You’re on your tiptoes, stretching as far as your body allows, fingertips brushing the bottom of the cereal box on the top shelf. It’s mocking you. K put it there on purpose last night—you know he did—because he thinks it’s funny when you struggle.
“Need help, shortcake?” His voice comes from right behind you, low and amused, warm breath tickling the back of your neck.
You freeze. “I’ve got it.”
“Sure you do.” He doesn’t move closer yet, just stands there letting you feel how close he is. He towers over you without even trying. You’re cute next to him—small enough that he can rest his chin on top of your head when you hug, small enough that his hoodies swallow you whole.
You huff and jump once. Miss.
Another jump. Your shirt rides up a little.
That’s when his hands find your waist—big, warm palms sliding under the hem of your (his) oversized tee, fingers splaying across your bare stomach to steady you.
“Careful,” he murmurs, lips brushing your ear. “Wouldn’t want you to fall.”
You roll your eyes even though he can’t see. “You literally put it up here to watch me suffer.”
“Guilty.” He chuckles, the sound vibrating through your back where he’s pressed against you now. “But admit it—you like when I have to save you.”
Before you can snap back, he lifts you effortlessly. One smooth motion, hands firm on your hips, hoisting you up like you weigh nothing.
Your feet dangle for a second before you grab the box. “Okay, fine—thank you, giant.”
He sets you down slowly, turning you around in his arms so you’re caged between him and the counter. His hands stay on your waist, thumbs tracing lazy circles over the skin just above your waistband.
“Look at you,” he says, voice dropping softer, eyes flicking down to where your bodies meet. “Fits right here.” He presses closer, letting you feel the solid wall of his chest, the way your head barely reaches his collarbone. “Perfect size for me to just…” He dips down, nose brushing yours. “…keep you close.”
Heat creeps up your neck. “You’re obsessed.”
“With you? Yeah.” No shame in his tone. He leans in more, lips ghosting over your forehead, then your temple. “Love how I can wrap you up completely. Makes me feel like I’m protecting something precious.”
You try to push at his chest—half-hearted. “Cheesy.”
“Truthful.” His hands slide lower, cupping under your thighs and lifting you onto the counter in one easy move. Now you’re eye-level with him (almost—he still has to tilt his head down a bit). He steps between your legs, hands resting on the counter on either side of you, caging you in again.
“See?” He murmurs, forehead resting against yours. “This way I get to look at you properly. No craning my neck… much.”
You laugh despite yourself. “You’re ridiculous.”
“And you’re tiny.” He grins, all teeth and sparkling eyes. “My favorite thing to tease.” One hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “Especially when you get all flustered like this.”
“I’m not flustered.”
“Liar.” He leans in until your noses brush. “Your cheeks are pink. And your heart’s racing—I can feel it.”
You swallow. “Maybe because you’re too close.”
“Want me to back up?”
You grab the front of his shirt before he can even think about moving. “Don’t you dare.”
His grin turns smug. “That’s what I thought.” Then he’s kissing you—slow at first, teasing, like he’s savoring how easy it is to tilt your head back with just a finger under your chin. His other hand slips to the small of your back, pulling you flush against him so there’s no space left.
When he pulls away, you’re both breathing a little harder.
“God,” he whispers against your mouth. “I love this. Love how small you feel in my arms. Love that I can pick you up whenever I want. Carry you to bed. Pin you against walls. Whatever.”
Your breath hitches. “K…”
“Hm?” He kisses the corner of your mouth. “Tell me to stop if it’s too much.”
You shake your head, fingers curling into his hair. “Don’t stop.”
“Good girl.” The words are soft, but the way he says them—low, a little rough—makes your stomach flip.
He lifts you again, this time wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you toward the living room couch. Effortless. Like you’re weightless.
He drops down with you in his lap, hands roaming your back under the shirt, tracing the dip of your spine.
“See?” he murmurs, lips against your throat now. “Perfect fit. Every single time.”
You tilt your head back, giving him more room. “You’re never gonna let this height thing go, are you?”
He laughs quietly, teeth grazing your pulse point just enough to make you shiver. “Not a chance, baby. It’s my favorite thing about us.”
And honestly? It’s starting to become one of yours too. especially when he uses it to his advantage like this.
in which you go into heat at the worst possible time and yudai comes to the rescue. or - the one where you get your world rocked by a werewolf boy.
wc: 2k | notes: smut (don't like it? don't read it), werewolf mating and knotting, semi-public sex, yudai is very much a big boy, minors do not interact!
By the time you realized what was happening it was too late. You were going into heat... in the middle of a nightclub.
You should have known by the way men were flocking to you like you were a drug in human form. Your oscillating moods should have been a clue. The way your body temperature kept changing on a dime should have given you away.
But you were too distracted by heartbreak, having dragged yourself out of bed and to the club to dance away your pain. Now, you were a wounded deer in a den of wolves, about to be devoured.
That was until the scent of a real wolf hit your nose. You felt relief wash over you at the familiar smell of your own kind, your eyes locking onto the man crossing the room to meet you. The moment he closed in, you wriggled yourself out of the swarm of bodies and crashed into his arms, relaxing when he coiled them around you.
"You're either the dumbest she-wolf I've ever met, or the bravest," he said in your ear, his breath hot and his voice low.
"No comment," you retorted, adrenaline making you tremble. Along with hormones.
The male steered you away and you let him, melting into the simmering heat of his body - and his entire being. Once in the wings of the club, you could breathe again and you pulled away to cool down.
"I'm Yudai," he said politely.
You gave him your name and he said it back, tasting it on his tongue. You liked hearing him say it, and you felt a tug in your core.
Yudai smirked, noticing the way you'd tensed. He was hyper attune to your every move. When he'd smelled a female entering heat, he could hardly believe it. Now that he'd found you, he had no intention of letting you slip through his fingers.
Something about your scent was wringing him inside and out. It screamed attraction, but also compatibility. Your pheremones were like hooks sinking into his skin and dragging him beneath the waves of your scent.
One of the men from before approached, not ready to give up the hunt, and reached for your hand. "Come back for one more dance," he started, and you shied away.
Yudai put himself between the two of you in the time it took you to blink, shoving the guy away sharply. "Walk away," he hissed, knowing he could rip the man to shreds with his bare hands.
The man seemed to clock that too and scurried away, his subconscious telling him that Yudai was dangerous and not to be toyed with. Wolves used to hunt humans; maybe his ancestors made a warning sing in his blood.
Yudai turned back to you and sighed, "You do realize you're in heat, right?"
You narrowed your eyes at him, not appreciating the way he borderline scolded you. "Yeah, but in my defense, it started after I got here."
"Must have sensed me before you did," Yudai said smugly.
You scoffed. "You did not send me into heat."
Yudai cocked his head cutely, obviously amused. "How do you know?"
The way he switched from chiding to playful made your head spin. After trying to think of a witty reply, instead you snapped, "What are you doing here anyway? Looking for some girl to fuck?"
Yudai shrugged, noncommittal, smiling slightly at your reaction. "Maybe I just felt the urge to be here tonight. Now I know why."
"Oh, please. A nightclub is not the place of a fated meeting."
"Modern problems require modern solutions. We may have met in the woods in the old days, but those days are over."
You let out a tiny laugh. He wasn't wrong.
Yudai came closer and said, "Think about it. All the rituals are here - keeping away challenging males, dancing to impress you, drinks to help you relax. I could go on."
You opened your mouth to argue, but stopped.
"Want me to get you something?"
You shook your head. For a moment, you didn't trust your own voice. His scent was wafting over you in pulses.
Yudai watched you expectantly.
You shifted your weight and after a pause, you told him shyly, "I want to dance."
He smiled and held out his hand. "Then let's dance."
Yudai crowded your back, your shoulders against his chest as he towered over you. You moved to the beat, hot and heavy, pressing closer and closer together until your hearts beat as one.
Yours then skipped a beat when Yudai's hands began roaming your body, assessing you. It was obvious, the way he touched you with intent, determining whether you were a good match to carry his line. It made you want his approval, even though you knew you already had it.
When Yudai kissed your neck, testing the waters, your eyes fluttered, but something in your gut compelled you to hold out. You untangled yourself from Yudai's arms wrapped tightly around your body and turned to face him, Yudai lacing his fingers through yours intimately.
"Do you try to breed every girl you dance with?"
Yudai leaned down, his eyes burning into yours, and said, "If you're asking have I put my dick in other women, the answer is obviously yes."
You set your jaw, jealousy coursing through you at an alarming rate. It was obvious you were testing him; seeing if he picked quality over quantity, and Yudai knew that.
The wolf boy touched his brow to yours, his eyes burning like molten gold. "But if you're asking have I ever knotted and bred another wolf before..., you would be the first."
You blinked in surprise and your body involuntarily sank deeper into him. Yudai noticed and kneaded your hips, the corner of his mouth rising victoriously. But still you tested him.
"And if I say no?"
"Then I'll get you out of here safely, call you a cab home, and give you my number. And I'll wait by the phone, hoping you'll change your mind."
You could feel his sincerity, and it turned you on. The fact he was willing to let you go, even though his body was screaming with desire for you, made you wilt. You lifted to your tiptoes and met your lips to his softly.
The music seemed to speed up. The bass grew louder. Suddenly it was pounding through your body as your heart rate matched it.
Fire lit itself through Yudai's veins and he kissed you back ravenously, like he'd been waiting his whole life for this moment.
For the rest of the night, he was all you knew. You cried out his name when he buried himself inside you, swallowing your moans with his mouth on yours. One arm was around your waist keeping you pressed to him, the other was in the bend of your knee, holding you open for him as he snapped his hips forward, filling you with his cock.
You gripped the edges of the bathroom counter beneath you, the music dulled by the concrete walls, but still loud enough to make your ears ring. The bathroom was dimly lit with a sultry red hue, which only amplified the heat.
When you first saw Yudai's length, you thought there was no way he would fit, but your body stretched around him, hungry for his release. Your walls pulsed on his dick, your toes curling when he pressed in deep.
Yudai's lips brushed yours, both of you slack-jawed with pleasure, and he growled, "You take me so well. Fuck..., you're so tight."
Your eyes were winched closed, but his voice made you look at him, wanting to see his beautiful face and what the heat of you was doing to him. "Make me come," you hissed, clamping your thighs on his waist.
"Not yet."
Frustration bristled through you, because you felt you were getting closer to the edge, but at your words, Yudai slowed down, which only served to infuriate you. Getting a handful of his hair in your fist, a tiny growl rumbled in your throat.
Cocky, Yudai smirked, still buried inside you, and nipped at your lips before pressing his brow to yours. "You know we're not going to come like this," he said in a raspy voice.
Your eyes flickered, imagining him behind you, his hands with a brutal grip on your waist, his hips smacking into your ass. Part of you could barely believe it - you were going to let this wolf boy breed you right here, right now.
Yudai could see your thoughts. More importantly, he could feel them. And that was how he sensed your rapidly changing emotions. The room felt suddenly heavy, weighed down with the finality of what you both would do.
"I want this," you told him firmly. Your heart and your breaths had leveled enough to give you a moment of clarity, and you realized nothing had ever felt so right. It was all as chaotic as you were. Fuck all the consequences. You would worry about them tomorrow.
Your mate gave a nod and pulled out of you slowly like it pained him to do so. You whimpered at the loss of him, but in the next second, Yudai pulled you carefully off the counter, spun you around before your feet had fully touched the floor, and bent you over the surface, getting your hips in his hands and impaling you on his cock again.
You moaned as he filled you, returning to a mad pace, a wet slap echoing through the bathroom despite the music still blaring behind the walls. Your eyes flew to the mirror, barely recognizing yourself and how fucking feral you looked. You were an animal completely possessed by your hormones and the chemical reactions happening in your blood at the moon's demand.
Then you looked at Yudai in the reflection and your mouth watered. He was so vicious with your body, pleasure tightening his face, but his eyes were on you in the mirror, totally mesmerized.
"Breed me," you whispered, but Yudai heard you loud and clear. He gloved his cock in your perfect pussy, slick with desire and need, and the echoing slap of your bodies meeting came faster and faster.
Yudai grunted with the effort, panting like he couldn't breathe. You kept throwing yourself back to take all of him, shuddering when he hit your sweet spot.
"Yudai," you moaned, gripping the edge of the counter tight as you came.
The way you cried out his name felt like permission to finally let go to Yudai and he fucked you through your orgasm, groaning at the way your walls gripped and pulsed on his dick, begging him to fill you, and as you hit your peak, Yudai released inside you with a growl. He shoved his cock in you deep and tightened his hold on your hips.
You felt him swelling inside you just as you started coming down from the high, your eyes going wide when you felt his knot, but you were quickly distracted by the heat of his seed filling you to the brim and you instinctively leaned forward and arched your back to make sure a drop wasn't wasted.
Yudai's eyes rolled back in his head and he finally closed his lips, his mouth having been open with a silent moan at the mind-numbing pleasure your body had taken him through. He rubbed his hands apologetically on your waist where bruises were undoubtedly forming and then braced his palms on the counter on opposite sides of you, draping himself over you and hanging his head, catching his breath.
It was hard to resist, so you wiggled your hips a little to test how stuck you were, immediately hissing through your teeth at the pressure. His knot felt heavy in your sex and you looked to the mirror, licking your lips at your lover's reflection, his face and hair damp with sweat.
"Does it hurt?" Yudai asked worriedly.
You shook your head. "It's tight."
Yudai chuckled and said under his breath, "You have no idea."
That made you smirk.
Yudai wrapped his arms around you, kissing the nape of your neck, and brushed over the lowest plane of your stomach where he knew his seed would take root. He was so out of his mind with need to breed you. Everything about your scent was intoxicating to him. He knew you were meant to carry his baby.
You rocked against him, making your walls grip his cock and earning yourself a deep moan that pleased you. "Give me more," you purred, your inner wolf already bracing for another round.
"Come home with me," Yudai said, still kissing across your neck and shoulders, hands stroking your waist, your hips, your breasts. He was already picturing the swell of your body and it made his cock twitch.
Feeling him hardening inside you again as his knot deflated, you said, "We better hurry. Because I wanna ride you."
Yudai met your eyes in the mirror and smiled a wolfish grin that told you he wouldn't be finished with you until the sun came up.
in which you broke up with euijoo but he shows up at your door in heat because you're the only one that can help him. or - the one where euijoo begs for a taste.
wc: 3k | notes: smut (don't like it? don't read it), some swearing, euijoo is a total munch, werewolf breeding and knotting, minors do not interact!
There was a knock at your door in the middle of the night, and you knew exactly who it was. Crossing the apartment in your fluffy bathrobe, you stopped at the door and without even checking the peephole, said, "Go away, Euijoo."
He didn't miss a beat, calling out from the other side of the wall, "Please, baby. Just please open the door."
"I'm not doing it," you told him with annoyance. "We're done."
"I said I'm sorry a million times. What else can I do?"
"You can leave me the fuck alone."
A tiny pause followed and to your surprise, you didn't move away from the door, waiting for his response. You expected another apology or maybe an excuse.
Euijoo finally spoke up again. "It's... that time. Can I please just see you?"
That time..., you thought confusedly. Then your eyes widened.
At your silence, Euijoo grew even more desperate. "I need you," he whined, his head pressed against the door and his eyes winched closed. "Just five seconds near you will take the edge off."
Your curiosity was quickly rising. Shifting your weight, you reached out but hesitated, knowing you were just going to get your heart broken again. But you couldn't stop. Turning the knob, you cracked the door, coming face-to-face with the wolf boy you'd broken up with two weeks ago.
Euijoo looked broken. His eyes were swollen, his cheeks flushed, and his hair an overgrown mess on his head, but to you he'd never looked so beautiful.
"Are you in heat?" you asked in disbelief.
"Yes," Euijoo replied, all the air draining out of his lungs at just the sight of you.
You glanced him up and down, still only keeping the door cracked for your own protection. You'd never been with him during heat before. He'd told you a little about it, and it sounded downright insane.
"Why do you need me?"
"Because you're my mate," Euijoo said sadly, his eyes glistening a little. "Only your scent calms me down."
Hearing that made something twist violently in your chest. You still loved him, you knew that and never tried to deny it, but you wanted to move on from him. His pack came first, his work came second, and you weren't going to stay in a relationship where you were never the priority.
So you left, and you'd taken Euijoo's heart with you.
Sighing loudly, you asked, "What do you need me to do?" And you quickly added in a much harsher tone, "Because I'm not letting you fuck me."
Euijoo shouldn't have been surprised by your reaction, but it still wounded him. It wasn't that long ago he was falling asleep and waking up in your arms. How could things have changed so much in such a short time?
"I know. Can I just... be near you?"
You narrowed your eyes at him. He looked kinda feverish and your instinct was always to make sure he was okay. It wasn't easy being a werewolf, hiding from the world. Opening the door wider, you said, "Come inside, but behave yourself."
The words were barely out of your mouth and Euijoo slipped through the opening and wrapped his arms around you, picking you up and burying his face in your neck. You squeaked in surprise, grabbing onto his shoulders, and let him hold you, feeling him take deep gulps of your scent.
"Fuck," Euijoo groaned, his grip on you tight but comfortable. "You smell so good."
"I just took a shower," you deadpanned.
"No." Euijoo shook his head. "This is all you."
With your feet off the floor, you were reminded just how much bigger he was than you and it sent a pulse of arousal through your body. Feeling awkward, you said, "Um, can you put me down? This is kinda weird."
Euijoo immediately set you down carefully and apologized, "I'm sorry. That was a lot."
You chuckled. "Yeah..., did it help?"
"Very much."
A heavy silence ensued, and you didn't like it. All you could think about was how close he was, how his body had felt against yours, and the scent of him now completely consuming your senses.
Swallowing the lump in your throat, you asked, "Does it hurt?"
Euijoo's eyes were on your lips when you spoke, wanting to taste them, and he quickly moved his attention to your eyes. "Being away from you? Yes."
You scoffed. "You left me all the time. When I do it, it's painful?"
"I always came home to you."
Frustration overflowed inside you. The past two weeks of grieving your relationship slammed into you. "I don't want to get into this right now," you told him shakily.
Euijoo's eyes filled with concern. "I understand."
Silence filled the void again and you slipped away to the couch, sitting down and telling Euijoo he could sit with you. You'd decided to let him be near you for a while. You didn't want him walking around in torment, no matter how much he'd tortured you.
It was still awkward as hell. Euijoo sat down, leaving plenty of space between you, trying to be respectful.
You resituated on the sofa, adjusting your robe, and Euijoo gave you a quick scan.
"You're ovulating," he suddenly said.
Your eyes widened. "How the hell could you know that?"
"I smell it."
You looked away from him, because that fire in his gaze and the way his voice dropped made another vicious pulse of desire race through you. Your walls clenched on nothing, making you think back to a time when you were completely filled by him.
Euijoo growled under his breath, "Fuck, you're so fucking sensitive right now, aren't you?"
You opened your mouth to tell him to fuck right off, but the words didn't come out. He was right. It was why you'd taken a hot bath and walked around in your robe. Your breasts and your sex were hurting, overly sensitive with hormones. A dull ache had taken residence between your thighs.
Euijoo's pupils dilated. You didn't need to say anything, he could feel it. He was reading your body like a book. Inching a little closer, he asked, "Can I please eat you out?"
Well, you weren't expecting that. "Euijoo...," you started.
"Please, baby. I swear I'll leave you the fuck alone after."
Somehow you knew that wasn't true, and the thought of him leaving made you bristle. Your mind instantly locked onto the image of his head between your legs, your fingers in his fluffy hair, your toes curling as you came.
"It hurts," you told him in a small voice.
Euijoo was at attention when he heard that, his whole body stiffening. He was prepared to get on his knees and beg for a chance to fix that. "Let me make you feel better," he whispered, his voice low again.
You wanted that. Hell, you more than deserved it after what he'd put you through, and Euijoo knew that too. Your heart was beginning to race, thumping in your ears. You turned to face him and leaned back against the arm of the sofa, loosening your robe enough to make it part and reveal the heaven between your thighs to him.
Euijoo's eyes went straight to your pussy, sensing that she was swollen and pulsing, needy for his touch and his cum. Crimson swept across his already flushed cheeks and he immediately lowered himself between your legs, steered your knees over his shoulders and pressed a kiss to your perfect cunt.
You whimpered and grabbed onto his hair, arching into his mouth. Something lit itself like fire through your veins and you couldn't describe it. Euijoo's tongue in your pussy made you forget your words.
"Fuck," Euijoo groaned, his breath hot on your folds, licking and sucking like his life depended on it. Your body was so responsive to his touch, seeking him out and trembling. Euijoo sank his fingers into your fleshy thighs and ate you out hungrily.
A loud moan left you and you gripped his hair tighter, trying to slow him down. Euijoo acted like he didn't have time to work you carefully to the edge as he used to; he was out to ruin you this time, wanting you to come all over his face as fast as you could. Your walls clenched and your stomach tightened, and you wiggled under him, clamping your legs on his head, much to Euijoo's delight.
