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in which you’ve always been a little bit in love with your best friend’s older brother.
pairing: koga yudai x fem!reader
warnings: smut MDNI, best friends brother!kei, CHEATING (don’t read if you don’t like that), small age gap, drinking, dry humping, pussy eating, fingering, blowjobs, dirty talk, risky sex, unprotected sex, belly bulge, multiple positions, cumming inside.
for you, it was always kei.
and that was wrong. it was supposed to be emi, your best friend—not her older brother.
but you couldn’t help yourself. no, it seemed entirely impossible not to have feelings for him.
ten years. you’d been best friends with emi for ten years. therefore, you’d known her brother for ten years as well. ten painful years of longing. a decade of one-sided love.
you’d been distraught and head-over-heels for him for years. and you hadn’t the slightest inclination as to how he felt about you.
as much as you hated to be realistic, you figured he probably didn’t like you. you were his little sisters best friend, and he probably saw you as just another annoying little sister type. he probably had his focus on other women, ones who were more mature, ones that hadn’t practically grown up alongside him like you had.
your ideas were proven correct the day you found out kei had a girlfriend—hana. that day was almost a year ago.
when you found out about his relationship through emi, a part of you thought that it would be good for you. surely kei having a girlfriend who wasn’t you would help you get over him.
wrong.
your feelings for him were just as strong as ever, perhaps even stronger now due to the jealously and rage you felt whenever you happened to see he and hana together.
it didn’t feel right. they didn’t look right together. the only person you could see him with was yourself.
but he wasn’t with you. he’d chosen her, and not his younger sister’s best friend. naturally.
being around him made you sad now. you preferred hanging out at your house instead of emi’s because you didn’t run into kei. you avoided him at all costs because you hated the way it felt to see him and not have him in the way you wanted.
but today, you were out of luck. it couldn’t be avoided. emi’s parents were throwing their annual summer party, and you couldn’t miss that. you had no excuse good enough to miss such an event, an event you’d been attending every year you and she had been friends.
it meant kei was going to be there, and most likely, that meant hana was going to be there too.
the idea of having to see them on top of each other all day put you in a bad mood before you even got there. you were in a sour mood as you got dressed in a tank top and a cute summery skirt, and when you did your hair and makeup.
when you saw how good you looked in the mirror after you were done getting ready, you felt a little better.
“you look cute,” emi said to you as she opened the door and let you inside.
“thanks,” you said, stepping into her parent’s house—a house you practically lived in when you and emi were in school together.
you knew your way around as well as you knew the way around your own house. you knew emi’s old room was up the stairs, first door on the left, and kei’s was on the right. though, neither of them have lived there in years, both having grown up and moved out to their own places.
“y/n!” the familiar, warm tone of emi’s mom voice greeted.
you turned around, immediately being taken into her arms.
“it’s so good to see you, honey,” she said, scanning you carefully up and down. “you look great! doesn’t she look great, emi?”
“i already told her,” emi replied.
“oh, thank you,” you said shyly. “it’s a new skirt.”
“oh, it’s not the skirt,” her mom dismissed. “it’s you, sweetheart. kei, did you say hi to y/n yet? come here.”
your eyes widened. you hadn’t even realized he was there, but when you turned around, there he was. he was coming down the stairs, and looked as heart wrenchingly beautiful as always.
it’d been almost a year since you saw him, the longest you’d ever gone without seeing him.
“hey, stranger,” he said, approaching you with a smile. “it’s been forever.”
although it was hard to see him, you still couldn’t help the smile that snuck onto your face. you were happy to see him, happy when he opened his arms to you and embraced you in a close, warm hug.
you closed your eyes when your face was pressed into his torso, inhaling the scent of him. you let yourself have it, knowing it was the most contact with him that you were probably going to get.
“i’ll let you all catch up,” emi’s mom said, dismissing herself from you, kei, and emi, as she went to welcome more party guests.
you and kei pulled apart, your body still tingling from the touch.
“there’s not that much to catch up on,” emi said. “c’mon, let’s go outside!”
before you could even take anything to kei, emi grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you outside, where the party was full-blown.
it seemed that more and more people came every year. the backyard was filled with people—neighbors, family friends, relatives, and more. you cluelessly followed emi to the drinks table.
“wang nicholas is here,” she told you.
“who?” you replied, pouring yourself a cup of soda.
“wang nicholas!” emi repeated excitedly. “he lives in the neighborhood, so my parents know his. he’s insanely hot, and i think you should hook up with him.”
you scoffed.
“why would i do that?” you questioned.
“he’s like the only person our age here,” emi explained. “plus, jo will be here soon and i don’t want you to feel like a third wheel.”
it was funny, how emi got in a relationship around the same time as her brother. she and jo had been dating for just under a year, similar to kei and hana.
speaking of hana, you’d yet to see her. maybe today was your lucky day. maybe she wouldn’t come. or better yet, maybe you’d find out that they’d broken up.
“i’ll survive,” you said.
“at least let me introduce you?” emi pleaded, jutting her bottom lip out.
you rolled your eyes, but agreed nonetheless. if it made her happy, then you’d do it. you didn’t care. either way, you knew you weren’t going to be able to focus on anyone other than kei today.
emi led you over to where some tables were set up. groups of people were eating and chatting, and eventually she found nicholas.
“nicholas!” she exclaimed, grabbing his attention. “this is my best friend, y/n. y/n, this is nicholas.”
you supposed that emi had been right—nicholas was hot. you thought she may have been exaggerating to gain your interest, but she wasn’t. not at all.
he was very attractive, but in a different way than kei. kei was outrageously, traditionally handsome. he was tall and muscular, with a kind face and sweet personality.
nicholas, on the other hand, had a sharp, fox-like expression. his hair was dyed red, his clothes baggy and unique. he had piercings, and rings stacked to his knuckle. again, he was hot.
“nice to meet you,” nicholas said, standing up to properly greet you.
“nice to meet you, too,” you replied, blushing as he enveloped his hand in your smaller one.
emi smiled to herself.
“jo’s here,” she informed. “i’m gonna go grab him. be right back.”
she sprinted away from you two, leaving you alone with mysterious, good-looking nicholas.
-
somehow, an entire hour passed of you talking to nicholas, an hour that didn’t feel like an hour at all because of how nicely you two were getting along.
you’d hardly noticed that emi never came back with jo.
but unfortunately, it was impossible for you not to notice kei with hana by his side. it was impossible not to drown nicholas out and focus on the way hana was laughing at something kei was saying, leaning against his arm.
it made your stomach sink. it made you feel completely sick, to see the man you loved with someone else.
“hey,” nicholas suddenly said, drawing you back in. “you good?”
you forced your gaze away from kei and hana, who were heading inside and out of your line of sight anyway.
“yeah, yeah, i’m good,” you said, clearing your throat. “what were you saying?”
nicholas kept talking, and you nodded along for a few minutes.
soon after, the soda you’d drank had caught up with you. you excused yourself from the table, hurrying away and inside.
you made your way upstairs, opting to use the bathroom up there instead of the one of the first level, knowing there were more guests waiting to use it.
as you made your way down the hall on the way to the bathroom, you overheard voices through the crack in kei’s old bedroom door.
you halted in your footsteps, pausing to listen.
“i don’t know why we’re still arguing about this. we have to get back to the party.”
it sounded like kei.
“how can we act normal at the party when we’re pissed at each other, kei? can we just resolve this already?”
and hana.
“it’s not something we can just resolve, hana!” he was trying his best not to yell, it seemed. “this is a big deal.”
you felt bad for eavesdropping, but the more you listened, the more curious you got about what they were fighting about.
“you’re the one making it a big deal,” hana spat. “if you just listened to what i was saying, you’d see that my side makes more sense.”
“i’m not making it a big deal,” he responded. “i’m being mature about it. you’re being childish.”
“childish?” she screeched.
their voices were starting to raise, so you quickly hurried on down the hall to the bathroom. you did your business, pondering what it was they were fighting about.
you checked yourself in the mirror, making sure you looked alright before heading back out. as soon as you stepped out of the bathroom, hana and kei emerged from the bedroom, both of their expressions pissed off.
“you don’t have to leave,” kei said, following her down the stairs.
“well, i don’t wanna stay,” she replied.
you stayed at the top of the stairs until the front door shut and you were sure she was gone.
cautiously, you made your way down. kei was still standing in front of the door, an unreadable look on his face now.
“you okay?” you asked hesitantly.
he jolted, unaware that you’d entered the room.
“oh, yeah,” he said, forcing a dry chuckle. “you heard that, huh?”
“some of it,” you admitted.
kei sighed, shaking his head.
“it’s nothing,” he said. you didn’t say anything, and so he kept talking. “we’ve just been talking about moving in together. i mean, she’s been talking about it, but i’ve been telling her i think it’s too soon. it hasn’t even been a year yet, but she’s just insistent. i don’t know why, and…sorry, i’m ranting. you probably don’t care.”
