— &team’s reaction to you during ovulation. ✮⋆˙ || 4.5k words
summary: ok, so you’re ovulating. how would you let them know? what would you do? how would they know? what would they do to satisfy your need?
warnings: (18+) nsfw. smut. afab!reader, lots of sex (in every place, in every possible position), breeding kink, consensual free use, unprotected sex, cum licking/eating, oral (m & f receiving), menstrual cycle tracking, mentions of heat/mating cycles, manhandling, biting, spit kink, petnames, pussy slapping, squirting, name calling, etc.
a/n: roughly 400–500+ words per person, so SIGH, i finally felt like i write well for this ask :) thank u anon for requesting this, had so much fun writing this!! more below the cut!!
🪐 koga yudai:
kei knew something was up from the moment he saw your radiant self, how loose and glowy you were as your eyes found themselves peering over towards him a couple times. he catches the way you’re leaning into his embrace when he snakes his arms around your waist or whispers something into your ear throughout the day, and he only then realizes what it truly was— putting two and two together — when you jump him during your nightly shower together. his back is pressed up against the slippery wall, your soapy chest flushed onto his torso as your hand works down between your torso and wraps around his cock, tugging it to life while your lips suck and smooch all over his neck and chest.
“need you, kei..” you huff, watery underneath the shower head, and his head spins when you don’t even allow him to answer back before you’re sinking onto your knees. it’s a pretty sight, but the quick way you’re wrapping your lips around his fat cock has him clutching his pearls. you wanna feel him harden, swell on your tongue. his fingers curl around your soaked locks, cradling your head, until you’re grabbing his wrists and pinning them against the wall right by his sides, keeping him there. “fuck.. baby slow—” his shaky exhale muddled underneath the sprays of water, apparently blocked from your ears too because all you do is the opposite, bobbing your head faster, cheeks bulging from how much you try to take.
your eyes following the perfect line of his body up until they meet with his and he swears he’ll die happy this way, seeing the wild look in your glare, framed by your damp lashes, swollen lips plush around his reddened cock. he can’t help himself as he bucks his hips, putting more force when he realizes you’re allowing him to. your nails dig into his wrist when you feel him twitch against your tongue, load spurting thick and heavy down your throat and spill out the corners of your mouth. “baby, what..” he gasps when you let him go and pull away for a second, falling silent again when you spit out his creamy cum back onto his cockhead and pull him towards you with such strength, nudging him easily between your slippery thighs with the slickness of the soap suds.
“inside, wanna feel you inside.” it’s like you’re in a trance as you hook a leg over his hip and leave it to him to keep you both balanced. he’s still a bit weak from the orgasm you sucked out of him, wobbly and shocked, but fueled by your sudden enthusiasm.. now kei’s grinning behind a lip bite, because knows his night is definitely gonna be long. it finally clicked and that’s what he’ll use to tease you all night. “how many rounds was it last time? think we could break it with a new record?”
🪐 murata fuma:
you didn’t have to say anything, fuma’s the type to already know from the notification of the app buzzing in his phone, reminding him what phase of the cycle you’re in. yet, he doesn’t say anything because he finds it amusing, seeing the clear difference of your attitude, your stamina, your brightened mood. how you think you’re subtle as you stalk him, how you rub up on him a little bit longer than usual, and he’s just watching you, up until you finally break. you can’t help it, he looks so fucking good there with your apron wrapped around his waist, chopping up whatever vegetables for dinner tonight, biceps flexing and back muscles bulging as he moves swiftly around. fuck, you wait till he placed the knife down and get to work. “what are you doing..?”
his deep voice murmurs, feeling you untie and loosen the apron strings, but still freezes to let you do your thing and throw it off his body. it’s like something over came you entirely, and by the time you’re turning him around, he can’t hide the grin sitting on his face when you press him back against the counter and drop onto your knees. “you know what i’m doing. thinking of milking you dry.” you murmur, already rubbing your face on his crotch, feeling the bulge through his grey sweatpants along your lips and humming as you take a whiff of his scent. “gonna help me?” he sighs at your taunt, bringing you back up with a hand around your neck, eyeing you directly to see how far deep you’re already into the arousal brimming within your soul right now. “even if i say no, are you even gonna let me walk away?”
and you both knew the answer to that one, but you make it a mission to get what you want, pushing away everything on that counter to bend yourself over and slip down your underwear passed your ass cheeks. that’s how you ended up getting fucked from behind right in your kitchen, cheek pressed flat against the cold marble counter with his hand gripped over your nape, his hips smacking against your plush ass and his thick cock sedating that need deep inside your being. “harder, fummaaa..” you hiss, gripping the counter edge and covering your own hips from knocking into the sharp edge, bracing for the harder force you asked for.
and when he does provide, your eyes roll from how delicious it feels, how mind numbing it feels when he punches out every breath from your lungs until you’re spasming around his cock. “said you’re gonna milk me dry, huh? so take it.” he huffs a soft grunt, hips faltering as his thick load spurts deep within your clenched walls. you don’t even give him a chance to catch his breath as you’re nudging your ass back against his pelvis for more. “want more. give me more, fuma. fill me.” his grin is almost sinister as he picks his pace up again. yeah, this is gonna be fun for both of you. “don’t worry, i’ll fuck you full.”
🪐 nicholas wang:
ever so attentive, nicholas almost immediately realizes something about you feels completely different, even down to the way you dress yourself. he doesn’t mind it at all, just very curious and observant when it comes to your needs, like always. and matter of fact, he embraces it, encourages it with praising words and purring questions. “what’s gotten you so clingy today, hm?” he hugs you close, wrapping his body around yours tight and rocking you both back into your bedroom after a successful trip to the mall. he’d be unknowingly clingy because of your good mood, not realizing how much it triggers more of your needs and arousal, until he sees it in the way your eyes glide over his entire face. your mind was growing more insane with all the possibilities, with all the ways you can have him. it’s not like you were planning on hiding it..
you can’t hide it, you feel like you were going insane just watching every single detail about your man today, down to the very last detail of what makes him who he is. how he carries himself in public with pure confidence, how his brightness shines no matter where he was in an area, how he shows off his admiration for you with no hesitation. his sharp eyes, drinking you in and assessing your mood. his outfit, hanging loose but tight around all the right muscles. his accessories, jewelry hanging of his ears and neck, rings wrapped around every knuckle of his fingers and belt around his waist. his stance, posture— you were focused on how he effortlessly adjusts himself on every seat he sat on, how easily he manspreads… gives you an idea. you can show him how easy you can be too.