Euijoo shook his head. You tasted so good. He was obsessed with how wet you were, imagining how easily his cock would sink in, how hard your pussy would grip him when he pumped you full of his load. His dick was hard as a rock, twitching every time you moaned.
"Euijoo..., I'm gonna come," you whimpered, writhing on the couch.
In the next second, two long fingers slipped into your entrance and curled inside, finding your sweet spot immediately and dragging against it just as Euijoo sucked on your clit with a vengeance. His other hand teased over your waist before grabbing your breast, kneading before his fingers rolled and pinched your nipple.
Euijoo almost came when you did, your cries of pleasure filling the room, your cunt bouncing into his face, your walls pulsing on his fingers. He lapped up your release, the perfect scent of your slick filling Euijoo's nose and making his pupils dilate completely to black. A very wolfish growl left his throat, a shiver crashing through his body at having prepped his mate so well.
With a whine, you went limp, your hands tangled painfully in Euijoo's hair. You also realized just how tightly your thighs were clamped on his head, having lost control of your body in the orgasm. You stared up at the ceiling, your vision blurry, and imagined Euijoo impaling you on his cock.
And then you thought about him filling you with his cum. His heat and fever were rubbing off on you, because you'd never wanted to be stuffed full of his seed this badly before. Your body was screaming for it.
Euijoo sat up, steering your legs around his waist gently, and wiped his mouth, his eyes never leaving your glistening cunt. His body shook with restraint; he wanted to fuck you, but he knew that wouldn't be fair. Not with the current state of your relationship.
"Breed me," you whispered breathlessly.
Euijoo groaned and shook his head. "No."
If you only knew how violently he was fighting himself. His wolf side demanded he breed his mate. You alone were meant to carry on his bloodline.
"Yes," you growled, grabbing him and yanking him down to you, smashing your lips on his and tasting your ecstasy on his tongue.
Between hungry, messy kisses, Euijoo said, "You left me."
You braced both hands on his chest and pushed him back, snapping, "You never showed up in the first place."
Euijoo gawked down at you in disbelief. His beautiful face tensed with sadness. "Is that how I made you feel?"
You met his eyes, searching them and finding only sincerity, and you nodded.
Euijoo breathed out your name like it pained him. "I'm so sorry."
"Make it up to me now."
He shook his head again. "Doing this won't fix us," he told you gently.
Your eyes twinkled with unshed tears, staring up at him in worship. Your wolf boy, the love of your life, the person you wanted to live and die beside, Euijoo was the one. There was no doubt in your mind. Maybe leaving was exactly what he needed to come to the same conclusion you had.
"I don't want to wait every night for you to come home to me," you confessed. "I want you in the daylight too. I'm not saying we have to spend every minute together, but I felt like... I only got whatever time you had left over."
Euijoo tensed even more and he couldn't stop the tear that rolled down his cheek. "I didn't know that hurt you so much," he said softly, wounded. "I guess... they need me. I had to take care of them. I thought you didn't need me."
"I don't need you, Euijoo. I want you. I've never wanted anyone else. I want to be with you. I want to travel with you and go on dates with you. I want to laugh and cry with you. I want... to have babies with you."
"I want that too. All of it," Euijoo sighed, his voice the weakest you'd ever heard. He sounded the way he always did after you rode the soul out of him. And he wasn't even inside you yet.
You brushed your fingers over his cheek, wiping away the tears. You smiled up at your sweet, gentle wolf boy, then you brought him down slowly for a kiss that put all the others to shame.
Euijoo let you lead him, kissing you desperately as you locked your arms and legs around him until he lowered all of his weight on you. His hard cock rubbed against your folds and began coating his length in your slick. You dragged your fingers down his back and used your legs to draw him toward you.
When he finally pressed inside you, you held onto him for dear life, finding purchase in his shoulders, and cried out his name, making Euijoo moan into your mouth. He kissed you again as he buried himself to the hilt, and said, "I love you."
"I love you too."
Euijoo canted back and stroked in, meeting his lips to yours to swallow the sounds he was stealing out of you. He moved like silk, but still so hard.
"I'm gonna fill you up," Euijoo growled, his pace never falling out of rhythm. "Gonna put my baby in you."
And he did, over and over. The first time you felt him swell and release inside you, euphoria washed over you in waves and you cried out his name until you were hoarse. Your mate took you again on the floor, on your hands and knees, his grip on your waist merciless as he painted your walls with his seed.
Eventually, the two of you collapsed in a tangled mess into your bed and Euijoo dragged you underneath him once more, but you didn't want that. You pushed at his chest and sat up, straddling his lap and sinking down on him, fisting his hair when he buried his face in your neck and kissed madly over your racing pulse.
You rode him and he rolled his hips to meet you, a wet slap echoing through the room. Something animalistic and wild came over you, to the point the only thought in your head was to fuck another load out of him. It didn't matter that you could feel his cum already deep inside you where it belonged, you wanted more.
Euijoo growled and swore, a rough edge to his voice, something inhuman. He held onto you desperately, staring at you like you were the only person that existed in the world with him, and panted, "You're so fucking perfect."
"I know," you retorted, the fever and heat getting to your head. No woman would ever see him like this. Neither could they ever get this passion out of him. This man was yours, and you'd kill anyone that tried to take him from you again.
Chuckling at your attitude, Euijoo sucked at your neck, hissing through his teeth at the tight grip of your cunt. A few more strokes and you were going to drain him dry. Again.
You fucked him harder and faster, and said, "Come," and his body obeyed instantly. Euijoo let out a pained groan, grabbed your waist, and pushed you beneath him, snapping his cock into you mercilessly. You howled his name as he drove you over the edge, his whines pitching higher as he filled you again, your vision going white and your ears ringing. Pleasure rocked you from head to toe, making your breath seize in your lungs.
This was the one. You knew it would take root. Your body shook and then everything went black.
Euijoo's voice was gentle but insistent as he coaxed you back to him. You blinked, his pretty face coming into focus above you. The first thing you noticed was how human he looked, his cheeks flushed and his eyes wide. His skin glistened with sweat, his hair damp with it too.
"Are you okay?" Euijoo asked worriedly, still propped over you.
You swallowed to wet your throat, slowly getting control back of your body. You could feel his cock stuck inside you, just like all the times before, and you were very aware of how hard you both were panting. You felt like you'd just run a marathon, but you'd never left the bed.
"You blacked out," Euijoo said, searching your face. He was desperate for you to say something, terrified that his wolf half had pushed you too far.
Taking a deep breath, you let it out slowly and reached for his arms, grounding yourself back to earth. "I'm alright," you finally said, and Euijoo visibly relaxed. "That was... intense."
Euijoo dropped his head, sighing in relief. He pressed an affectionate kiss right over your beating heart and then looked up at you, his eyes twinkling.
You felt heat flush through your body, but you knew you were spent, and you asked bashfully, "What do you think - did we make a baby?"
Euijoo chuckled. "The way we went at it... maybe more than one."
That got a little laugh out of you, and you felt the tension break. You smiled up at him. "Promise me we'll make this work."
"I promise," Euijoo replied without hesitation, leaning in and kissing you softly. He kept pressing his lips to yours tenderly until you both drifted off, the morning sun beginning to peek through the curtains.
tags; smut, fluff, established relationship, praise (from him), sick!yudai, reader taking care of him
warnings; oral f receiving, penetration, no protection (!), dirty talk (mixed in with talk about christmas, in case that's an ick)
word count; ~2.1k words
note; it felt criminal not to write anything for @sinvanish ( @lune-net admin) after she put this entire event together for us so... luv u lots mani! happy holidays!
> soro@lacedwithmsg: ~$ run "relief"
> file loaded, enjoy!
"yudai, you're burning."
"it's okay I'm alright."
"no, you're not. come on, you need to change."
his shirt is drenched in sweat, sticking to his skin like a cold, wet second layer that he needs to shed soon if he doesn't want to get even more unwell.
his face is buried in his pillow, the florescent overhead lights so unbearably bright he swears that his retinas are burning.
"I brought you some tea, your favorite."
he groans but turns to look at you, despite the blinding lights carving his head open from the inside.
"can we keep the lights off? they hurt my head."
-
after taking a sip of the tea he looks at you. "I'm sorry, for getting sick."
you caress his cheek, the heat coming off it almost palpable. "you don't have to be sorry for anything, yudai."
his eyes flutter close and you feel the delicate weight of his head settle in your palms.
"before you pass out again sleepyhead, you need to change. not sure how I feel about sleeping in a puddle of yudai sweat tonight."
he slowly lifts his shirt up, arms heavy as if the forces of gravity were pulling them down twice as hard. you help him pull it over his head and toss it on the floor behind you before unfolding a clean shirt you already had prepared.
but before you could help him get it on, he puts his hand on your wrist, his grip so light you barely felt any pressure.
"can you help me get to the shower?"
"yudai I don't think you should take a shower right now. your temperature's going to be thrown way off."
he looks down at his lap, like a puppy who's been told no. "it's so hot, I think my eyeballs are melting."
"you're quite amusing when you're sick, y'know?"
but before he can ask what you meant, you stand up with purpose. "I'll cool you down, I promise. Give me five." And with that, yudai's puzzled eyes follow you out of the room.
-
maybe it was five minutes, or two, or ten, yudai couldn't keep count, but you're back. now standing next to the bed with a bucket and a couple white hand towels.
setting the bucket down carefully, you dunk one of the towel and twist out any excess water. folding it into three, you lay the wet towel over yudai's forehead.
the instant relief yudai feels finally let's him relax his shoulders and into the pillow under him.
you proceed to place more towels all over him, across his neck, shoulders, arms, and bare chest.
for once in the past two grueling days yudai's had to endure alone, he felt okay. the ringing pain in his temples calmed to a dull pressure, his skin that was constantly hot cooled to a comfortable temperature, and most of all his mind finally stopped its endless running.
"thank you."
you kiss his, now slightly less warm, forehead in response.
"I'm sorry you have to spend christmas like this," he continues, his voice small out of fatigue but also guilt.
you sigh, "as long as I'm with you, it's a well spent christmas."
and with that, you wrap the night up, occasionally changing the towels on his body and him slowly drifting off to sleep. after you deem he has sufficiently cooled off, you crawl into bed next to him.
-
the next morning you wake to see your boyfriend sound asleep, crawled up into your side. the blanket is still pulled up over his shoulders, a decision you made last night since it proved quite difficult to put a shirt on a sleeping yudai.
he shuffles under the sheets, somehow getting even closer to you. to your surprise, his body was not radiating nearly as much heat as it was the previous night. you let out a deep breath you didn't even realize you kept.
"how are you feeling, love?"
he mumbles indiscernibly into your shoulder.
you place a soft kiss on his forehead, light enough to ensure you don't disturb his peaceful slumber. rays of light peeking through the curtains painted him in a soft, delicate glow, resembling an angel sleeping in your arms.
you carefully run your fingers through his soft locks, the tips of his brown hair glowing in the morning light.
"do you wanna get breakfast?" your voice low in his ears.
"not yet." the vibrations in his chest feel louder than his actual voice. "it's too nice right now."
despite him still recovering from his fever, he musters up enough energy and initiative to slide his hand under your shirt. his fingertips start by grazing your skin, sending chills up your spine.
"yudai…," you chuckle into his hair, "…what are you doing?"
"nothing…"
his hand crawls up your back, warm but a different kind of warm than last night. rather than being concerned, you let his warmth spread all over you.
"is this really how you want to spend christmas morning, baby?" you nuzzle into his soft locks, breathing in his scent.
"wouldn't want it any other way."
yudai's lips feel like heaven on your skin. he sleepily traces his kisses up your neck, starting from your collarbone and ending under your ear,
"so gorgeous…," he shifts his weight onto you before looking into your eyes, his broad shoulders hovering over you. "thank you for taking care of me."
you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss. "of course baby," you mutter against his lips, "can't have you getting sick now." you nibble on his lower lip. "who am I gonna kiss if you're gone?"
"you make it sound like I was dying last night." he dives back into your neck, leaving soft red marks anywhere he could.
"you might as well were on the brink of death with how much you were sweating and panting." you pull on his hair a little.
"I thought you were used to me being sweaty and panting?"
you ponder in pretend thought for a moment, "I don't quite remember, care to remind me?"
"say no more."
he skillfully slides your shirt over your head and removes his own. "so beautiful…," he mutters before continuing his previous trail down your neck, across your chest, and down your stomach.
"open up, love," he whispers before kissing the supple skin of your inner thigh. his grip on your thighs tighten as he presses them open.
slowly, too slowly, he pulls your shorts down.
"yudai, get on with it," you whine, your mind already far from tame. you dig your fingers into his scalp, trying to pull him closer to your core.
"patience, love. what happened to being worried about my well being?" he blows on your exposed cunt, "looks like that sentiment's completely gone down here."
your pussy is already wet, slicked up from yudai's touch alone.
"try not to pass out while you're at it," you snap back, "or I don't know, overheat and die."
"sure, love," without warning, yudai latches onto your clit.
your body moves before your mind can and your arch off the bed, fingers tugging even harder on his hair.
he takes his time, the pain on his scalp only fueling his desire to draw out every single moan, whine, and whimper from you.
his tongue explores your folds, up and down it traveled. into your hole, twisting and flicking as if he were enjoying an ice cream cone. sucking on your clit over and over again, the sensitive bundle of nerves swollen and in need of release. every time you moaned his name, he'd groan in response, the vibrations sending jolts of electricity through your entire being.
he holds you down, your thighs nearly flat on the bed, leaving you wide open for him to devour.
his tongue works faster into your hole, his plump lips wrap around your clit and every time he sucked, you'd pull him closer. every now and then, his teeth would graze the sensitive flesh, making you arch even further into him.
you needed all of him, and he wouldn't stop until he had swallowed all of you.
when he pulls away, your hips chase after him, the loss of contact making you whimper. he pulls down his sweats just enough for his dick to slip out.
"you look so perfect like this." he runs his hand up your thigh, stopping at the curve of your waist.
you feel his warm tip, poking and prodding at your entrance. yudai drags his members up and down your soaked folds, gathering your slick and his spit. a couple slaps to your clit and you're already whining.
he prolongs it. goes back and forth between your aching hole and your swollen bundle of nerves. he smirks when you claw at his abs.
"patience, love. let me look at you like this a bit longer."
"yudai, I swear if you don't put it in right now-"
the stretch is jarring. he pushes in to the hilt, his entire dick snugly stuffed inside you.
"oh fuck- yudai," your hands haphazardly reach out for him. he takes one of your hands in his and presses and kiss to your fingers.
"yes, love?" he starts grinding into you, pushing his tip against your cervix over and over again.
he chuckles against your hand when your eyebrows furrow and your eyes roll back. his other hand grips your waist tight, pulling out further every thrust, pushing back in even harder than the last. the bed squeaks beneath you, yudai's hand the only thing grounding you while his hips work harder and harder at your core.
the sounds get wetter as his pace quickens, your entire body moving with the strength in his thrusts. he throws his head back, the way your pussy hugged him made his knees weak. your pussy suck him in deeper and deeper and yudai doesn't complain, he just ruts in your faster and harder. he stares at the way your tits bounce with each and every one of his thrusts, the way your thighs are open so deliciously wide for him.
"look at me." his voice half groan half growl. "look at me when I fuck you, love."
you peel your eyes open to see your boyfriend, hair stuck to his forehead, chest shiny from sweat, skin flushed. his glazed eyes scanning your body up and down sends you over the edge. his thrusts feel even deeper, stronger, faster than before. your thighs threaten to clench around him. his continued assault on your pussy doesn't stop, he drops your hand and starts rubbing circles on your clit.
"that's it, cum for me." his thrusts don't stop, his fingers still working tirelessly at your bundle of nerves, "cum all over my dick."
your vision goes white. your hands pull and tug at the bedsheets. your high washes over you like a wave, the heat in your stomach seeming to never end. your thighs are shaking, legs struggling to stay up and around yudai's waist.
does yudai stop? no, he chases after his own high now. pulling your legs over his shoulders, he presses all of his weight onto you, relentlessly fucking you into the mattress. your cum seeps out and only makes the sounds wetter, louder.
"you're so fucking perfect, love."
his thrusts grow stagnant, thighs shaking, before he pushes into you one last time, releasing his load into you. you feel his cum shoot into you, warm against your walls.
"fuck, yudai," you can barely speak, his every movement sending you into a spiral.
"you still there?" he chuckles when you keep your eyes closed, your chest still heaving.
"yes, just, give me a moment," you reassure him, when you finally open your eyes, he's looking at you, holding your palm against his sweaty, clammy cheek. a small smile on his lips as he looks over you like you were a goddess. he squeezes your hand, waking you up from your daze.
"are you sure you're not sick?" you ask him, eyebrow raised.
"no I think I just sweated it all out," he presses a kiss to your forehead, "thanks to you."
chills run up your spine when he slowly pulls out.
"wait here." yudai steps out of the room, leaving you sprawled out on the bed, sufficiently fucked out.
a couple moments later he comes back with a warm washcloth. he wipes away the sweat, cum, and other bodily fluids covering your inner thighs. when he falls into the sheets next to you, he throws one arm over you, pulling you close.
"merry christmas," he whispers into your ears, you could hear the small smile on his lips.
pairing: K of &team (Koga Yudai) x Gender neutral reader
Warnings: none
Genre: Fluff! You place a mistletoe in the entrance of your living room, and your confused boyfriend wonders why you keep kissing him!
The first time you kiss K, it’s almost an accident.
Almost.
He’s in the kitchen, barefoot on cool tile, sleeves rolled up as he stirs something in a pan that smells like warm spices and sugar. He looks unfairly good doing nothing important. Tall frame leaning against the counter, hair falling on his forehead, focus soft but intent. You hover in the doorway pretending to wait for a drink, pretending your heart isn’t tapping against your ribs.
He glances over his shoulder. “You gonna just stand there and judge my cooking, or you coming in?”
You step forward.
Instead of answering, you kiss him.
It’s quick, just a press of your lips to his, more surprise than intention. His body jolts slightly where it’s warm and relaxed a second before, and when you pull back, he’s blinking at you like his brain hit a loading screen.
“…What was that for?” he asks.
You shrug, already stepping past him and into the living room. “No reason.”
He watches you go, wooden spoon paused mid-stir, lips still parted like you stole the rest of the sentence right out of his mouth.
Weird. But… not unwelcome.
A few minutes later, he finishes up, plates something up for later, and pours you both a drink. When he steps from the kitchen into the living room, you’re curled on the couch like nothing happened.
Right as he crosses the doorway—
You lean up and kiss him again.
Longer this time. Warm. Deliberate.
He lets out a startled laugh into your mouth, nearly sloshing the drink in his hand. “Hey!” He pulls back just enough to steady himself. “Okay, now that one I’m questioning.”
You take the glass from him like stealing kisses mid-task is perfectly normal behavior. “Still no reason.”
He squints at you. The cocky part of him wants to tease you for it. The hopelessly soft part of him is still stuck on how carefully you touched his face, like he was something rare.
You sip your drink. He sits beside you. The air hums.
Ten minutes pass.
Then he has to get back up, he forgot the sauce on the stove. Again.
When he comes back through the doorway for the third time, you don’t waste a second.
Another kiss.
This one lingers right at the corner of his mouth. Soft enough to make his breath hitch. Sharp enough to make his thoughts scatter.
He exhales slowly when you pull away. “Okay,” he says, amused now, suspicious in the fondest way. “You’ve kissed me every time I’ve walked through here. Either I’m incredibly irresistible today or—”
You lift a brow.
“...or you’re up to something.”
You say nothing.
He stands there a second longer than necessary, eyes drifting over you, trying to piece it together. Then his gaze shifts upward.
And he sees it.
Small. Neat. Innocent. Mistletoe. Right above the entrance.
His throat goes dry for an entirely different reason. He looks back at you. You’re trying very hard not to look proud.
“…You planned this” he says quietly, a smile cracking on his lips.
You finally smile.
Kei laughs under his breath, feeling his heart melt under the thought. “You’re evil.”
You only tilt your head. “You walked under it three times.”
He steps back into the kitchen without another word.
Counts to two.
Then steps forward again.
This time, you don’t kiss him first.
He sets whatever he was holding down without looking, closes the space between you in two easy steps, and gently cups your face. His touch is warm, careful, like you’re something that could be hurt by too much pressure.
“You could’ve just asked” he murmurs.
You blink up at him. “Asked for what?”
“For permission to steal all my kisses.”
His lips meet yours under the mistletoe, slow, unhurried, like he has all the time in the world and intends to use it on you. His thumb strokes absent circles into your jaw, grounding, reverent, affectionate in the way that makes your heart stumble instead of race.
When he pulls back, his forehead stays pressed gently to yours.
“So” he whispers, “how many times were you planning on trapping me like that?”
You smile. “As many as you’d let me.”
His expression softens instantly.