“no, i do care,” you assured, taking a step closer to him. “i do. i’m sorry you guys got into a fight.”
you went as far as to place your hand on the side of his arm, and that alone was enough for your body to warm up again with excitement. just to be touching him.
he relaxed under your touch, offering you a small smile.
“thanks,” he said. “it’s fine. it’s done for now, at least.”
you kept your hand on him for another moment, then regretfully retracted it.
“are you coming back outside?” you wondered.
“yeah,” he said. “i’ll be right out.”
you nodded and walked away, back outside.
-
10:30 p.m.
the party had ended hours ago, but you and the other people around your age—emi, jo, nicholas, and kei—all decided to stay and have a campfire that night. there was leftover food, drinks and dessert, so it was perfect.
emi was perched in jo’s lap, nicholas beside you, and kei across the fire. he looked like he was glowing, the way the hues of orange and red reflected off his skin.
you met his eyes briefly, while nicholas was telling a story to the group. you could see the flames dancing in his dark eyes, and it entranced you, so much so that you didn’t even want to look away.
“i’m gonna get another beer,” kei suddenly announced, hopping up from his chair. “can i get anyone anything?”
“i’ll take another beer,” nicholas said.
“can you get me another wine cooler?” emi asked. “and one for jo, too!”
“i’ll help you,” you offered, seeing as how everyone seemed to want something.
you stood up, following kei over to the drink cooler, a bit further away from the fire. the chatter of your friends dwindled out, almost silent when you made it to the cooler with kei.
he bent over and opened the cooler, fishing through the ice to pull out the drinks.
“did you want something?” he wondered.
“maybe just a water,” you replied.
he rummaged around and pulled out a bottle of water for you, the melted ice dripping off the bottom.
“not drinking?” he asked.
“no, not today,” you said.
“that’s good,” he responded. “i don’t usually either, but today…”
he trailed off, sighing. it was as though just remembering the fight he had with hana was stressing him out.
“i get it,” you assured him. “if there’s anything i can do, just let me know.”
kei looked up at you from where he was kneeling on the ground in front of the cooler, his eyes sparkling in the starlight. he swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.
“that’s nice of you,” he said. “why don’t i ever see you anymore?”
his question took you by surprise, how out of the blue it seemed.
“i-i don’t—”
“this is the first time i’ve seen you all year,” he interrupted. “it feels like ever since i started seeing hana, i stopped seeing you.”
you gulped. was it that obvious? if he picked on that, did he pick up on your feelings for him too?
you sputtered, wracking your brain for some kind of an excuse.
“i’ve just been busy, is all,” you told him. “schools ending, and i’m looking for a job, and—”
“you don’t like her,” kei said.
your heart was beating uncomfortably fast.
“hana?” you asked. “of course i do. i mean, i hardly know her.”
“i know,” he replied. “but i can tell. i’ve known you for ten years. i know you pretty well.”
you sighed. you weren’t sure you could talk yourself out of that one, talk yourself out of a literal fact.
“i’m sorry, kei,” you said. “i’m sure she’s great. i’m sure if i got to know her a little better, i’d like her. it’s just…”
he waited for you to go, only to realize you had nothing to say.
“it’s okay,” he concluded. “it’s okay that you don’t like her.”
“how is it okay?” you asked with a scoff. “i’ve hardly had one conversation with her.”
“so then why don’t you?” he wondered. “why don’t you like her?”
as much as you hated to admit it, you had a sneaking suspicion that he knew why. that he knew you hated his girlfriend because you were jealous, and that you wanted him for yourself.
“i just don’t,” you mumbled, staring down at the ground pathetically.
he stood up from where he was kneeling on the ground, carrying the drinks.
“we should probably head back,” he said, taking a step back towards the fire.
“wait,” you said, reaching out to catch his arm, stopping him from going further. “are you mad at me?”
he looked down at you, and for some reason, the corners of his lips tugged upwards ever so slightly.
“no,” he answered. “of course not.”
and then he was walking away, leaving you completely, utterly confused.
-
it felt just like old times—you and emi having a sleepover in her room, sharing a bed like you did in middle and high school.
some things never changed. she was fast asleep beside you, always the one to be able to fall asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. and you were always the one who laid awake beside her, staring up at the ceiling, deep in your thoughts.
back in middle and high school, those thoughts usually revolved around the person who was just across the hall from you guys. and now, it remains the same.
kei. you were thinking about him. some things really never do change.
it was the middle of the night. jo and nicholas had left hours ago, and although you weren’t planning on spending the night, it was too late at night to drive home. you were too spent anyway after the long day.
you turned onto your side, staring at the closed door. you imagined yourself getting up and out of bed, walking over to the door, stepping across the hall and sneaking into kei’s room.
you imagined him lifting the covers up on his bed, welcoming you in. him pressing his body against yours, his lips against yours. his hands running up and down, exploring every part of you, his mouth moving down and down and down—
you exhaled shakily, forcing yourself to stop thinking about it. you couldn’t think about your best friends brother in such a way when she was fast asleep right beside you.
but you could think about it somewhere else.
you tugged yourself out of bed and tiptoed out of the room, quietly shutting the door behind you. you were just going to go downstairs, have a glass of water in the kitchen, and return to bed once you were cooled down from thinking of kei.
that was what you did. you navigated the kitchen in the dark, pouring yourself a glass of water. then, you sat at the counter and drank slowly, thoughts of his hands on your body flashing through your mind.
it was bad. it was horrible. the man was just upstairs, asleep, and belonging to someone else, and yet your brain was coming up with tons of different less than appropriate scenarios.
you finished your water quickly. you were thirstier than you’d thought.
luckily, you felt a bit better and decided you might actually be able to get some sleep now. so, back upstairs you went, only just as you were about to go back into emi’s room, kei’s door opened.
he looked down at you, surprised to see you standing there in the dark hallway.
“i thought i heard noises.”
“sorry,” you said, keeping your voice hushed. “i just needed a glass of water.”
“oh,” he said, whispering. “are you going back to bed?”
“yeah,” you answered, whispering back. “are you?”
“i couldn’t sleep,” he admitted.
“me neither,” you responded.
“do you wanna come into my room so we don’t have to whisper?” he asked.
that was an offer you were never going to decline.
so, you ended up in kei’s room, sitting on his bed with him. only the soft light of his bedside lamp illuminated the room, making it dim and cozy.
“why can’t you sleep?” you wondered. “are you thinking about hana?”
“i guess,” kei responded, leaning back on his palms, fingers sinking into the thick comforter. “more so about how you don’t like her.”
you swallowed.
“don’t think about that,” you said. “it doesn’t even matter what i think.”
you were staring down at your lap, fidgeting with your fingers.
“of course it does,” kei said. “i care what you think.”
your eyebrows twitched downwards into a frown.
“why?” you wondered with a scoff.
“what do you mean why?” he asked. “i just do. i care about you, so naturally i care what you think. if you had a boyfriend, would you care whether or not i liked them?”
you took a moment to answer.
“yes,” you declared. “but not for the same reasons you have.”
“why, then?”
you weren’t sure what it was that made you say what you said next. the dimness in his room, the late hours of the night, the fact that he was sitting so close to you you could feel the heat radiating from his body—you didn’t know.
“because i like you,” you said, mumbling because you felt so pathetic. “it’s probably the reason i don’t even have a boyfriend—because i like you too much.”
you nervously glanced over at him, anxious to see what his reaction would be. but you couldn’t tell. he was just staring back at you, face practically the same, but with a slight jump in his eyebrows.
maybe he was surprised. you liked to think you managed to hide your crush on him fairly well.
“you…what?”
“‘m not saying it again,” you said. “i probably shouldn’t have said it at all.”
he was just staring blankly, and it drove you crazy to have no idea what he was thinking. but then his gaze, ever so slightly, hardened. his jaw clenched, eyes darkening.
“you’re right,” he said. “you shouldn’t have said that.”
your heart sunk. what were you thinking? telling a taken man that you had feelings for him, as if he could ever reciprocate them.
your eyes stung, your throat closing up and burning with the need to cry.
“i-i—”
“now everything is that much harder,” kei continued. “how am i supposed to act normal now in front of hana knowing you like me?”
“it’s not like we see each other often,” you tried to assure him. “it doesn’t need to change anything.”
“oh, come on, y/n,” he said gruffly. “it changes everything.”
“why?” you asked, attempting to blink back your tears.
his expression soften when he noticed the glimmer in your eyes, the vulnerability written all over your face.
“because i always had the suspicion,” he began, and you swore he was moving closer, “the suspicion that you liked me. but since i didn’t know for sure, i never did anything about it. and now i know for sure, and…”
you were hanging onto every last one of his words.
“and what?” you urged, desperate.