“you.” you spoke softly like your insides werent on fire as you move away, eyeing him as he watches you sit on the bed and shrug off his jacket from your shoulders. “been wet all day for you, nicho.” nicholas visibly stops for a split second before you can see the light finally click in his brain, his grin growing along with the realization. it keeps growing as you’re suddenly both moving like it’s second nature; he’s already shrugging off his shirt and unbuckling his pants as you’re shimmying off your pants to turn over and positioning yourself, face down-ass up by the edge. presented. he rambles a series of very important questions whilst you both shuffle around in haste, still always present in his caring nature; “condoms?” “no.. don’t—” “you sure?” “mhhh.. please.” “on the pill?” “yes, nicho just give me your co—” “you sure?” “oh my god, yes—”
“oh, my poor baby’s in heat, isn’t she?” he sighs, finally freeing his already hardened cock and tugging your soaked panties to the side. “was sucking my cock in the fitting room not enough?” he grunts halfway through a harsh thrust, large palm smacking repeatedly against the red hand imprint he left on your ass. he already came deep inside you, but the way you kept fucking back into him told him it wasn’t enough. he was dizzy just seeing how you desperately nudged against his pelvis, slightly wobbling back from the force you used to fuck yourself on him, moaning at the sinful sight of your mixed cum stringing between your ass and his base every time your ass lifts. “fuck, sweetheart, you’re sucking me in. body’s begging me to claim her," he whines, and you’re whining back. “nicho, keep.. keep going, p-please.” oh and he will, all night long if you desire.
🪐 byun euijoo:
you’d be randomly having your silent reading session together when all of a sudden, you’re plucking out the book in ej’s hands and settling down onto his lap instead. he’s a bit shocked to say the least, but still wraps his arms around your waist with a silent look of confusion, asking what you needed with just his big brown eyes. “euijoo… um..” it’s hard thinking of words to formulate one sentence explaining the disastrous need building up inside you and threatening on oozing out, especially when you’re focused on trying so hard not to start grinding against his broad lap instead. “what happened? what do you need?” he softly coaxes more out of you and just even the gentle way he’s handling this is throwing your mind out of loop.
he looks so good with his rounded glasses on, soft cashmere sweater buttoned up with one loose just for your eyes to lay on his collarbones — theyre begging to be marked already. his low tone so expectant, smoothing your jitteriness into liquid arousal. the waves crashing in you settling down and darkening. “need you,” you spoke so low, a whisper so quiet and cracked, ej had to lean in and raise an eyebrow for you to repeat it again. “need— want your cock, ej.” the bluntness was the one thing that shocked everything around you into silence. until, “ovulating?” he finally asks, smile so soft like he finally put the pieces together after giving you a small quick look over. he understands the inner turmoil you’re feeling, and he even presses the back of his hand over your neck like he can feel you burning out from inside out.
so of course he’s gonna nod, but you’re already shuffling off his lap and settling between his thighs, parting them further open as he settles further into the couch. “you sure you don’t want me to eat you ou— aahhh,” he mumbles when he feels your tongue lick along the vein underneath his cock. doesn’t say more than that other than soft moans when your slick tongue flicks around his sensitive head and your hand wraps where your mouth can’t fit. and after you’ve got him painting your lips and hand with spurting cum, you don’t stop, licking some of it straight from your fingers as you’re shuffling off your pants and underwear in one swift motion. “ohhh.. g-god,” he’s panting as he’s trying to recover, trying to find some words to calm both of you down, but the sight of you smearing some of his cum against your pussy makes him short circuit.
“wait— condoms?” he murmurs instead because he’s finally accepted there’s no way other than this to get you out of this heat, watching you mount him and straddle his hips until you’re sinking onto his cock. “no.. nononono—” “fuck, god, okay okay. use me,” was what he says before you’re shoving your cum soiled fingers into his mouth and his head falls back against the couch cushions at the sensation of your insistent grinding. you do as you’re told, marking up his neck while squeezing out the rest of his cum for your needy self.
🪐 nakakita yuma:
yuma would catch your drift almost immediately and eggs it on too. there’s quite literally only one time you’d subtly show your hunger, wanting him to see it but still trying to hold onto your rational thinking— and that’s during ovulation. he’s seen it before, how you unravel like a snake and wrap around his limbs with such smoothness; he finds himself willingly giving up to your hungry cravings because it’s so rare. loves seeing how you slowly succumb to your biological, physically demand because of him. how you linger longer every time he attempts giving you a peck, prolonging the kisses and adding a bit of licks along his bottom lip. how your hands press against his torso or your fingertips dip deeper beneath his loose waistband when you’re focused on something else entirely, just gravitating towards his body heat.
he looks great, and he’s so calm like he does not know the absolute torture he put you through. because out all of the days of the week, he decided to wear that during the peak day of your ovulation. something deep within you tells you he did this on purpose, that he knew. and it seems like you’re not wrong when he reveals himself or calls you out of your behavior. “need dick?” he murmurs close for only your ears to hear, pulling away to lick his ice cream and he’d half expect to see your eyes wide in shock like normal, but was taken aback when your eyes stayed the same— worse, narrowing even more like you’re already pouncing him in whatever image your mind conjures up.
that’s all he needs to pull you away from your group of friends and make some random excuse for you both to leave. you don’t even make it home, you can’t allow that. mounting him after throwing him against the backseat of his car and he’s grinning widely with sparkles in his eyes like being manhandled was the best thing that could happen to him right now. the space is tight but that won’t stop him from ducking between your legs as you perch yourself onto the middle glove compartment, sucking out all the excess slick that’s been oozing out of you the moment you saw him in his black crop top and loose jeans. “fuck, yuuu.. yuma, so good..” you kept repeating until he had you cumming around his fingers, patting your pussy as your juices squirt out and onto his tongue, making a mess in his car.
and in good old bratty fashion, he teases. “is that all my horny girl wanted? to soak me, mark me with this pretty cunt?” but then he finds himself muffled shut with your hand over his mouth as you bounced on his cock, milking him dry like making him tap out was the only thing on your mind, because that’s actually what is going on. three rounds later, you’re the only one climbing back into passenger seat with a bright smile while he’s still trying to catch his breath in backseat. “wait till we get home, gonna make that pussy even messier.”
🪐 asakura jo:
now usually jo calls you angel or sweetheart, but every time your ovulation is near, it’s like he can’t even utter the words from how sinful you get. an absolute vixen, the completely opposite of what is anything angelic— but that’s what fascinates him, the switch, even when it’s too much to handle (sometimes). he notices right away from the restless you exude when you’re near him; whether it is by the way your thighs press closer together every time he utters a word, or the soft sighs and pout that stays on your lips, or by the way you’re throwing yourself around on the bed and constantly stretching your limbs… like you’re absentmindedly preparing yourself, just in case he says something. “baby..” the tight press of your thighs clamping together doesn’t go by unnoticed, but he still continues, “you feeling okay?” those three words were all that was needed to broke the dam… quite literally.
another thing jo notes: you probably go through more mood swings through your ovulation than any other time, because almost all of your ovulation weeks, something breaks before you reach all the mindless fucking. it kinda makes him panic but he’s grown to get ahold of himself throughout the years, to be there for you when you suddenly burst into tears from how horny you felt. “i’m so fucking horny.. t-there’s something wrong with meeee,” you’d wail, and he’s quick to gather you in his arms with wide eyes. “i don’t wanna be too much..” it can be a bit overwhelming. jo knows you feel like that’s just going to emit onto him, but once he shushes down your cries to tell you it’s okay and that he can and will take care of you, your waterworks turn into ones induced by pleasure instead rather quickly.