“Yeah,” he admits, quiet. “As many times as you want, beautiful”
hihi could you possibly write a threesome for nekoz like you did nichomaki 🙏
GASP first nekoz request ?!?!
【 18+ 】 tw ──── threesome, oral sex (m. receiving), implied tummy bulge, pet names (kitten), cum eating
yuma and nicholas are a bunch of soft meanies :((
you're laying flat on your back, knees pressed to your chest as yuma gives you slow and deep strokes while nicho simultaneously thrusts his length into your mouth ♡
imagine how full you feel with two cocks inside you, letting the two boys use you as their slutty princess :( "such a good kitten for us.. isn't she, nicho?" yuma murmurs, watching nicholas's balls brush against your cheek every time he bucks his hips forward into your mouth :3
"she really is.. taking our cock's s' fucking deep—shit!" he hisses, fingers tugging at your hair, his abs flexing at the sensation of your warm tongue swirling over his tip. you whine around his girth as yuma hits every right spot, causing your sucks to become messy and sloppy.
"think we should make her cum?" yuma says, his palm pressing over your stomach to feel how deep he is :(( "y-yeah.. she deserves it."
and BOY is it messy.... yuma pulls out to spill himself on your tummy, while nicho does it down your throat and your own fluids seep onto the sheets below you :3
in which kei, the god of death, pays you an unwelcome visit on all hallows' eve. or - the one where you fuck a grim reaper to avoid hell.
wc: 4k | notes: smut (don't like it? don't read it), some cussing, mentions of violence (reader was hit on the head) and stalking, minors do not interact!
You could never get enough of Halloween; the excessive and often macabre decorations, the trick-or-treating, the horror movie marathons, carving pumpkins, and eating candy corn until you were sick. But what you loved most of all was a stroll through a haunted house.
The local park in your hometown seemed to share your love for the spookiest season of the year and never held back. Its haunted house was notorious in the region for its originality and attention to detail. Inside its walls, you truly felt like you were about to meet your end at the hands of something vicious and evil.
Unfortunately for you, you actually did.
The last thing you remembered was running behind your best friend, there was a loud thump and the undeniable sensation of someone behind you, and in the next second, everything went dark. When you woke, you were completely alone.
You felt light-headed and woozy, and when you sat up, you rubbed your temples. Everything was out of focus and cold, you could feel your body shivering, chilled to the bone. Glancing around, you folded your arms in a poor attempt to warm yourself and called out, "Hello?"
Your voice echoed through the dark, enclosed space. It was similar to the haunted house, so you assumed maybe you were in a back room. Peering down at your costume, you noticed nothing out of the ordinary, but you couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
Suddenly, the room grew even darker and your breaths began to appear before you like smoke, a sign of just how fast the temperature was dropping around you. Unnerved, you jumped to your feet and looked around for something you could use to defend yourself, finding nothing but pieces of hay strewn across the floor and a simple worktable, empty of any tools.
A figure appeared across from you, shrouded in darkness. You narrowed your eyes, trying to see his face, but it wasn't until he'd taken a few steps forward that the faint light caught him.
You almost scoffed. He was a pretty boy dressed in a long trenchcoat and nothing about him screamed danger. Oddly enough, the sight of him made you relax - like your body knew he was a sanctuary.
"Um, hi," you started nervously. "Do you know where we are?"
The man looked around nonchalantly for a moment and said, "Haunted house, I think you call it. You humans are so weird."
Your brows stitched. "Huh?"
"Why would you go into a building meant just to scare you? Aren't you supposed to have survival instincts or something?"
"It's all fake," you told him irritably. Being judged for your love of thrills and horror was nothing new to you. "It's just exciting without any of the actual danger. Don't you know that?"
"Nope." The man acted totally disinterested, but continued to close the distance between you.
"Don't come any closer," you barked at him, once again looking for a weapon. "I'll fight you."
He stopped and sighed loudly.
"Who are you?"
"Kei," he replied. "I'm a grim reaper."
You snorted. "Well, your costume sucks. I thought you were an accountant."
Kei looked down at his clothes and made a face. Then, he surveyed you. "And what are you supposed to be?"
You grabbed your skirt and did a little twirl, and said, "I'm a courtesan. Haven't you seen Moulin Rouge?"
Kei shook his head.
"Okay. This has been fun, but I need to be going now." You waved at the supposed grim reaper and strode past him confidently, marching right to the door at the other end of the room. Just shy of it, Kei appeared before you in the fraction of a second, out of thin air.
You gasped loudly and staggered back. "What the hell?" you exclaimed. "What are you doing?"
Kei said nothing. He just pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to you.
You unfurled the paper airplane and read your name aloud, followed by your date of birth and the day's date - Halloween. "Are you stalking me?" you asked worriedly.
"No, I just found out about you when I was sent that," Kei answered calmly.
"Did my stalker send it to you?"
"You have a stalker?"
You nodded grimly, suddenly feeling very small and like you were being watched. "Yeah. For a few months now."
Something flickered in Kei's eyes then. "Ah. That explains the man running out of here when I arrived."
Your blood ran cold. "The...," your voice trembled. "The man?"
Kei nodded.
You were starting to panic. "What did he do?!"
For the first time, the alleged grim reaper showed some emotion on his handsome face. It looked to be sympathy, but you weren't sure. After a pause, he said quietly, "Hit you pretty hard over the head."
Your eyes went wide.
Kei took a step toward you and sighed. Then, he said your name and whispered, "You're dying."
You felt fine, so this was hard to process. For some reason, you'd completely believed him when he told you you'd been struck, though there was no pain in your head to speak of. Matter of fact, you didn't have any pain at all.
That ache you usually had in your lower back was gone. The tiny bit of sinus pressure between your brows due to the cold weather was gone. The soles of your feet, which had been hurting from your high heels, were also perfectly fine.
Kei could see the gears in your head turning and he pointed to the opposite side of the room, where you'd woken up.
You turned around slowly and cried out in horror.
There you were, seemingly sound asleep, blood on your face and around your head.
"Oh my god," you wailed, rushing over to yourself, which was a very odd experience, but you couldn't really process that either. Facing the grim reaper again, now fully convinced of who he was, you shouted, "Call an ambulance!"
"I can't do that," Kei said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I'm just here to make sure you cross over."
You continued to raise your voice, "I'm not crossing over shit! Absolutely not! It's not my time! I have too many things to do: finish college, travel the world, get married to someone kind, and..."
Kei interrupted, "That's above my paygrade. All I can do is ferry you to hell."
You stopped still and scowled at him. "Hell? What did I do to get sent there?"
"No idea. Also above my paygrade."
You folded your arms, filling with annoyance. "So, let me get this straight - you just show up here, while I'm dying, and you won't help me. You don't know why I'm going to hell, you just transport me there."
Kei bobbed his head. "Correct."
Anger churned in your stomach and you snapped, "You're fucking useless."
Kei exhaled deeply and loudly for the hundredth time, as if he'd heard that before. "And you're dead," he said, but with no cruelty.
"No, I'm not," you told him in defiance, pointing at your body. "I'm still breathing."
"Not for much longer."
Tears stung your eyes. Watching your body slowly shut down was like saying a long goodbye to the love of your life. She was passing on without you, alone and helpless. It was cruel and you refused to accept such a cruel fate when all you'd done was live an honest life.
You planted your feet, straightened your shoulders, and pushed back the tears before stating, "I want to negotiate."
Kei made a noise, almost like a tiny laugh. It caught him off guard; he couldn't remember the last time he'd been amused. Quickly setting his face back into a frown, he countered, "You have nothing to bargain with."
"Oh, yes, I do."
The grim reaper was unmoving as you sauntered up to him, closing the distance. By the dead look in his eyes, this move neither surprised or worried him.
When you pressed up against him, however, his breath hitched loudly.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Fuck, he towered over you. You tipped your head back and peered up at him innocently, though the idea in your head was anything but innocent. He was studying you with furrowed brows now, as if seeing you truly for the first time.
"Are all grim reapers so tall? You're like a tree," you said coolly, running your fingers down the lapel of his coat.
"Again, what the hell do you think you're doing?"
Stuck on the vacant look in his eyes from before, you asked, "Are you a depressed grim reaper?"
Kei surprised you when he snapped, "You keep carrying the dead to hell and see how long you hold onto your joy."
You blinked up at him.
Kei knew right away he shouldn't have volunteered that information, but he couldn't help it. It felt good to finally voice those feelings aloud.
But you were watching him like a hawk, searching for holes in his armor, and he'd just given you one to sink your teeth into.
You watched Kei turn his head, avoiding your gaze, and you didn't hesitate to reach up and cradle his cheek, making him look at you again. Then, you made your bid. "If I make you feel something, you have to save me."
There was a tiny pause. The air was thicker now. Kei stared down at you and said, "I can't."
You tilted your head. "Can't or won't?"
"It's against the rules."
"Ha! So you do have the power to bring me back!"
Kei cursed under his breath.
"Come here," you said, hurrying over to the worktable, turning your back to it, and jumping up with the intention of landing on it. However, you fell right through and landed on the floor with a loud oomph.
Kei rubbed his brow, using his hand to hide his laugh.
You looked at the floor beneath you and back to the grim reaper, and asked, "Did I just pass through a table?"
"You're dead," he said flatly. "You can't sit on a table."
"Then, why am I not sinking through the floor?"
"Your body is on the same floor. It's anchoring you to it."
"Interesting," you murmured to yourself, rubbing your lip. Peering at the grim reaper, trouble-shooting this minor technicality, you asked, "Can you sit on the table?"
Kei looked at you like you had three heads. "Yes."
"Prove it."
Kei took another deep breath and let it out slowly. You were a constant push and pull of entertainment and irritation. For whatever reason, however, the grim reaper obeyed you and dragged his feet over to the table, jumping on top and letting his legs swing back-and-forth briefly.
Before he could react, you leapt into his lap, quickly caging his hips with your knees and held onto his shoulders to get your balance.
"You...!" Kei exclaimed, about to chastise you, but every word in every language left him when he felt your sex on his dick. Despite the clothes in the way, it was suddenly all his brain was capable of comprehending.
"I can't believe you fell for that," you said with a giggle. "Must not require a lot of brain cells to be a grim reaper, huh?"
Kei jostled you in retaliation as if he was going to throw you off and you wrapped your arms around him tightly, refusing to let him unseat you. The two of you grappled briefly like you both knew it wasn't serious.
It was foreplay.
Kei grunted when you shoved his chest, making him hit the wall at his back. You perfectly straddled him, your skirt having ridden up and exposing your thighs. Kei couldn't resist looking down at the stockings attached to garters, following where they led to your warm clothed cunt sitting right on top of his cock.
"Ever had a woman on top of you, grim reaper?" you taunted, roaming your hands over his broad chest, pushing back his trench coat to free his muscly arms.
"No," Kei said, his voice weak. His palms slid up your thighs to your hips, feeling you. "I'm usually on top."
"Of course you are," you snickered, satisfied when his coat slid down his arms and pooled around his waist.
Truth be told, Kei had never met such a shameless woman that didn't hesitate to mount him on a table. In his many years, this was definitely a new experience and it was sparking a vitality in his veins Kei hadn't felt in decades. Warmth was returning to his cheeks, among other places. His cock was getting painfully hard in his pants and he wanted you to take it out, but dared not admit it.
You knew exactly what he wanted by the way he was looking at you and touching you. You wondered if he realized he was licking his lips, salivating over you on top of him.
Kei watched your finger hook in his belt and he bit his lip. You yanked the belt loose and then unfastened the button of his pants. Next, you slowly pulled down his zipper. Kei studied your every move like you were escorting him to his own execution.
He'd have to brush up on the rule book after this night.
You let saliva drip from your tongue and land on his dick, working him in your fist with it. Kei felt himself getting even harder and he slightly bucked into your hand, making you smirk that he was riled up.
Swallowing the lump in your throat, you asked softly, "Can I keep going?"
Kei met your eyes, suddenly marveling the gentleness with which you spoke. The fact you were asking for his consent, when he'd already made clear with his hands on you that he wanted it, made his heart ache. "Keep going... only if you want to."
"I want to," you replied without missing a beat, and Kei said, "I want you to."
At that, you leaned in and kissed him, relief rushing through you when he returned your kiss hotly.
The kiss was scalding, but also tender. You expected desperation but there was none on either of your parts. Kei's hands were firmer on your waist as you deepened the kiss, tasting him, breathing him in until his air and his scent were in your lungs.
Steering his cock to your entrance as you kept kissing him, you tugged your panties to the side and sank down on him, letting him fill you to the brim.
All the air vanished out of Kei's lungs and even though he didn't need oxygen, it still felt like a punch to his chest. Holy fuck, you were tight and warm and wet, and so overwhelming Kei felt he could finish then and there.
"Fucking hell," the grim reaper groaned.
"Or heaven," you smarted with a little laugh, carding your fingers through his hair as you arched your hips.
To your pleasant surprise, the man that had come to take you to your death smiled.
You started to ride him, slow at first until your pace began to build. Kei moved his hips to meet you, trying to match your rhythm and eventually you fucked each other in sync. Though you'd been out to seduce him, you lost yourself to your own pleasure, tipping your head back and moaning when he hit the sweet spot inside you just right.
Kei growled in his throat and whispered, "You're beautiful," when you'd done that. Seeing your face scrunch with ecstasy as you took every inch of his cock stirred something inside him.
You gripped his hair tight and held him close, the grim reaper tracing kisses over your cleavage, his breath warming your skin. Panting after all he'd done for years was sigh sent heat and euphoria through Kei's ice cold veins.
"Don't stop," Kei begged, pinching your hips in his big hands, grunting with your movements.
You kept bouncing on him, letting him fill you deep. "So good," you cried, your noises filling the room where your fate would be decided.
"Take it," Kei said, reaching for your face and grabbing your jaw. Once your eyes locked onto his, he hissed, "It's yours. Take it."
The high had been rising to its peak and once those words left his mouth, you came, grinding yourself on his dick, pulsing and clenching, moaning through the orgasm.
Kei held you securely, wanting to blow his load inside you the moment he watched - and more importantly, felt - your release. Even now, your pussy kept kneading his cock, wanting every drop he had to give.
"The devil probably wanted you for himself," Kei mused, rubbing your hips possessively.
"Wanted me to ride him on his throne?" You laughed, coming back to your senses. Then, you shot your lover for the night a look and said hotly, "This pussy is only for you, baby."
Kei swore and growled, holding you in place as he thrust his cock up to meet you, pounding into your perfect pussy and making a wet slap echo through the room. You whimpered and moaned, which only spurned him on harder, your sex sensitive but still eager for his release.
With a few more strokes, Kei coiled his arms around your waist and finished inside you, sucking in air through his teeth frantically as you kept rolling your hips and milking him for all he was worth.
The two of you slumped into each other, satisfied. Your eyes winched closed and all you could do was feel him, all of him. His cock was still buried inside you, growing soft, and you were in no hurry to leave.
If the situation wasn't so dire, you would be smug at making a grim reaper's eyes roll back into his head.
Kei's hands fell reluctantly from your hips when you clambered off of him, adjusting your clothes. You gave a brief look to your body, still broken and bleeding on the floor, and sighed in defeat.
"Alright, take me to hell, big boy," you said calmly.
Kei, who had just finished tucking his cock back into his pants, jerked his head at you. "What?"
"I gave it my best shot," you said, rubbing your arms. "But it's not lost on me that I just fucked a grim reaper. I'm sure it breaks every law ever made."
Kei just stared at you.
You shrugged dramatically. "I'm fucking destined for hell, aren't I?"
Kei slipped his hands around your face and drew you to him, making you look him in the eye. "If the devil tries to touch you, I will kill him."
A shiver rushed through your body. He sounded like a wild, deadly animal. Your lips parted in surprise. "W-what?"
"Yes, I have to deliver a soul to hell tonight, but thanks to you, I know exactly where I'm going to get one that deserves it."
The tears rushed into your eyes. My stalker, you thought, but couldn't bring yourself to say. Kei seemed to hear your inner voice and he softly nodded.
You watched as Kei made a swift motion with his hand toward your body and you felt catapulted through time and space, air rushing into your lungs painfully.
It was agony and you understandably panicked. You lurched upward and gasped in a breath, coughing and sputtering, hands grasping at your chest. Your head throbbed and you'd never been so relieved to feel the ache. Blood stained your hands and your clothes.
Kei's presence made you calm. You finally looked up at the grim reaper standing over you and choked out, "I'm alive?"
"As you said, so you are," he replied plainly.
You laughed in disbelief.
Kei held out his hand and you took it, surprised to feel the warmth of his palm against yours. You'd half-expected to pass right through him. The grim reaper lifted you to your feet with ease and sweetly tucked some loose hair behind your ear.
"What happens now?" you asked curiously.
"A man reaps what he's sown."
At long last, you let the tears flow down your cheeks and you neither hid them or tried to stop them. The relief was immense and made you feel like you could fly. But there was still a grim reaper before you who now knew how it felt to be inside you.
"Thank you," you told him solemnly. "I'll never take this for granted."
"Me neither," he replied.
The tears came harder now, a faint longing had bloomed inside your chest. "Will I ever see you again?"
Much to your delight, Kei smiled. He stroked his thumb over your cheek, wiping a few of your tears, and promised, "At night, while you dream, I'll come visit."
in which kei, the god of death, pays you an unwelcome visit on all hallows' eve. or - the one where you fuck a grim reaper to avoid hell.
wc: 4k | notes: smut (don't like it? don't read it), some cussing, mentions of violence (reader was hit on the head) and stalking, minors do not interact!
You could never get enough of Halloween; the excessive and often macabre decorations, the trick-or-treating, the horror movie marathons, carving pumpkins, and eating candy corn until you were sick. But what you loved most of all was a stroll through a haunted house.
The local park in your hometown seemed to share your love for the spookiest season of the year and never held back. Its haunted house was notorious in the region for its originality and attention to detail. Inside its walls, you truly felt like you were about to meet your end at the hands of something vicious and evil.
Unfortunately for you, you actually did.
The last thing you remembered was running behind your best friend, there was a loud thump and the undeniable sensation of someone behind you, and in the next second, everything went dark. When you woke, you were completely alone.
You felt light-headed and woozy, and when you sat up, you rubbed your temples. Everything was out of focus and cold, you could feel your body shivering, chilled to the bone. Glancing around, you folded your arms in a poor attempt to warm yourself and called out, "Hello?"
Your voice echoed through the dark, enclosed space. It was similar to the haunted house, so you assumed maybe you were in a back room. Peering down at your costume, you noticed nothing out of the ordinary, but you couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
Suddenly, the room grew even darker and your breaths began to appear before you like smoke, a sign of just how fast the temperature was dropping around you. Unnerved, you jumped to your feet and looked around for something you could use to defend yourself, finding nothing but pieces of hay strewn across the floor and a simple worktable, empty of any tools.
A figure appeared across from you, shrouded in darkness. You narrowed your eyes, trying to see his face, but it wasn't until he'd taken a few steps forward that the faint light caught him.
You almost scoffed. He was a pretty boy dressed in a long trenchcoat and nothing about him screamed danger. Oddly enough, the sight of him made you relax - like your body knew he was a sanctuary.
"Um, hi," you started nervously. "Do you know where we are?"
The man looked around nonchalantly for a moment and said, "Haunted house, I think you call it. You humans are so weird."
Your brows stitched. "Huh?"
"Why would you go into a building meant just to scare you? Aren't you supposed to have survival instincts or something?"
"It's all fake," you told him irritably. Being judged for your love of thrills and horror was nothing new to you. "It's just exciting without any of the actual danger. Don't you know that?"
"Nope." The man acted totally disinterested, but continued to close the distance between you.
"Don't come any closer," you barked at him, once again looking for a weapon. "I'll fight you."
He stopped and sighed loudly.
"Who are you?"
"Kei," he replied. "I'm a grim reaper."
You snorted. "Well, your costume sucks. I thought you were an accountant."
Kei looked down at his clothes and made a face. Then, he surveyed you. "And what are you supposed to be?"
You grabbed your skirt and did a little twirl, and said, "I'm a courtesan. Haven't you seen Moulin Rouge?"
Kei shook his head.
"Okay. This has been fun, but I need to be going now." You waved at the supposed grim reaper and strode past him confidently, marching right to the door at the other end of the room. Just shy of it, Kei appeared before you in the fraction of a second, out of thin air.
You gasped loudly and staggered back. "What the hell?" you exclaimed. "What are you doing?"
Kei said nothing. He just pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to you.
You unfurled the paper airplane and read your name aloud, followed by your date of birth and the day's date - Halloween. "Are you stalking me?" you asked worriedly.
"No, I just found out about you when I was sent that," Kei answered calmly.
"Did my stalker send it to you?"
"You have a stalker?"
You nodded grimly, suddenly feeling very small and like you were being watched. "Yeah. For a few months now."
Something flickered in Kei's eyes then. "Ah. That explains the man running out of here when I arrived."