“and i can’t do anything about it,” he mumbled.
his face was right in front of yours, his palm pressing into the bed. just a couple inches closer and you would’ve been kissing.
“but would you do something about it?” you asked, your voice hardly coming out above a whisper. “if you didn’t have a girlfriend?”
his gaze flickered down to your lips, back to your eyes, and they seemed to alternate between the two spots for what felt like a lifetime.
“i feel like i might do something anyway,” he admitted.
and then he did. he closed the gap of space between your lips, finally kissing you for the first time.
you felt like melting. you felt the pressure of his lips against yours, your lips moving like fluid together in perfect unison, and you thought it might kill you.
you dove your hands into his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. kei nudged the tip of his tongue against your lips, and when you opened, he slid it into your mouth, mixing his saliva with yours.
he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you on top of his lap so you were straddling him, knees on either side of his hips.
the kiss was quick to get messy. your hands were buried in his hair, while his roamed your body and caressed your skin. your tongues rubbed together, spilling drool out the sides of your mouths.
before you knew it, your hips were jutting back and forth on his lap, rubbing against his growing erection. he sighed against your mouth, reaching down to squeeze your ass, helping guide you against him.
“kei,” you moaned against his lips.
you were starting to find it hard to kiss him back, already so far gone and lost in a haze of the pleasure that rubbing yourself on him was bringing. that didn’t deter him, though, as he continued kissing you, continued licking into your mouth.
you could hardly keep up, and so you let him take the lead. he lifted you up off his lap, laying you down flat on your back on his mattress, pulling you right to the edge of the bed. you watched as he sunk to his knees on the floor and spread your legs, dark eyes staring up at you.
he rubbed your thighs, bare aside from the short pair of pajama shorts you had on. he ran his large hands up, pushing the fabric as he went, and then slid them back down to your knees. the teasing was driving you crazy, so much so that you couldn’t help your hips from bucking up in desperation.
“please,” you whimpered, struggling to meet his intimidating gaze. “please, kei.”
he hummed in satisfaction.
“you’re pretty when you beg,” he said, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your shorts. “makes it hard not to give you what you want.”
he slid your shorts down your legs then, breath catching in his throat when he saw you weren’t wearing any panties. you were just bare now from the waist down, all splayed out on his bed for him.
he stared for a moment, taking in the sight of you. but then he couldn’t go another second without touching you, so he leaned in and pressed his lips to the inside of your thigh.
you sighed in pleasure, your fingers sliding through his dark hair. he pressed soft kisses along your thigh, then the other one, keeping a firm grip on your hips as he did so.
then, finally, he licked a long stripe up from the bottom of your pussy to the top. you let out a moan that was a little too loud given the time of night and circumstances—your best friend just across the hall and their parents just a couple rooms down.
kei acted fast, slapping a hand over your mouth to muffle your sounds. you felt dizzy, like your head wasn’t even attached to your body. it felt so good.
“shhh,” he scolded, slowly pulling his hand away. “don’t want emi to hear you, hm?”
you rapidly shook your head, eyes wide at just the thought of emi catching you spread out on her brother’s bed, his face between your thighs.
with your feet planted flat on the mattress, your legs were spread just wide enough for kei to fit between. he held onto your thighs, making sure your stayed spread for him as he slid his tongue up and down your folds, savoring your taste and your warmth.
“that’s it,” he cooed, tilting his head to the side to get a better angle. “taste so fucking good for me, baby.”
your jaw went slack as you watched his tongue swirl around your pussy, scooping up your wetness and swallowing it like water from a bowl. he pressed his tongue inside you, fucking it in and out of your clenching hole, the tip of his nose rubbing against your clit.
“kei,” you cried out as quietly as you could, holding back so, so much more. “p-please don’t stop.”
he hummed, dark eyes looking up at you. he fucked you with his impressive tongue, and the sensation of his nose bumping your clit was so minimal and soft, but so unbelievably stimulating at the same time. you didn’t know getting head could feel this good, but then again, it didn’t surprise you because it was kei. you were in love with the guy, and you just knew he had to be good at it.
he pulled his tongue from your cunt and moved up to wrap his lips around your puffy clit, sucking on it softly and occasionally sliding his tongue over it for extra attention. you let your head fall back against the mattress because you were too weak to keep holding it up, too dizzy from his electric tongue.
eyes rolling back into your head, you felt kei’s fingers suddenly prodding at your entrance before sliding in. you were soaking wet, so it wasn’t hard for him to slide them in, slowly beginning to thrust them in and out, your walls clenching around them.
he circled your clit in circles with the tip of his tongue while his fingers massaged your insides, so long that they were able to reach deep, deep inside of you, enough to hit that spot that made your body tense, a squeal on the tip of your tongue.
kei watched you carefully, gauging what you responded especially well to, and you definetely liked this. you definetely liked when he fucked you with his fingers while flicking his tongue back and forth over your clit.
he’d remember that for next time.
he could tell you were close without you even needing to say anything. he could feel your poor cunt tightening and un-tightening around his fingers, could feel your clit throbbing in his mouth. your body was tense and your chest was heaving. you were so close, and he wanted to get you there.
“i’m gonna cum,” you told him, voice breaking.
“i know,” he responded, fingers moving nice and deep. “go ahead, baby. i’ve got you.”
his words and the way he was practically coaxing it out of you gave you no choice. you had to let go.
your jaw fell slack and you squeezed his blanket between your fingers as you started to cum. he kept moving his fingers in and out, kept that painfully delicious circling of his tongue against your clit to milk out your high, to get the most out of you that he could.
he watched you in awe, his cock twitching in his pants at the sight of you cumming. he wanted to fuck you so bad. he had for so long now, just like you.
your thighs were shaking by the time you were done coming down from your high. your hole fluttered around air when he pulled his fingers out, glistening with your wetness.
all you could do was lay there on his bed, trembling from the intensity of your orgasm. kei stood up from the floor, standing between your bare legs, his cock straining in his pants.
you opened your heavy eyelids and trailed your gaze down to his cock. then, with a second wind, you moved to kneel before him on the bed, tugging his pants down enough for his dick to be revealed.
you couldn’t believe it, as you were face to face with his impressive length. you couldn’t believe the man you had been in love with, had been quietly obsessing over for years, was in front of you know, with his cock right in front of you, ready to be taken into your mouth.
blinking up at him, kei brought his hand into your hair and gently urged your forward, needing to feel the warmth and wetness of your mouth around his painfully hard dick.
“that’s it,” he cooed as you gripped his shaft and wrapped your lips around his pink tip, licking up the salty precum there. “good girl.”
you felt yourself wanting to smile at the praise. instead, you braced yourself and pushed his cock in deeper, your throat contracting around it. you gagged, but forced yourself to keep going because you wanted to impress him.
you wanted to make him forget all about his girlfriend.
“fuuuuck,” kei groaned, keeping his hand at the back of your head for support. “that’s so fucking good, baby.”
his praise only motivated you even more. you took him deeper until his length was all the way in your throat, and your nose was pressed to his pelvis area. he sighed, looking down at you. you were such a pretty sight there, taking his cock in your mouth so prettily.
but he didn’t want to cum like this. he could have, and maybe if it was another time, he would’ve wanted to cum all over your pretty face or even down your throat, but not now.
he wanted to fuck you before anything else.
“can you get on your stomach for me, baby?” he asked you gently, tapping your cheek.
you pulled off his dick with a gasp, looking up at him with watery eyes.
“you’re gonna fuck me?” you asked, like you couldn’t believe it was really going to happen.
“i’d like to, yeah,” he answered, stepping out of his pants. “that okay with you?”
you immediately began nodding your head.
“yes,” you said, moving to lay down on your stomach like he’d told you. “please.”
kei smirked, kneeling on the mattress behind you. he grabbed your hips, his touch gentle but affirmative. he raised your hips up, getting you into position, and then lined himself up with your pussy.
slowly, he slid in, hissing at the feeling of you wrapped around him. you were so tight and warm, it made his head feel light, and he was so big and heavy inside you that the stretch hurt a bit for the first few minutes.
once he was all the way inside you, you tensed, holding your breath and clenching your eyes shut as you tried to work through the pain of his cock tearing you apart.
“hey, relax, baby,” he cooed, rubbing the side of your hip soothingly. “breathe for me.”
you let out a shaky exhale, your cheek pressed against the mattress. it took all of kei’s self control not to start moving, not to start slamming in and out of you and fucking you the way he wanted. yet at the same time, he wanted to take his time with you, to make sure you were feeling okay before he did a thing.
“move, please,” you said, looking back at him with stars on your eyes.
he hummed, slowly pulling out before pushing back in, going so slow that you could feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein and on his cock rubbing against your walls.
“kei,” you cried out, his pace torturously slow, but so, so good.
