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oh beat my meat and call me pete he is gorgeous—
that’s my wife btw~!! >.<
ot9 snot play and fingering maki’s booty hole after he ate a burrito. no revenge where he gets back and fingers our butt tho, no no— tyyy cutie!!!!!!! (please know this is a joke)
guys this mf is NOT joking ALL I’ve heard tn is how bad she want maki booty fingering exploding butthole
may I please have exploding maki booty hole post burrito fingering and then maybe if ur feeling adventurous add in a little snot play :3
ahh yes~
so it starts by maki, and he has a burrito. butt no longer, booty hole -> finger -> explosive -> avengers???? …. he comes back to you, in despair, hands shaking, palms clammy from his journey— “please take me back, let me finger your booty hole next.” he howls, glass tears running down his pink cheeks, with every passing droplet it receive a small pouty whimper from his trembling lips. sniffling like a wet dog in the rain. and then . . . snot play!!!! ᐡ o̴̶̷̥᷄ ̫ o̴̶̷̥᷅ ᐡ
you have to understand that it is 4am for me and i full on giggle shit to this for a good minute.
love, wanii ᢉ𐭩
p.s. ⸝⸝ she is NOT joking, and has been begging me to write this for her for the past 24 hours!!!!!! . ݁˖
i have some interesting dddne ideas but i’m not quite sure how you cuties will take them . . . i want to be mindful of how i built the account off of regular smut and cute fluff— and you guys may not be very fond of darker topics.
i just have so much twisted themes that i want to experiment with— whether they turn out well or not . . .
if they do ever make it out of my drafts i hope to post them without much judgement — ݂ ֯݁𓂂っ ඏ 𓈒ֵ۫ ɞ̴̶̷ ꒱ིྀ১݂♡
ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴛᴏᴏᴛʜ - ꜱᴛᴀʀʀɪɴɢ ᴡᴀɴɢ ʏɪ-xɪᴀɴɢ (王奕翔)
!! pairing: Wang Yi-xiang!NonIdol x fem!reader!NonIdol
!! synopsis: After not seeing your boyfriend for a week while he was away on vacation with his family you didn't think you would be so sensitive to the point that it is beyond sensitive and Nicoals wouldn't pass up an opportunity to talk you through it.
!! warnings: smut (mdni), sub Reader, soft dom Nicoals, pet names, unprotected sex, awfully sweet smut
a/n : I lowkey love when i get request it give me a mission huge thanks to @wanyangii for this amazing req
As soon as Nicolas walked into your shared apartment, he was finally able to breathe. Not that he was stressed with his family, but he was finally closer to you. The second you hear the door close, you run from your bedroom, almost running into the wall as you rush into his arms.
Hi hi!! Can I please request a Pt!2 of virgin Maki where he’s learning to give her head and then they go at it (have sex) or smthn PLEASEEEE cause this was TOOOO GOOD
Can you keep him being vocal and sensitive too? Cause it’s obvs his first time and we all know he’s a yapper (cant be non-chalant to save his life) THANK YOUUUUU
MY FIRST PT.2!!!!!!! — first part here ✿゙
i love love this fic sm— i’m so glad i get to continue it~ i’m also extremely grateful that it has received so much love ૮ ྀི◞͈ ˔ ◟͈ ྀིა .
love, wanii ᢉ𐭩
❤︎ pop this cherry pt. 2 — virgin! maki
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ your awkward best friend maki learning to give you head after his first blow job.
tags ⸝⸝ maki’s first time, clueless maki, awkward maki, oral (receiving), afab! reader, facial, whiny maki, coaching him.
it all died down, your lips slick and swollen, dripping with long strands of his cum.
his long whiny pants slowly returning to steady long breaths, hands still tangled in your hair, slowly relaxing.
your eyes glisten as he stares down at you, the painful tears still flooding down. his eye lids heavy, damp bangs stuck to his forehead. the game still ongoing behind you, but neither of you paid much mind to it. finding the fire in your stomach grows more intense— insatiable thirst. it was all still awkward, your face messy, hair tangled, knees bruised against the ground. it was his first time getting head, and you felt a bit guilty for being the first time. lips trembling, head foggy— trying to a form a sentence to break the tension. yet it all crumpled, faded faster that you could grasp it.
he snap his head up, a deep grunt as he stood, legs still wobbly, he pulls you by the arm, shoving you onto the couch, pinning you down by the shoulders, lips ghosting the crook of your neck, pushing himself further onto you. “your turn~” low and raspy whines. “you’ll just have to coach me.” he lowered himself between your legs, hands spreading your legs apart, fingers hooked your panties, swiftly tugging them down, throwing them to the side. now propping your thighs onto his broad shoulders. you didn’t have time to fight it, you also had to admit you didn’t hate where this was going.
his eyes widen, awed at just how wet you were, bringing his kisses to your thighs, admiring the way you twitch under him, slowly inching closer to your heat. until he pressed on a soft kiss to your clit, making you whine under him, hips bucking at the sensitive gesture, each kiss got messier, sloppier, losing its control.
saliva running down his chin, tongue now lapping at your sensitive clit, hesitant strokes without much purpose. you felt a sharp pain, his teeth scraping your wet folds. “ow— fuck . . . no” you whine, hands grasping at his head, pulling his mouth off.
he tilt his head like a lost puppy, gripping him by imaginary scruff, lips slick and plump, hands anxiously massaging your sensitive inner thighs. “hm?” he hums, nuzzling his head deeper into your touch. he felt like messy puppy that got caught doing something he shouldn’t.