Your blood ran cold. "The...," your voice trembled. "The man?"
Kei nodded.
You were starting to panic. "What did he do?!"
For the first time, the alleged grim reaper showed some emotion on his handsome face. It looked to be sympathy, but you weren't sure. After a pause, he said quietly, "Hit you pretty hard over the head."
Your eyes went wide.
Kei took a step toward you and sighed. Then, he said your name and whispered, "You're dying."
You felt fine, so this was hard to process. For some reason, you'd completely believed him when he told you you'd been struck, though there was no pain in your head to speak of. Matter of fact, you didn't have any pain at all.
That ache you usually had in your lower back was gone. The tiny bit of sinus pressure between your brows due to the cold weather was gone. The soles of your feet, which had been hurting from your high heels, were also perfectly fine.
Kei could see the gears in your head turning and he pointed to the opposite side of the room, where you'd woken up.
You turned around slowly and cried out in horror.
There you were, seemingly sound asleep, blood on your face and around your head.
"Oh my god," you wailed, rushing over to yourself, which was a very odd experience, but you couldn't really process that either. Facing the grim reaper again, now fully convinced of who he was, you shouted, "Call an ambulance!"
"I can't do that," Kei said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I'm just here to make sure you cross over."
You continued to raise your voice, "I'm not crossing over shit! Absolutely not! It's not my time! I have too many things to do: finish college, travel the world, get married to someone kind, and..."
Kei interrupted, "That's above my paygrade. All I can do is ferry you to hell."
You stopped still and scowled at him. "Hell? What did I do to get sent there?"
"No idea. Also above my paygrade."
You folded your arms, filling with annoyance. "So, let me get this straight - you just show up here, while I'm dying, and you won't help me. You don't know why I'm going to hell, you just transport me there."
Kei bobbed his head. "Correct."
Anger churned in your stomach and you snapped, "You're fucking useless."
Kei exhaled deeply and loudly for the hundredth time, as if he'd heard that before. "And you're dead," he said, but with no cruelty.
"No, I'm not," you told him in defiance, pointing at your body. "I'm still breathing."
"Not for much longer."
Tears stung your eyes. Watching your body slowly shut down was like saying a long goodbye to the love of your life. She was passing on without you, alone and helpless. It was cruel and you refused to accept such a cruel fate when all you'd done was live an honest life.
You planted your feet, straightened your shoulders, and pushed back the tears before stating, "I want to negotiate."
Kei made a noise, almost like a tiny laugh. It caught him off guard; he couldn't remember the last time he'd been amused. Quickly setting his face back into a frown, he countered, "You have nothing to bargain with."
"Oh, yes, I do."
The grim reaper was unmoving as you sauntered up to him, closing the distance. By the dead look in his eyes, this move neither surprised or worried him.
When you pressed up against him, however, his breath hitched loudly.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Fuck, he towered over you. You tipped your head back and peered up at him innocently, though the idea in your head was anything but innocent. He was studying you with furrowed brows now, as if seeing you truly for the first time.
"Are all grim reapers so tall? You're like a tree," you said coolly, running your fingers down the lapel of his coat.
"Again, what the hell do you think you're doing?"
Stuck on the vacant look in his eyes from before, you asked, "Are you a depressed grim reaper?"
Kei surprised you when he snapped, "You keep carrying the dead to hell and see how long you hold onto your joy."
You blinked up at him.
Kei knew right away he shouldn't have volunteered that information, but he couldn't help it. It felt good to finally voice those feelings aloud.
But you were watching him like a hawk, searching for holes in his armor, and he'd just given you one to sink your teeth into.
You watched Kei turn his head, avoiding your gaze, and you didn't hesitate to reach up and cradle his cheek, making him look at you again. Then, you made your bid. "If I make you feel something, you have to save me."
There was a tiny pause. The air was thicker now. Kei stared down at you and said, "I can't."
You tilted your head. "Can't or won't?"
"It's against the rules."
"Ha! So you do have the power to bring me back!"
Kei cursed under his breath.
"Come here," you said, hurrying over to the worktable, turning your back to it, and jumping up with the intention of landing on it. However, you fell right through and landed on the floor with a loud oomph.
Kei rubbed his brow, using his hand to hide his laugh.
You looked at the floor beneath you and back to the grim reaper, and asked, "Did I just pass through a table?"
"You're dead," he said flatly. "You can't sit on a table."
"Then, why am I not sinking through the floor?"
"Your body is on the same floor. It's anchoring you to it."
"Interesting," you murmured to yourself, rubbing your lip. Peering at the grim reaper, trouble-shooting this minor technicality, you asked, "Can you sit on the table?"
Kei looked at you like you had three heads. "Yes."
"Prove it."
Kei took another deep breath and let it out slowly. You were a constant push and pull of entertainment and irritation. For whatever reason, however, the grim reaper obeyed you and dragged his feet over to the table, jumping on top and letting his legs swing back-and-forth briefly.
Before he could react, you leapt into his lap, quickly caging his hips with your knees and held onto his shoulders to get your balance.
"You...!" Kei exclaimed, about to chastise you, but every word in every language left him when he felt your sex on his dick. Despite the clothes in the way, it was suddenly all his brain was capable of comprehending.
"I can't believe you fell for that," you said with a giggle. "Must not require a lot of brain cells to be a grim reaper, huh?"
Kei jostled you in retaliation as if he was going to throw you off and you wrapped your arms around him tightly, refusing to let him unseat you. The two of you grappled briefly like you both knew it wasn't serious.
It was foreplay.
Kei grunted when you shoved his chest, making him hit the wall at his back. You perfectly straddled him, your skirt having ridden up and exposing your thighs. Kei couldn't resist looking down at the stockings attached to garters, following where they led to your warm clothed cunt sitting right on top of his cock.
"Ever had a woman on top of you, grim reaper?" you taunted, roaming your hands over his broad chest, pushing back his trench coat to free his muscly arms.
"No," Kei said, his voice weak. His palms slid up your thighs to your hips, feeling you. "I'm usually on top."
"Of course you are," you snickered, satisfied when his coat slid down his arms and pooled around his waist.
Truth be told, Kei had never met such a shameless woman that didn't hesitate to mount him on a table. In his many years, this was definitely a new experience and it was sparking a vitality in his veins Kei hadn't felt in decades. Warmth was returning to his cheeks, among other places. His cock was getting painfully hard in his pants and he wanted you to take it out, but dared not admit it.
You knew exactly what he wanted by the way he was looking at you and touching you. You wondered if he realized he was licking his lips, salivating over you on top of him.
Kei watched your finger hook in his belt and he bit his lip. You yanked the belt loose and then unfastened the button of his pants. Next, you slowly pulled down his zipper. Kei studied your every move like you were escorting him to his own execution.
He'd have to brush up on the rule book after this night.
You let saliva drip from your tongue and land on his dick, working him in your fist with it. Kei felt himself getting even harder and he slightly bucked into your hand, making you smirk that he was riled up.
Swallowing the lump in your throat, you asked softly, "Can I keep going?"
Kei met your eyes, suddenly marveling the gentleness with which you spoke. The fact you were asking for his consent, when he'd already made clear with his hands on you that he wanted it, made his heart ache. "Keep going... only if you want to."
"I want to," you replied without missing a beat, and Kei said, "I want you to."
At that, you leaned in and kissed him, relief rushing through you when he returned your kiss hotly.
The kiss was scalding, but also tender. You expected desperation but there was none on either of your parts. Kei's hands were firmer on your waist as you deepened the kiss, tasting him, breathing him in until his air and his scent were in your lungs.
Steering his cock to your entrance as you kept kissing him, you tugged your panties to the side and sank down on him, letting him fill you to the brim.
All the air vanished out of Kei's lungs and even though he didn't need oxygen, it still felt like a punch to his chest. Holy fuck, you were tight and warm and wet, and so overwhelming Kei felt he could finish then and there.
"Fucking hell," the grim reaper groaned.
"Or heaven," you smarted with a little laugh, carding your fingers through his hair as you arched your hips.
To your pleasant surprise, the man that had come to take you to your death smiled.
You started to ride him, slow at first until your pace began to build. Kei moved his hips to meet you, trying to match your rhythm and eventually you fucked each other in sync. Though you'd been out to seduce him, you lost yourself to your own pleasure, tipping your head back and moaning when he hit the sweet spot inside you just right.
Kei growled in his throat and whispered, "You're beautiful," when you'd done that. Seeing your face scrunch with ecstasy as you took every inch of his cock stirred something inside him.
You gripped his hair tight and held him close, the grim reaper tracing kisses over your cleavage, his breath warming your skin. Panting after all he'd done for years was sigh sent heat and euphoria through Kei's ice cold veins.
"Don't stop," Kei begged, pinching your hips in his big hands, grunting with your movements.
You kept bouncing on him, letting him fill you deep. "So good," you cried, your noises filling the room where your fate would be decided.
"Take it," Kei said, reaching for your face and grabbing your jaw. Once your eyes locked onto his, he hissed, "It's yours. Take it."
The high had been rising to its peak and once those words left his mouth, you came, grinding yourself on his dick, pulsing and clenching, moaning through the orgasm.
Kei held you securely, wanting to blow his load inside you the moment he watched - and more importantly, felt - your release. Even now, your pussy kept kneading his cock, wanting every drop he had to give.
"The devil probably wanted you for himself," Kei mused, rubbing your hips possessively.
"Wanted me to ride him on his throne?" You laughed, coming back to your senses. Then, you shot your lover for the night a look and said hotly, "This pussy is only for you, baby."
Kei swore and growled, holding you in place as he thrust his cock up to meet you, pounding into your perfect pussy and making a wet slap echo through the room. You whimpered and moaned, which only spurned him on harder, your sex sensitive but still eager for his release.
With a few more strokes, Kei coiled his arms around your waist and finished inside you, sucking in air through his teeth frantically as you kept rolling your hips and milking him for all he was worth.
The two of you slumped into each other, satisfied. Your eyes winched closed and all you could do was feel him, all of him. His cock was still buried inside you, growing soft, and you were in no hurry to leave.
If the situation wasn't so dire, you would be smug at making a grim reaper's eyes roll back into his head.
Kei's hands fell reluctantly from your hips when you clambered off of him, adjusting your clothes. You gave a brief look to your body, still broken and bleeding on the floor, and sighed in defeat.
"Alright, take me to hell, big boy," you said calmly.
Kei, who had just finished tucking his cock back into his pants, jerked his head at you. "What?"
"I gave it my best shot," you said, rubbing your arms. "But it's not lost on me that I just fucked a grim reaper. I'm sure it breaks every law ever made."
Kei just stared at you.
You shrugged dramatically. "I'm fucking destined for hell, aren't I?"
Kei slipped his hands around your face and drew you to him, making you look him in the eye. "If the devil tries to touch you, I will kill him."
A shiver rushed through your body. He sounded like a wild, deadly animal. Your lips parted in surprise. "W-what?"
"Yes, I have to deliver a soul to hell tonight, but thanks to you, I know exactly where I'm going to get one that deserves it."
The tears rushed into your eyes. My stalker, you thought, but couldn't bring yourself to say. Kei seemed to hear your inner voice and he softly nodded.
You watched as Kei made a swift motion with his hand toward your body and you felt catapulted through time and space, air rushing into your lungs painfully.
It was agony and you understandably panicked. You lurched upward and gasped in a breath, coughing and sputtering, hands grasping at your chest. Your head throbbed and you'd never been so relieved to feel the ache. Blood stained your hands and your clothes.
Kei's presence made you calm. You finally looked up at the grim reaper standing over you and choked out, "I'm alive?"
"As you said, so you are," he replied plainly.
You laughed in disbelief.
Kei held out his hand and you took it, surprised to feel the warmth of his palm against yours. You'd half-expected to pass right through him. The grim reaper lifted you to your feet with ease and sweetly tucked some loose hair behind your ear.
"What happens now?" you asked curiously.
"A man reaps what he's sown."
At long last, you let the tears flow down your cheeks and you neither hid them or tried to stop them. The relief was immense and made you feel like you could fly. But there was still a grim reaper before you who now knew how it felt to be inside you.
"Thank you," you told him solemnly. "I'll never take this for granted."
"Me neither," he replied.
The tears came harder now, a faint longing had bloomed inside your chest. "Will I ever see you again?"
Much to your delight, Kei smiled. He stroked his thumb over your cheek, wiping a few of your tears, and promised, "At night, while you dream, I'll come visit."
in which reader gets lost at a halloween party and alpha nicholas can’t help but be drawn to her….
MDNI: this one is nsfl tbh, knot fucking, p in v, unprotected (DONT DO THIS), come eating, some dubious consent bc it’s abo duh, big dick!nicholas, stomach bulge, mating press, biting, mentions of blood
an: this is fanFICTION seriously don’t do anything reader did! i know yall would never be this goofy :) but theoretically if alpha nicholas found me … don’t save me i know where i am
what the fuck.
this is what you get for trying to break away from the group, lost in the woods slightly buzzed, and slowly but surely getting even further away from your friends. you swear you just heard howls as well, dressed as red riding hood. how ironic, you’ll probably get eaten alive by one.
having a halloween party in the woods was supposed to be a little spooky, it certainly wasn’t supposed to trigger your flight or fight. the campfire had long vanished from your field of view and you swore you’d kill your friends for ditching you. your friend and her situationship slipped away with you to explore but at some point they kept making out and you kept walking, in seemingly the opposite direction. this is what you got for being single.
a chill in the air made you wrap your costume cloak tighter, doing little to cover you as your mini dress cut off right under your ass. it felt like you were being watched, although there was no one around you, or any light besides the flashlight from your phone. the hairs on the back of your neck were rising, a chill raising bumps on your skin. there was a faint feeling that while you should be scared you were more excited than anything else. yeah you really must have zero survival instincts. “this is fucking ridiculous.” you muttered towards the ground, watching your step carefully. if you sprained your ankle you really would be fucked.
“you lost?” a deep rumble resounded near your ear, making you whip around, pointing your light in the face of your intruder. nicholas, a friend of a friend, he was ridiculously hot but in a way you stayed away from, as if you’d catch fire. you’d caught him staring at you a few times earlier but you just convinced yourself he wasn’t interested.
“what the fuck? were you following me?” as attractive as he was, you suddenly felt like prey walking into his trap and his nearly growl of a voice didn’t help your fear. nicholas didn’t know how to begin to explain why he could find you so easily, why your scent stained him and practically called for him. even your fear was addictive. as soon as he stepped out of his car he’d been hit by your pheromones, instantly attracted, it also didn’t hurt that you looked like his dream girl.
“uh no, your friends came back but you didn’t.” that part was true, he’d been itching for an excuse to talk to you. you’d been avoiding him all night, maybe he was staring too much, maybe his hunger was clear on his face.
“and you just found me?” suspicion was clear on your face, he could make it out easily, his heightened senses didn’t need to help with that.
“i’m lucky like that.” he cracked a smile and hoped his sharp teeth didn’t frighten you even more. you looked like a scared little bunny he was trying to catch.
“right.” you tucked your hair back, exposing your neck and making it increasingly difficult for him to act cool.
“listen you can stay here or you can follow me back, pretty girl.” the words from his heart shaped lips were a siren call, a simple endearment and you were falling into the palm of his hand. your gut told you to trust him, there was something familiar about him and you didn’t have a better alternative. if he tried to kill you you’d just have to launch your belongings at him and hope it slows him down enough. nicholas could almost feel the thoughts turning in your head.
“lead the way.” and so he did, he didn’t even have to look back to know you were close behind. your scent lingering in the air like a rope tied to him, as he walked the fear bled from the sweetness.
“what happened?” quiet, but in the silence of the forest you could hear him clearly.
“rory and jackson were too busy making out to notice i was gone.” his steps faltered at your words he was doing his best to calm down. otherwise your so called friend would get an earful when you got back.
“yikes, i noticed as soon as you left.”
“really?” even if it was just flirting and he didn’t mean it, the sentiment was sweet. you appreciated how he was trying to make you comfortable, make you feel less like an idiotic all too trusting girl.
“mm hmm, kinda hard not to.” you stepped next to him then, taking in his sharp features and thick lips. he was dangerously handsome and you were falling prey to all his charms.
“what are you supposed to be anyways?” the blazer and muted forest colors weren’t jumping out to you, in fact it seemed almost like a normal outfit if not too old fashioned.
“okay ouch i thought it was obvious. i’m remus lupin from harry potter.”
“wow okay very lowkey.” his lips curl into a smile, canines flashing in the moonlight and you wonder how they’d feel against your lips, your necks, lower. you should learn to control your thoughts.
“you know you were kinda asking to get bitten by a wolf looking like that.” you think you wouldn’t mind being bitten by him, although you know he’s just teasing you on your costume.
“tell me about it.” pulling the cloak tighter, nicholas stepped infinitesimally closer to you, hoping his endless warmth reached you.
“there’s still time,” the glint in his eyes was far more dangerous than anything else you’d seen tonight but you were drawn to him, that and the point of his teeth.
“right you’re a werewolf.” nicholas couldn’t help but laugh at that, this was all practically falling in his lap. the pair of you walked on, he knew there wasn’t much distance left, soon enough you heard the voices of your friends and saw the fire blazing.
“there’s the campfire.” but you didn’t want to go back, you’d enjoyed talking to him more, turning to him fully. he noticed your hesitance, the furrow of your brows and turned towards you with a questioning look. he’d been trying to find any excuse to spend more time with you, if you didn’t want to go then he didn’t either.
“i’m kinda mad.” oh nicholas understood that fully, he’d been fighting his rage since he set off for you. what kind of person abandons their friend in the middle of the woods? his protectiveness was already running rampant but this was just ridiculous for anyone to do.
“fuck em lets chill here.” you end up talking and laughing, sitting against a tree stump and leaning into his side, he’s warm and solid against you. he feels like solid muscle, biceps pressed against and drive you crazy. at some point he drapes his blazer over your exposed legs, you refuse at first.
“won’t you feel cold?” when he turns to you, face inches away you feel your face get hot. maybe his gaze was enough to keep you burning like a furnace. the low lidded gaze he fixes on you is enough to light a fire you imagine.
“i run hot.” that’s not all, nicholas feels like he’s ablaze at his jacket touching you. even if it’s just your lap seeing it on you makes his head swim, his scent against yours is dizzying.
“yeah you do.” the words slip out before you know it and you can’t help but giggle at your idiocy. there’s no shot you can blame it on any alcohol, that’d been burned off the second you got lost. fortunately he smiles along with you, shaking his head like you weren’t stating the obvious.
“careful, i might just bite” he warns you like you want anything else. the gaze he trains on you doesn’t scare you away now, instead it thrills you, challenging you to do something. and you do. before you can overthink it you lean forward and bridge the gap of inches, pressing your lips to his. his lips are just as soft as you imagined, plush and he smiles into the kiss he presses back. your doubt is quickly displaced as he pulls you closer, hand curling around your jaw and the kisses never end, your breath getting shallow. it’s so much more than you expected, it’s heat and passion and you try to remind yourself you just only met tonight. you’ve never wanted someone so badly, a nip at his lips makes him groan and you nearly jump at the sound. the sound illicits a primal hunger in you and you can’t afford to think, only do. you swing your leg across his lap, jacket draped over your lap still, not that it matters because nicholas is about to die feeling your ass press against him. he’s sure you can feel how rock hard he is, he has been for ages. the make out session only gets heavier now, especially with how big he feels between your thighs, if you press down he’ll be right against the gusset of your underwear. his hands wander, gripping at the skin that he can, cupping your breasts and ass and pulling you impossibly closer. he’s stronger than you realized and your hands struggle to grip his biceps. nicholas’s lips can’t help but trail along your neck, where your scent is the strongest and you feel yourself rock your hips at the featherlight touch.
“fuck we have to stop.” he groans out at the feeling, you’re still separated by fabric and he’s nearly ready to come already.
“oh—okay,” you pull back, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.
“no i want to, i like need to, but i might be too much,” pretty fingers brush back the hair creating on your face as you look down at him, his lips are swollen and you’re no better. the excuse is sweet, maybe you think, but you already have leaves sticking to your knees. you’re far past the point of caring.
“are you trying to say your dick is too big?” he laughs at your tone, has a guy said that to you before? this time it might be true as he twitches and you swear you’ll feel it tomorrow.
“fuck no, i’d make it fit anyways, just—“ your breath hitches, he can’t say that and expect you to back down.
“nicholas just fuck me, i’ll tell you to stop if it’s too much okay?” you doubt it would be, you were ready to take him on the forest floor, for fuck’s sake. his eyes glaze over at the challenge—at your bratty tone—he can’t back down either. before you can blink you’re on your back, your head cushioned by his forearm, your hair mingling with the crunchy fall leaves, that all doesn’t matter, your view is distracting enough. nicholas leans over you, pressing a kiss down as your thighs spread to accommodate him further, as he pushes into your space, the fabric of his pants all too thick for you.