“i know, baby,” he cooed, making you feel it deep. “you feel so good for me.”
he started fucking you a little faster, watching you closely to make sure you were okay. you seemed to be, if the way you were moaning and whimpering and calling out his name was any indication.
even kei, by that point, had forgotten about his sister across the hall, his parents just a little further down. like you, he was too far gone now to know or even care. all that mattered was the two of you in this room, doing what you were doing.
somehow, he didn’t think about his girlfriend once. he knew it should’ve been at least at the back of his mind, an image of her face and the relationship he was in the midst of destroying, but it was like he simply forgot she existed. he was fucking you. you of all people, and he simply did not care about anything or anyone else in that moment.
the bed creaked with the pace of his thrusts, now consistent and fast. the sound of his skin hitting your hips penetrated off the walls in his bedroom, making the room hot and steamy. anyone who pressed their ear against the door would’ve known what was happening in there.
kei pressed down on your back, forcing you to arch for him, and he groaned as you did, as he was able to reach a deeper angle inside you, one that had you gasping, curling your fingers around his comforter.
“there you go, baby,” he purred. “that’s my good girl.”
“o-oh my god, kei,” you cried, craning your neck to look back at him. “it’s so f-fucking deep in me, mmm.”
“i know, baby,” he said. “can you feel me right here?”
he placed his hand over your stomach, feeling it bulge slightly every time he thrusted in. you choked on a sob, nodding.
“yes, kei!” you cried. “i feel it i-in my tummy.”
kei moaned, throwing his head back as he slammed in and out of you, so deep he felt like he was fucking your cervix. he pulled you up by your waist, wrapping an arm around your stomach to keep you upright against his chest. he rutted into you, chest pressed to your back.
“you like that, baby?” he asked, moving your hair to the side to kiss your neck. “you like my cock?”
“nghhh, yes, kei!” you sobbed, body trembling in his embrace, his arm around your stomach like a seatbelt.
“tell me,” he growled. “tell me how much you like it.”
“i love it,” you moaned, your body limp in his embrace. “i love your cock. f-feels so fucking good in me.”
“mmm, good girl,” kei praised.
he pulled out suddenly, gently laying you down on your back before spreading your legs and pushing back in.
“wanna see your face when you cum all over my cock,” he told you, holding your legs up around his waist. “can you do that for me, baby? you wanna cum for me?”
you looked up at his face, jaw slack at just how gorgeous he was. he was somehow even more gorgeous than normal when he was fucking you, when his face was glistening with sweat, hair falling into his perfect face.
“yes,” you mewled, nodding quickly. “i wanna cum, please. ‘m so fucking close.”
he pushed your legs up to your chest and began slamming into you, reaching deep inside to the spongey spot in you, one that made you lose sense of everything. you were beyond gone, sobbing from how good it felt, your body tingling.
kei kept fucking you harder and harder as your body went completely slack and your orgasm washed over you in powerful, intense waves. he watched your eyes roll, drool slipping out of your mouth and onto his sheets.
“yeah, that’s it,” he growled. “cum all over my dick.”
you couldn’t even make a sound because you were so fucked out. all you could do was let him continue fucking you, drawing out the aftershocks of your high. he was still chasing his own, and intensely worked to get there, fucking and fucking you until it finally hit him too.
he groaned, leaning down to bury his face in your neck as he pumped full of his hot, large load. you could his warmth fill you, and you tightened around him, soaking it all up.
the sex was so good that you wanted to shout out that you loved him. you felt it even more in that moment than you ever had before. it was easily the best sex you’d ever had in your life.
he slowly rut into you a couple more times, milking it out. he hesitated to pull out, but knew he’d have to so he could get you both cleaned up.
slowly, he pulled his cock out and moved to lay next to you on the bed. he stared up at his ceiling, letting it hit him what he’d just done. he glanced over at you to make sure you were okay, and then it didn’t matter what he’d just done to his girlfriend. he found it so difficult to think about her when you were right there, looking ethereal after just getting fucked so hard.
“you okay?” he asked you, reaching over to caress your cheek.
“yeah,” you answered, offering a small smile. “just sleepy.”
“sleep,” he urged, sitting up before getting up from bed. “i’ll grab a towel.”
he pulled his pants back on before disappearing from his room. he returned a moment later with a warm compress, and gently spread your legs apart to clean you up. you laid there, your body relaxing under his soothing touches.
just when you thought you were going to fall asleep, though, you remembered emi. your best friend asleep in the other room, unaware that you’d just slept with her older brother.
“you don’t think…” you trailed off with a gulp. “do you think she heard?”
“who, em?” kei asked, crawling into bed next to you. “the walls are thick. and even if she did, she…she probably would’ve thought it was hana.”
that would’ve made sense, you reminded yourself. of course she would assume the noises, if she’d heard them, had been kei and his girlfriend. not kei and her best friend.
“i should go back to her room,” you mumbled.
kei had just wrapped his arms around you, pulled you into his chest.
“not yet,” he said, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. “get some sleep. i’ll wake you when it’s a good time to go back.”
“you sure?” you asked, but you were already relaxing in his grip, letting your eyes close.
“i’m sure,” he confirmed.
you let out a content sigh, falling asleep with ease with kei’s strong arms wrapped around your waist.
-
a couple hours later, when it was around a time where emi could possibly have been waking up, kei woke you to go back to her room.
he kissed you gently, then helped you get redressed and sent you on your way. you tiptoed across the hall, and ever-so carefully opened the door to her room.
you sighed in relief to find her still asleep in her bed in the same exact position she was in when you left. she hadn’t woken up once.
you quietly lifted the covers and crawled back into bed beside he, sighing again tiredly.
you tried to fall back asleep but it was a lost cause. you’d left her room in the first place to help ease all the thoughts that had been swarming your mind, but now it was even worse.
now it was worse because you’d just slept with kei. the man you loved. the man who was the older brother of your best friend. the man who belonged to someone else.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, Unprotected sex, Oral sex (f receiving), Fingering, Squirting, Overstimulation, Semi-possessive/dom behavior, Dirty talk, Praise kink, Light physical control
It starts slow, like it always does with him.
The room’s quiet, the lights dimmed to a soft amber wash from the hallway, and the sheets are still warm from when the two of you climbed in an hour ago. Nicholas lies behind you, shirtless, one arm tucked under your pillow, the other draped across your waist. There’s no rush in the way he breathes. No urgency. His fingers are just barely grazing the hem of the oversized shirt you threw on before bed — his, of course, worn and thin and soft enough to forget it’s even there.
Your bodies fit like muscle memory.
This isn’t new — this calm, sleepy closeness. You’re both warm, still, half-tangled under the blankets, and for a while, it’s just that. His thumb strokes over your hipbone lazily, not going anywhere. You hum and press back against him a little, not really thinking.
And that’s when you feel it.
A little shift. A subtle press of his hips. The faintest tension in his grip where it holds your stomach.
You open your eyes.
“Nicholas?”
“Mm?”
His voice is still rough from how close he was to sleep, but his hand is moving now — lower, slower, slipping just beneath the edge of the shirt you’re wearing.
You go still. His palm flattens over your lower belly, and his thumb drifts even lower, brushing right where your waistband would’ve been… if you were wearing any.
He pauses.
“You’re not wearing panties.”
You smile into the pillow. “You just now noticed?”
He lets out a low laugh — not surprised, more like… pleased. His voice drops when he speaks again, closer to your ear now. “You always do this shit to me on purpose.”
“I was comfortable.”
“Mhm.”
His hand dips fully between your thighs. You’re already warm there — slick and soft, your body betraying you before he’s even touched you properly. The tip of his finger slides right between your folds, and the second it does, you twitch.
Nicholas stills.
Then he does it again. Slower this time.
You shift your leg slightly to give him more room without realizing it, and he hums behind you, lips brushing your shoulder.
“…You’re wet.”
You breathe out a shaky laugh, cheeks hot. “It’s your fault.”
“I haven’t done anything yet.”
“You don’t have to.”
He kisses your neck. His hand moves again, a little firmer, dragging through the slick that’s already gathered between your thighs.
“You’re soaked.”
“I know.”
He inhales deeply, like he’s trying to stay calm. Then you feel his hard length nudge up behind you under the blanket — slow, deliberate, fully there now — and your body responds instantly, clenching around nothing.
His voice is darker this time. “Turn over.”
You roll onto your back without a word.
Nicholas shifts with you, bracing one hand beside your head and tugging the blanket down to your hips with the other. His eyes trail from your flushed face to the curve of your thighs, then lower, to where the hem of the shirt has ridden up. His palm drags along your bare leg, warm and rough and confident.
He doesn’t say anything for a beat.
Then he leans in, kisses you slow, and murmurs against your lips—
“I need to taste you.”
He doesn’t wait for a response.