“you’re biting— not eating . . .” his lips pouted, that cute innocent expression that made your heart melt. “i don’t know what i’m doing…” his tone light, delicate with his wistful gaze. a high pitched whine before returning to you.
he groans against your wet folds, hands prying your squirming legs farther apart. he took more care into consideration, he was less mindless about how he moved— your hips bucking against his hot tongue, maki’s nose buried in between your legs. your taste on his tongue, eyes trailing over you to your glistening eyes. watching your face tense, your lush lips part, the way your hands fisted the couch cushions.
his tongue, which was once wary now made broad glides, circling your clit. teasing the hot sensitive bundle of nerves. flicking, savoring every last drop of your arousal. he was testing the waters, seeing what rewarded him and what left him empty handed.
he watched as your eyes rolled back, hands pushing him deeper into you, squirming under every trace— his tongue moved rapidly and lightly, flattening his tongue once more.
you feel your stomach tighten, your hips stutter. and it all blurred, choked whines crying from you. coming undone, wetness hitting his face. waves of immense pleasure washing over your features.
squirming under his thick hands— maki pinning you down, his tongue never slowing down, waiting until your body goes limp under him for his tongue to retract.
delicate whines whimper out of his pouted lips, hands cleaning his lips.
🗒️ hiiiii~!! please interact with this post and/or my page if you finished it, it helps motivate me to write more!! if you have any requests or ideas you’d like to share my inbox is open atm!! do not copy or translate any of my works.
Hi hi!! Can I please request a Pt!2 of virgin Maki where he’s learning to give her head and then they go at it (have sex) or smthn PLEASEEEE cause this was TOOOO GOOD
Can you keep him being vocal and sensitive too? Cause it’s obvs his first time and we all know he’s a yapper (cant be non-chalant to save his life) THANK YOUUUUU
MY FIRST PT.2!!!!!!! — first part here ✿゙
i love love this fic sm— i’m so glad i get to continue it~ i’m also extremely grateful that it has received so much love ૮ ྀི◞͈ ˔ ◟͈ ྀིა .
love, wanii ᢉ𐭩
❤︎ pop this cherry pt. 2 — virgin! maki
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ your awkward best friend maki learning to give you head after his first blow job.
tags ⸝⸝ maki’s first time, clueless maki, awkward maki, oral (receiving), afab! reader, facial, whiny maki, coaching him.
it all died down, your lips slick and swollen, dripping with long strands of his cum.
his long whiny pants slowly returning to steady long breaths, hands still tangled in your hair, slowly relaxing.
your eyes glisten as he stares down at you, the painful tears still flooding down. his eye lids heavy, damp bangs stuck to his forehead. the game still ongoing behind you, but neither of you paid much mind to it. finding the fire in your stomach grows more intense— insatiable thirst. it was all still awkward, your face messy, hair tangled, knees bruised against the ground. it was his first time getting head, and you felt a bit guilty for being the first time. lips trembling, head foggy— trying to a form a sentence to break the tension. yet it all crumpled, faded faster that you could grasp it.
he snap his head up, a deep grunt as he stood, legs still wobbly, he pulls you by the arm, shoving you onto the couch, pinning you down by the shoulders, lips ghosting the crook of your neck, pushing himself further onto you. “your turn~” low and raspy whines. “you’ll just have to coach me.” he lowered himself between your legs, hands spreading your legs apart, fingers hooked your panties, swiftly tugging them down, throwing them to the side. now propping your thighs onto his broad shoulders. you didn’t have time to fight it, you also had to admit you didn’t hate where this was going.
his eyes widen, awed at just how wet you were, bringing his kisses to your thighs, admiring the way you twitch under him, slowly inching closer to your heat. until he pressed on a soft kiss to your clit, making you whine under him, hips bucking at the sensitive gesture, each kiss got messier, sloppier, losing its control.
saliva running down his chin, tongue now lapping at your sensitive clit, hesitant strokes without much purpose. you felt a sharp pain, his teeth scraping your wet folds. “ow— fuck . . . no” you whine, hands grasping at his head, pulling his mouth off.
he tilt his head like a lost puppy, gripping him by imaginary scruff, lips slick and plump, hands anxiously massaging your sensitive inner thighs. “hm?” he hums, nuzzling his head deeper into your touch. he felt like messy puppy that got caught doing something he shouldn’t.
“you’re biting— not eating . . .” his lips pouted, that cute innocent expression that made your heart melt. “i don’t know what i’m doing…” his tone light, delicate with his wistful gaze. a high pitched whine before returning to you.
he groans against your wet folds, hands prying your squirming legs farther apart. he took more care into consideration, he was less mindless about how he moved— your hips bucking against his hot tongue, maki’s nose buried in between your legs. your taste on his tongue, eyes trailing over you to your glistening eyes. watching your face tense, your lush lips part, the way your hands fisted the couch cushions.
his tongue, which was once wary now made broad glides, circling your clit. teasing the hot sensitive bundle of nerves. flicking, savoring every last drop of your arousal. he was testing the waters, seeing what rewarded him and what left him empty handed.
he watched as your eyes rolled back, hands pushing him deeper into you, squirming under every trace— his tongue moved rapidly and lightly, flattening his tongue once more.
you feel your stomach tighten, your hips stutter. and it all blurred, choked whines crying from you. coming undone, wetness hitting his face. waves of immense pleasure washing over your features.
squirming under his thick hands— maki pinning you down, his tongue never slowing down, waiting until your body goes limp under him for his tongue to retract.
delicate whines whimper out of his pouted lips, hands cleaning his lips.