“mmhhh, thank you.. thank youthankyouthankyou,” you’re rambling between shameless moans, grinding your hips down onto his cock like you didn’t just take his last load seconds ago, keeping his cum plugged in. he parts himself from your chest, gasping after leaving marks all over your perked nipples, still resting his forehead against your sternum as your hands press him close. “wait, i’m.. sensss…” his words are rough around the edges, voice husky with lust and over usage, throat dry from continuously swallowing down his spit. his hands spread over the entire expanse of your arched back, pressing you close when you suddenly tug his head back to capture his lips.
swallowing each others moans, he struggles keeping up with your kisses until he’s doing nothing but panting into your mouth while you’re sucking on his bottom lip. devouring, disheveling, making him dizzy when your hips buck over and over again. he loses it when you spit your own drool into his mouth, letting it trickle down the corner of his lips and feeling your tongue lick it up once again. “fuck, love, i’m gonna—” he whines, eyebrows twitching and eyes fluttering shut, nails digging into your spine as you feverishly rut against him. “gimme. gimme it, jo. wanna be full of you.” and he does, biting onto your bottom lip to muffle his groans, wrapping his arms around your waist tight to keep you there. yeah, but even after all that, he still calls you his sweetheart.
🪐 shigeta harua:
biting him. harua only notices from the increased tendency of you biting him; since that’s all you do when you’re in that peak of your cycle.. “hmmm, fuck, what’s gotten into you?” he would pant as you’re riding every part of his body, currently bucking against his fingers after making a mess on his still fully clothed thigh. his three fingers had their own pace that was maddeningly slow for you so, you took matters into your own hands... he’s trying to think of all the different things until he saw your hips falter and your body trembling, thighs closing around his wrist and head tipping back. you’re flushed, chest heaving from the shaky gasps that huff out your craned throat — oh. okay, now he understands. there’s something primal rising deep within you and now he understands as he’s trying to push your face away his sore nipples when you’re riding him, hissing when you bite his hand for the nth time like the limb pushing you away was a threat.
he already had teeth marks all over his thighs and hips when you sucked his soul away, more on his neck and now around his chest. the pleasure was immense, a new feeling now that he was on the receiving end of the bites instead of the one usually giving. his moans only riled you up more when he felt your canines sink into his skin, applying pressure. and just because he’s a tease, he’d bite you back with more force, maybe on your cheek during missionary, when he’s hugging you close in a bear hug. where you could feel nothing but his weight press against you and his cock nudge itself deep within your gripping walls and his bunny teeth squishing your cheek.
ovulation. yes, it explains why you brought his hand down your pants after snuggling back into his embrace, sitting between his thighs and resting your head onto his shoulder. his chest vibrates against your back with hums as his fingers play around, tapping your soiled panties before shoving into them as well to feel your slippery skin. they slide in easily, cold rings making you hiss when all you felt was nothing but warm heat between your legs. his other hand snakes around your throat from behind, craning your neck and keeping you fully exposed on the couch while fucks his fingers deeper. “ughh, your.. f-fingers.. so good,” you gasp into his ears and high in the air, hand wrapping around his forearm when his hand squeezes around your neck once. “that’s all your needy body wants?”
he lets go and allows you to pick your head up, letting you answer and look down at where his hand disappears, bulging underneath your waistband. “no, you.. all of you. your mouth, your lips, y-you’re.. so pretty. want you so bad, haru— mmpphhh—” you were mumbling when his fingers suddenly shove into your gaping mouth, and you’re immediately responding back by clamping your teeth around his knuckles. his pained moan, his hips bucking into your lower back, his thighs underneath yours spreading further open, his fingers quickening their pace. “i bet you do. wanna ruin me, don’t you..” he nibbles your earlobe, pressing down on your tongue to feel your back arch in respond to all the stimulants increasing all at once. “my horny girl, i’ll let you. just make a mess on me first.” he gets whiplash at first, but then gives you whiplash until you’re dizzy LOL
🪐 takayama riki:
sometimes your desire can be insatiable but taki has no problem playing up to the part, doesn’t consider it a challenge with the stamina he has himself. when it comes to ovulation week? he feels like whatever hormones or pheromones dripping out of you seep into his skin and make him just as feral, matching your energy almost instantly. he’d watch wildly after coming home to you playing with yourself on the couch, so needy you couldn’t help it while waiting for his arrival, throwing himself onto you when you asks for his help. “such a pretty thing. she’s drooling so much— is it ovulation week?” he mutters, words thick and wet cause of his excess spit swelling at the sight. he just knows because he can feel it too somehow.
“yes, taki, lick me clean?” exasperated. he outright moans as he’s thumbing your lips open, inspecting how much of your slick trickles down your ass before he’s diving his face into the mess. it could be the bottomless desire attacking his mind but taki fucking swears ovulation is the only time he feels your clit literally throbbing against his tongue, always taking a short moment to bask in the feeling with his eyes fluttering shut and a grin stretching his parted lips. it’s your literal heartbeat, twitching against his flattened tongue, quivering when he flicks the tip over the sensitive bundle of nerves. “hurryy,” you whine and that’s what gets him back to program.
and because having you sit on his face wasn’t enough, later that night you’re shaking him awake to ask if you can have his cock while you’re already shifting off the shorts he sleeps in. you’re the one in charge and he’s more than happy to be there and follow orders, being your outlet. “press there.” his hand applies pressure onto your lower stomach at your whiny request, and he can feel himself bulging underneath the taunt skin of your tummy. he’d let you do whatever even if you don’t know what you want, randomly doing things to dwindle that all consuming ache— such as sinking onto his cock while blandly staring at him like you’re still figuring out what exactly your body desires, shifting through the millions of thoughts in your brain until it picks out the one saying to hop of his cock now and sit onto his face instead.
“wha??” he’s dazed when not seconds after his tongue first swipes over your drooling slit, you’re lifting yourself away from his chasing mouth. he hisses when you mutter, “no i need.. i want— breed me. please?” so sweet, he has to manhandle you onto your stomach and pumps thick loads into your puffy cunt repeatedly because of your continuous soft commands of “one more. one moreonemore.” every single round. “lock me.” you moan, and he grins at your lazy, humming giggle of satisfaction when he applies pressure onto your throat, flexing his bicep and forearm around your neck. “like that?” “fuck, mmyes, like that..” your words are tight yet airy, and taki just can’t help but laugh. you’re truly insatiable together.
🪐 riki mauss:
ok, maki would know because you would immediately warn him. you are the walking epitome of that audio: “HAAAA.. i wanna fuck you so bad right now..” where literally anything and everything he does makes you hawk him down, thinking of ways to get him over or under you. he finds it amusing. even before your ovulation hits, you’re stuck with the underlying simmering heat of your need as your estrogen rises, and sometimes it can get overwhelming to the point where you just need to air it out.. somehow. that’s when he realizes, when you suddenly become bolder with your choice of words, when the hesitation is nonexistent and the filter dissipate into thin air at such random times. maki has grown fond of it, how you’re randomly climbing onto his lap while he’s watching a show or something and — “ovulating.” you inform him briefly, nuzzling underneath his chin until he finally raises it for you to comfortably snuggle into him.