Nicholas kisses you again — deeper this time, slower, like he’s trying to savor how easy it is to get you like this. His hand slides down your thigh, then between your legs, knuckles brushing the sensitive spot where you’re already wet and wanting. He shifts lower on the bed, head dipping below your navel, lips tracing over the dip of your stomach like he’s marking the path he’s about to take.
You breathe his name.
It barely leaves your lips before his mouth is on you.
He spreads your legs apart and pushes them open with both hands, then licks a broad, slow stripe from your entrance to your clit — and you gasp, spine arching clean off the bed.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, already drunk on the taste. “You’re so wet.”
Your hand finds the back of his head without thinking, fingers tangling in his hair as he groans into you. His tongue circles your clit lazily, teasing at first — then faster, flatter, more deliberate — until your legs start to shake. He sucks it into his mouth and moans, and your hips jerk up into him.
“Nick—!”
He pulls back just enough to look up at you, mouth and chin glistening.
“You’re gonna come just like this, huh?” His voice is hoarse now, low and urgent. “Haven’t even gotten my fingers back in you yet.”
You nod, barely breathing.
“Good,” he says. “Then give it to me.”
His fingers slide in with almost no resistance — two at once, smooth and thick and deep. He curls them the moment he’s inside, and your entire body jolts.
“Oh my god—”
He groans like he’s the one feeling it. “That’s it.”
The way he moves is precise — like he knows exactly what he’s looking for. His tongue is back on your clit in tandem, fucking you with his fingers while his mouth drives you closer with every stroke.
You can’t think. Can’t speak. Your thighs keep trying to close, but he shoves them wide with his forearm and pins you open.
“Don’t run,” he murmurs, hot against your skin. “Let me have it.”
You’re shaking.
The pressure is building fast — faster than normal. There’s a tight, heated ache rising in your core that doesn’t feel like your usual orgasm. It’s deeper, heavier. You squirm under him, moaning brokenly, and he doesn’t slow down.
You manage to gasp, “Nick, I—I don’t know—wait—”
He looks up at you again, sweat starting to bead at his temple.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t—” Your voice cuts off in a high-pitched sound as his fingers drag over that same spot again, and your hips jerk. “Something feels… different.”
Nicholas slows for half a second, just enough to study your face.
But then he smirks.
“Oh yeah?”
You nod, breath stuttering.
His expression darkens — not with concern, but curiosity. He kisses the inside of your thigh, then goes right back to it — same spot, same rhythm, faster this time.
You yelp. “Nick—!”
“Let it happen,” he growls. “Whatever it is, let it.”
Your stomach tightens. Your legs start to tremble. The feeling keeps rising, sharper now, uncontrollable, and you try to speak — to warn him, to beg him to slow down — but your mouth won’t form the words.
You claw at the sheets instead.
“N-Nick, I think I’m—”
And then it breaks.
Your body seizes, hips bucking violently as a sudden, hot gush of wetness pours out of you — not just dripping, but gushing, pulsing out of you in rhythmic waves that splatter across his hand and your thighs and the ruined sheets beneath you.
You cry out, loud and raw, both hands flying to cover your face.
Nicholas freezes.
For just a beat, the room goes still.
Then, quietly—
“…No fucking way.”
You peek out between your fingers, heart pounding, body still twitching. He’s still between your legs, fingers glistening, mouth parted in awe as he stares at you like you just rewrote physics.
“Baby.”
You’re too embarrassed to respond.
“Was that—” He cuts himself off, eyes flicking to the soaked sheets. “Did you just squirt?”
You nod, barely, eyes wide.
He blinks. Then breathes out a stunned, breathless laugh.
“Holy fuck.”
Nicholas doesn’t move at first.
He just stares — at you, at his soaked hand, at the mess coating your thighs and the dark patch spreading across the sheets beneath you. His lips are parted, his chest rising fast, and for a second, he looks like he doesn’t even know what to say.
And then he licks his fingers.
Slowly. Deliberately. His tongue drags along the length of them, savoring the slick as if it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. His eyes don’t leave yours the entire time.
You whimper, overwhelmed, body still trembling. “Nick—”
His hand is already sliding back up your thigh. “You’ve never done that before.”
You shake your head, panting. “No, I—I didn’t know I could—”
He lets out a sound — not quite a groan, not quite a laugh. Something low and dark and wrecked.
“Jesus,” he murmurs. “You didn’t even know.”
You glance down — the mess between your legs, the ruined sheets, his soaked chest. You try to close your thighs, embarrassed.
Nicholas catches them immediately.
“Don’t,” he says, voice rough. “Don’t hide from me.”
You freeze.
His hands spread your thighs open again, wide and firm, until you’re fully exposed in front of him — still twitching, still dripping, still messy from what just happened. He stares at your pussy like it’s glowing, like he’s never seen anything so fucking perfect in his life.
“Look at this.” His voice drops to a growl. “You made a mess all over me.”
You turn your face away, flushed, too wrecked to speak — but he leans over you, grabs your chin, and forces you to look at him.
“No,” he whispers. “Don’t get shy on me now. You know what that did to me?”
You blink up at him, dazed.
He grabs your wrist and presses your hand to his cock — thick and hard and soaked at the tip.
“This is what you do to me.”
You moan softly, fingers curling around him.
But before you can say a word, he’s already moving — shifting lower, gripping your thighs again and dragging your hips closer to the edge of the mattress.
“I need to see it again.”
Your breath catches. “Wait—Nicholas—”
“I’m serious.” He looks up at you, eyes blazing. “I need it. I need to see it again.”
He sounds ruined. Starved. Like something in him snapped the second you soaked his hand.
“You’re mine,” he mutters, almost to himself. “You gave that to me. That means I get more.”
He licks you once, slow and deliberate, then slides two fingers back inside you with no warning.
You gasp, jerking hard.
He groans. “Still so fucking wet. You feel that, baby? You’re leaking for me.”
“N-Nick—”
He fucks his fingers into you, deeper this time, curling up to find that same spot again — the one that had you unraveling minutes ago.
“Don’t hold back,” he growls. “I want every fucking drop.”
You squirm, thighs already shaking, nerves lit up like fire. He’s focused now — obsessed — moving his fingers fast and steady, his other hand spreading you wider while his mouth trails heat along your inner thigh.
“Gonna make you do it again,” he murmurs. “Right here, right now. Gonna make you gush for me, baby.”
Your head falls back. Your back arches. The sound of wetness fills the room — slick and obscene — and Nicholas moans low in his throat like he can’t take it.
“You hear that?” he pants. “That’s your pussy, baby. That’s what it sounds like when you’re dripping all over me.”
Your fingers grip the sheets so tightly they cramp.
You can’t stop it — the heat building again, somehow faster than before. Your body’s not used to this, doesn’t know what to do with the way he’s fucking you open, not letting up, muttering filthy praise under his breath while he watches your body unravel beneath him.
“I didn’t even know I could do that,” you whimper.
Nicholas groans, teeth grazing your thigh.
“You think I’m gonna stop now that I know you can?”
He thrusts harder.
“You think I’m gonna stop when I haven’t even seen how far I can push you?”
You cry out, hips twitching, whole body clenching around his fingers.
He feels it.
“Fuck—there you go—c’mon, baby, give it to me again—”
And then—
It hits.
You squirt again, harder this time — gushing uncontrollably, your thighs jerking as another wave pours out of you, soaking his hand, the sheets, his arms, everything.
Nicholas groans like he’s coming just from seeing it.
“God damn, baby—look at that—fucking look at it—”
You can’t. Your eyes are glassy, your body limp, twitching through the aftershocks while he leans back to admire the wreckage.
He looks up at you — wild, glassy-eyed. “I can’t stop.”
“Nick—” You sound broken, but you don’t tell him to stop. You can’t.
He pulls his fingers out suddenly, coated and dripping, and you gasp at the empty, aching space he leaves behind. Before you can even blink, his hands are on your hips, hauling you closer to the edge of the mattress. His cock slides against your soaked entrance, thick and hot and so ready, smearing wetness up and down your folds.
“Fuck,” he growls. “Feel how wet you are? That’s all you.”
Your stomach flips.
“Nick, wait—”
But he’s already pushing in.
The stretch knocks the breath out of you. He’s big, always has been, and you’re so sensitive now that the first inch feels like too much. You moan high and raw, nails raking at his forearms as he sinks deeper and deeper until his hips are flush with yours.
Nicholas drops his forehead to yours and groans.
“Christ,” he pants. “You’re gripping me so fucking tight.”
You whimper, squirming under him. “You just— you just made me—”
“I know.” He pulls out a little, then pushes back in, slow but steady. “I want to feel it while I’m inside you.”
He thrusts again — a little harder, a little deeper — and your eyes roll back. Your body’s still twitching from the overstimulation of his fingers, every nerve on fire. He watches your reaction like a predator tracking prey.
“You’re gonna gush for me again,” he mutters, voice hoarse. “Right on my cock.”