🗒️ hiiiii~!! please interact with this post and/or my page if you finished it, it helps motivate me to write more!! if you have any requests or ideas you’d like to share my inbox is open atm!! do not copy or translate any of my works.
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idk why but I feel like Yuma, Nicholas, and maybeeee taki would be condescending praisers
oooooou~ YUMA 100000%, no notes just #i’m into that—ྀི 𑙕 . ᩙ . 𓈒 ꛒ
here’s the thing— nico gives big softie deep down, i feel like he would be into soft/gentle praise rather than condescending. ՞ ̳o̴̶̷̤ ̫ o̴̶̷̤ ̳՞
i feel the same on taki— 50/50 lowkey, some days he loves making you feel inferior to him— other times he’s more gentle. his tone sweeter, giving genuine affection and praise.
if i had to add i’d probably say harumaki would def be some condescending praisers. . ʚ( ៸៸ ´ ) ಿ
maki loves to make you feel little next to him, he’d give a lazy “i didn’t think you could do it.”
rua gives the same bratty princess, “good for you.” in a tone laced with sarcasm. the lines blurred between genuine praise and the urge to make you question whether what you did really mattered.
love, wanii ᢉ𐭩
❤︎ i’m the jealous type — friend! nicholas
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ your friend ghosted you for months, leaving your messages on delivered.
tags ⸝⸝ x reader, nico ghosting you, make up sex, cream pie, overstimulation, rough sex, crying, slightly angsty(?), headlock, edging, fingering, whiny weno, little bit mean weno, dub-con at first.
it’d been days, no weeks, no more like months. your inbox dryer than you could tolerate, messages opened, some left on read.
others that you couldn’t bother to look at— even if you were lonely, some people you just didn’t care for.
it was that dreading, gut-wrenching feeling that nauseated you every time you opened social media. hating to glance at your pinned dm.
you had been active on social media ever since you could remember, mostly lurking around, never interacting much with anyone. that was until you spoke to nicholas. he shared all the same hobbies as you, passions aligned so perfectly you thought it was impossible.
you talked daily, long texts that you replied to. rants about life, interests, whatever came to your mind you’d pour it out to him. he’d reply with just as much spirit, it felt as if you two shared a heart.
then it all just stopped.
he didn’t text back, didn’t open your messages, left you with your thoughts— questions of what you said, what you did wrong. you didn't get closure, the thirst to know why exactly he ghosted you. it ate at you day by day, until all that was left was your unrequited rotted heart.
some days passed painfully slow— others passed as if they never happened. every unoccupied moment your finger swiped the notifications hub.
radio silence.
the only notifications are from your stupid instagram channels. the ones where celebrities spat random words at you all day. the kind of stuff where you questioned why you even stayed in them.
this continued, it never really stopped, lingering in the back of your mind— fingers swiping like a second nature. heart paining with every repetition, yet you were met with cob webs.
that was until today, you were just about to fall asleep. fingers mindlessly scrolling through your feed, barely getting at what any video meant. it was that kind of exhaustion that hit your mind more than your eyes, not processing much information but watching it happen. random asmr videos, mukbangs, edits, etc.
just as your eyes were fluttering shut, a bright notification lit your groggy face, a glow that covered your face in soft white rays. just enough emitted light to catch your fading attention.
1 new notification from *w_h_y_weno*
the familiar heart drop, in the way that made a pit form in your stomach, a sickening experience.
it wasn’t exactly in that overjoyed way you always imagined, you thought it’d be like floating in the clouds— but instead it was… dread, disgust, a wave of disappointment and sadness all mixed into one vile sensation.
your eyes scanned the messages, the texts that never addressed his absence. just continued the conversation as if it was never paused.
you sat up, posture slouched so horrendous it looked like a monster was occupying your body. your mind that was once in half a slumber suddenly jolted awake, reading his words, every short text that made your head spin. the texts didn’t stop, they piled like bricks that were too heavy to be moved.
17 texts, exactly in the same joking manner he always replied with, you never opened the chat— no you couldn’t give him the satisfaction of having you on a leash. you read the previews, wrapping your head around just how he could pull this on you, and yet no apology, no explanation, just the same jokes and memes he’d always spat.
you sat on those texts for exactly 23 hours, leaving 1 hour as if it meant you were superior— as if you didn’t really care all that much. but you did, you replayed his texts every second you could, while cooking, cleaning, washing up. forming a response— yet you weren’t exactly sure how to reply, mad? no right— he was far too kind to receive anger. but it’s truly what you felt deep down.
you did everything to clear your head, even replying to useless emails at your favorite coffee shop throughout the day, every free minute you used to form what exactly you’d say back at him.
when you arrived home, you threw the crossbody bag to the side. stumbling to the shower, heart heavy— wild thoughts intoxicated your every move, it was as if you were watching yourself in third person, you washed your body, but it didn’t feel like yourself, more as if you were on autopilot.