“hmm, yeah?” his deep voice so yum… you hum in response, almost purring when he rubs along your thigh instinctively, your hand shoving up his tank top to rest flat against his beating heart and warm skin. “mhm, it would be fun… if you fold me in half on this couch….” your finger draws circles over his skin.. and that’s what he ends up doing because he can’t say no to you. “you like that? just like this, bunny?” he asks, breathless, as he’s dumping his cum onto your slicked pussy as you’re slumped into the soft cushions, folded and feet high in the air, nodding dumbly as you’re catching your breath. even hours after getting what you wanted, you keep going. “we should make a sex tape.” you randomly said, clear enough for him to side eye you as you saunter passed him in the kitchen, grabbing a quick snack. “hello to you too then..”
“hi baby— oh, and maybe post it online or something. we’d probably make like thousands of views.” and he knows it would, so he does just that; records the beautiful view of your ass rippling with each bounce when you’re riding him reversed that night, but keeps it to himself because nobody deserves that view. it’s his to keep. anyways, you get so weird, he fuckin loves it. saying shit like “can i bite your ass?” after smacking it. or, “mhhhgg, your skin tastes so good right now,” after sucking his fingers impulsively. he can’t fight his urge to laugh the next time you’re sauntering around him, his dorky smile on his face when he sees your scheming grin. “makiiiii!” “yesss woman.. what’s on your mind today..” you’re dropping to your knees and his eyebrows raise in amusement as he chuckles, hands raising as yours hook over the waistband of his sweats.
“just curious how you feel when you’re growing on my tongue.” he giggles at your purr, still allowing you to shuffle down his pants, murmuring, “is it that bad this time?” your pout was fake, nodding along with a whine before you’re lowering onto his reddened head. he only says it to tease you, he does not mind it all. not when you’re teasing him back by laughing at how fast his erection grows, pulling away just to point at it with a snicker, all shiny with your spit and reddened with arousal. it only dies down when your need overcomes all other emotions quickly, “ok ‘m done. want you in me now.” and he’s letting you pull him out the chair with his grin still on his face.
Content: duh kissing, fem!reader, making out, may be slightly suggestive in some parts but nothing explicit, wordcount around 130 per member ⋆˙⟡
Notes: first post hooray!! likes and reposts will be greatly appreciated :)
⏾⋆.˚ Kei
Needy and dominant
Truthfully, he gives me the impression that he doesn't kiss often. Like in public his girlfriend is just a close friend and people can't quite distinguish if you two are dating or not. However, once it's just the two of you, he gets rather handsy as his strong hands hold your waist pressed against his or tangle in your hair, kissing you with confident urgency. He's the type to lowly groan when he leans down to meet your height and feel just how much you've been patient for his affection as you kiss him just as eagerly. Kei's kisses are intense and full of want. He enjoys savoring these moments where he can give you his full attention and for those brief periods of time, his entire focus is just the way you feel against him and the only thing on his mind is to bring you upstairs to hold you closer.
"Wrap your arms around my neck."
⏾⋆.˚ Fuma
Gentle and tender
I feel like he'd be super precise with the way he kisses. Fuma is also the type to make it unintentionally obvious that he wants to kiss you as you ramble about your current topic of interest or just about your day and his gaze is just locked on your lips. He mindlessly nods his head and agrees with whatever you say until you call him out on not paying attention to your story. Fuma's eyes finally meets yours as he breaks out in a smile and leans in closer to you. His large hand gently holds the back of head before his lips softly meet yours. It's slow and so certain- like he just had to interrupt to do that. He pulls away with a delighted smile and a small tilt of his head.
"Sorry, pretty. Go on."
⏾⋆.˚ Nicholas
Playful and mischievous
Oh this boy is such a tease. He knows you want him to kiss you, but he makes you say it directly to him. Nico will then proceed to kiss you everywhere except your lips. His lips will be on your wrist, forehead, cheek, neck, behind your ear- all while his hands are sneaking past your lower back. He's satisfied with his antics when he hears a frustrated huff escape from you, he'll finally kiss you properly. His lips crash against yours like a happy puppy returning to its owner. He further teases you by pulling away to analyze your flushed face before diving back in. He's superrr bitey and tugs at your lip with his teeth leaving you breathless.
"Still want more, princess?"
⏾⋆.˚ Euijoo
Soft and affectionate
This girl. He would be super shy while both of his hands cradle your face like porcelain as he tilts his head ever so slightly to perfectly fit his face against yours. All of Euijoo's actions in these intimate moments are featherlight and delicate. When he pulls away leaving trailing pecks along your cheekbone, whispering softly about how pretty you are, his hands stay respectful either at your waist or holding your face unless he is given permission to venture further. A pretty pink hue decorates his round cheeks as he gets more bolder with his grasps all while still sweetly melting into the warmth against your lips.
"Was... was that okay?"
⏾⋆.˚ Yuma
Firm and possessive
Yuma's kisses are forceful and full of uncontrollable passion. He pours all of his emotions and feelings into his kisses- not leaving anything half measured. There's no hesitation behind each kiss. His firm hands hold your waist tight while his mouth moves with purpose and desire against yours. Despite all of the assertiveness and itnesity, there is a certain touch of sweetness in Yuma's kisses as he commits to leaving you both dizzy from shared breaths until all you can think of is each other, even if it means being late to some events...
"Can't wait when it's with you."
⏾⋆.˚ Jo
Shy and clumsy
Jo's kisses are a mix of awkwardness and sweetness. He gets flustered easily and he tends to fumble a little bit before he actually relaxes into the kiss and finds his hands comfortably resting on your waist only after you guided him there. Jo's breath hitches frequently after you boldly slip your tongue into his mouth. He's doing his best to keep up but he's just so so shy :( He slowly starts to gain more confidence and those uncertain kisses gradually grow more steadier as he begins to nip at your bottom lip the same way you did to him. His clumsy hands eventually wander down past your waist to press himself against you even more, demonstrating just how much of an effect you had on him.
"Perfect... You're perfect."
⏾⋆.˚ Harua
Delicate and sweet
He certainly prefers to pepper kisses all of your face before actually reaching your lips! His kisses are so affectionate and light and just so him. Harua pulls back often to smile at you or to brush stray hairs away from your face before catching your lips again in a more deeper kiss. He always builds it into something more intimate as his hand falls from holding your jaw to now sneaking underneath your top to stroke your ribs with his thumb. If you pull back too soon, he will immediately chase yours lips with a soft hum and a smile.
"Where do you think you're going?"
⏾⋆.˚ Taki
Sloppy and playful
Taki's defo the type to say 'thank you' after your first kiss. Poor boy was waiting so patiently for you to kiss him first that he made himself look even more dorky. Now, he initiates most of the kisses between the two of you because he's just so eager and desperate. There's often giggles exchanged between you two while you make out when it's not too heavy because he accidentally clashes his teeth against yours and his tongue is just a little too domineering. It doesn't take long for him to suddenly switch and whine like a pained pup because you called him 'cute' and he just wants you to take him seriously. You can't help it though! Taki's just so adorable as he tries to prove himself through his kisses.