Your thighs try to close but he grabs them, spreading you wider, fucking you slow but relentless. His thumb finds your clit and rubs circles around it, sending shocks up your spine with every stroke.
“Oh my god—Nick—” You’re gasping, arching, clenching around him so hard it makes him curse under his breath.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Soaked and dripping all over me. You’re gonna do it again.”
He speeds up. The wet slap of skin fills the room — slick, obscene, your juices running down your ass onto the ruined sheets. He tilts his hips to grind into that spot inside you, the one that made you gush before.
You scream.
He grips your jaw with his free hand, making you look at him.
“Look at me when you do it.”
Your breath catches. “Nick—”
“C’mon, baby,” he pants, eyes locked on yours. “Show me. Give it to me.”
He thrusts faster, deeper, his thumb circling your clit with cruel precision until your whole body starts to spasm. The pressure builds sharp and heavy in your core, the same alien, uncontrollable ache from before, only stronger now with him inside you.
“I can’t—” you sob.
“Yes, you can. Right on me.”
He grits his teeth, hips slamming into yours, thumb relentless on your clit.
“Fuck—give it to me—”
You cry out and break.
A gush of liquid bursts out of you, splattering between your thighs, running down his cock. Nicholas groans loud and ragged, nearly bending in half as he watches it coat him.
“Holy fuck,” he snarls. “You’re squirting on me—”
You’re shaking, overwhelmed, but he doesn’t stop. He pulls out halfway, watches more liquid drip down his length, then slams back in with a sound that makes both of you moan.
“Again,” he growls. “Don’t stop now.”
He fucks you harder, his thumb back on your clit, dragging wetness up over your stomach and smearing it across your skin like he’s marking you.
“Messy little thing,” he murmurs. “Look at this mess you’re making on me.”
You’re incoherent, trembling, legs quivering against his sides, but your body keeps responding to him. The slick sound of your pussy around his cock is almost deafening, each thrust wetter and louder than the last.
“Nick—please—” you gasp.
“One more,” he pants, eyes wild. “One more for me.”
He tilts his hips again, grinding deep against your sweet spot while his thumb circles your clit. You’re crying now, tears sliding down your temples, hands clinging to his biceps as if you’ll fly apart if you don’t hold on.
“Yes, you can,” he breathes against your mouth. “You’re gonna soak me again.”
Your stomach knots.
Your vision goes white.
You scream and convulse as another gush explodes out of you, this time with him fully inside you. It spills down both of you, soaking his thighs, the sheets, everything. Nicholas swears loudly, almost a growl, feeling it gush around his cock.
“Fuck, baby—fuck—” he moans, hips still pumping as you drench him. “You’re unreal—”
You’re gone. Boneless. Twitching. Barely able to breathe.
He pulls out slowly, watching more wetness pour down from you onto the sheets, and strokes himself once, groaning at the sight.
“Never seen anything like you,” he mutters, breathless. “Never felt anything like this.”
He leans over you, kisses your mouth, still rocking his hips between your thighs as if he can’t stop.
“Look at me,” he whispers.
Nicholas stays inside you for a long moment after the last gush, chest pressed to yours, both of you shaking from the intensity. His forehead rests against yours, his breath hot and uneven. You can feel his cock still pulsing against your walls, but his hips are finally still.
“Breathe,” he whispers.
You do — shaky, broken inhales that smell like sweat and sex. Your hands are still fisted in his shoulders, your thighs trembling against his sides. Everything between your legs feels wet and open, every nerve buzzing.
He kisses your temple once, then slowly, carefully pulls out. A thick, wet sound follows him and you whimper from the loss. He looks down at where you’re lying and actually laughs under his breath.
“Look at this bed,” he says, voice hoarse. “Look at what you did.”
You hide your face with your hands, embarrassed. “Don’t—”
He catches your wrists gently and pulls them down.
“Don’t hide from me,” he murmurs, softer now. “You’re perfect like this.”
His hands stroke up your thighs, over your hips, spreading the wetness without shame. Then he reaches for the towel you keep at the edge of the bed and starts wiping you down with slow, careful motions. Every touch is light, soothing, completely different from the way he was moving minutes ago.
“You okay?” he asks quietly.
You nod, still dazed. “Yeah…”
He smiles, wiping the inside of your thighs, then tossing the towel aside. “Good girl.”
Nicholas stretches out next to you and pulls you into his chest. His skin is warm and damp, his heartbeat still fast under your ear. He tucks your hair behind your ear and kisses the top of your head.
“I didn’t know you could do that,” he murmurs.
You shake your head against his chest. “Neither did I.”
He chuckles, low and pleased. “Guess I just unlocked a new level.”
You swat at him weakly, but he catches your hand and presses it to his mouth, kissing your knuckles.
“I’m still hard, you know,” he says, voice turning dark again for a second. “And all I can think about is how you felt when you squirted on me.”
You shiver at the tone, but he just hugs you tighter.
“Not now,” he whispers. “Now I’m gonna hold you until you stop shaking.”
His thumb strokes lazy circles on your hip. “But later…” His lips brush your ear. “Later, I’m going to see how many times I can make you do it again.”
You melt into his chest, exhausted, a little stunned, but safe in the circle of his arms.
And for the first time all night, Nicholas is still.
— bitch, get on top of me! (18+) | &team hyung line + 04s
synopsis | sexual power dynamics (dom/switch/sub) for &team's hyung line + 04s
details | ok its filth, SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI, &team x gender neutral!reader, obv dom/sub dynamics, penetration, brief mentions of or detailed depictions of the following: orgasm denial, edging, riding, marking, cum eating, finger sucking, spit play, oral (m receiving), nipple stuff, exhibitionism, spanking, choking, thigh humping, mutual masturbation, lowercase intended, cursing, kind of proofread but not really weve been over this
wc | 1.5k
from the author | this was requested but between receiving the ask this evening and finishing this draft, the user deactivated. so, if youre out there friend, this is your farewell gift. if you ever see this. it lowk feels like a bad omen.
k ⏾ switch
"if you want to cum, you're gonna have to do more than just beg for my cock, doll. need you to choke on it."
its rare that k gives up his power in the bedroom. he loves that one glance from him can send you straight to your knees, that one brush of his fingertips along your skin turns you into a puddle in his hands. but he especially loves how reactive you are to him after several caresses of his hands down your thighs, pinning you to the bed or couch or counter or backseat. anywhere he can make you work for it, earn your pleasure. k is definitely into orgasm denial and edging, as well. loves being so in tune with your body that he can sense when you're just about to crash. even more than that, he loves drawing out your time together for as long as he can.
"you're beautiful like this, love."
since he works so, so hard, k appreciates when you notice he's not feeling as energetic or eager to be intimate. you know better than anyone how relaxing it is to be taken care of, how it makes your stomach flutter to be known so well. k isnt ashamed to be a little submissive, occasionally. and only occasionally when you're extra persistent about wanting to make him feel good, feel seen. he will literally do anything you ask in a way that makes you forget how intense he is normally. in these moments, he loves to have you on top, rolling your hips slow against him and pressing hot kisses to his chest.
fuma ⏾ dominant
"look how good you take me, baby. sucking me in."
fuma does not give a fuck about his own pleasure. everything he does, he does it for your satisfaction, attentively angling his hips to hit your sweet spot. he loves to pull your legs up over his shoulder and kiss the soft skin of your calf or the bend of your knee, the sensual touch of his lips contrasting with the rough snap of his hips as he drives into you. fuma loves marking you up, only because he knows the ache of his teeth grazing the delicate skin of your neck goes straight through you, tipping you closer to your orgasm.
"take it, baby. take all of it. i know you can."
loves cumming on your tongue. loves when you clench around him, shuddering from your high, and he has to race his own body to make sure he can get as much of his cum in your mouth as possible. loves watching you wrap your lips around him and swallow every drop, milking him with your throat.
nicholas ⏾ switch
"fuck, no ones ever touched me like this."
flip a coin with this one, honey. nicholas just goes with the flow. he's obsessed with you in a crazy way. nicholas loves your tongue, preferring to have it on him in any capacity. you discovered pretty quickly that you can knock the air from his chest by simply enveloping his fingers in your mouth. he dissolves under your touch, relishing in the feeling of your tongue encircling his digits, watching the spit drip down his knuckles. nicholas loves your tongue on his own, on his neck, flattened against his nipples, and especially on his cock. he's so good for you, too, when your cheeks are hollowed out for him, gripping anywhere he can to keep from touching you. because he knows that if he even reaches, you'll stop dragging your sweet, wet tongue up the length of him and he just cant have that.