when your body hit the mattress it sparked something in you, cold breeze blowing over your wet hair, goosebumps that prickled with every breath. you opened the texts, reading every word with a delicate smile. fingers hovering to reply— but before you did you opened his story, clicking on the icon, his delicate face meeting yours.
or so you thought it would— your eyes met with the most breathtaking, thirst photo. the kind where his bare torso was on full display, rather than his sharp face. it felt like everything paused, ears ringing, eyes widening, skin losing that natural warm color to it.
then you texted back— you couldn’t recall much of what you said, just a lot of different words vomited into a sentence, with an even longer rant, summarized into a “what the fuck about you ghosting me?”
his response wasn’t straightforward, didn’t truly address anything. maybea uncomplicated apology at best, ending with an “i’ll be over soon.”
it was 3 a.m. what did he mean by “be over soon.”? it boiled your blood— a rush of bitterness and frustration that made everything feel so real.
setting your phone down. heart still pounding through your chest, head fuzzy, the soft embrace of your bed made your body melt into the plush cushions, silky sheets wrapped around you— forming your own little silent cocoon.
the sound of cars passing, the gentle hum of your fridge, a tranquil sanctuary that took your once unsteady thoughts into a deep rest. yet it was so violently interrupted.
loud banging— the deafening kind of loud that only came with someone who gravely needed you. your warm body rolling under the soft fabric that embraced you. now, only the warmth lingered, feeling the chilliness hit you, feet planted on the cold wooden floors.
a long swoosh, frigid outdoor air hitting you heated pink cheeks, fingers tightening around the long sleeves of your pajamas.
your nose picked up on the familiar scent, smoky notes of his cologne— the scent you could never really put a finger on the right way to explain it— musky yet refreshing, smoky with hints of clean cotton. than it hit— the gagging scent of cigarettes, not just a faint note that drifted in an intoxicating wave. it was fully slapping you in the face.
his eyes glare down at you— his dark hair, sharp eyes, body towering over you— in a way that made you feel too small in your own skin. his heavy breath beat down on you, cold air that followed his uninvited self into your apartment. “nico?” slamming the door behind him. “you show up now?” your head was heated, blood rushing through your hot veins. your name on his lips, yet not a peep. he tug at your arm, pulling you into your once peaceful room.
pushing your back into the bed, hands spamming your thighs— spreading them apart. your face froze, knowing all too well what was happening.
your were exactly fond of this reunion. your body squirmed under him, trying to break free of his grasp— but to no avail. “i'm sorry—” he rapsed, deep, his fingers hooked around your shorts. pulling them in a sharp motion. revealing your bare hips to him.
a smirk tugged at the corner of his dried lips, burying his body between your legs, his large hoodie covered in rain droplets now pressed deeply against your calves.
his jewelry rattling in your ears, deep huffs. nicholas’s cold finger tips pressed to your clit, circling around it, gliding along your wet folds. loving the way you tremble under his touch, watching as you crumble under him— your once reluctant words now breaking.
his fingers that circled your clit slip into your dripping heat, 3 fingers mercilessly shoved into you, rewarded by a long cry. his cold silver rings send mixed shivers down your spine, a heated pool fills your back, the sensitive nerves numbing along your thighs.
his pace was steady, gentle pumps that stretched every tight inch of you, a deep roll into you, his long fingers curling against your walls, pressing into your sensitive spot. he loved watching as your body squirm beneath him, hips jerking, eyes rolling back into your head. moans that shake out of your parted lips, the pleasure that builds with every slick touch.
he was restless, a long painful pull-out, his sticky fingers now brought to his mouth— tasting your unreleased wetness, his dark eyes glaring back at you.
your chest rising and falling in rapid motions, legs still shaking, your orgams cruelly ripped away— the lack of made your brain fog. eyes slowly focusing back onto his, the way he hungrily watched you— tongue lapping at the slick fingers.
he had been dead silent, never a hush, not a peep, not a whispered word that reassured you.
he flip you around in a quick spin, the kind that makes your vision circle for seconds. your head buried in the mattress for an instant, the zip of his baggy jeans, again no warning— his thick tip pressing into you, a deep grunt, and his cock pounding into you. no prep— no time to adjust— just a dry pump.
a cry ripped from your throat, barely muffled into the lush mattress. followed by his forearm to your sweaty neck, wrapping his scarred arm around your neck.
his hips pounding every vacant inch full, his veins grinding against your slick walls, tip pushing into your guts— twisting them in pleasure.
your ears perked at the sound, muffled by the wet skin slapping was gentle sniffles, trembling whimpers that sounded full of sorrow rather than arousal. “nico?” gasping against his arm, nails clawing against his forearm— tone wary. he didn’t answer, your neck restricted by his hold— just listening to his soft sobs and whimpers as he fills your tight hole with every inch he could.
merciless, relentless ruts that crazed your thoughts. tight squeezes against your neck, hitting the last bits of air out of your lungs, his arm pulling your back into a painful arch— a deep breath trembles out of his lips, pushing his chest to your back.
letting his whimper flood your brain. “i’m sorry . . . i’m so sorry for leaving you for so long.” he whine into you, with every word he hit right into your spot, with a perfect amount of pressure around your neck that made your mind erase everything you once resented him for. it felt like the stupidest way to apologize— yet you had to admit that maybe the dick was that good.
his voice low, groans and growls that hiccuped after each whine and whimper. his tip slamming into your cervix, veins that throbbed against your walls.
you couldn’t form a word, messy cries that sounded like a foreign language. your teeth clamp down over his scarred arm, saliva dripping from your swollen lips.
eyes stinging, water welling in the corners, glassy tears that soon covered your face. your stomach tightened, legs losing their strength, knees buckling— only his choke hold carried your weight.
it all blurred, his rhythm messily collapsing in one last clumsy thrust. his cock twitches— filling you with warm ropes of cum. his body limp against yours, letting your walls flutter around him. mixing your arousal— vision blurring your room together into on abstract painting. his heavy breath hitting your sweaty neck, the heat of him burning against your skin.
he bring his free hand to your head, combing his fingers through your soft hair. placing soft peppered kisses on your wet cheeks. dissolving into your pleasure.