"Baby, don't laugh..."
⏾⋆.˚ Maki
Loving and energetic
Maki is so full of energy and that undeniably bleeds into the way he shows his affection. His kisses are filled with adoration and warmth. The thing is Maki just loves affection. It's primarily about the connection for him. One hand will be gently tilting your face upwards while mumbling praises like 'you're so cute' + 'you make so happy' between each kiss and another hand is rested on your lower back, slipping down a little to grab a handful of you. This boy loves playfully nibbling at your lip or teasingly pulling away just to make you chase his lips.
nicholas is such a romantic boyfriend. he’s the type of boyfriend who picks you fresh flowers from a field on his way to pick you up for a date because he believes it’s more authentic if he plucks them himself rather than buying a bouquet from a market. he’s also the type of boyfriend to escort you from his car to your front door after the date “just in case.”
he is the type of romantic who has a relationship scrapbook he can flip through. photobooth strips, movie tickets, small pieces of postcards from different places you’ve visited, small pressed flowers from picnics you’ve had.. he’s going to find a way to take a piece of your date home with him to add to the scrapbook he can flip through on days where he misses you.
he sends you ootd pics (sometimes videos) to get your opinion on what he plans to wear for the day and he absolutely loves when you provide him with one as well. however, depending on the outfit, he’s going to tell you how good you look and follow it up with a photo of the outline of an erection in his pants
he likes to match outfits with you when you’re going out on a date together! if you want to wear a pastel yellow, he’s going to search his closet for something he can wear to compliment your outfit. there’s nothing more that he loves than parading around with his lover wearing outfits that tell the world you’re with him and he’s with you.
not to keep bringing up clothes or anything but he’s big on fashion shows and taking you shopping. he loves to sit in a chair and watch you try on new outfits, always finding ways to compliment the outfit you have on even if you don’t seem to like it very much.
fashion shows also include lingerie and bathing suit show offs at home he can drool over. it would be everything within his power not to reach out and touch you when you’re trying on the lingerie to show him. he has to call on cthulhu himself to stop himself from grabbing and tossing you on the bed for a body worship session.
he loves you loudly and could never be embarrassed by being "whipped" for you. he's always talking about you when he hangs out with his friends and he's never ashamed to cancel plans with his buddies if you want to do something instead. "count me out, babe wants to go to the theater this weeken" or "catch you guys later, i have a snuggle date with my lovely wife"
you'll find random little notes left all over the place. some of them are simple drawings of kittens smooching with "us" written on it and sometimes they're little love letters he's slipped into your jacket pocket or into your purse to remind you he loves you. you'd open your wallet to find a random bank note with a letter paper clipped to it. "hope you have a great day today my love. get a nice little treat for yourself before you do the productive stuff for the day. call me when you're free. xoxo nico”
he's always reaching for his own wallet when you find something you want. if you guys are at the mall together and you find a perfume you like, he picks it up without a second thought. a stuffed animal you made googly eyes for a moment too long? he's got it tucked up under his arm already. "my girl deserves everything she wants," he says when you try to tell him to put the item(s) back. spoiling you is his biggest love language.
midnight car rides are a staple in your relationship with nicholas. sometimes he just wants to get in the car, turn on some soft tunes and go get lost on a random backroad with your hand intertwined with his own. pointing out all of the wildlife you see on the drive, singing to every song on the playlist, soft smooches at the red lights you guys hit.. it helps him relax after a long day and he finds it easier to snuggle up and sleep once he's gotten some fresh air and quiet alone time with you away from everyone else.
sweet boy would call you at night when you're separated because he just misses you so much. he'd facetime you when he's lounging in bed wearing nothing but a white tank top and some gym shorts. sleepy conversations about your day and what you've been up to, giggling softly as he listens to you laugh or rattle off excitedly about something you did that was fun. eventually he'd drift off to sleep while on the call with you, not wanting to hang up despite being sleepy. in fact, when you asked him if he was sleepy just five minutes ago, he'd denied it because he didn't want you to hang up the call with him.
occasionally, these calls turn into a mutual masturbation session. it would start off as an innocent call just to check on you and spend time with you before bed but sometimes he'd turn a little pink as he watched you shift in your spot in bed or you'd say something that woke up some naughty thoughts and he wouldn't be able to help himself. he'd always ask "do you mind if i..?" before he touches himself, always waiting for your consent before stroking himself while you continue to talk.
he loves to walk you through your own masturbation, giving soft commands about fingering yourself a little harder or turning your vibrator up a level just to hear the soft noises you make when you get overwhelmed.
sex with nicholas is fun and often unpredictable. sometimes he's a rough cocky jerk who makes you beg before he lets you suck his cock and sometimes he's the one begging you for a chance to finger you while you play a game or watch a show. he's open to new positions and he absolutely loves to bring toys with him into the bed.
you couldn't count how many times he'd grabbed your vibrator to press against your clit when he's fucking you. "shhh, baby girl, the neighbors will hear," he would always giggle in your ear as he turned the vibrator up a little or thrust a little harder to encourage you to continue making noise for him. the louder you got, the more he’d whisper soft teasing words to you. “you’re such a bad girl, crying like that. you must be close, hm? did you ask to cum?” and when you do finally cum, he’d offer a satisfied smirk and murmur "naughty girl, i told you to be quiet. now everyone knows what we’ve been doing.”
believe it or not, nicholas also loves to have soft lazy sex from time. sometimes he's rough with you and sometimes he likes to fuck just because he's obsessed with claiming you, but from time to time.. all he wants is to connect with you and let you really feel the love he has for you.
every time he wants just gentle lazy sex, he'll lean in and place soft kisses under your ear, murmuring about how much he loves you and how much he needs to show you. his hands knead and grasp at your hips to pull you closer to him. he grinds gently into you, whispering "i just love you so much, please let me show you darling." his hips would move slowly but firmly, stroking deep and steady as he tells you with each movement how much he loves you. thrusting a little harder to emphasize a point about how beautiful you are to him or moving a little faster when he gets too excited at the idea of seeing you reach your peak before him.
however… when he's rough, you feel it for a few days afterwards. he'll growl "you're mine" in your ear as he makes you start seeing stars every time you close your eyes. of course, he'd check in every now and then. "you okay, baby? is it too rough? do you need a break?" he murmurs as he slows his movements and kisses your flushed face gently, always wanting to make sure you're feeling good and not starting to get hurt or overwhelmed.
nicholas is a pussyeater. he would rather die than go two weeks without having your taste on his tongue. he would eat you out anywhere, any time and for as long as you'd let him. that man is the type you have to smack his head and beg him to quit to get him to let up on eating you out. he is obsessed with hearing your breathy sighs and feeling your fingers gripping his hair to pull him closer. he is more of a giver than a taker, preferring to please you over receiving pleasure of his own. in all honesty, eating you out is pleasure enough to him. so much so, he's cum just by eating you out more than once with no other stimulation.