“off…please.” you remember your manners at some point as you try not to lose your mind, his grin stretches and he can’t help but give in. to be fair he’s waited his whole life for you.
“pretty girl, so impatient.” the teasing makes your eyes prick with need, he unbuttons his pants enough to slip through, pulling back to drag your panties off. you’re practically kicking them off. “fuckkk i wanna see you but it’s too risky.” his vision is better than yours and everyone else’s, that much he knows, but the very notion someone else might see you is a risk he can’t take.
“n—next time.” your breath catches in your throat as his tip presses against you, decidedly uncovered not that you care by this point, it’s just… way bigger than you imagined. wide and leaking and you don’t even know how big he actually is because it’s hard to see. all you know is that it’s gonna hurt to walk tomorrow. nicholas nearly sees stars as he presses against your soaking tiny hole.
“is that right?” teasing—even now—and you can’t remember what you said, your mouth is watering. the small intrusion of him against you is making you clench on nothing, practically dripping by now.
“nicho.” the way you say his nickname, unknowingly and filled with desperation and that bratty tone that’s making him insane has him pushing into you, your body jolts and arches into him. a stretch like you’ve never experienced and a thick vein scrapes along your clit, making your eyes roll back in your head. a silent cry leaves your pretty lips and he swallows the pain, deft fingers rubbing at your swollen clit to ease himself in. “s’too—fuck—big”
“you can take it.” you can, you have to, you feel like you’ll die if you don’t. as painful as it is, it feels right you’re not gonna back down now, you want all of him. and god he really hopes you don’t give up because you feel like silk, choking him and driving him crazy with every small clench around his head.
“more.” it’s all he needs to hear to slowly shove into you, your walls are resisting but he’s patient, coaxing you into submission, the pain fading as your body adjusts, well does its best to adjust. his cock spears through you, knocking against your cervix and your stomach bulges to accommodate him, he can see it.
when you finally breathe normally and nod against the crook of his neck he pulls back and slams back into you, thick balls slapping against your cunt. the air is knocked out of your lungs from every squelch and shove, it’s like he’s molding you to him every thrust, your body still unused to him. and by this point you’re not even sure you can think straight, babbling and crying from pleasure, his cock rutting into you haphazardly, but yet it feels so good. every vein, every kiss of his tip along your walls, drives you further into insanity. you’re dripping onto him, coating his balls and the base of him with a sick ring of filth. not that he minds, nicholas isn’t even sure he’s on this planet, you’re taking him like you’re made for him, clawing at his shoulders and his mouth waters to claim you.
you come around him embarrassingly fast, and he can’t help but snicker at your spasming frame. no one’s fucked you like this, that much is clear. but he doesn’t slow down, he fucks your orgasm through you, making you thrash and shake as you gush onto him. he’s close too but he’ll never come before you do…twice.
that’s how you’re coming again, this time your knees are over his shoulders, tits pushed up for him to nip at as he grinds down into you, overstimulating and mind numbing pleasure wracks your body.
the thick balls that press against you are unmoving and you’re starting to wonder if he’s truly different from every other man, are they so thick they don’t bounce? what you don’t know is that nicholas is fighting every primal fiber in his body not to shove his engorged knot into you.
“wh—what is that?” nicholas is too pussy drunk to answer, you’re clenching around him as he finally gives up, coming inside you and flooding your insides. there’s so much cum it’s spilling out of your cunt and you whine as he pulls out, dripping out of you. nicholas sees the mess you’re making and he doesn’t hesitate to clean it up. your legs stay over his shoulders as he slips down your chest, lapping at your hole and making you flinch from the stimulation. you’re still coming down from your orgasm when you feels his thick tongue dive into you and suck all of your mixed come out. it’s filthy and needy and you’re starting to fall in love. he’s quite literally cleaning you out and you’re moaning at the way his tongue flicks against your clit. ever since your makeout he’s been able to smell your sweet scent and he needed to have a taste. when it’s just you gushing onto his tongue, he’s in heaven.
“taste so sweet,” and when his nose bumps against you and you hear him moan from your taste, you come again. his tongue is relentless, slurping and sucking all you give and tears stream down your face. your makeup must be irreconcilable. nicholas kisses your cunt once more before his lips find yours, letting you taste yourself. the swirl of his saliva with your spend is addictive and when you can feel him still hard between your legs you shove at his hips, back to how you began. this time you can take him yourself, sinking down on him slowly.
his hands grab at your waist, pulling your chest flush against his where he lays and his teeth scrape against your collarbone, your neck, leaving small bites along your skin. you ride him slowly, the new position makes him feel even deeper and his hand drifts to the bulge under your skin, pushing against it and making your walls clench tighter. “doing so good baby,” he sounds wrecked, a growl of a compliment spurs you on. as your confidence grows your hips slam up and down more, his bites getting reckless, his knot knocking against your cunt like a tease. “fuckkk i’m close.” nicholas doesn’t know how much more he can take, your pussy keeps dripping onto his knot, teasing it and trying to fit him without knowing. the scrapes of teeth turn into laps of his tongue and groans of frustration, you know what he wants, somehow, you know. you also know that the thick bulge in his cock would feel amazing inside you, your cunt struggling to take it.
“bite me big boy.” as if a spell is broken, nicholas snaps.
“fuckkkk” his knot shoves into you as he clamps down, making you scream in pleasure. a flood of euphoria makes your brain fracture, the pain you should be feeling is replaced by giddiness. and then you’re filled with the overwhelming urge to bite him back and make him yours. so you give in, you mirror his action, biting his own neck. nicholas growls into you, pulling back and lapping at the bite, twisting his hips to throw you onto your back, his knot is stuck, pumping you full of cum. you might get pregnant but you don’t care, you feel like you just took drugs and ran a marathon at once, pure joy thrumming through your veins. nicholas can’t understand why you knew to bite him back but he’s wearing a matching dopey grin as you when you pull back from his neck, kissing at your blood stained lips. his knot deflates not long after, having served its purpose, and when he pulls out you wince at the flood of come gushing down. at least the forest floor is dealing with it.
he pulls you into his arms, so you don’t have to lie on said floor and kisses the crown of your head. you’re both catching your breath and coming back to reality. whatever happens between you two wasn’t just a casual hook up, that much you knew.
“should’ve taken you out first, are you free tomorrow?” nicholas is doing this all wrong, ideally he’d be a gentleman and walk you through his…lifestyle. but you’re already his mate whether you know it or not.
“hmm ‘won’t be able to walk, how about the day after?” you mumble into his chest, you could stay in his arms forever. the comforting scent of his skin soothes your nerves, there’s no doubt in your mind you’ll both be together.
“i could visit you,” nicholas probably deserves the shove at his chest. you can feel him still half hard under you and you’re part scared and excited by how insatiable he is.
“i’ll never stop being sore.” it’s not a bad problem to have, especially when he’s looking down at you like you hung the stars.
“you’ll get used to it, angel.”
an: this one was so nasty i’m sorry but also back to life cb!! i just had to finish this in time and i will be back to edit it :D
warnings: threesome, smoker nicho, f and m receiving oral, praise, dirty talk, cursing, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms.
in which your best friend ditches you at a party and you make friends with two random guys.
from the moment you walked into the party, you wanted to leave.
your best friend had forced you to come despite you really not wanting to. she had a crush on the host of the party—maki, and being the good friend that you were, you agreed to go.
but now, walking into the house and being greeted with the loud rumbling of music and the compactness of sweaty bodies pushed together, dancing in the confined space made you immediately want to walk back out and go home.
“okay, tell me if you see him,” your best friend, jen, said.
“how am i supposed to see literally anyone?” you asked grumpily. “there’s like a million people here.”
“well, he stands out because he’s tall and blonde and gorgeous,” jen explained.
you rolled your eyes, following her through the crowd of people to get to the kitchen.
the kitchen was slightly less crowded, actually giving you room to breathe.
“shit,” jen said suddenly. “there he is.”
across the room was maki with a red cup in his hand, talking to two other guys that you didn’t recognize.
“so, are you gonna go over there?” you asked her.
“oh my god, are you crazy?” she responded. “no, i’m not gonna go over there. he’ll come to me.”
“how can you be so sure?” you asked.
“well…” she trailed off. “okay, i didn’t think this far ahead. maybe you can go over there.”
“me?” you scoffed. “why the fuck would i go over there?”
“just to get their attention or something!” jen exclaimed. “like, drop something on the floor or something, i don’t know.”
you returned your gaze to the three men across the kitchen, who were now laughing about something, but you and jen were too far away to hear what it was about.
“okay,” you said with a sigh. “i’ll spill a drink or something.”
“perfect,” jen said.
you huffed, then made your way over to initiate your plan.
you poured a red cup up to the top with water, figuring it would be easier to clean than alcohol. you glanced over at them once again to ensure they were close enough now to notice if you spilled something.
you glanced over at jen, too, who shot you a thumbs up.
you then brought the cup up to your lips, and when you went to set it back down, you knocked it over, making it look like an accident to the best of your ability.
“shit,” you said to yourself.
the ruckus was enough to capture the attention of the guys, just like you’d hoped.
you grabbed a paper towel, attempting to clean up the water you’d spilt all over the place, a little more dramatic than you’d intended.
“hey hey, let me get it,” a voice suddenly said.
you turned around, and one of the guys—a tall brunette—was suddenly grabbing a handful of paper towels and cleaning your mess for you.
“oh, thank you,” you said, surprised.
you weren’t expecting that outcome.
you glanced over at jen, who frowned at you. you shrugged back before refocusing your attention on the man.
“this is cleaning really easily,” he said. “is this just water?”
“uh, yeah,” you answered, slightly embarrassed.
he crumpled up the damp paper towels.
“i don’t drink either,” he said. “i’m k, by the way.”
“i’m y/n,” you said.
standing right beside you, you were a lot more intimidated by this k guy. he was so much taller than you, and incredibly handsome, too.
“are you here alone?” he asked.
“oh, no,” you said, motioning to jen. “i’m here with my friend, jen. what about you?”
“my buddy, maki, is hosting the party,” k explained. “come, i’ll introduce you.”
k was walking back to his friends, then, so you knew now was the time to get jen back in the picture.
you ferociously motioned her over, and she was quickly at your side again, walking with you over to k, maki, and another guy who was still unknown to you.
“guys, this is y/n and jen,” k said. “and this is—”
“jen!” maki suddenly exclaimed, pulling jen into a hug. “i’m so glad you could make it. when did you get here? i’ve been looking for you.”
you side eyed jen, both excited for her and irritated with her for making you pull that stunt when it seemed like she could’ve just walked right up to maki. you hadn’t realized they already knew each other seemingly well.
“oh, i couldn’t find you,” jen replied, giggling to herself.
“come on, i wanna play a round of beer pong with you!” maki said.
and like that, he was dragging jen into the other room and they were gone.
“as i was saying,” k continued. “y/n, this is nicholas.”
if you thought k was intimidating, well nicholas far worse. he had dark eyes, dark hair and an aura about him that made you want to shrink down and not utter a word to him. still, he was quite good looking as well.
“nice to meet you,” you uttered out.
“you too,” nicholas said.
he offered you a smile that made him a little less intimidating. but even then, standing between both of them, you were nervous.
“so, this party is crazy, huh,” you said awkwardly.
you kind of had to hang around them now that jen had ditched you, so you were trying to find something to talk about.
“it is,” nicholas replied. “this is probably our biggest one yet.”
“do you guys live here?” you asked, looking between them.
“i do,” nicholas confirmed. “k lives a few streets down.”
“yeah, it’s a bit overwhelming in here,” k said with a chuckle. “i was thinking of stepping outside for a minute.”
“yeah, i need a smoke anyway,” nicholas said, then turned to you. “you’re welcome to come with, if you want.”
you couldn’t exactly turn it down even if you wanted to. you didn’t want to be awkwardly standing in the kitchen by yourself.
so, you ended up in the backyard with them, where it was much cooler outside and more empty than the busy house.
nicholas leaned against the wall, balancing his cigarette between his lips. he brought his lighter up to his mouth, cupping his hands around it to make sure the flame didn’t go out.
you wrapped your arms around yourself, cold now that you were outside. it was the middle of fall. the days were still somewhat warm, but once the sun was down, it got quite cold.
“are you cold?” k asked you.
he was already shrugging out of his jacket before you could even answer.
“a little,” you responded, blushing when he placed his oversized jacket over your shoulders like a blanket. “thank you.”
you weren’t sure whether the glare nicholas sent k was actually a glare, or just his resting face. either way, intimidation.
you felt for your phone in your pocket, wondering if jen had texted you, only to realize that you didn’t have it on you.
“shoot,” you said. “i think i left my phone inside. i’ll be right back.”
the guys nodded, and you found your way back into the crowded house.
“dude,” nicholas said to k once you were gone. “what are you doing?”
“standing here watching you have a cigarette?” k replied, confused.
nicholas rolled his eyes.
“no, with y/n,” he clarified. “giving her your jacket? what’s up with that?”
“she was cold,” k defended. “and she’s cute, so why not try and have some fun with her tonight?”
“because i wanted her,” nicholas informed.
“and i was supposed to know that?” k asked. “plus, i talked to her first.”
“so? you practically ran over to her as soon as she spilled her drink,” nicholas argued. “you didn’t give me much of a chance.”
“well, sorry, dude,” k said with a shrug, meaning that he wasn’t all that sorry. “we can’t both have her.”
nicholas went to argue back, but k’s words resonated in his head. we can’t both have her.
“maybe we can.”
before either of them could say anything else, you were making your way back over to them, still bundled up in k’s jacket.
“god, there are so many people in there,” you said.
nicholas dropped his cigarette on the ground, stomping on it to put it out.
“well, we can all go to my room if you want,” he offered. “it’ll be quieter.”
k gave nicholas a strange look, but you were quick to answer.
“sure,” you said, as you were eager to get out of the cold and away from all the people inside.
the three of you made your way back in. you followed nicholas up a couple of flights of stairs to his room, which was on the top floor of the apartment.
he opened the door for you and k, and you both followed him in. he then closed the door behind him.
the party was almost silent from all the way up in nicholas’ bedroom. the floor vibrated ever so slightly from the bass of the music, but that was the only sign that there was a party going on just a few flights of stairs below.
“it’s nice up here,” you said. you slid out of k’s jacket, handing it back to him. “thank you for that.”
“of course,” he said, setting his jacket to the side. “it looked good on you.”
you blushed, ready to respond, but nicholas beat you to it.
“not as good as that dress looks on you,” he said.
you blushed harder, somehow. you could just feel it in your face, the heat and embarrassment. you could feel it in your entire body, for that matter.
“wow, thank you,” you said, shyly wrapping your arms around yourself.
“don’t hide,” k scolded with a reassuring laugh. “you’re really pretty.”
“thank you,” you said again, gulping. “you guys, too. not pretty, but…”
you trailed off, unsure of what word to use to describe them.
“but what?” nicholas asked, suddenly taking a step closer to you.
k was stood by your side, looking down at you. when you looked up at him, you suddenly felt that he was just as intimidating as nicholas. his gaze was heavy on you, and although it made you nervous, it also excited you. it sent heat straight down to your stomach and below.
“hot,” you said, voice coming out in just barely a whisper.
“what was that?” k asked, his hand reaching out to cup your jaw, tilting your head up to him.
you felt like the breath was taken straight out of your lungs. his hand on your face was so unexpected from him, but you loved it.
“hot,” you repeated, firmer this time.
he was leaning in then, and before you knew it, his lips were on yours. it was heated from the start, his hands cupping your jaw and sliding into your hair, lips firm and warm on yours.
he was kissing you so hotly and passionately that you nearly forgot about nicholas standing right there, just watching.
you and k pulled apart, and you nervously glanced over at nicholas, suddenly feeling very awkward about the fact that he’d just watched you kiss one of his best friends.
“wow,” he said with a dry laugh. “kissing her in my bedroom. maybe i should just go then, huh.”
“no,” you said before you could realize what you were saying.
you didn’t know why you said it. you didn’t know why you didn’t want him to leave. although you just kissed k, a weird part of you also wanted to kiss nicholas. you wanted both of them, which has never happened to you before.
“no?” nicholas said, inching closer towards you. “you want me to stay then?”
“yeah,” you answered, nodding shyly. “stay.”
his hands slid around your waist and he pulled you flush against his body before kissing you. his body was firm and hard against yours, and already you wanted to feel him. you wanted to trace your fingers down his bare abdomen and feel the muscles under your fingertip.
his kiss was rougher, messier than k’s. he didn’t wait long to slide his tongue into your mouth, messily exchanging saliva with you.
“let’s go on the bed,” he mumbled against your lips.
the three of you made your way to nicholas’ bed in the middle of the room. you fell into the middle, with the guys on either side of you.
k kissed you again, his hand resting on your stomach. slowly, he inched his hand under the fabric of your shirt, feeling your bare skin, which was growing hotter by the second.
meanwhile, nicholas, rested his hand on your thigh, pulling it apart to spread your legs.
you didn’t know what was going on. it seemed like both of them wanted you. and you knew that you wanted both of them. you were ready to go as far as they wanted.
nicholas suddenly brushed his had over your clothed cunt, causing you to gasp into k’s mouth, your body tensing up.
“hey, it’s okay,” k cooed, bringing a hand down to caress your face. “we just want you to feel good, right?”
“mhm,” nicholas hummed, slowly circling his fingers on your covered clit. “does that feel good?”
“mmm,” you moaned, squeezing the bottom of k’s shirt between your fingers. “yeah…fuck.”
“would it feel better if i…” he trailed off, slipping his hand beneath your underwear, his cold fingers rubbing you with no clothing in the way. “did this?”
you whimpered, opening your legs wider for him to have more access. his slim fingers rubbed your clit in circles for a few rounds before sliding lower, teasing your entrance.
“feels so—fuck—good,” you cried out.
nicholas hummed in contentment, slowly sliding his fingers inside your wet, needy hole. you gasped, clenching around him in surprise at the intrusion.
so distracted by nicholas fingering you, you hadn’t even realized k had slipped his hand under your shirt until he was tugging your bra down and circling one of your nipples with the tip of his finger.
they’d only just started and you were already feeling overstimulated. and at the same time, you needed more. you felt so greedy, but you needed it.
“please,” you whispered pathetically.
“please what, baby?” k asked you, eyes flickering from your breast to your face. “what do you need?”
“need more,” you told him.
k paused for a moment, then looked over at nicholas.
“take her underwear off,” he said dominantly.
nicholas obliged while k sat you up just enough to get your dress over your head and onto the floor. he quickly unhooked your bra, and finally you were left completely naked in front of them, while they were both still clothed.
“a-are you gonna get undressed, too?” you wondered shyly, looking between the two of them.
nicholas glanced over at k, almost like for permission. k nodded, and at the same time, they began undressing themselves.
while they were ridding themselves of their clothing, you asked, “have you guys done this before?”
“what, had a threesome?” k asked, sliding out of his jeans.
“yeah,” you said, slightly nervous for their answers.
“no,” k replied. “have you?”
“no,” you answered.
you both looked over at nicholas, who was about to slide out of his boxers. he struggled to meet either of your eyes.
“dude,” k said. “when?”
“it was last year,” nicholas muttered. “ej and i had this friend and—”
“figures,” k replied, laughing when nicholas elbowed him in embarrassment.
once the three of you were equally fully naked, k’s lips were back on yours and nicholas was between your legs, his face inches away from your dripping cunt.
“fuck,” he mumbled, keeping your thighs held back with his hands. “such a pretty little cunt.”
you tugged on k’s hair. since your eyes were closed kissing him, you didn’t know how close was nicholas was. so, when he suddenly licked a stripe up your pussy, you couldn’t help but yelp in surprise, pulling back from the kiss.
“oh my god,” you moaned, looking down at nicholas, his face buried against you.
k titled your head up to expose your neck, and then planted his lips firmly against your sensitive skin. he sucked on the skin, then soothed the bruises over with the tip of his tongue, and you shivered from how much it was turning you on, your nipples hardening in the cool air of nicho’s bedroom.
“so sweet,” nicholas suddenly said, pulling away from your cunt. “you should taste her.”
k happily obliged, switching places with nicholas. he lay on his stomach between your legs, delving into your pussy to get a taste for himself. his mouth was hot against your cunt, his tongue wet and slippery and sliding all over your folds and up to your clit.
“oh my god,” he muttered into your pussy. “how do you taste this good? fuck.”
you blushed at the praise, your thighs threatening to close around k’s head. he planted his hands firmly on your shaky thighs, holding them tightly in his grasp so as not to close around his head, keeping them open for him to devour you.
nicholas watched for a few minutes, kneeling on his knees and slowly dragging his closed fist around his long length. he watched the way k ate you out with such expertise, a perfection at everything he did. and that literally meant everything.
you reached out for nicho’s cock, subtly pushing his hand away and replacing it with your own. he leaned back on his palms, watching your hand glide back and forth, spreading his precum around his length.