🗒️ hiiiii~!! please interact with this post and/or my page if you finished it, it helps motivate me to write more!! if you have any requests or ideas you’d like to share my inbox is open atm!! do not copy or translate any of my works.
❤︎ i’m the jealous type — friend! nicholas
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ your friend ghosted you for months, leaving your messages on delivered.
tags ⸝⸝ x reader, nico ghosting you, make up sex, cream pie, overstimulation, rough sex, crying, slightly angsty(?), headlock, edging, fingering, whiny weno, little bit mean weno, dub-con at first.
it’d been days, no weeks, no more like months. your inbox dryer than you could tolerate, messages opened, some left on read.
others that you couldn’t bother to look at— even if you were lonely, some people you just didn’t care for.
it was that dreading, gut-wrenching feeling that nauseated you every time you opened social media. hating to glance at your pinned dm.
you had been active on social media ever since you could remember, mostly lurking around, never interacting much with anyone. that was until you spoke to nicholas. he shared all the same hobbies as you, passions aligned so perfectly you thought it was impossible.
you talked daily, long texts that you replied to. rants about life, interests, whatever came to your mind you’d pour it out to him. he’d reply with just as much spirit, it felt as if you two shared a heart.
then it all just stopped.
he didn’t text back, didn’t open your messages, left you with your thoughts— questions of what you said, what you did wrong. you didn't get closure, the thirst to know why exactly he ghosted you. it ate at you day by day, until all that was left was your unrequited rotted heart.
some days passed painfully slow— others passed as if they never happened. every unoccupied moment your finger swiped the notifications hub.
radio silence.
the only notifications are from your stupid instagram channels. the ones where celebrities spat random words at you all day. the kind of stuff where you questioned why you even stayed in them.
this continued, it never really stopped, lingering in the back of your mind— fingers swiping like a second nature. heart paining with every repetition, yet you were met with cob webs.
that was until today, you were just about to fall asleep. fingers mindlessly scrolling through your feed, barely getting at what any video meant. it was that kind of exhaustion that hit your mind more than your eyes, not processing much information but watching it happen. random asmr videos, mukbangs, edits, etc.
just as your eyes were fluttering shut, a bright notification lit your groggy face, a glow that covered your face in soft white rays. just enough emitted light to catch your fading attention.
1 new notification from *w_h_y_weno*
the familiar heart drop, in the way that made a pit form in your stomach, a sickening experience.
it wasn’t exactly in that overjoyed way you always imagined, you thought it’d be like floating in the clouds— but instead it was… dread, disgust, a wave of disappointment and sadness all mixed into one vile sensation.
your eyes scanned the messages, the texts that never addressed his absence. just continued the conversation as if it was never paused.
you sat up, posture slouched so horrendous it looked like a monster was occupying your body. your mind that was once in half a slumber suddenly jolted awake, reading his words, every short text that made your head spin. the texts didn’t stop, they piled like bricks that were too heavy to be moved.
17 texts, exactly in the same joking manner he always replied with, you never opened the chat— no you couldn’t give him the satisfaction of having you on a leash. you read the previews, wrapping your head around just how he could pull this on you, and yet no apology, no explanation, just the same jokes and memes he’d always spat.
you sat on those texts for exactly 23 hours, leaving 1 hour as if it meant you were superior— as if you didn’t really care all that much. but you did, you replayed his texts every second you could, while cooking, cleaning, washing up. forming a response— yet you weren’t exactly sure how to reply, mad? no right— he was far too kind to receive anger. but it’s truly what you felt deep down.
you did everything to clear your head, even replying to useless emails at your favorite coffee shop throughout the day, every free minute you used to form what exactly you’d say back at him.
when you arrived home, you threw the crossbody bag to the side. stumbling to the shower, heart heavy— wild thoughts intoxicated your every move, it was as if you were watching yourself in third person, you washed your body, but it didn’t feel like yourself, more as if you were on autopilot.
when your body hit the mattress it sparked something in you, cold breeze blowing over your wet hair, goosebumps that prickled with every breath. you opened the texts, reading every word with a delicate smile. fingers hovering to reply— but before you did you opened his story, clicking on the icon, his delicate face meeting yours.
or so you thought it would— your eyes met with the most breathtaking, thirst photo. the kind where his bare torso was on full display, rather than his sharp face. it felt like everything paused, ears ringing, eyes widening, skin losing that natural warm color to it.
then you texted back— you couldn’t recall much of what you said, just a lot of different words vomited into a sentence, with an even longer rant, summarized into a “what the fuck about you ghosting me?”
his response wasn’t straightforward, didn’t truly address anything. maybea uncomplicated apology at best, ending with an “i’ll be over soon.”