he is huge on aftercare. after he's fucked you, he's quick to comfort you and check in. he helps you get cleaned up and takes control over cleaning the bed so you can lay down. he grabs you a cold water from the kitchen and leans to whisper soft things in your ear. "you did so well, sweetheart. did you have fun? do you need anything from me? are you okay?" he whispers as his hands knead your hips and rub down your thighs.
he is such a perfect balance between gentle and mature and rough and ragged. nicholas is the boyfriend to have because of how versatile of a person he can be. there is so so much to be said about how I view nicholas as a boyfriend. that man would just be WHIPPED for his lover.
synopsis | sfw and nsfw headcanons for sweet, sweet boyfriend!jo, who has been hiding some interesting drawings from you.
details | boyfriend!jo x female!reader, non idol au, established relationship, fluff, jo is a sweetheart of course, below the cut is SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI, sub!jo, oral (f receiving), masturbation, penetration (p in v), unprotected sex (WRAP IT!), cum eating, cursing, not proofread, requested
wc | 1.1k
from the author | ive never written headcanons before and im 90% sure i did not do them Right. i wrote a normal fic in a horrifically complicated way. enjoy anyway i had fun :D also let me know if the cut placement is annoying and ill edit it to put everything under the cut !!
boyfriend!jo who, after mustering up every ounce of courage within him, planned an elaborate, romantic, and very public first date for the two of you. the restaurant was notoriously fancy, so he rented a tux and asked that you, too, wear something nice. although he thought you'd look beautiful in anything.
boyfriend!jo who visibly sighed a breath of relief when you suggested abandoning the dinner reservation and ordering a pizza to his apartment. the two of you sat in his floor dressed to the nines, stringing beads on plastic thread and bordering on madness when the fully constructed bracelets slid from between your greasy fingers before you could tie it off.
boyfriend!jo who carries the shopping basket while the two of you are grocery shopping because you once complained that the metal handles dig into your fingers.
boyfriend!jo who slowly piles blankets on top of you while you watch movies together, hoping that you'll be too comfortable by the time the credits roll to leave. alternatively, you'll just be stuck on the couch with him.
boyfriend!jo who feeds you popcorn while your arms are trapped beneath nine blankets.
boyfriend!jo who hangs onto your every word when you speak to the point that you reconsider what you're even talking about. what am i even saying, you wonder. he cant possibly be this interested in your friend's secondhand workplace drama. but he's listening, actively, attentively. because its you.
boyfriend!jo who secretly loves being little spoon, curling his long legs into yours and sinking into your hold.
boyfriend!jo who attempts to bake you a cake for your anniversary and ends up with more ingredients outside the mixing bowl than in.
boyfriend!jo who stole your heart, yes, but also steals glances at you more often than not, sometimes snapping a candid photo to use as a reference when he draws you in his notebook later.
boyfriend!jo who nearly cried when you gifted him the expensive set of pencils he'd been wanting forever but couldn't justify buying for himself. after giving you a swift kiss, he crammed his sketchbook and pencils into a bag and pulled you to the nearest cafe. he spent the next hour having you pose in sunlight, experimenting with shadows and basking in every moment with you.
boyfriend!jo who used his new pencils to add rich, blended color to a different, secret sketchbook, one you were never supposed to see.
boyfriend!jo who left his private sketchbook on the table, spine cracked and pages face down. he should have known you'd be curious about his work. you're always astonished by his varying styles, vivid interpretations of shared experiences. this time, however, you flipped the book over to reveal something you've never seen, at least not from that angle.
boyfriend!jo who has dedicated several pages of the sketchbook to lewd illustrations. ultra detailed, vibrant depictions of you, your pussy stretched and leaking, your lips swollen and coated in white. all hand drawn and from memory. you flip through the pages, thighs clenching, ideas brewing.
boyfriend!jo who comes home and sees the sketchbook face up, whose heart drops into his stomach as he anxiously peers into the kitchen in search of you, and who eventualy finds you on the bed, waiting for him with your clothes in a pile and your knees falling open.
boyfriend!jo who freezes in the doorway, watching your fingers pump in and out of your desperate hole. he feels his dick strain in his pants as your free hand gropes and twists at your nipple.
boyfriend!jo who manages to choke out a generous, "c-can i help you?"
boyfriend!jo who, after you reply with, "no, thank you, baby," seethes with lust, watching you bring yourself to completion in front of him. your orgasm racks over your body, your mewls and gasps sending all the blood to his cock.
boyfriend!jo who is so obedient, fetching his special sketchbook and sitting on the bed in front of you, just like you asked. as he settles, shifting uncomfortably from the way his dick is pressing against his jeans, you say, "i saw your drawings, jojo. you're very good, wouldn't you say?"
boyfriend!jo who cant stop staring at the crease of your thigh as you speak, your legs folded to one side. he knows what he wants from you but he just cant take it. he needs you to give it to him. "y-yes," he gulps, "especially when its you."
boyfriend!jo who has never been so needy, his mind actually spinning when you suggest, or rather insist, that he use you as a live model. "pose me however you want," you had said with a smile despite the venom of your intentions seeping between your words, "and if its good, i'll let you touch me."
boyfriend!jo who outlines your body on the page, truthfully and precisely. every curve, every shadow captured on paper to the best of his ability. with his tongue tucked between his teeth, he shades with a slanted wrist, washes the whole image in a gentle pigment, highlights the glistening slopes of your breasts and the pulsing slit of your pussy. and when he turns the book around to show you, you feel your face grow hot. his interpretation of you is perfectly honest and raw, beautifully executed.
boyfriend!jo who sighs into your pussy when you finally let him touch you, taste you.
boyfriend!jo who whines as you thread your fingers into his hair, grinding desperately against the bed as the taste of you covers every inch of his tongue. he was so good in every way.
boyfriend!jo who gets the most satisfaction just laying helplessly beneath you and letting you use him for your own pleasure. he loves watching your body roll and twist above him, caressing your thighs and, if he's feeling brave, ghosting his fingers over your nipples.
boyfriend!jo who knows hes not allowed to cum inside of you, so he fists the sheets and rolls his own hips to bring you closer to the edge. you know he's close when his frantic whimpers regress into concentrated breathing, teetering on stifled groans but just controlled enough that you know he wants to make you proud.
boyfriend!jo who lets you ride out your high before pulling out and spilling hot cum all up his stomach.
boyfriend!jo who shivers when you lower your tongue to his skin and lap the majority of it up, just before pulling the freshly drawn page out of his sketchbook and using it to wipe up the rest.
boyfriend!jo who takes the paper from your hand and drags it over the scattered droplets on his chest.
boyfriend!jo who, after a sudden rush of confidence, slides his sensitive tip through your pussy and sighs, "let me draw you while im inside?"
.⋆♱: idol!nicholas x non-idol!reader. after the release of the photos from nicholas' fashion project "wenoism", reader had some "complications" when she got to look at them. (omfg i suck at summarizations), bsfs minju and yunah mentioned✌️
.☘︎ ݁˖: obvious from the title, yn got that lil freak in em (👅)
.⋆♱: yes chat i know it's obvious that im going fkin crazy over ts and yes i also took the opportunity to write another thirsty ass fic on it🙏 #needthatcookiesobad
not proofread btw !