"quiet, baby, or someone will hear how good im making you feel."
when he's feeling cute, nicholas knows how to ruin you. hes fond of bending you over any surface that will support the force of his dick splitting you in two and letting you have it. he loves fucking you dumb, drinking in your sweet moans and cries of his name. and he especially loves how easily you forget when you arent alone, ghosting his hand over your mouth but not actually muffling any of your delicious noises. if he's feeling cheeky, he'll slip his thumb past your lips and try to keep his legs beneath him as he fills every hole you have to offer, slurring his name around his finger.
euijoo ⏾ dominant
"tell me you how much you love it."
this motherfucker is mean. the only thing euijoo loves more than you is the sight of you completely ruined under him, lips swollen from him sucking them between his teeth. its not that he doesnt like when you call him "baby" and kiss his knuckles when you hold his hand- he loves subtle, intimate moments with you. but there is something electric about his handprint on your ass, on your neck. and theres something even more so about the way you close your hands around his wrist and force his fingers tighter around your throat. you drive him up the wall.
"you're gonna ruin me."
euijoo loves to control your pleasure, watch it from the front row. his favorite way to have you is on his thigh, leaning back with his hands as far from you as possible and watching you rock helplessly against his jeans. he loves the way you beg for him, the way you steady yourself on his belt. he winds you up, kissing you and touching you everywhere until you really need him. and then he's useless, watching the point where your clothed bodies scrape against each other with a lip pulled between his teeth. euijoo's only this arrogant about his power over you because he knows what he can do to you without even touching you.
yuma ⏾ switch
"touch yourself."
yuma is the world's #1 mutual masturbation fan. the shared air grows thick and hot, only filled by the sounds of your clothes rustling as you both plunge your hands down the front of your pants and the quickening panting as you both bring yourselves to completion. yuma especially loves it when you snuggle up close to him, hands settling dangerously close to his waistband, and ask him to touch you, to make you scream. and instead of succumbing to your most tempting request, he lifts your hand off of him and places it on your lap. do it yourself. he cant deny himself the opportunity to palm himself over his clothes, timing the pressure of his hand with the way your breaths grow shallow, the way your moans climb in pitch until youre shuddering next to him and hes throwing his tshirt into the wash.
"more, please. fuck, please give me something."
he's so mean when he's in charge that yuma starts to think that you jump at every opportunity to get your revenge. the second he melts into a kiss instead of threading his hand into your hair to make sure you dont take more than youve earned, you have to assert yourself quickly, promptly. its the only way to ensure he knows how it feels to be denied, mewling under kitten licks and faint touches that start to feel like cuts from a knife after hours of torturous, drawn out foreplay. foreplay that leads to slow drags of his cock, sending sparks through your body at every tiny movement. so, when you finally get him pliant beneath you, you make sure he's throbbing, sweating, maybe even crying, before you let him even think about coming.
jo ⏾ submissive
"please let me touch you."
sweet, gentle jo loves not having to make decisions. he already decided he loves you, trusts you, would do almost anything for you. so he really appreciates that you pretty much tell him how to please you, show him exactly how to do it, praise him when he does well, and, when he does exceptionally well, let him do whatever his heart desires to you. most of the time, this looks like a new position, one that allows him to hold you close while you grind down onto him. or he might even test his luck suckling marks down your chest, savoring the warmth that spreads through his own as he watches the red and purple patches bloom to life.
"i didnt touch myself all day, just like you asked."
jo's very good at following orders, even when its difficult. even when its incredibly difficult, with photos of you lighting up his phone three times a day. lewd, provocative images he wouldn't dare keep on his device for longer than it took to beat himself off. but you gave him very strict instructions not to do anything until you got home. now, jo would never go behind your back like that, but some things just cant be helped. for example, it wasnt his fault that the kitchen counter jutted out at just the right height to give him a taste of relief. and it wasnt his fault that the shower head sprayed a concentrated jet of water down the length of his aching, sensitive dick as he sprayed the soap off his body in the shower this morning. these things were all so very out of his control, but he is completely and utterly under yours.
texting your ex "goodnight" prank ✶ ex!yudai
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︴bonus! honestly this shouldn't have been as long as it is but it's whatever. also i forgot to change the contact names like i usually do for texts until the very end...whoops
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I would like to ask, if possible, for your opinions on pussydrunk &Team
thank you so much anon!! I just started writing and creating this blog so hopefully I can pursue it and create more fics in the future :D and yesss I’ll share my opinions on this amazing ask/req ;)
&TEAM: being pussy drunk
&team members and my opinion on how’d they act with being pussy drunk!!
Content: nsfw, everyone is eating pussay, overstim, spit, saliva, cream pie?, teasing, edging, dirtyy, some is proofread while others aren’t, yeah ! Beware
A/N: this is a mix of both me rambling, along with a scenario of the teamies. I hope this is what you were asking for anon, if not please lmk and I’ll do better next time!! Enjoyyyy :D
K: I feel like k definitely praises you for doing so well. especially with how long you’ve been going on for. He’s so addicted to your taste it drives him insane. orgasm after orgasm, he really can’t stop himself even if he wanted too. the moment he first laid his tongue on your hole, leaking with your wetness, his eyes shut in bliss. tasted just like his favorite pastry, waiting to be savored and devoured.
as of for you, gosh he made you see stars.
tongue inside your hole. Slurping up every liquid that comes out. even as far as leeching on your clit, waiting for more to come out of you. fingers teasing your entrance, circling around it until he finally pushed two digits inside of you.
“fuck kei— yes!”
K loves the reactions he gets out of you. the curses under your breath, the little whines, moans, his name— fuck. he fucking loves it.
“oh yeah? You like this baby?” — “you’re so good f’me, look at you”
and you eat it up every time. You love hearing his words and how they have such an effect on you. because he knows you like it. he knows just based off of how you clench on his long digits.
FUMA: he’s sweet but definitely a meanie once he figures you out. at first, fuma will ask you if you’re okay? how does it feel? If he’s doing good for you?
but when you tell him ‘more’— he doesn’t hesitate.
he’ll give you what you want ofc— but the he’ll start edging you, wanting to hear your screams and also, wanting to make this last for ever. because when the hell did you taste so good? You’ve always tasted amazing. but lately, you’ve been extra sweet. he didn’t wanna pass up this opportunity. not if you continue to taste like this for ever.
“Hmmm fuck! fuma”
a small laughter would come out of him, the vibration making their way on your cunt. rolling your eyes to the back of your head as you’ve reached you high once again. he knew how to work his tongue. and he knew how to play with you.
“So desperate for coming aren’t you?”
And you’d nod your head yes. He’s edged you way to many time before so you needed this. “use your words, what do we say?”
“Pleassee! Please fum-“ and he let you. Leeching on your cunt— he let you come undone as he slurped every once of you into his system.
NICHOLAS: Nicho is a fucking beast. he loves your pussy. actually he treats it like you aren’t even there. only him and your pretty little cunt that’s just for him.
He’ll have you sprawled out on his bed, admiring how pretty you look before getting to work. Legs wide open just for him, tits spilling to your sides, and your face desperate as ever. but little did you know, that’ll change quickly into regret.
because nicho will not stop sucking on you clit and fingering your hole. you keep pushing his head away, gripping his forearm as a way to say that you’ve reached your limit but he does not budge. he’s a mad man when it comes to your pussy. don’t interrupt his meal or you’ll have to pay the consequences! (more eating you out)
so when you do interrupt, he’s got you squirting all over his sheets and on his bare torso, now soaked.
“that’s my girl— only I can make you cum like this yeah?”
you didn’t even register what he just said but you still shook your head in comprehension.
EUIJOO: this man has no mercy over you when he’s going down on your cunt. slapping, teasing. he had you crying because of how overstimulated you were.
He had you fucked over, not catching a damn break. with the state that you were currently in— Legs closed, cum leaking out of your hole, spit everywhere on your pussy and inner thighs. he needed to take a picture.
he was proud of his work. his clean cavas— you, now dirty with his artistry. ej would let you come down from your high don’t get me wrong, but as soon as you did, he would get back to work. eyes blown, full of lust. Chin wet with your slick, lips big and swollen “last one yeah?” he’d promise.
you knew he was lying tho. because he said those same word 6 rounds ago.
YUMA: Yuma is so fucking harsh and dirty when he’s pussy drunk oh my gosh. probably the dirtiest one out of the teamies in my opinion.
Yes, he has the sweet boy looks but man. with that whiny voice, I know he begs to be in between your legs at least 5 times a day till you say yes. tho he doesn’t even reach 5 when you said yes the first time.
shaking his head side to side as he buries his face into your cunt. hands tangled in his hair as you pulls at the strands, already feeling your high at it’s peak. “yu wait—“
“already? I haven’t even started princess”
that’s how good he was at eating you out. drinking you up like he was as dry as the Sahara desert. not wasting a single drop. not letting you stop cumming on his face till he was covered in your slick. you could see his tongue swirling in his mouth till a fat glob of his spit was shot on you cunt.
watching it drop slowly onto your hole, mixing in with your previous orgasm. “You’re so fucking pretty” he’d eye at your hole as he dove back in.