“fuck,” he grunted, eyes somehow even darker than normal.
you could feel his length twitch and convulse in your hand. you never would’ve expected him to be so sensitive.
meanwhile, k was edging you closer and closer to your finish. his tongue was firm as it stroked up and down your slit, and he drank your arousal like it was water quenching his thirst. he could barely even think about catching his breath, too caught up in the taste of you and making you feel good.
“fuck, wait,” you huffed, trying to push on k’s head. “i’m so close, stop—”
k didn’t even think about stopping.
he glanced up at you through his eyelashes, pressing his mouth to your clit and suckling on the swollen bud until the knot in your stomach unraveled.
your entire body tensed and you let out a choked out cry. you couldn’t even focus on jerking nicholas off anymore, let alone anything else, as your orgasm was hitting you far too hard.
k ate you out through the waves of pleasure crashing down on you, and nicholas soothingly stroked your hair while your body shook.
“oh my god,” you said once it was finally over.
k regretfully pulled back from your cunt, lips shiny with your cum. he pressed his body to yours and kissed you, making you taste yourself on his mouth.
he hiked your leg up so it was wrapped around his waist, and he shamelessly began grinding his long, hard length against your folds, soaking his cock in your wetness.
“dude,” nicholas intervened. “do you want me to just sit here and watch or something?”
k, with a huff, forced himself off of you, sitting to your side so nicholas could come back into the picture.
“god,” nicholas said, planting his knees on either side of you. “he just wants you all to himself.”
“can you blame me?” k asked, dragging his fingers up and down your stomach, then up to your chest.
“no,” nicholas muttered.
he was staring down at you like he didn’t quite know what to do with you. his eyes scanned your body up and down, slowly taking all of you in.
“can i fuck you?” he asked, stroking your thigh like he was trying to warm you up to the idea.
you certainly didn’t need to be convinced, though. the way he was looking at you, touching you, and the way his long cock was dripping pre cum, practically begging to be inside you, was all enough for you to want him.
“yes,” you said in a whisper, spreading your legs a little more to welcome him.
nicholas sighed in relief, the idea that his straining cock would be enveloped in the warmth of your cunt soon made it all okay.
he stroked himself for a minute, then lined his tip with your hole. you braced yourself for the stretch, clenching your eyes shut and gripping the bedsheets, and then it came.
nicholas pushed his hips forward, each inch of his length slowly entering you.
“hey, it’s okay,” k cooed, brushing his hand over your cheek. he planted a kiss on your lips. “just breathe. you’re doing so good.”
“you’re so fuckin’ hot,” nicholas uttered out, while you looked up at him with big, teary eyes.
“‘so big,” you whimpered.
“i know, sweet girl,” nicholas said. “but you can do it. you can take all of me. it’s almost all the way in.”
you let out a big sigh and allowed him to keep going until he was all the way in. once he was bottomed out, you immediately felt like you needed him to move, to start thrusting.
he started slow, achingly slow. he pulled out halfway, then slid back in, which called for a long, drawn out moan from the both of you.
he felt so good inside you, filling you up and hitting all your most sensitive spots, and you felt so good wrapped around him, tight and wet and warm.
his thrusts eventually began to quicken. his hips crashed into yours, his cock slapping against your cunt and you couldn’t help but moan every single time it did. you couldn’t shut yourself up.
your head lolled over to k, who was sitting there watching, entranced. entranced in your moans and the way your tits bounced from nicholas’ hard and fast pace, and the way your body just responded to how he wanted you, like you were just a rag doll to be thrown around.
suddenly, k decided he wanted to get more involved. he scooted closer to the end of the bed where nicholas was. you reached out for him with a pout, not wanting him to leave your side.
“don’t worry, baby,” he said. “i’m right here.”
he kissed the side of your leg, then brought his fingers down to your clit. you gasped at the electric feeling of his fingers rubbing the puffy bud while nicholas continued his pace.
“ohh, fuck,” nicholas groaned, looking down at the sight before him. k rubbing you and you twitching and convulsing from the pleasure. “this is so fucking good, oh my god. i could cum already.”
all you could was cry and moan and curse because all your other speaking functions had failed you. you were too far gone.
“m-me too,” you managed to say.
“yeah? gonna cum?” nicholas asked, tugging you even closer by your hips. “gonna cream all over my cock for me?”
“mmmm, yes, nicholas!” you yelped, legs locking around his waist.
with the combination of his thrusts and k massaging your clit, you braced for an intense orgasm. you practically screamed again as it hit you, your mind going blank and your body numb.
you could feel the heat wash over you, the feeling like you were cumming in two different places at once. you didn’t care that you were screaming, that tears were running down your face from the intensity, that you were shaking all over. you couldn’t stop it even if you tried.
“holy fuck,” nicholas said, suddenly feeling like he was going to dump his load inside you. “you’re so dirty, fuck. i’m gonna cum so hard.”
immediately following you, nicholas came next. he pulled out at the last possible second, splattering his giant, sticky load over your folds, your clit, and your lower stomach. he’d barely just made it.
he shuddered, fucking into his fist until he slowly came down.
he collapsed by your side, but k gave you no time to recover.
“oh, look at you,” he said with a fake pout, lightly tapping your cheek. “so sleepy now, aren’t you? you just wanna sleep now, huh. don’t even want me to fuck you.”
“no,” you said, quickly shaking your head. “i want you to fuck me, too. please, i need it.”
“oh, you need it?” he asked, stroking himself now. “i don’t think you need it. you just got it from nicho.”
“but…i want yours!” you exclaimed, staring up at him with worry, the fear that he wouldn’t give you his cock.
“such a greedy girl,” he said, gripping your waist.
he suddenly positioned you on your stomach, manhandling you like it was nothing. you were appreciate because your limbs were so wobbly that you weren’t sure you’ve been able to flip over yourself.
on your stomach, you looked over at nicholas. he looked exhausted, too, but you looked down and realized he was stroking himself. somehow, he was still hard and still had it in him to again.
without even having to say anything, he could tell what you wanted, what you were thinking. he moved to sit in front of you, you between his legs, so you could take his cock in your mouth.
you started with licking his tip, getting a taste of his leftover cum that was drying on your stomach still.
meanwhile, k lifted your hips up, just enough to give access to your dripping, quivering hole. his mouth watered at the sight, and be was in awe by how wet it looked, how it was glistening in the dim lighting of nicholas’ bedroom and shiny with cum and arousal.
“you ready for me, baby?” he asked.
you turned your head to the side so you could see him behind you. he looked so good, you wished you could see him better.
“please,” you said. “need you to fill me up.”
k didn’t have to hear any more. he immediately slid in, and rather than taking his time like nicholas had, he bottomed out immediately.
“fuck,” he said softly, getting adjusted to you. “you’re so warm, baby. so tight and warm for me.”
you moaned as you wrapped your lips around nicholas’s tip, which was a dark pink at that point from being so sensitive. he was so sensitive, in fact, that just your lips on his made him twitch, and slightly higher pitched moans trickled from his mouth.
“fuck, i can’t,” he said, sliding his fingers into your hair. “‘m so sensitive, but it feels so good.”
you wrapped your fist around the base of his cock, taking him as deep as you could go in your mouth, which had his eyes rolling back into his head.
k squeezed your hips, delivering deep and hard thrusts to you. they were slow enough that you could feel every inch of his long length, every ridge and vein, but fast enough that it was stimulating, and you were seeing stars already.
“fuck, k!” you yelped, taking nicholas out of your mouth and resting your head on his thigh. “i love it.”
“awh, you love it?” k said, slightly condescending. “you’re so fucked out, baby. you think you can cum again? i wanna feel it.”
you craned your neck and looked back at him, watching him fuck you for a minute. he looked unreal, his chest and face glistening with sweat, his hair falling into his face. his jaw was slightly agape, like he was in awe of how good it felt to be thrusting in and out of your wet pussy.
“yes,” you told him, squeezing around his cock. “please, i wanna cum again. i need it.”
k hummed, speeding up. he pushed on your back, getting you to arch, and in that position, you could feel him hit the spongey spot in the deepest part of your cunt, a spot that left you trembling.
“fuck! right there, right there!” you yelled. “don’t stop, oh my god!”
k dug his nails into your hips and continued relentlessly pounding your pussy, hitting that same spot over and over until you had no choice but to cum.
you hid your face on nicholas’s thigh, grasping his cock in your hand as you started cumming. you moaned loudly, pathetically, brokenly.
“fuck, that’s it,” nicholas cooed.
he used one hand to pat your head, soothing you through the intensity of your orgasm, and with his other hand, he placed it in top of yours on his dick, guiding it up and down.
“shit, y/n,” k said, slowing down. “you’re so fucking wet i can barely stay in without slipping.”
you felt like you could’ve passed out at any second, but you didn’t want to stop. you don’t know what came over you, but you just wanted to keep going with both of them.
you sat up and readjusted yourself so you were still laying between nicho’s legs, but with your back pressed to his chest. he wrapped his arms around your waist, and you spread your legs, ready for k to enter again.
“fuck,” he mumbled at the sight, immediately lining himself up against and sliding back in.
you leaned your head back against nicholas’s firm chest, now able to actually watch k as he fucked you.
his thrusts were consistent and his cock was like a piston in the way it went in and out.
nicholas began rubbing your clit slowly, causing your legs to shake controllably. you could feel his cock rub against your back, the tip sticky with precum.
“you look so good like this,” k said, almost panting by then. “wanna fuck you forever, you feel so good.”
“‘m close again,” you said shyly, your voice strained and exhausted.
“fuckkk, cum again for me,” k urged, speeding up just a little more to get himself there. “i’m so close, baby, just need you to cum all over me. can you do that?”
you choked out a sob. his thrusts and nicholas’s fingertips lazily circling your throbbing clit brought you there for the nth time that night.
“yes!” you yelped, spreading your legs as wide as they could go. “i’m cumming!”
your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your back sweaty and pressed firmly against nicholas’s front.
“good girl,” nicholas purred, holding you close to him as you twitched and shook on top of him.
“fuck, i’m cumming,” k said, pulling out of you at the last second much like nicholas had.
he came on your worn, puffy folds, with some spurts going as far as your stomach and your tits. you were still so far gone, still feeling the shockwaves of your orgasm, that you almost didn’t notice nicholas cumming behind you, just from the feeling of rutting his cock against your back. you could feel the warm ropes of his cum on your back, though.
k fell off to the side and nicholas released his hold on you, leaving you in the middle between them.
the three of you stared at the ceiling, sweaty and exhausted, and struggled to catch your breaths. you were struggling to even keep your eyes open at that point.
“you okay?” k asked first, sitting up and checking you for any potential injuries.
“i’m okay,” you assured, laughing quite nervously.
you were nervous about what happened next. you just had your first ever threesome and didn’t quite know how to act.
“i guess we should…go back down?” nicholas suggested, also seeing just as confused as you about what to do.
“uh, yeah i guess,” k said.
the three of you began cleaning yourselves off and getting dressed quietly. you could hardly stand up straight, legs shaking like you were a baby deer taking its first steps.
“she can hardly walk,” nicholas pointed out once you were all dressed.
“i can walk,” you tried to insist, but you nearly collapsed. k had to grab your arm to keep you from falling.
“just hold onto me, yeah?” he said, which left you no choice but to agree.
the three of your left nicholas’s room and made your way back down to the main floor where the party was. it had cleared out quite a bit since the last time you were down there, which left you wondering how long you’d been upstairs.
you were worried that jen might’ve left, until…
“y/n!”
you turned and saw her stomping over to you and the guys.
“where the hell have you been? it’s been hours!” she said.
“oh, has it?” you responded, sheepishly passing glances between k and nicholas. “we were just…playing a game upstairs.”
“a game?” jen questioned, utterly confused. “what game?”
“uhhh,” you trailed off, searching your tired brain for an answer.
“twister,” nicholas said.
“twister,” jen repeated, raising a suspicious eyebrow.
“yeah,” k joined. “and she hurt her leg, so if you see it shaking, that’s why.”
“yeah,” you added.
jen just stared at you blankly for a moment. then, “okay…well c’mon. let’s play a round of beer pong! you can bring your new boyfriends, too.”
she started back towards the living room.
you, k, and nicholas exchanged a knowing smirk before following jen into the living room to rejoin the party.
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( a/n) rare aesthetic: getting pounded by k and nicholas while a party happens downstairs 💖
also i think this is my longest smut like this was a whole novel
warnings: threesome, smoker nicho, f and m receiving oral, praise, dirty talk, cursing, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms.
in which your best friend ditches you at a party and you make friends with two random guys.
from the moment you walked into the party, you wanted to leave.
your best friend had forced you to come despite you really not wanting to. she had a crush on the host of the party—maki, and being the good friend that you were, you agreed to go.
but now, walking into the house and being greeted with the loud rumbling of music and the compactness of sweaty bodies pushed together, dancing in the confined space made you immediately want to walk back out and go home.
“okay, tell me if you see him,” your best friend, jen, said.
“how am i supposed to see literally anyone?” you asked grumpily. “there’s like a million people here.”
“well, he stands out because he’s tall and blonde and gorgeous,” jen explained.
you rolled your eyes, following her through the crowd of people to get to the kitchen.
the kitchen was slightly less crowded, actually giving you room to breathe.
“shit,” jen said suddenly. “there he is.”
across the room was maki with a red cup in his hand, talking to two other guys that you didn’t recognize.
“so, are you gonna go over there?” you asked her.
“oh my god, are you crazy?” she responded. “no, i’m not gonna go over there. he’ll come to me.”
“how can you be so sure?” you asked.
“well…” she trailed off. “okay, i didn’t think this far ahead. maybe you can go over there.”
“me?” you scoffed. “why the fuck would i go over there?”
“just to get their attention or something!” jen exclaimed. “like, drop something on the floor or something, i don’t know.”
you returned your gaze to the three men across the kitchen, who were now laughing about something, but you and jen were too far away to hear what it was about.
“okay,” you said with a sigh. “i’ll spill a drink or something.”
“perfect,” jen said.
you huffed, then made your way over to initiate your plan.
you poured a red cup up to the top with water, figuring it would be easier to clean than alcohol. you glanced over at them once again to ensure they were close enough now to notice if you spilled something.
you glanced over at jen, too, who shot you a thumbs up.
you then brought the cup up to your lips, and when you went to set it back down, you knocked it over, making it look like an accident to the best of your ability.
“shit,” you said to yourself.
the ruckus was enough to capture the attention of the guys, just like you’d hoped.
you grabbed a paper towel, attempting to clean up the water you’d spilt all over the place, a little more dramatic than you’d intended.
“hey hey, let me get it,” a voice suddenly said.
you turned around, and one of the guys—a tall brunette—was suddenly grabbing a handful of paper towels and cleaning your mess for you.
“oh, thank you,” you said, surprised.
you weren’t expecting that outcome.
you glanced over at jen, who frowned at you. you shrugged back before refocusing your attention on the man.
“this is cleaning really easily,” he said. “is this just water?”
“uh, yeah,” you answered, slightly embarrassed.
he crumpled up the damp paper towels.
“i don’t drink either,” he said. “i’m k, by the way.”
“i’m y/n,” you said.
standing right beside you, you were a lot more intimidated by this k guy. he was so much taller than you, and incredibly handsome, too.
“are you here alone?” he asked.
“oh, no,” you said, motioning to jen. “i’m here with my friend, jen. what about you?”
“my buddy, maki, is hosting the party,” k explained. “come, i’ll introduce you.”
k was walking back to his friends, then, so you knew now was the time to get jen back in the picture.
you ferociously motioned her over, and she was quickly at your side again, walking with you over to k, maki, and another guy who was still unknown to you.
“guys, this is y/n and jen,” k said. “and this is—”
“jen!” maki suddenly exclaimed, pulling jen into a hug. “i’m so glad you could make it. when did you get here? i’ve been looking for you.”
you side eyed jen, both excited for her and irritated with her for making you pull that stunt when it seemed like she could’ve just walked right up to maki. you hadn’t realized they already knew each other seemingly well.
“oh, i couldn’t find you,” jen replied, giggling to herself.
“come on, i wanna play a round of beer pong with you!” maki said.
and like that, he was dragging jen into the other room and they were gone.
“as i was saying,” k continued. “y/n, this is nicholas.”
if you thought k was intimidating, well nicholas far worse. he had dark eyes, dark hair and an aura about him that made you want to shrink down and not utter a word to him. still, he was quite good looking as well.
“nice to meet you,” you uttered out.
“you too,” nicholas said.
he offered you a smile that made him a little less intimidating. but even then, standing between both of them, you were nervous.
“so, this party is crazy, huh,” you said awkwardly.
you kind of had to hang around them now that jen had ditched you, so you were trying to find something to talk about.
“it is,” nicholas replied. “this is probably our biggest one yet.”
“do you guys live here?” you asked, looking between them.
“i do,” nicholas confirmed. “k lives a few streets down.”
“yeah, it’s a bit overwhelming in here,” k said with a chuckle. “i was thinking of stepping outside for a minute.”
“yeah, i need a smoke anyway,” nicholas said, then turned to you. “you’re welcome to come with, if you want.”
you couldn’t exactly turn it down even if you wanted to. you didn’t want to be awkwardly standing in the kitchen by yourself.
so, you ended up in the backyard with them, where it was much cooler outside and more empty than the busy house.
nicholas leaned against the wall, balancing his cigarette between his lips. he brought his lighter up to his mouth, cupping his hands around it to make sure the flame didn’t go out.
you wrapped your arms around yourself, cold now that you were outside. it was the middle of fall. the days were still somewhat warm, but once the sun was down, it got quite cold.
“are you cold?” k asked you.
he was already shrugging out of his jacket before you could even answer.
“a little,” you responded, blushing when he placed his oversized jacket over your shoulders like a blanket. “thank you.”
you weren’t sure whether the glare nicholas sent k was actually a glare, or just his resting face. either way, intimidation.
you felt for your phone in your pocket, wondering if jen had texted you, only to realize that you didn’t have it on you.
“shoot,” you said. “i think i left my phone inside. i’ll be right back.”
the guys nodded, and you found your way back into the crowded house.
“dude,” nicholas said to k once you were gone. “what are you doing?”
“standing here watching you have a cigarette?” k replied, confused.
nicholas rolled his eyes.
“no, with y/n,” he clarified. “giving her your jacket? what’s up with that?”
“she was cold,” k defended. “and she’s cute, so why not try and have some fun with her tonight?”
“because i wanted her,” nicholas informed.
“and i was supposed to know that?” k asked. “plus, i talked to her first.”
“so? you practically ran over to her as soon as she spilled her drink,” nicholas argued. “you didn’t give me much of a chance.”
“well, sorry, dude,” k said with a shrug, meaning that he wasn’t all that sorry. “we can’t both have her.”
nicholas went to argue back, but k’s words resonated in his head. we can’t both have her.
“maybe we can.”
before either of them could say anything else, you were making your way back over to them, still bundled up in k’s jacket.
“god, there are so many people in there,” you said.
nicholas dropped his cigarette on the ground, stomping on it to put it out.
“well, we can all go to my room if you want,” he offered. “it’ll be quieter.”
k gave nicholas a strange look, but you were quick to answer.
“sure,” you said, as you were eager to get out of the cold and away from all the people inside.
the three of you made your way back in. you followed nicholas up a couple of flights of stairs to his room, which was on the top floor of the apartment.
he opened the door for you and k, and you both followed him in. he then closed the door behind him.
the party was almost silent from all the way up in nicholas’ bedroom. the floor vibrated ever so slightly from the bass of the music, but that was the only sign that there was a party going on just a few flights of stairs below.
“it’s nice up here,” you said. you slid out of k’s jacket, handing it back to him. “thank you for that.”
“of course,” he said, setting his jacket to the side. “it looked good on you.”
you blushed, ready to respond, but nicholas beat you to it.
“not as good as that dress looks on you,” he said.
you blushed harder, somehow. you could just feel it in your face, the heat and embarrassment. you could feel it in your entire body, for that matter.
“wow, thank you,” you said, shyly wrapping your arms around yourself.
“don’t hide,” k scolded with a reassuring laugh. “you’re really pretty.”
“thank you,” you said again, gulping. “you guys, too. not pretty, but…”
you trailed off, unsure of what word to use to describe them.
“but what?” nicholas asked, suddenly taking a step closer to you.
k was stood by your side, looking down at you. when you looked up at him, you suddenly felt that he was just as intimidating as nicholas. his gaze was heavy on you, and although it made you nervous, it also excited you. it sent heat straight down to your stomach and below.
“hot,” you said, voice coming out in just barely a whisper.
“what was that?” k asked, his hand reaching out to cup your jaw, tilting your head up to him.
you felt like the breath was taken straight out of your lungs. his hand on your face was so unexpected from him, but you loved it.