♬⋆.˚ "tell me how good it feels to be needed."
"oh my god." the silver utensils that were hanging off of her fingers clinked down onto her plate, that was messed with her unfinished food as her jaw slid down from the instagram story that was displayed on her screen.
the sudden noise made minju and yunah look up from their own plates with startled eyes, abruptly stopped chewing to quickly look around them in embarrassment by the dramatic shit y/n pulled off. now they got some weird looks from the other people around their table
"we're in a public space y/n, can we not-" yunah hissed through her teeth with a forced smile. apologetically looking at the other people who turned their way.
meanwhile y/n couldn't be budged as the thing on her screen is way more concerning than those people giving them judgemental glares right now. because what pictured on her phone was nicholas literally shirtless, and that damn fabric was doing nothing to cover anything up. he didn't even try to hide that this was anything but modeling. it's just a literal thirst trap to look at, no exaggeration.
because you call that an endorsement for your brand?
"y/n we're getting stared at please stop" minju stammered, getting awkward by the judgy glares they were receiving. don't even mention how yunah reasoned "she took some shots" to explain the odd behavior. when she's actually crazy as hell even without sipping anything yet.
she didn't even know the purpose of those damn photos for. whether it's a fashion project or brand announcement, it gave him absolutely no reason to be making everybody stepped on earth thirst like that.
and with these two women, they were no stranger to the fact that their senior idol is her boyfriend. it didn't even make sense to them the first time she said "my boyfriend? i met this guy named nicholas wang by the park the other day" because how does one get linked up in a relationship with an idol that casually? apparently, she was completely oblivious that he was one until he said it. and the only thing she replied with is "well that explain your looks"
minju beside her snatched her phone, clicking it off and hiding the screen beneath the table. having to do it to save y/n's remaining dignity, because if there were dispatch spies hanging around them and they happened to catch a snap of her phone, having nicholas fully postered up in there, she might as well deport herself or something
"we get that your boyfriend is hot okay but you're asking to be in a dispatch article by this" minju remarked, giving her a wide eyed glare before shoving her phone back to her from beneath.
y/n flinching from the force, she held her gadget back into her hold and proceeded to use the other free hand to eat. and it was not hard to notice the slight tint of red that bloomed onto her cheeks.
though her phone was closed off, she can vividly imagine that photo of nicholas in her mind again and again.
his toned figure was something she hadn't seen yet, at all. biceps, sure. but if you added the abs and the whole torso in general, that's a different conversation. and it made her so fucking irritated that a fabric is hiding the other parts of him that she wanted to see more of. basically a tease. and she's not likin' it.
it's been a while she'd seen him too, and she'd been lonely, starved, just by being on her own. lonely, just seeing her boyfriend through fancams and video performances.
literally none could fathom how badly she wanted him right here right now
and yes, she's eating dinner right now, but she remained craving for something more.
"oh? and i thought we already ate a lot, still starving?" yunah joked, her eyes glinting with mischief as she took a bite out of her pastry. winking at the double implication she meant by her tease.
"and i also heard from harua they're all free from schedules today...." minju added, dragging a tone at the last word. her eyes narrowed down on her plate as she toyed her remains with her fork. trying to keep it cool, but she couldn't hold back the grin that flashed across her lips.
♬⋆.˚
"come home right now."
she texts. no context, no nothing. just a message that carried all the impatience and neediness she had for him.
every second that ticked by felt like hours. she paced rapidly across the halls of her apartment, even if she tried sitting down, a knee kept trembling up and down uncontrollably.
she had enough of craving him through a screen alone. she'd been starved enough from all this time.
as much as she wanted to give herself the desire of release she lusts for, she knew that she won't be satisfied by her own touch. she can't satisfy herself, no matter how much she wanted to imagine him. she wanted her body to be imprinted by his touch. she wanted him to ignite fire all over her skin, leaving trails of flames along his fingers.
but the odds of having a time like that for herself with him kept getting burrowed by his career.
she was not kidding if she said that she vowed that once he clicks that door open, there's nothing stopping her from getting what she wants.
as so the door revealed nicholas, in the middle of the action of opening his arms for her to be cradled in, she completely ignored it.
and went straight for his lips.
dragging him inside her home with a pull of her hand onto his collar, she lowered him onto her level before attaching her mouth onto his. cuffing his lips close from saying any cheap greetings that won't do anything to extinguish the ongoing spark that's burning within her.
she felt him release a small gasp of surprise, groping her shoulders in attempt of pressuring her away. but she wouldn't budge, and kept the connection of their tongues in tact.
and eventually she felt him surrender into her demanding pace, reciprocating the kiss in the way she wanted to feel.
as the clash of their tongues and teeth went on, their whole attention were solely molded onto their chained lips. they didn't took notice of the way their bodies moved on their own. tipping over on one place to another drunkenly.
as their legs led them onto the living room, y/n pushed him back onto the couch's cushion, her thighs separating to settle on both sides of his hips, straddling him before she left his mouth. attaching now onto his jaw and skin where his pulse were placed. feeling himself free to speak, he breathed,
"what's up with you?" his eyes buzzed with intoxication, looking at her hungry state while his hands found their way up to her waist, as if locking her in place
a sharp glare escaped from her eye, piercing into his before leaving the area she was nipping at, sitting up properly.
"what's wrong with me? you really thought that wenoism shit didn't tick me out?" she grumbled, breath fanning over his as her face contorts into frustration. maybe from impatience, or somewhere in between.
"i've had enough starving myself."
sliding her hand onto his wrist, she brought it up by her neck as she inched closer, clasping his palm right where she could feel herself bursting
"can you feel my blood running? i could almost feel the skies falling in waiting for you..." voice cracking onto a whisper the more she spoke. the earlier dominance slowly fading into something more eager,
"please, just break me."
♬⋆.˚
#needthat
dontcopyortranslatemyworks (im only on tumblr okay)
he can never keep his hands to himself. hand interlocked with yours walking down the street, hand squeezing your thigh as he's driving or wrapped around your waist whenever someone gets too close to you.
he's always making sure you know how much he loves you, not by words, but by his actions. as he's passing by you, he bumps his head against yours like a cat as if to say 'i love you today as well'. when you're in bed, he puts his head to yours, eyes looking directly into yours as he leans in for a sweet goodnight kiss.
he likes the feeling of your skin. when you lay onto him, his hand finds its way under your shirt, kneading your tummy. he rubs your abdomen, fingers lingering too long in one place. you begin pushing his hand off because you're ticklish, and this only makes him more stubborn, his hand traveling higher.
when you aren't giving him enough attention, back turned towards him or too busy to entertain his wants, he begins teasing you. pulling you into a back hug, arms wrapped around you as he hold you tight against his chest. he leaves feather-light kisses on the nape of your neck, whining in your ear for your attention. he just wants you so much. 𖹭
content: Maki x Reader, Needy!Maki, Soft Dom!Maki, p in v, unprotected sex, creampies, BREEDING, Maki calls reader Mommy/Mama, talks of pregnancy, cum eating,
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a/n: apologise for any errors I am high and I love maki
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It took approximately three minutes for Maki to go from the front of your complex to your apartment door most days; today, he did it in one and a half. Knocking heavily on your door, hands trembling. He needed you more than usual, waiting like a dog with his tail between his legs. When you finally opened the door, he pushed himself inside, wrapping his hands around you, pulling you into his chest. “Baby…” He whispers, deeply inhaling your scent. “Maki? What’s wrong?” you gasp at his sudden entrance. He didn't mention coming over, always busy with practice or schedules, the two of you usually only get to call most days, so his showing up unannounced was definitely a surprise.