it was 3 a.m. what did he mean by “be over soon.”? it boiled your blood— a rush of bitterness and frustration that made everything feel so real.
setting your phone down. heart still pounding through your chest, head fuzzy, the soft embrace of your bed made your body melt into the plush cushions, silky sheets wrapped around you— forming your own little silent cocoon.
the sound of cars passing, the gentle hum of your fridge, a tranquil sanctuary that took your once unsteady thoughts into a deep rest. yet it was so violently interrupted.
loud banging— the deafening kind of loud that only came with someone who gravely needed you. your warm body rolling under the soft fabric that embraced you. now, only the warmth lingered, feeling the chilliness hit you, feet planted on the cold wooden floors.
a long swoosh, frigid outdoor air hitting you heated pink cheeks, fingers tightening around the long sleeves of your pajamas.
your nose picked up on the familiar scent, smoky notes of his cologne— the scent you could never really put a finger on the right way to explain it— musky yet refreshing, smoky with hints of clean cotton. than it hit— the gagging scent of cigarettes, not just a faint note that drifted in an intoxicating wave. it was fully slapping you in the face.
his eyes glare down at you— his dark hair, sharp eyes, body towering over you— in a way that made you feel too small in your own skin. his heavy breath beat down on you, cold air that followed his uninvited self into your apartment. “nico?” slamming the door behind him. “you show up now?” your head was heated, blood rushing through your hot veins. your name on his lips, yet not a peep. he tug at your arm, pulling you into your once peaceful room.
pushing your back into the bed, hands spamming your thighs— spreading them apart. your face froze, knowing all too well what was happening.
your were exactly fond of this reunion. your body squirmed under him, trying to break free of his grasp— but to no avail. “i'm sorry—” he rapsed, deep, his fingers hooked around your shorts. pulling them in a sharp motion. revealing your bare hips to him.
a smirk tugged at the corner of his dried lips, burying his body between your legs, his large hoodie covered in rain droplets now pressed deeply against your calves.
his jewelry rattling in your ears, deep huffs. nicholas’s cold finger tips pressed to your clit, circling around it, gliding along your wet folds. loving the way you tremble under his touch, watching as you crumble under him— your once reluctant words now breaking.
his fingers that circled your clit slip into your dripping heat, 3 fingers mercilessly shoved into you, rewarded by a long cry. his cold silver rings send mixed shivers down your spine, a heated pool fills your back, the sensitive nerves numbing along your thighs.
his pace was steady, gentle pumps that stretched every tight inch of you, a deep roll into you, his long fingers curling against your walls, pressing into your sensitive spot. he loved watching as your body squirm beneath him, hips jerking, eyes rolling back into your head. moans that shake out of your parted lips, the pleasure that builds with every slick touch.
he was restless, a long painful pull-out, his sticky fingers now brought to his mouth— tasting your unreleased wetness, his dark eyes glaring back at you.
your chest rising and falling in rapid motions, legs still shaking, your orgams cruelly ripped away— the lack of made your brain fog. eyes slowly focusing back onto his, the way he hungrily watched you— tongue lapping at the slick fingers.
he had been dead silent, never a hush, not a peep, not a whispered word that reassured you.
he flip you around in a quick spin, the kind that makes your vision circle for seconds. your head buried in the mattress for an instant, the zip of his baggy jeans, again no warning— his thick tip pressing into you, a deep grunt, and his cock pounding into you. no prep— no time to adjust— just a dry pump.
a cry ripped from your throat, barely muffled into the lush mattress. followed by his forearm to your sweaty neck, wrapping his scarred arm around your neck.
his hips pounding every vacant inch full, his veins grinding against your slick walls, tip pushing into your guts— twisting them in pleasure.
your ears perked at the sound, muffled by the wet skin slapping was gentle sniffles, trembling whimpers that sounded full of sorrow rather than arousal. “nico?” gasping against his arm, nails clawing against his forearm— tone wary. he didn’t answer, your neck restricted by his hold— just listening to his soft sobs and whimpers as he fills your tight hole with every inch he could.
merciless, relentless ruts that crazed your thoughts. tight squeezes against your neck, hitting the last bits of air out of your lungs, his arm pulling your back into a painful arch— a deep breath trembles out of his lips, pushing his chest to your back.
letting his whimper flood your brain. “i’m sorry . . . i’m so sorry for leaving you for so long.” he whine into you, with every word he hit right into your spot, with a perfect amount of pressure around your neck that made your mind erase everything you once resented him for. it felt like the stupidest way to apologize— yet you had to admit that maybe the dick was that good.
his voice low, groans and growls that hiccuped after each whine and whimper. his tip slamming into your cervix, veins that throbbed against your walls.
you couldn’t form a word, messy cries that sounded like a foreign language. your teeth clamp down over his scarred arm, saliva dripping from your swollen lips.
eyes stinging, water welling in the corners, glassy tears that soon covered your face. your stomach tightened, legs losing their strength, knees buckling— only his choke hold carried your weight.
it all blurred, his rhythm messily collapsing in one last clumsy thrust. his cock twitches— filling you with warm ropes of cum. his body limp against yours, letting your walls flutter around him. mixing your arousal— vision blurring your room together into on abstract painting. his heavy breath hitting your sweaty neck, the heat of him burning against your skin.
he bring his free hand to your head, combing his fingers through your soft hair. placing soft peppered kisses on your wet cheeks. dissolving into your pleasure.