“hot,” you repeated, firmer this time.
he was leaning in then, and before you knew it, his lips were on yours. it was heated from the start, his hands cupping your jaw and sliding into your hair, lips firm and warm on yours.
he was kissing you so hotly and passionately that you nearly forgot about nicholas standing right there, just watching.
you and k pulled apart, and you nervously glanced over at nicholas, suddenly feeling very awkward about the fact that he’d just watched you kiss one of his best friends.
“wow,” he said with a dry laugh. “kissing her in my bedroom. maybe i should just go then, huh.”
“no,” you said before you could realize what you were saying.
you didn’t know why you said it. you didn’t know why you didn’t want him to leave. although you just kissed k, a weird part of you also wanted to kiss nicholas. you wanted both of them, which has never happened to you before.
“no?” nicholas said, inching closer towards you. “you want me to stay then?”
“yeah,” you answered, nodding shyly. “stay.”
his hands slid around your waist and he pulled you flush against his body before kissing you. his body was firm and hard against yours, and already you wanted to feel him. you wanted to trace your fingers down his bare abdomen and feel the muscles under your fingertip.
his kiss was rougher, messier than k’s. he didn’t wait long to slide his tongue into your mouth, messily exchanging saliva with you.
“let’s go on the bed,” he mumbled against your lips.
the three of you made your way to nicholas’ bed in the middle of the room. you fell into the middle, with the guys on either side of you.
k kissed you again, his hand resting on your stomach. slowly, he inched his hand under the fabric of your shirt, feeling your bare skin, which was growing hotter by the second.
meanwhile, nicholas, rested his hand on your thigh, pulling it apart to spread your legs.
you didn’t know what was going on. it seemed like both of them wanted you. and you knew that you wanted both of them. you were ready to go as far as they wanted.
nicholas suddenly brushed his had over your clothed cunt, causing you to gasp into k’s mouth, your body tensing up.
“hey, it’s okay,” k cooed, bringing a hand down to caress your face. “we just want you to feel good, right?”
“mhm,” nicholas hummed, slowly circling his fingers on your covered clit. “does that feel good?”
“mmm,” you moaned, squeezing the bottom of k’s shirt between your fingers. “yeah…fuck.”
“would it feel better if i…” he trailed off, slipping his hand beneath your underwear, his cold fingers rubbing you with no clothing in the way. “did this?”
you whimpered, opening your legs wider for him to have more access. his slim fingers rubbed your clit in circles for a few rounds before sliding lower, teasing your entrance.
“feels so—fuck—good,” you cried out.
nicholas hummed in contentment, slowly sliding his fingers inside your wet, needy hole. you gasped, clenching around him in surprise at the intrusion.
so distracted by nicholas fingering you, you hadn’t even realized k had slipped his hand under your shirt until he was tugging your bra down and circling one of your nipples with the tip of his finger.
they’d only just started and you were already feeling overstimulated. and at the same time, you needed more. you felt so greedy, but you needed it.
“please,” you whispered pathetically.
“please what, baby?” k asked you, eyes flickering from your breast to your face. “what do you need?”
“need more,” you told him.
k paused for a moment, then looked over at nicholas.
“take her underwear off,” he said dominantly.
nicholas obliged while k sat you up just enough to get your dress over your head and onto the floor. he quickly unhooked your bra, and finally you were left completely naked in front of them, while they were both still clothed.
“a-are you gonna get undressed, too?” you wondered shyly, looking between the two of them.
nicholas glanced over at k, almost like for permission. k nodded, and at the same time, they began undressing themselves.
while they were ridding themselves of their clothing, you asked, “have you guys done this before?”
“what, had a threesome?” k asked, sliding out of his jeans.
“yeah,” you said, slightly nervous for their answers.
“no,” k replied. “have you?”
“no,” you answered.
you both looked over at nicholas, who was about to slide out of his boxers. he struggled to meet either of your eyes.
“dude,” k said. “when?”
“it was last year,” nicholas muttered. “ej and i had this friend and—”
“figures,” k replied, laughing when nicholas elbowed him in embarrassment.
once the three of you were equally fully naked, k’s lips were back on yours and nicholas was between your legs, his face inches away from your dripping cunt.
“fuck,” he mumbled, keeping your thighs held back with his hands. “such a pretty little cunt.”
you tugged on k’s hair. since your eyes were closed kissing him, you didn’t know how close was nicholas was. so, when he suddenly licked a stripe up your pussy, you couldn’t help but yelp in surprise, pulling back from the kiss.
“oh my god,” you moaned, looking down at nicholas, his face buried against you.
k titled your head up to expose your neck, and then planted his lips firmly against your sensitive skin. he sucked on the skin, then soothed the bruises over with the tip of his tongue, and you shivered from how much it was turning you on, your nipples hardening in the cool air of nicho’s bedroom.
“so sweet,” nicholas suddenly said, pulling away from your cunt. “you should taste her.”
k happily obliged, switching places with nicholas. he lay on his stomach between your legs, delving into your pussy to get a taste for himself. his mouth was hot against your cunt, his tongue wet and slippery and sliding all over your folds and up to your clit.
“oh my god,” he muttered into your pussy. “how do you taste this good? fuck.”
you blushed at the praise, your thighs threatening to close around k’s head. he planted his hands firmly on your shaky thighs, holding them tightly in his grasp so as not to close around his head, keeping them open for him to devour you.
nicholas watched for a few minutes, kneeling on his knees and slowly dragging his closed fist around his long length. he watched the way k ate you out with such expertise, a perfection at everything he did. and that literally meant everything.
you reached out for nicho’s cock, subtly pushing his hand away and replacing it with your own. he leaned back on his palms, watching your hand glide back and forth, spreading his precum around his length.
“fuck,” he grunted, eyes somehow even darker than normal.
you could feel his length twitch and convulse in your hand. you never would’ve expected him to be so sensitive.
meanwhile, k was edging you closer and closer to your finish. his tongue was firm as it stroked up and down your slit, and he drank your arousal like it was water quenching his thirst. he could barely even think about catching his breath, too caught up in the taste of you and making you feel good.
“fuck, wait,” you huffed, trying to push on k’s head. “i’m so close, stop—”
k didn’t even think about stopping.
he glanced up at you through his eyelashes, pressing his mouth to your clit and suckling on the swollen bud until the knot in your stomach unraveled.
your entire body tensed and you let out a choked out cry. you couldn’t even focus on jerking nicholas off anymore, let alone anything else, as your orgasm was hitting you far too hard.
k ate you out through the waves of pleasure crashing down on you, and nicholas soothingly stroked your hair while your body shook.
“oh my god,” you said once it was finally over.
k regretfully pulled back from your cunt, lips shiny with your cum. he pressed his body to yours and kissed you, making you taste yourself on his mouth.
he hiked your leg up so it was wrapped around his waist, and he shamelessly began grinding his long, hard length against your folds, soaking his cock in your wetness.
“dude,” nicholas intervened. “do you want me to just sit here and watch or something?”
k, with a huff, forced himself off of you, sitting to your side so nicholas could come back into the picture.
“god,” nicholas said, planting his knees on either side of you. “he just wants you all to himself.”
“can you blame me?” k asked, dragging his fingers up and down your stomach, then up to your chest.
“no,” nicholas muttered.
he was staring down at you like he didn’t quite know what to do with you. his eyes scanned your body up and down, slowly taking all of you in.
“can i fuck you?” he asked, stroking your thigh like he was trying to warm you up to the idea.
you certainly didn’t need to be convinced, though. the way he was looking at you, touching you, and the way his long cock was dripping pre cum, practically begging to be inside you, was all enough for you to want him.
“yes,” you said in a whisper, spreading your legs a little more to welcome him.
nicholas sighed in relief, the idea that his straining cock would be enveloped in the warmth of your cunt soon made it all okay.
he stroked himself for a minute, then lined his tip with your hole. you braced yourself for the stretch, clenching your eyes shut and gripping the bedsheets, and then it came.
nicholas pushed his hips forward, each inch of his length slowly entering you.
“hey, it’s okay,” k cooed, brushing his hand over your cheek. he planted a kiss on your lips. “just breathe. you’re doing so good.”
“you’re so fuckin’ hot,” nicholas uttered out, while you looked up at him with big, teary eyes.
“‘so big,” you whimpered.
“i know, sweet girl,” nicholas said. “but you can do it. you can take all of me. it’s almost all the way in.”
you let out a big sigh and allowed him to keep going until he was all the way in. once he was bottomed out, you immediately felt like you needed him to move, to start thrusting.
he started slow, achingly slow. he pulled out halfway, then slid back in, which called for a long, drawn out moan from the both of you.
he felt so good inside you, filling you up and hitting all your most sensitive spots, and you felt so good wrapped around him, tight and wet and warm.
his thrusts eventually began to quicken. his hips crashed into yours, his cock slapping against your cunt and you couldn’t help but moan every single time it did. you couldn’t shut yourself up.
your head lolled over to k, who was sitting there watching, entranced. entranced in your moans and the way your tits bounced from nicholas’ hard and fast pace, and the way your body just responded to how he wanted you, like you were just a rag doll to be thrown around.
suddenly, k decided he wanted to get more involved. he scooted closer to the end of the bed where nicholas was. you reached out for him with a pout, not wanting him to leave your side.
“don’t worry, baby,” he said. “i’m right here.”
he kissed the side of your leg, then brought his fingers down to your clit. you gasped at the electric feeling of his fingers rubbing the puffy bud while nicholas continued his pace.
“ohh, fuck,” nicholas groaned, looking down at the sight before him. k rubbing you and you twitching and convulsing from the pleasure. “this is so fucking good, oh my god. i could cum already.”
all you could was cry and moan and curse because all your other speaking functions had failed you. you were too far gone.
“m-me too,” you managed to say.
“yeah? gonna cum?” nicholas asked, tugging you even closer by your hips. “gonna cream all over my cock for me?”
“mmmm, yes, nicholas!” you yelped, legs locking around his waist.
with the combination of his thrusts and k massaging your clit, you braced for an intense orgasm. you practically screamed again as it hit you, your mind going blank and your body numb.
you could feel the heat wash over you, the feeling like you were cumming in two different places at once. you didn’t care that you were screaming, that tears were running down your face from the intensity, that you were shaking all over. you couldn’t stop it even if you tried.
“holy fuck,” nicholas said, suddenly feeling like he was going to dump his load inside you. “you’re so dirty, fuck. i’m gonna cum so hard.”
immediately following you, nicholas came next. he pulled out at the last possible second, splattering his giant, sticky load over your folds, your clit, and your lower stomach. he’d barely just made it.
he shuddered, fucking into his fist until he slowly came down.
he collapsed by your side, but k gave you no time to recover.
“oh, look at you,” he said with a fake pout, lightly tapping your cheek. “so sleepy now, aren’t you? you just wanna sleep now, huh. don’t even want me to fuck you.”
“no,” you said, quickly shaking your head. “i want you to fuck me, too. please, i need it.”
“oh, you need it?” he asked, stroking himself now. “i don’t think you need it. you just got it from nicho.”
“but…i want yours!” you exclaimed, staring up at him with worry, the fear that he wouldn’t give you his cock.
“such a greedy girl,” he said, gripping your waist.
he suddenly positioned you on your stomach, manhandling you like it was nothing. you were appreciate because your limbs were so wobbly that you weren’t sure you’ve been able to flip over yourself.
on your stomach, you looked over at nicholas. he looked exhausted, too, but you looked down and realized he was stroking himself. somehow, he was still hard and still had it in him to again.
without even having to say anything, he could tell what you wanted, what you were thinking. he moved to sit in front of you, you between his legs, so you could take his cock in your mouth.
you started with licking his tip, getting a taste of his leftover cum that was drying on your stomach still.
meanwhile, k lifted your hips up, just enough to give access to your dripping, quivering hole. his mouth watered at the sight, and be was in awe by how wet it looked, how it was glistening in the dim lighting of nicholas’ bedroom and shiny with cum and arousal.
“you ready for me, baby?” he asked.
you turned your head to the side so you could see him behind you. he looked so good, you wished you could see him better.
“please,” you said. “need you to fill me up.”
k didn’t have to hear any more. he immediately slid in, and rather than taking his time like nicholas had, he bottomed out immediately.
“fuck,” he said softly, getting adjusted to you. “you’re so warm, baby. so tight and warm for me.”
you moaned as you wrapped your lips around nicholas’s tip, which was a dark pink at that point from being so sensitive. he was so sensitive, in fact, that just your lips on his made him twitch, and slightly higher pitched moans trickled from his mouth.
“fuck, i can’t,” he said, sliding his fingers into your hair. “‘m so sensitive, but it feels so good.”
you wrapped your fist around the base of his cock, taking him as deep as you could go in your mouth, which had his eyes rolling back into his head.
k squeezed your hips, delivering deep and hard thrusts to you. they were slow enough that you could feel every inch of his long length, every ridge and vein, but fast enough that it was stimulating, and you were seeing stars already.
“fuck, k!” you yelped, taking nicholas out of your mouth and resting your head on his thigh. “i love it.”
“awh, you love it?” k said, slightly condescending. “you’re so fucked out, baby. you think you can cum again? i wanna feel it.”
you craned your neck and looked back at him, watching him fuck you for a minute. he looked unreal, his chest and face glistening with sweat, his hair falling into his face. his jaw was slightly agape, like he was in awe of how good it felt to be thrusting in and out of your wet pussy.
“yes,” you told him, squeezing around his cock. “please, i wanna cum again. i need it.”
k hummed, speeding up. he pushed on your back, getting you to arch, and in that position, you could feel him hit the spongey spot in the deepest part of your cunt, a spot that left you trembling.
“fuck! right there, right there!” you yelled. “don’t stop, oh my god!”
k dug his nails into your hips and continued relentlessly pounding your pussy, hitting that same spot over and over until you had no choice but to cum.
you hid your face on nicholas’s thigh, grasping his cock in your hand as you started cumming. you moaned loudly, pathetically, brokenly.
“fuck, that’s it,” nicholas cooed.
he used one hand to pat your head, soothing you through the intensity of your orgasm, and with his other hand, he placed it in top of yours on his dick, guiding it up and down.
“shit, y/n,” k said, slowing down. “you’re so fucking wet i can barely stay in without slipping.”
you felt like you could’ve passed out at any second, but you didn’t want to stop. you don’t know what came over you, but you just wanted to keep going with both of them.
you sat up and readjusted yourself so you were still laying between nicho’s legs, but with your back pressed to his chest. he wrapped his arms around your waist, and you spread your legs, ready for k to enter again.
“fuck,” he mumbled at the sight, immediately lining himself up against and sliding back in.
you leaned your head back against nicholas’s firm chest, now able to actually watch k as he fucked you.
his thrusts were consistent and his cock was like a piston in the way it went in and out.
nicholas began rubbing your clit slowly, causing your legs to shake controllably. you could feel his cock rub against your back, the tip sticky with precum.
“you look so good like this,” k said, almost panting by then. “wanna fuck you forever, you feel so good.”
“‘m close again,” you said shyly, your voice strained and exhausted.
“fuckkk, cum again for me,” k urged, speeding up just a little more to get himself there. “i’m so close, baby, just need you to cum all over me. can you do that?”
you choked out a sob. his thrusts and nicholas’s fingertips lazily circling your throbbing clit brought you there for the nth time that night.
“yes!” you yelped, spreading your legs as wide as they could go. “i’m cumming!”
your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your back sweaty and pressed firmly against nicholas’s front.
“good girl,” nicholas purred, holding you close to him as you twitched and shook on top of him.
“fuck, i’m cumming,” k said, pulling out of you at the last second much like nicholas had.
he came on your worn, puffy folds, with some spurts going as far as your stomach and your tits. you were still so far gone, still feeling the shockwaves of your orgasm, that you almost didn’t notice nicholas cumming behind you, just from the feeling of rutting his cock against your back. you could feel the warm ropes of his cum on your back, though.
k fell off to the side and nicholas released his hold on you, leaving you in the middle between them.
the three of you stared at the ceiling, sweaty and exhausted, and struggled to catch your breaths. you were struggling to even keep your eyes open at that point.
“you okay?” k asked first, sitting up and checking you for any potential injuries.
“i’m okay,” you assured, laughing quite nervously.
you were nervous about what happened next. you just had your first ever threesome and didn’t quite know how to act.
“i guess we should…go back down?” nicholas suggested, also seeing just as confused as you about what to do.
“uh, yeah i guess,” k said.
the three of you began cleaning yourselves off and getting dressed quietly. you could hardly stand up straight, legs shaking like you were a baby deer taking its first steps.
“she can hardly walk,” nicholas pointed out once you were all dressed.
“i can walk,” you tried to insist, but you nearly collapsed. k had to grab your arm to keep you from falling.
“just hold onto me, yeah?” he said, which left you no choice but to agree.
the three of your left nicholas’s room and made your way back down to the main floor where the party was. it had cleared out quite a bit since the last time you were down there, which left you wondering how long you’d been upstairs.
you were worried that jen might’ve left, until…
“y/n!”
you turned and saw her stomping over to you and the guys.
“where the hell have you been? it’s been hours!” she said.
“oh, has it?” you responded, sheepishly passing glances between k and nicholas. “we were just…playing a game upstairs.”
“a game?” jen questioned, utterly confused. “what game?”
“uhhh,” you trailed off, searching your tired brain for an answer.
“twister,” nicholas said.
“twister,” jen repeated, raising a suspicious eyebrow.
“yeah,” k joined. “and she hurt her leg, so if you see it shaking, that’s why.”
“yeah,” you added.
jen just stared at you blankly for a moment. then, “okay…well c’mon. let’s play a round of beer pong! you can bring your new boyfriends, too.”
she started back towards the living room.
you, k, and nicholas exchanged a knowing smirk before following jen into the living room to rejoin the party.
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( a/n) rare aesthetic: getting pounded by k and nicholas while a party happens downstairs 💖
also i think this is my longest smut like this was a whole novel
pairing: badboy!nicholas x afab!reader
genre: college!au, strangers to lovers, downbad!nicholas, smut (mdni)
synopsis: you knew of him and his reputation, your friends always sharing the new gossip surrounding the campus bad boy. he had no idea who you were, not until you caught his attention at a party and changed his world.
warnings: explicit sexual content, mentions of drugs, alcohol consumption, p in v, unprotected sex (dont), oral (f recieving), pussy drunk nicholas, pantie sniffing, creampie, possessiveness
disclaimers: a bit of a slow start... purely fictional!! all parties are consenting!! not proofread!! mentions of other idols as side characters - purely fictional personalities !(jungwon from enhypen, sakura from le sserafim, &team members)
word count: 8.8k
requested? yes
"I heard that he can't even use the bathroom in his dorm because it's full of plants!" Jungwon whispered to you and Sakura as you sat at your usual spot in the campus cafe.
"Well, that's just impractical." Sakura scoffed, rolling her eyes at the new gossip Jungwon was feeding you both. Your eyes flicked between the two of them as you held your coffee to your lips.
"I don't think a drug dealer cares about things like that," Jungwon replied before taking a sip of his own drink.
"I'd disagree." You finally spoke, contributing to the conversation, "Practicality would be extremely important. Making sure you are making enough product for your client base without ruining the quality, while also making sure you don't get caught. Plus numerous other things."
Sakura and Jungwon stared at you, Jungwon choking on his drink as he tried not to laugh before speaking, "Y/N, are you secretly a drug dealer?"
"Yeah, what the hell!" Sakura interjected, "You never engage in our conversations about Nicholas, but the mention of how drug dealers operate makes you contribute?"
You shrugged, putting your coffee down on the table, "It was the only part of the conversation that interested me. Hearing about Nicholas all the time is boring."
"You didn't deny being a drug dealer!" Jungwon gasped, pointing at you dramatically.
"Jungwon, we spend almost every waking moment together, we live together. I think you would know if I were a drug dealer." You laughed, shaking your head at the younger boy.
"I don't know what you do when I'm asleep." He mumbled, sending you a sideways glance as he took another sip of his drink.
"Y/N's way too tame to be a drug dealer, Wonnie." Sakura stated matter-of-factly. "She doesn't even come to campus parties! She'd need to be there if she wanted to make bank as a dealer."
"I just don't see the point in going." You sighed, looking between your friends. "I drink with you guys, don't I?"
"Yeah! And you're so much fun when we drink together!" Jungwon exclaimed, drink landing on the table louder than intended. "Imagine how many more friends you would have, how much bigger a social life, if others got to see you like that?"
"Okay, firstly, I'm content with the number of friends I have, and the state of my social life." You sent Jungown a slight glare before continuing, "Secondly, I'm comfortable around you guys, you're my best friends, of course I'm going to be fun around you two."
"She has a point," Sakura began, drink still in her hands, "We see the sides of her that no one else sees, drunk or not. I still remember when Euijoo was your project partner, and he asked me if you hated him because of how short you were with him." Sakura laughed at the memory from two years ago, when college was still fresh and exciting.
"Hey, Euijoo and I are close now." You pouted, not wanting to remember how badly you felt for making him feel that way. You never intend to make anyone feel uncomfortable or to come off as disliking them, but it was hard for you to be comfortable around new people.
