you lean down, changing the angle, and drag your nails lightly over his chest before pinching both nipples at once.
jay’s reaction is visceral. his back arches clean off the bed, a loud, needy moan ripping from his throat. “shit— baby, please—”
“please what?” you ask sweetly, rolling your hips while continuing to toy with him. you pinch and tug, then soothe with your palms, squeezing the soft muscle of his pecs.
his eyes squeeze shut, lips parted. “touch me there… harder. fuck, i love your hands on my chest. don’t stop— please don’t stop.”
he begs so prettily it makes you dizzy. and you give him exactly what he wants — licking broad stripes over his nipples, sucking them into your mouth until they’re swollen and glistening, biting down just enough to make him hiss and thrust up into you harder. you cover his chest in hickeys, little purple marks that claim him as yours. every time you press on one later, he’ll shiver and pull you in for a kiss.
and jay, never one to be outdone, returns the favor with devastating enthusiasm.
the first time he does it, you’re on your back, legs wrapped around his waist as he fucks you deep and steady. he moves his head closer, mouth latching onto your nipple without warning, sucking hard while his fingers play with the other. the dual sensation makes you cry out, back arching.
“jay—!”
he lifts his head just enough to smirk, eyes dark. “not so fun when it’s you, huh?” but his voice is wrecked, and he immediately goes back to it — licking, sucking, gently biting, mirroring everything you do to him. his hands knead your breasts possessively, thumbs flicking over your nipples until you’re shaking and clenching around him.
from then on it becomes mutual worship. lazy mornings turn into both of you tangled together, hands and mouths on each other’s chests, trading moans and whispers. he loves sucking on yours until you’re dripping and desperate, then sliding into you while still latched on. you love reducing him to whimpers and pleas by playing with his sensitive pecs until he’s rutting into you like he can’t control himself.
“you’re obsessed,” he teases one night, voice rough as you straddle him again, palms already cupping his chest, thumbs circling.
you pinch lightly and watch his eyes flutter. “says the guy who begs me to touch his tits every time we fuck.”
jay laughs breathlessly, the sound cutting off into a groan when you lean down and suck one nipple into your mouth. his hands fly to your ass, pulling you down onto him.
“guilty,” he admits, hips snapping up. “they’re yours now. do whatever you want.”
Who in &t do you think would laugh at you for whining during sex….my vote goes to kei yuma and maki
i thought veryyyyyy hard abt this (⁎⁍̴̛ᴗ⁍̴̛⁎) i also vote k, yuma n maki !! maybe fuma too~ but i also kinda think they all would tease u in their own way (laughing or not) sooo enjoy some hcs !!
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kei
k has cuteness aggression and it shows heavily when you’re whining on his cock. he tries to hold it in—teeth digging into his bottom lip, shoulders shaking—but a low, strained laugh still slips out. the second he hears those desperate little sounds he’s gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, fucking into you deeper like your whines flipped a switch. “nngh—fuck—you are so cute.”
fuma
fuma lets out this deep, warm chuckle that rumbles straight through his chest and into you. he finds it so fucking endearing. he’ll slow down on purpose, tilt his head, and coo “too much already?” while deliberately grinding against that spot that makes you whine louder. it’s not mean—he’s just completely gone for how needy you sound. ends up kissing your temple and praising you between soft laughs every time you make a particularly high pitched whine.
euijoo
ej smirks first, then lets out a soft, amused laugh like he’s genuinely entertained by how fast you start falling apart. “already whining for me?” he murmurs, voice all smooth and teasing while he brushes your hair out of your face. he loves it. loves how vocal you are. will absolutely pick up the pace just to hear more, low chuckles mixing with the sound of skin on skin.
nicholas
nicholas laughs dark and low—almost a growl. your whines do something feral to him. he’ll pin your wrists or wrap a hand around your throat and chuckle right against your ear, “those little sounds are gonna get you fucked stupid, you know that?” every whine just makes him rougher, more possessive. he lives for how desperate you get.
yuma
yuma is unfortunately a tease and he teases you for everything, so the second you start whining in bed he’s on it. he’ll give a small teasing laugh before mimicking you in that sweet nasally sing-song voice, “aww, baby’s already whining? but i barely did anything~” while keeping the slowest, meanest pace possible. he lives to fluster you, to make you whine even more just so he can laugh and call you cute for it.
jo
jo laughs very softly—almost shy at first—like he can’t believe how adorable you sound. his ears go red but he can’t stop smiling. “you’re so whiny today…” he whispers, leaning down to kiss you between little chuckles. it actually makes him bolder. the more you whine, the more confident he gets, fucking you a little harder while still laughing quietly against your neck like he’s in love with every sound.
harua
harua’s teasing gets crueler when you whine. he still giggles, but it’s that sweet, dangerous kind while he edges you on purpose. you’re already whining like that? so cute..” he coos. he’ll keep hitting the exact spot that makes you fall apart but refuse to give you more, cooing more and more about how loud and slutty you sound. “if you want it faster, you have to whine louder for me. come on, let me hear how desperate you really are~” all while smiling pretty and dragging it out just to hear more of those pathetic little sounds.
taki
you and taki are usually both pretty submissive in bed, desperately humping and grinding against each other like neither of you can get enough. but occasionally when your whines turn high-pitched and sweet, something in him flips. he’ll take it upon himself to be more dominant—just so he can make you whine even more on his cock. the switch is sudden; he pins your hips or wraps a hand around your throat, thrusting deeper with focused purpose while soft laughs slip out at how quickly you fall apart for him. “mmph, those pretty sounds… so cute—keep going,” he murmurs, bratty little smirk in place as he chases every desperate, high-pitched whine like it’s his favorite thing in the world (because it is).
maki
maki doesn’t mean to laugh, he just thinks you’re too fucking cute when you whine. a little laugh slips out before he can stop it and then he’s immediately all apologetic and sweet, kissing your face and going “sorry, sorry! you’re just—laughs again—so cute, i can’t help it.” he keeps smiling against your skin the whole time, still moving inside you while he tries (and fails) not to laugh at how sweet you sound.
I keep rereading your jo alphabet and have been plagued with this image of jo edging the reader for the first time and they’re so confused cus jo is usually so sweet. And he just. Like has a cute little smile like he. Knows what he’s doing. Oh my goddddd. I feel crazy!!
The Dom Jo Agenda is spreading, I see!!
No, because he's not even smug about it - he genuinely think you're adorable like this. You're long past being loud and whiney; hours of being pushed and pulled from the edge like an persistent tide has left you shaking and mewling, eyes fixed somewhere in the distance while Jo crooks his fingers for the nth time. You're swollen and sore, but all you can do is whimper and take.
Jo knows that. He knows you're spent, and you really just want to come, but there's something hypnotic about the sight in front of him. You look like you're about to fall asleep, though tears shimmer against your skin in the low lighting of his room. He smiles to himself: it's small, but it's real. You're gorgeous when you're on the cusp of falling apart, and although he loves to see you satisfied, the control he has over your pleasure is nothing short of intoxicating.
When he does let you come, it's not dramatic. He sighs softly to himself, as if it pains him to let this side of you go, and leans down to kiss your cheek. "You've been so patient," he murmurs, eyes twinkling with a mixture of mischief and pride. "So good for me, love. Go ahead. Come. Give it all to me."
When your trembling subsides, and you slump into the mattress, exhausted, Jo can't help but coo. You'll fall asleep like that, no doubt, and you'll wake up sore and confused. But, hey; he can always apologize with snacks and kisses later.
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