🗒️ hiiiii~!! please interact with this post and/or my page if you finished it, it helps motivate me to write more!! if you have any requests or ideas you’d like to share my inbox is open atm!! do not copy or translate any of my works.
fuck k, fuck yudai, fuck nagi’s live action actor, fuck &team’s oldest member, fuck that dwerker, fuck koga yudai, fuck that king kangaroo, fuck &t’s performance leader, fuck that libra from chiba. ՞߹ - ߹՞
who else want fuma to finger them so hard that they’re nothing but a whiny mess twitching like crazy under him who can’t even form thoughts anymore…raise ur hand if u agree
ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME—
# raises hand higher than anyone else (⚆·̫⚆‧̣̥̇ )
my brain is now all fuzzy thinking about this, ughhh fuma’s hands are just so pretty. i think as luné we all have to agree that fuma has the prettiest fingers, and #need papa to finger us. he’d be so gentle with it to— giggling to himself when you’re just a mess under him, afterwards he brings his slick finger to his mouth, don’t even get me started . . . i might have to write for this now ૮⸝⸝´ ٣ `⸝⸝ა
love, wanii ᢉ𐭩
how i’m feeling recently— big & greedy with nothing in my wallet.
˚ ﹒ ૮ ⠀🩸⠀⠀&team reacting you with sh problems (hyung line)
cw: descriptions of cuts, extremely sensitive content, PURE ANGST . wc: 2k
a/n: if you are experiencing similar problems, please ask for help; you don't have to deal with this alone. And also don't read this if this theme triggers you! please prioritize your physical and mental health. ♡
BYUN EUIJOO:
Euijoo loved seeing you after practice, always going to your apartment for a small visit and often even sleeping over, and that day was no different. He had arrived at your apartment and rang the doorbell. But you didn't answer. He knocked on the door a few times and again got no response. For a moment, he even thought you might not be home, but he knew you, knew how much you hated going out late at night and always waited for him with open arms. Euijoo was and always had been a cautious man, so when he saw that you weren't answering, he decided to use the spare key you had given him for emergencies. He had never used the key before, there would have been no reason to, but he couldn't help but feel worried.
As soon as he entered the apartment, he immediately found it strange. Everything was dark, windows and doors closed, and worst of all, a silence that cut through the air like glass. He walked through the apartment calling your name, but you didn't answer. As he reached your bedroom door, he knocked a few times. Maybe you were sleeping and he was worrying for nothing, but an intuition told Euijoo otherwise—and he knew very well that you didn't sleep until he got home. When you didn't answer him again, he became even more worried. His knocking became more frantic, and his voice calling your name did too.
"Love... please open the door, I know you're in there."
A small silence stretched, but was soon broken by the click of the doorknob opening. When Euijoo laid eyes on you, his heart sank. You were there, with teary eyes and bandages on your right arm. He knew what had happened, and damn, he really knew.
The silence that stretched was uncomfortable.
"Juju... I-" before you could even say anything, you were interrupted by Euijoo's arms around your body. Now tears rolled from his eyes and yours. You stayed like that for a while, no one knows how long, it could have been minutes, seconds, or even hours.
"Forgive me. Forgive me for not being here with you, my love," Euijoo began to speak amidst sobs.
"Tell me how I can do to help you? Please, I don't want to see you like this, it hurts so much. Just tell me, I'll do anything you want, anything at all. Just promise me you'll never do this to yourself again."
His voice now sounded like cutting glass. You couldn't answer, your only reaction now was to cry and cry a lot.
After a while of hugging, you pulled away first.
"Juju," Your voice came out shaky and almost a whisper. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, it's just that so much has been happening lately, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I-" before you could finish speaking, Euijoo interrupted you.
"No. Don't apologize, please, it's not your fault and it never will be, my love, never say that again. But tell me, what's been happening? I need you to tell me."
Then you spent the last hours of the night in each other's arms, with Euijoo listening patiently while you both still cried a little.
MURATA FUMA:
Fuma was on his way to the dormitory when he received a message from you, it didn't say much, just "Come to my apartment." I need you." At first, Fuma found it strange; you never sent messages like that, so of course, he immediately got worried and asked the manager to take him to your house. The journey took 10 minutes, which for Fuma felt like an eternity; he wanted to see you, he wanted to know what had happened.
As soon as he reached the door of his apartment, he didn't even bother to knock; he just entered the code and stepped inside his home. The silence that was there was deafening. I mean, you were a couple of silence, especially you, but something in the atmosphere made everything feel heavier.
Fuma went straight to your room and again, when he got there, he didn't bother knocking and just walked in without warning, which startled you. The scene that followed was terrifying, there you were with both arms covered in blood, which paralyzed Fuma as he slowly approached you, looking at your wounds. Unconsciously, tears began to roll down his eyes as he crouched down beside you to be at your height. He said nothing, just brought your bodies closer and gave you a tight hug.
That made you break down, crying profusely on his shoulder.
After a while, Fuma separated from you and headed toward the bathroom, grabbing the first aid kit. He didn't say anything, nor did you. He didn't need to, his silence and care in doing it already said everything.
Koga Yudai:
When you started dating K, you shared your journey of trying to stop self-harming, and of course, he always gave you as much support as possible. Sometimes he even offered to pay for your therapy sessions, and you really admired that. How K protected you, took care of you, and worried about you.