He kicks the door shut behind him, pushing you feverishly against the wall. “Missed you… So much,” he whines, nuzzling his face into the side of your neck, softly kissing up and down the side. Your stomach does flips while his kisses turn into soft bites, his hands finding their way down to your hips, thumbs tucking into the waistband of your pajama pants. Maki thought you looked cozy already in your sleepwear, ready for bed. He wanted to come home to this every day. His knees buckle just thinking about it. He could take such good care of you if you’d let him. He grinds your hips against his, groaning as his lips finally make their way up to yours.
You melt instantly into his lips, a sigh forcing its way from your lungs. You feel his tongue swiping at your bottom lip, begging to be let in, pulling himself impossibly closer as if he needed to get under your skin. “I missed you too, Maki…” you whisper to his lips, kissing him again before pulling back again. “What's got you so ahh~” you start to ask, but get interrupted by him reaching his hands under your shirt, grabbing at your breasts. He bites his lips as he rolls his fingers over your hardening nipples. “Let me fuck you,” he whispers, voice low and dripping with need, “please.” When you nod your head, giving him the green light, he wastes no time pulling your shirt over your head, opting to leave kisses along your collarbone as he reaches back into the waistband of your pants, shoving the baggy material down. The cold air makes chills run across your body, shuddering against his touch, seeking his warmth. “Always so pretty for me,” he says, looking you up and down. “Does my sweet girl want me to take her here, or do you wanna move to the room?” he smirks as you snatch his wrist, pulling him towards your bedroom. You sit yourself at the foot of the bed, staring up at him.
Maki stalks closer, standing between your spread legs; his hand reaches for the top of your head, petting your hair back softly. Once his hand reaches the back of your head, he gets an idea. He presses your face forward, pushing your face against his clothed cock, the lewd action making him twitch in his jeans. You whimper against the fabric, rubbing your face closer, mouthing at his bulge. Your hands reach up, undoing his belt slowly, hands shaking with need. Once you finally free his aching cock tip red and already dripping with precum. He takes himself in his hands, stroking himself slowly in your face. “Go ahead and turn around for me, sweet girl, face down.” You quickly oblige, turning onto your knees, presenting yourself fully for him. “So good for me tonight, pretty.” his hands fly to your ass, tugging on the lace of your panties, finally the last step leaving you completely nude under him. Maki finishes undressing, then takes his time sliding his fingers between your folds. “Shit, you're already so wet for me. Look, I can slide right in.” he smiles as two of his fingers sink into your greedy hole. You whine into the sheets below you, pushing your hips deeper onto his fingers. He clicks his tongue, “None of that, pretty; let me open you up myself.” He holds your hip with his other hand while he works you open, leaving you whiny and even more desperate than before. “Maki please…just fuck me already…” You cry out, begging for more. Needing to feel him plunge into you. “Are you sure you're ready, pretty?” he teases, curling his fingers inside of you. You nod into the mattress, “Please, I need you so bad..” you whimper, tears brimming in your eyes. It all being too much and not enough at once, Maki lets out a hum before dragging the head of his cock up and down your slit. “Need me here so bad, don't you?” he smiles to himself wickedly. You try pushing your hips back against him again, earning a large smack on your ass. “Stay still for me. Take what I give you,” he orders. It takes everything in your power to listen, to not go against his word.
In what feels like eternity, you finally feel Maki lining himself up to your hole, entering slowly, you hear him hold his breath as he pushes himself deeper, bottoming out in you. When he finally starts moving, it's slow and deep thrusts as if he is trying to feel every part of you squeeze around him. “God damn, baby, you're taking me so fucking good,” he groans out desperately. He takes both his hands and slides them around your waist, holding your back to his chest. “I know you want me faster, sweet thing. Go ahead, ask nicely.” he bites your shoulder lightly. Embarrassment fills your chest as you whine at his request. “C'mon, I know you can,” he says, shallow thrusts making you dizzy. You huff, annoyed that he already knows what you want. Why does he always make you beg? Not that you minded it, just felt so embarrassing at times like this. The tears that were welling in your eyes were finally starting to spill out. “Maki, please, I need you to ruin me. I need it so bad, please fuck me until I can't think anymore,” you plead.
“Atta fucking girl,” he groans, finally pulling back far enough where only the tip is inside and slamming down into you. “This is what you wanted, right?” Another slam, “I can make you go dumb baby,” slam, “make you feel so good.” Maki can't seem to control his own moans anymore. His view was making him go crazy. He loved hitting it from the back, watching as you shake beneath him, always so trusting and pliant for him, never going against his orders. His hands reach your shoulders as he bends one of his knees up so he can drill into you faster. “Mhm Maki, gonna cum~” you mewl out with a broken voice. Maki shakes his head. “Not yet. Hold it for me, baby,” he says, not seeming to slow down, though still punishing your pussy thoroughly.
“Y’know I've been thinking.. A lot actually,” he grunts, flipping you over on your back. His hands are pressing down on your stomach as he continues to fuck you. “You would look so pretty pregnant,” he says suddenly, confusion filling your brain, but he continues on his rant. “Fuck, imagining you full of my seed, it makes me feel insane.” Maki is fully panting now, watching as your eyes try hard to stay open. “I can feel you clenching around me so tight, baby. You want that too, don't you? Want me to make my sweet girl a mommy?” All you can do is nod. Maki has never spoken to you like this, but whatever he is saying is working wonders. The pressure built in your core is ready to burst open at any moment. “Fuck I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna finish so deep inside you, make you a mama.” He reaches down, grabbing your face, “Look at me while I breed this greedy hole of yours,” he says before coming undone, moaning out while maintaining eye contact, not looking away. Your climax comes soon after trembling from holding it for so long.
Maki doesn't pull out right away, in fact, he cages you in his arms, holding you close. “Did so good for me, sweet girl,” he whispers kindly, completely different from the tone just seconds before. When he does pull out, he leans back and spreads your folds to watch himself leak out of you slowly. A proud smile on his face, he looks back up at your eyes, darkening. “So much spilled out, darling, I guess we are gonna have to try again,” he says, scooping some of it with his fingers, putting them in his mouth, and licking the mixture slowly. You gulped, not fully prepared for what this night truly had to offer.
a/n: idk how I got here.…..I couldn't focus so I got h1gh and somehow ended up with this I promise it was supposed to be much shorter