JO: Jo was probably afraid at first. Only cause he’s never done it before. But one lick in and he’s obsessed. and you switched something in him because he became verbal about how you tasted.
“holy shit” he’d say as his continued to shove his tongue in your hole. His nose nudging at your clit.
at one point, you grabbed his hair to keep him in place and grind on him. but that actually made him mad. he wanted to do the work— not you!
was he not doing good? he was gonna change that.
In a matter of seconds, he forcefully took your hand off his head, held it in place by your thigh as he dove in even more. Mouth enclosed on all of you— slurping you up better than ever. tongue on you lips, your slit, and your bud.
and when you finally released? that’s when he knew that one round wouldn’t be enough.
HARUA: Harua loves to take his sweet time on you. He isn’t as harsh like the other teamies. he’s gentler. making sure you feel every bit of it.
Tip of his tongue going in circles around your clit. Same with teasing your entrance before shoving his tongue in and out.
gosh he made you feel like you were floating. Chest heaving up and down, desperate a as ever.
his eyes— so pretty and full of lust- Woah.
there’s no fucking way.
no way his gaze alone made you cum. he looks at you, amazed at what just happened. “Let’s try that again okay?” he’d start back up, not satisfied with what he done so far.
“haru no no-“ but he doesn’t listen. he’s pushing you to the edge no matter how overstimulated you are. because he’s gonna make sure you both enjoy every second of this.
TAKI: I meannnnn I did say how taki prefers cunt over tits and ass so, he’s def a pussyoholic when it comes to you.
he’ll start off slow. teasing you, kissing, pecking it. then he’ll start making out with your pussy. Harsh tugging, tonguing, savoring. his pretty eyes staring at your face to see the pleasure take over.
you did numbers on him. his fingers already wrinkled from your slick from the constant fingering he’s been doing.
if you were a fruit, it’d be his favorite because he would not stop juicing you out. Not till you have nothing else left in you.
“I could have you as my meal forever and not get sick of how you taste” he’d speak, finally coming up to press his lips on yours.
tasting your juices on his tongue— not breaking until you were out of breath. “my turn”
You’d flip him over, now on top— ready to return the favor. If he was drunken from your pussy, who didn’t say you’d be cockdrunk when it came to his?
MAKI: munchest of munchers in history. and also second dirtiest out of the teamies.
Maki would start by fingering you, and eating you out slowly. after preparing your cunt— he’d fill you up with his dick, ramming into you shamelessly.
you think he’s done? hecks nah ma boi
first— he makes sure his cum is inside you. all of it. then, he’ll slowly remove himself, seeing your release mix in with his as it starts to drip out of your cunt.
Two fingers collect the sticky leakage, shoving it back into you pussy as he lays his tongue flat on your clit. “maki wait-“
“I’m not done” he looks up at you with dark eyes. Your legs are already clamped together but that doesn’t stop him.
actually I take it back. he’s probably the dirtiest, beating Yuma to being first.
warnings: suggestive, making out, reader is a little shit lowkey
a/n: my first fic for my favorite unc, yay!!! finally wrote for yudai after what seems like forever since i started writing for the teamies…. idk what took me so long…………
despite acting as a single mom of eight for a big portion of his life, koga yudai’s patience was nowhere near a saint’s.
it wasn’t bad, per se. having a friend group consisting solely of younger people should’ve, in theory, taught him perseverance, a level of endurance needed to survive with such chaotic surroundings. and to be truthful, he has definitely improved a lot over the years — he wasn’t as severely affected by his friend’s constant shenanigans, endless bickering and multiple humorous comments about his age. he’s grown accustomed to it: developing something akin to a shield, a protection from these usual situations getting on his nerves. but there was one thing he wasn’t immune to.
you.
you and your everlasting act of innocency — an act curated specifically to piss him off, he thought, targeted at him with a motive he couldn’t quite decipher. or maybe there was no real motive behind it. maybe you just wanted to see your boyfriend finally lose it. and yet each time without fail, he had managed to keep his composure, or rather its last remains, in tact: without succumbing to your obvious trickery, your plan which seemed almost perfect failing on you once again. he had left you no choice but to use extreme measures — and with just how determined and curious you were, you knew that this time, it had to work.
the first time it happened, yudai almost didn’t notice it.
tired after work and barely closing the door behind him, he smiled immediately when he saw you — your figure leaning against the wall of the hall, phone in hand as you waved him hello, a seemingly innocent smile curving up your lips. had he not been this worn out, he would’ve probably noticed the mischievous glint in your eyes, the scheming look painted across your face. and yet this time, he remained blissfully unaware, focusing on taking off his shoes and loosening his tie with his right hand, veins showing clearly on his outer palm. you came up to him — taking the few steps needed to get to where he was standing, his arm immediately reaching for your waist, already leaning in to plant a soft kiss on your lips.
and yet somehow, instead of your lips, it had landed on your cheek.
his brows furrowed for just a second, but he decided to pay it no mind: maybe it was just an unfortunate accident, you not noticing the fact that he wanted to kiss you. it happens sometimes — and so koga yudai decided to ignore it this time, heading towards your shared bedroom to change into something more comfortable before coming back out, eyes immediately locking in on your figure already sprawled out on the sofa, a blanket thrown over your legs, gaze directed at your phone screen. he immediately took it as a chance to cuddle up right next to you. his lean frame plopped down right next to you, head finding its way to your shoulder as his body finally relaxed, allowing himself a moment of pleasure.
naturally, in true yudai fashion, it wasn’t long before he leaned in again (courtesy of being the clingies boyfriend when left alone with you), lips puckering just slightly as if to show more clearly that he wanted a kiss this time. and yet despite his attempts, you remained unfazed — almost dismissive of his needs.
his face got mere millimeters from yours, lips almost grazing yours, and you only turned away from him. your boyfriend stopped in his tracks for a few seconds — then tried again, this time aiming more precisely.
and still, he missed. or rather you moved away from him: this time lifting yourself up just slightly, into a seating position.
‘you are dodging my kisses.’ he stated simply, his face still hovering over yours. this allegation finally got your attention as you raised your gaze from your phone up to yudai, a smile forming on your lips immediately.
‘i don’t know what you’re talking about.’ you answered him, shrugging ever so slightly. ‘i’m just playing a game on my phone. didn’t notice you wanted a kiss.’
‘oh, really?’
your boyfriend decided to test your credibility — face inching closer to your one last time, trying once again to kiss you.
and once again, just like with each previous attempt, you turned your head away from him at the last second. that was exactly when all the pieces in yudai’s head seemed to fall into place.
‘oh, i see how it is.’
‘what do you mean- hey, that’s mine!’ you exclaimed suddenly upon noticing that he had reached for your phone, snatching it out of your hands and throwing it to the other end of the couch. you opened your mouth to protest, say just about anything — but to no avail, as before you could even form a single word, yudai’s lips were on yours.
the kiss was intense: lips clashing against each other with a newfound force, noses brushing, his tongue immediately tangling up with yours. his entire body hovered above you, held up by just one of his hands — the other one gripping your waist tightly, but not too strong so as not to hurt you. he left you almost no room to take a breath, the vigour with which he kissed you almost sweeping you off your feet. had you been standing up when he initiated the kiss, your knees would’ve probably went out.
you couldn’t help the smirk pulling at your lips, and yudai noticed it immediately, feeling it against his own lips.
‘got what you wanted, angel?’ he didn’t bother pulling away, words mumbled against your lips as his hand trailed higher, travelling up your arms before resting on the side of your neck.
‘exactly what i wanted.’ you murmured back, lips working dynamically against yours. ‘wanted to see my ever so calm boyfriend finally lose his composure.’
‘that’s cute.’ he whispered, lips grazing yours. you leaned in closer to connect them together — and yet this time, it was yudai who pulled away just in time for you to miss. ‘i assume you’re ready to suffer the consequences, then?’
the speed with which your smile turned into a frown was almost comical, a chuckle leaving his lips at the sight.
‘aww, can’t stand being denied a kiss?’ he cooed, leaning in closer again, just enough for you to feel the heat radiating off of his skin. you tried once more: and remained disappointed as yudai barely pulled away, holding you in place with one of his hands.
he shook his head, a chuckle leaving his lips.
‘it’s not that easy, angel. maybe you should ask nicely.’
you glared at him and yudai only smiled — that same mischievous look you had on your face just minutes earlier now glued to his. you were almost disappointed at how quickly he turned things around and ended up on top in this situation: but then again, seeing your boyfriend like this — chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, the stern look in his eyes laced with just a hint of cockiness, face so close to yours — you couldn’t help the excitement building up in your chest. this might’ve been the most attractive he’s ever been.
so you sighed and decided to comply this one time.
one ‘please’ and a look into your seemingly pleading eyes was enough for him to give in, enough for yudai to give you everything you wanted and more.