But now, it seemed like all his effort had been in vain; you had cut yourself again, after months of being clean, months of taking care of yourself to prevent this from happening, only for a simple inconvenience to ruin everything. You couldn't let K see that, even knowing he wouldn't scold you for doing it, your guilt always spoke louder, so when he arrived at your apartment that nite, you were wearing a jacket and sweatpants.
When he saw that, he immediately found it strange. It was summer in Japan, no one wore a coat at that time. So, he immediately realized, you had done that. K approached slowly, sitting beside you, initially just stroking your hair while a movie played on TV, but suddenly he stopped.
"My dear"—his voice came out trembling, tears threatening to fall.—"Tell me, did you do?"
His heart raced, he had noticed, of course he had. K was an observant man, always noticing everything that happened around him, especially what happened with you.
Even before trying to speak, tears began to fall from your face, you couldn't respond to that, it seemed too shameful to admit it out loud.
When he saw you crying, he immediately pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly in an embrace while your tears soaked his shoulder.
"K…I'm s-sorry… I didn'tmean to, I really didn't mean to… please don't be mad to me," you said between sobs, the tremor in your voice was noticeable.
Yudai pulled you away for a moment, just enough to look into your eyes.
"My dear... don't apologize, you are not to blame. Tell me, what happened? You can tell me, I'll understand. "I'm not angry, I would never be," he said with a calm voice, reassuring you.
So, you started to sing about what happened while he listened to you, the concern in his eyes was noticeable. After you finished speaking, he pulled you into another hug, whispering sweet words as you finished crying.
Wang Yixiang:
Nicholas had arrived earlier at your apartment, he never knocked on the door. He liked to make surprises, he liked to see your face light up and your smile as soon as he walked thru the door with a bouquet for you in one hand and sweets in the other. This was common between you, so that day was no different.
As soon as he entered your apartment, he could feel the heavy atmosphere; you weren't in the living room, and the apartment was a mess. That was strange; you had always been the most organized person Nicholas knew. So, seeing that, he immediately became worried, his mind racing thru a thousand horrible and different scenarios as he approached your room.
The bouquet and sweets were now set aside on the kitchen table.
Before reaching his room, he saw the bathroom door ajar and some sobs coming from inside. He didn't waste any time and opened the door completely, revealing her figure with a blade in her hand and deep, open cuts. Nicholas immediately froze. His expression now completely closing off as you tried to explain yourself to him, but he wasn't listening. What Nicholas felt now was a mix of emotions; while he was worried about you, he felt anger. Not anger at you, anger at himself, for not arriving earlier, for not noticing sooner, for not talking to you before. Before his thoughts and emotions took over, he gave you a hug while crying on your shoulder. It was the first time you saw him crying like that.
"F-forgive me, my love," he said between sobs, "I-I should have realized it earlier, please forgive me." His voice was now trembling, but he immediately pulled away from the embrace.
Now you found yourself sitting under the sink while he took care of your cuts. Nicholas did this with such care, afraid of hurting you even more, when he finished, he picked you up in his arms, as if you were a princess, and took you to your room, laying you down with the utmost gentleness.
Now a silence stretched out, it was uncomfortable and almost cutting.
"Nicho... I-" you started to say but he interrupted you.
"It's all right. We don't need to talk about it if you don't want to"
You smiled, pulling him to lie down beside you. None of you exchanged a single word, just snuggled up waiting for sleep to come.
Nakakita Yuma:
You didn't want to do this, of course, but your week had been so exhausting, your boss bothering you at work, fights with your parents even tho you didn't live with them anymore. So, when Yuma went out to buy some things for dinner that you would have asked for, that moment seemed like the perfect opportunity to cut yourself.
You quickly went to the bathroom and grabbed one of the blades you kept there, even tho you swore to get rid of them every day. So you ran it once, it wasn't enough. The memories of the fights with your parents and the harassment from your boss at work still lingered in your mind. So you went over it again, and then two more times until you got a cut deep enough to distract your mind from that week and focus on the fresh cut.
Everything was perfect, you just needed to take care of that now, but when you turned to the door, Yuma was there. He had seen everything, or almost everything. His eyes were filled with tears, some spilling and wetting his face.
"Yuma, calm down, it's not that-" you tried to say but couldn't, your voice trembling and tears already streaming down your face.
"My love, look at me…" Yuma said in a calm voice.
But you couldn't look at him, not now. The shame and fear of being caught doing this by your own boyfriend consumed you.
Yuma sat you on the toilet while he looked for the first aid kit, and when he found it, he approached you. He waited for a confirmation that he could take care of your cuts after you gave a slight nod.
While he was cleaning, he started talking to you.
"Do you want to tell me why?" he said calmly while pressing the gauze on the deep cut.
You nodded slightly in a no, your shame was still great, you didn't have the courage to talk to him about it, not now.
After a long time, he finished taking care of the cuts. When he did this, he immediately pulled her into a hug while giving small kisses on her wet face.
You moved away first, now looking into his eyes.
"Aren't you mad at me?" you asked insecurely.
"I would never get angry with you, my love," he said, intertwining their hands.
"Really?"
"Yes. Absolutely. It's not your fault, it's okay, I understand you. I'm not angry."
When he said that, you allowed yourself to let out a long sigh and pull him into a hug.
"I love you," you whispered.
"I love you more, honey," he said, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
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