Being partnered with Euijoo at the beginning of college was a blessing in disguise. He was so kind to you, so patient, never crossing any boundaries; you couldn't help but soften up around him. It helped prepare you for other collaborative projects throughout your studies. Thanks to Euijoo, you learned how to be approachable, communicate better, but still keep the distance you wanted between other classmates. Except for him, of course.
Euijoo wasn't one of your best friends, but he was definitely closer to you than most other people. It was hard to not like him with his gentle personality, and after your project together, you ended up staying in touch. You honestly believe that if it wasn't for the fact that he was extremely popular, you would have hung out more and ultimately been as close to him as you are to the two in front of you.
"Speaking of Euijoo," Jungwon broke you out of your thoughts with his energetic voice, "I still can't get over the fact he's friends with Nicholas."
"He's friends with everybody," Sakura stated, staring at Jungwon like he should already know this.
"Yeah, but he's best friends with Nicholas. It's just such an odd match."
Before you could add to the conversation, you felt a presence behind you coming closer. A hand landed on your shoulder lightly, followed by a calm voice, "I heard my name, so I decided to come over."
You turned around to see Euijoo smiling at you all, slipping into the seat beside you before continuing. "Don't worry, everyone is always shocked that Nicholas and I are so close."
You sighed, shaking your head at your two gossiping friends, before sending Euijoo an apologetic glance. He just smiled at you, completely unbothered by the fact that he had been the centre of your conversation for a moment.
A laugh escaped his lips as he saw the grimace on both Jungwon and Sakura's faces due to being caught gossiping by the person themselves. Mumbled sorrys escaped their lips as they avoided eye contact with Euijoo, who shook his head before speaking again. "There's no need to apologise for being curious. You weren't saying anything bad."
Jungwon's mood immediately perked up, his filter completely gone again as he asked, "So why are you guys so close?"
"I mean, there's not much to it. We met as teenagers and just meshed well together. I'd say we really value each other." Euijoo replied with a smile, voice still as calm as ever, before he turned to you and changed the topic. "Y/N, I wanted to ask you something."
"Go ahead."
Euijoo took a breath in before his words came out at an uncommon speed. "Hear me out, okay? It's my birthday on the weekend, and some of my close friends are throwing a party for me. I know you don't go to parties, but I really want you there. Will you come?"
For a moment, you just stared at the boy next to you, shocked at the speed he just spoke. His eyes were hopeful, looking into yours, pleading with you to agree. You sighed to yourself, not wanting to let down the friend who had never let you down before.
"Is it going to be a big party?" You asked, holding his gaze to look for any hints of dishonesty. The two friends across from you, holding their breaths in hopes you would agree to your first college party.
"No, I asked them to keep it quite small, no more than 20 people." He spoke with no hesitation, no notions of any dishonesty.
"Okay, I'll go." You nodded, a small hint of anxiety already setting in. Jungwon and Sakura had to hold themselves back from screaming with joy.
Euijoo's smile reached his eyes at your response, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips. "Thank you!" He exclaimed, seeming happier than you would have expected. He turned to Jungwon and Sakura, extending the invite to them before he had to leave.
Your two best friends just stared at you, a million questions running through their minds. You groaned before breaking the silence, "Go ahead. Ask me all your questions."
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It was the night of Euijoos' birthday, and you were getting ready at your shared apartment with Jungwon. Sakura had arrived already dolled up for the night, now sitting on your bed with Jungwon as you finished getting ready.
"Y/N, are you sure you don't have a crush on Euijoo?" Jungwon asked as he peered up from his phone at you.
You looked at him from the reflection of the mirror, a furrow in your brows. "No, Jungwon, for the 17th time, I don't have a crush on Euijoo. He's just a good friend, and it's his birthday. Plus, he said it was going to be a small party."
"You don't come to the parties I invite you to." He pouted, still staring at you over your phone.
Sakura gave him a light smack on the arm before interjecting. "You invite her to the biggest parties on campus, of course she isn't going to go! Anyway, you should be focusing on the fact that we finally get to party with our girl."
Jungwon and Sakura bickered behind you as you added the final touches to your hair and makeup. You wore your hair out and makeup not too heavy, but done in a way to complement your features. You walked over to your wardrobe to change into your outfit. You pulled on some baggy black jeans that had rips throughout them, a bulky black and silver belt to hold them in place. For your top, a simple black crop that accentuated your figure nicely, and a bulky necklace to go with your belt. You threw on some chunky boots to finish off your look before walking back out to your friends.
They looked you up and down before both giving you a thumbs up, Jungwon the first to speak. "I always forget just how cool you dress when you put the effort in."
"I don't know if that's a compliment or not." You replied, brows furrowed once again because of the younger boy.
"It is! Like you always look cool, but you look extra cool right now... and hot." He sent you a dramatic wink, causing your face to flush as you laughed at him; you weren't good at accepting compliments.
"Enough chit-chat. Let's take some mandatory photos and then head to the party!" Sakura exclaimed, jumping off the bed with excitement.
You got in your Uber after 30 minutes of Sakura's phototime, not being able to leave until she was happy with her photos, the group photos, and your guys' individual photos. You arrived at the address Euijoo had given you, which he explained was his friend's share house, roughly 45 minutes after the given start time.
As you stepped out of the Uber, Sakura grabbed your hand and dragged you into a little huddle with Jungwon. "Y/N, if you feel uncomfortable, if you get too drunk, if you feel unsafe, anything, you let us know and we leave, okay? Just communicate with us as much as possible so you can enjoy your first college party, okay, babe?"
You nodded, sending your friends a smile at their protectiveness over you. Jungwon had grabbed your other hand during the little speech, both him and Sakura giving you a squeeze before you all walked up to the front door.
You took a deep breath in as Sakura's hand reached for the doorknob, pushing the door open with no hesitation. Your eyes stayed locked on the ground as you walked in behind Jungwon, your eyes immediately being filled with the loud bass of the music. You felt Jungwon grab your hand again as your eyes finally lifted off the floor; this was not a small party.
Your eyes were met with a sea of people moving around each other, engaging in conversation, spilling drinks, grinding on each other, and having no concept of personal space. You gulped as Jungwon sent you a confident look and a nod, before pulling you with him through the crowd. Before you realised it, you were outside in the garden, fresh air hitting your skin.
"You good?" Jungwon asked, turning to face you. The garden was still occupied by a large number of people, but it was less intense than the inside of the house. You exhaled a breath you didn't realise you were holding as you nodded, before turning your attention to Sakura, who was standing ahead of you and Jungwon, and looking around the garden. Before you could ask what she was doing, she told the two of you to follow her and walked to the back of the garden.
As she came to a stop, you realised she had led you to where Euijoo was, who immediately approached you as you came to a stop. "Y/N!" He exclaimed, stopping in front of you and examining your face. The smile dropped on his face as he realised you weren't feeling comfortable. "I'm really sorry about this. I swear I told them to keep it small." He spoke with an apologetic tone and a soft look in his eye.
You shook your head, knowing it wasn't his fault for the size of the party, nor your reaction to it. "It's okay, Euijoo. I'll be okay."
He gave you another smile before giving his attention to not only you but the two friends standing next to you as well. "I don't really like big crowds either, so we set up a corner outside with tables, chairs, and a tub full of ice for drinks. If you guys feel comfortable, you're more than welcome to stay with us out here."
"If that's okay with you, I'd love that." You responded before turning to Sakura and Jungwon, "How about you guys?"
"We're with you! Plus, I can see Yuma and Jo, who I already know, so I'll be fine." Jungwon smiled before glancing over to Sakura for her answer.
"I'm fine in any situation, you know that."
Euijoo smiled at you all before walking you over to the area he mentioned. He introduced you to K, Fuma, Taki, and Harua first - they were the ones whose house the party was at. K and Fuma immediately offered their seats on the couch to you and Sakura and wouldn't take no for an answer, refusing to sit back down even as you went off to meet the rest of the group. Then Euijoo introduced you to Yuma, Jo, and Maki who were hanging off of Jungwon as soon as they saw him walk over. Yuma explained that the four of them were always at parties together, and tonight would be no different.
You waved Jungwon off as he questioned if you wanted him to stay with you, walking over to the couch K and Fuma had offered earlier with Euijoo and Sakura. You sat down in the middle with the two of them on either side of you, not expecting the four boys you were introduced to first to drag plastic chairs closer so they could talk with you.
"So, Y/N, how come I've never seen you before?" Questioned K, a curious smile on his face.
"Oh, um... I don't go to parties." You replied with a shy smile, not holding eye contact, finding your hands in your lap more pleasing to look at. K nodded, not pushing the subject further as he sensed your uneasiness around the unfamiliar group.
As time went by, you became more relaxed around Euijoo's friends. Engaging in back-and-forth conversation easily, laughing, and exchanging your most embarrassing moments from the start of college. You always had a drink in your hand, as one of the boys would hand you a new one almost immediately after you finished what was in your hand.
You never thought you would feel so comfortable at a party, but the mix of the alcohol and the kind boys around you made for the perfect situation. Even as Euijoo came back and forth, even as Sakura got up to flirt with the guy who caught her eye, you felt fine.
Right now, you were talking with Euijoo, Fuma and K, all still in the same spots you started in, when you felt the empty spot next to you sink down.
"Nicholas! Finally!" K exclaimed, reaching over to slap the new body next to you on the thigh. You looked over, the name not registering in your brain until you saw him.
"Hey guys, did ya miss me?" He replied, a smirk on his lips. A chorus of dramatic and sarcastic replies followed, a laugh falling from his lips at the response.
You didn't even realise you were staring until the boy's sharp eyes locked with yours, a confident smirk spread across his face as he spoke. "And who are you, pretty?"
Before you could even muster up a response, Euijoo was replying for you. "This is Y/N. Friend of mine, so don't overstep Nicholas."
Nicholas nodded, eyeing you up and down briefly before extending his hand, "Nice to meet you, Y/N."
You shook his hand quickly, offering a small nod, before you tore your eyes away from him and found entertainment with your lap again. He was gorgeous, and yes, you knew this already, but seeing him this close? It was ridiculous. However, as much as you admired his looks, you weren't the type to get caught up in that. You shook your head, getting rid of the fleeting feelings that made you freeze up in his presence, and rejoined the conversation.
Next to you, Nicholas leaned back on the couch, sending Euijoo a questioning look. He had never seen you before, never heard of you, and that intrigued him. He thought he knew everyone on campus; he made it his job to know everyone on campus, so how did you escape him?
Euijoo motioned his head towards the house, signaling for Nicholas to follow him. They walked inside, heading to the kitchen before finding a corner that had the most privacy.
"Why don't I know her? Is she new to campus? Is she not from campus?" Nicholas began immediately, questions flying out of his mouth.
"She's from campus. She just doesn't do the whole party thing." Euijoo replied, a calm expression on his face as he continued. "She just started feeling comfortable here, so please don't ruin it."
Nicholas scoffed, rolling his eyes at his best friend. "And how would I do that?"
Euijoo stared at Nicholas like he shouldn't have to answer that question, to which Nicholas just stared back, waiting for a response. Euijoo sighed before answering him, "Oh, you know, the usual. Flirt the entire night, then do nothing."
"Okay, I get you, but that's arguably better than fucking everyone I flirt with," Nicholas argued, hands up in defence, "It's not my fault most of the girls at these parties want my attention."
"Look, I get you could be doing worse, I get that you flirt for fun. I'm just asking you not to do that with Y/N. She's a good friend, not just some random girl you won't encounter outside of a party."
Nicholas tilted his head, a playful smirk on his face, "I haven't encountered her until now, have I?" Euijoo glared at him in response, not finding his comment funny in the slightest. "I'm joking, I'm joking. I hear you, I'll be good. But I can still make conversation, right?"
Euijoo nodded, walking over to the fridge to grab more drinks for the tub outside. Nicholas helped him, reaching for more of the drink he saw in your hand earlier, as well as his favourite drink.
Arriving back at the area where his friends were, he couldn't help but watch you as you spoke with K and Fuma, along with Yuma, Jo, Maki, and Jungwon, who had joined you while he was gone. He watched the way your eyes flickered between everyone talking, the slight smile on your face, and the way your face scrunched up as you laughed.
He walked back over to the couch, standing in front of Yuma, who had taken his place on the couch. "Yuma, can I have my spot back?"
Yuma just looked up at him, brow lifted in curiosity at his request. But before he could respond, tease Nicholas, possibly embarrass him for the first time ever, Maki was dragging him out of the couch and over to the newly set up beer pong table, along with Jo and Jungwon.
Nicholas saw you pout at their departure, a small smirk appearing on his face, "Sorry, did you want them to stay?"
You tilted your head at his question, "I don't think it was your presence that caused Maki to drag them all to the beer pong table."
Nicholas chuckled in response, leaning back against the couch, arm thrown over the back of it behind you. His eyes stayed locked on your face as he responded, "Damn, I was hoping I scared them off."
"Why would you want that?"
Nicholas raised his eyebrow at you, "Maybe so I can live up to my reputation?"
You scoffed in response, completely aware of the rumours that followed his name. The serial flirt, the drug dealer, the fighter, the bad boy, the guy to stay away from if you didn't want trouble. It baffled you that he wanted to live up to the baseless rumours that were attached to him.
You turned to him, curiosity now filling your body. You wanted to know if the rumours were true, if he really was someone you should avoid, and for the first time since you heard his name, you weren't bored.
"You really want to be associated with all those rumours?" You questioned, eyes locked on his. Nicholas' eyes sparkled, excitement filling his body at your reaction to him. You weren't intimidated by him, by his reputation, you didn't flirt, didn't try to put moves on him. You questioned him, you held his gaze, and you didn't back down.
"Why not? It's not like I can stop people talking." He leaned forward slightly, using the armrest to his advantage. He leaned his head in his hand, but never broke eye contact with you. "People know I sell weed, it's not like I try and hide it. I can't hide it if I want to make money, it comes with the job. But so does a reputation."
"I get that, but I wouldn't want lies being spread about me."
"Who says any of the rumours are lies?" He tries to push you, seeing if you'll back down, if you'll get scared, but you just roll your eyes; it sends a spark of electricity through his body. He lets out another small laugh at your response to him before speaking again. "I don't care what these people think of me, they aren't important to me."
You sit with his words for a brief moment before questioning him again, "So you care what some people think? The important people?"
He looks at you for a moment, wondering if he should respond honestly or be dismissive, but that lingering feeling of curiosity decides for him; honesty. "The people who are important in my life know me well enough that I don't need to bother with the gossip."
You smile, getting the answer you wanted, the small evidence that he isn't like the rumours say. He notices your smile and can't stop the smirk forming on his face. He leans forward until his face is in front of yours, slightly invading your personal space, "Why ya smiling?"
Before you realise it, you're talking more than you ever have to someone you just met. "It's just funny to me. I've heard so much gossip surrounding you, and honestly, I never cared, never understood everyone's fascination with you. Quite frankly, I found it boring, found the idea of you boring. But now I, someone so insignificant in your life, also knows you aren't like the rumours say... and that makes you so much more entertaining."
Nicholas can't help but burst out laughing, clutching his stomach as he tries to calm down. "No one has ever said I'm boring before," he spoke between breaths, "No one has ever been so upfront with me. You're interesting, Y/N."
You laugh with him, unable to stop yourself, as the sound of his laugh is intoxicating. You watch the way his face scrunches up, the way he loses himself in the moment, and for a moment you think you might like to see this more often.
He calms down eventually, eyes back on you as you bring your drink to your mouth. Without a second thought, he pulls out his phone, passing it to you with a new contact screen open. "Put your number in."
You raise a brow at him, "Not when you say it like that."
He rolls his eyes, an exaggerated groan leaving his lips, "Can you please put your number in my phone?"
"Why?"
"Do you really have to make it this hard?" He groans again, looking at the amusement on your face. You don't respond, just keep staring at him. "You're actually going to make me tell you why?"
You nod, amused by his reactions and the sheer fact that he asked for your number. "Yes, Nicholas, I am. Tell me why I should give my number to the guy known as a serial flirt."
He shakes his head at you, but there's a smile tugging at his lips. "I want to get to know you better, Y/N. In a purely innocent, non-flirtatious way, I promise."
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It had been two weeks since Euijoos' birthday. Two weeks since you got a glimpse at the real Nicholas, the most gossiped-about person on campus. Two weeks since he started messaging you daily, even if you didn't respond. Two weeks since your small, unacknowledged crush began.
Now you were about to leave your apartment to see him, to spend time with the boy who brought unexpected excitement into your life. But not before Jungwon expressed his shock for the millionth time at your newfound connection.
"I just don't get it." He exclaims from your bed, "You guys are so different. He goes to every campus party, he knows everyone, and he's a literal bad boy. And you? You're the homebody that no one recognises, the quiet student who couldn't care less about campus life."
"I know you don't get it, Jungwon. You haven't stopped telling me about your shock since Euijoo's birthday."
Jungwon sighs at your response, dramatically falling back onto the bed. "You literally never make new friends. Why is he different?"
"I'm just intrigued." You respond, sitting on the edge of the bed, to look at your best friend. "I want to see just how false the rumours are."
Jungwon shakes his head, like he can't understand your logic. But before you can think about replying, your phone buzzes with a message from Nicholas, telling you he's outside.
You say goodbye to Jungwon before making your way outside of your apartment building. When you finally step foot out of the building, the night air sends a slight shiver down your spine. You notice a running car parked on the other side of the road, the window winding down to reveal Nicholas in the driver's seat.
You walk over and get into his car, sighing in content at the warmth that envelops you. Nicholas' attention is on you, watching your every move - the way you push some hair behind your ear before you reach for the seatbelt, the way you smile when you finally make eye contact with him. He feels the same spark of electricity as he did at Euijoos' birthday, and he finally realises: he's fucked.
"So where are we going?" You ask, breaking him out of his thoughts.
"Lookout?" He asks questioningly, like he wants your approval first.
"Sounds good." You nod, a slight smile on your face.
Nicholas puts his car in drive and pulls onto the road, one hand on the steering wheel, the other sitting in his lap. He glances at you a few times, not being able to keep his full attention on the road. He thinks you don't notice him until a giggle falls from your lips.
"Why do you keep looking at me?"
"Just making sure you're okay, comfortable." He nods as he speaks, like he's trying to convince both himself and you. He sees you shake your head slightly from the corner of his eye, the smile never leaving your lips - it causes a smirk to form on his face. "Why do you look so happy?"
You turn to look at him, noticing the small smirk on his face - it causes your chest to flutter slightly. "I'm just looking forward to getting to know you better."
"Careful Y/N, I might think you're flirting with me." He laughs, eyes flicking to you briefly before continuing, "And I said this is strictly platonic."
Nicholas pulls the car over to the lookout's car bays, putting the car in park before turning to you. "Do you want to stay in the car, or get out for a bit?"
"Let's enjoy the view." You respond, unbuckling your seatbelt and getting out of the car. Nicholas follows closely behind you, hands in his pockets as he waits for you to pick a spot.
You lean against the railing of the lookout, taking in the view of your city that looks ridiculously small right now. Nicholas takes his place beside you, copying your posture as he lets out a content sigh.
"I've actually been looking forward to this." He speaks into the air, eyes still focused on the view.
You raise an eyebrow at him before responding, "Really?"
"Yeah," he breathes, turning his head to look at you. "To hang out with someone who will actually hold a conversation with me."
"Your buyers not very good conversationalists?" You query teasingly.
He scoffs, shaking his head at you. "They're either only interested in me for the weed, or they're scared of me."
"What about the girls? The ones who cling to you for attention?" You question him, wanting to extract as much information from him as possible.
"They don't want conversation," he laughs, as if you should already be aware of this, "They just want to be with a bad boy."
"And what about you? What do you want from them?"
He pauses for a moment, scanning your face, feeling the electricity in his chest rising again. He looks back ahead before answering. "Nothing. I don't want anything from them."
You tilt your head to the side slightly, processing his response. Nicholas catches it from his peripheral, curiosity filling his mind as he wonders what you'll say next.
You're still looking at him, deciding to continue your questions rather than get caught up in your own mind. "So if you want nothing from them, why do you bother entertaining them? Why make them think they have a chance?"
He doesn't look at you, he just nods to himself, like he knew you would ask something like that. He experiences a fleeting feeling of worry - worrying that this topic, his answers, might disgust you - as he goes to respond.
"There's a few reasons," he starts, glancing at you to see if he should continue. Your small nod encourages him to continue. "First, it's too much effort to push them away, tell them to stop. Second, they're either with buyers, or buyers themself. Upsetting them could cause a scene and result in a loss of income. Third, it provides some entertainment at least, you know... their reactions and desperation."
He doesn't realise he's holding his breath while you stand in silence. He avoids looking at you, his attention staying ahead of him. The unusual feeling of anxiety creeps in again; Nicholas curses himself at the effect you have on him, the fact that he seems to care what you think.
"I feel like the only reasonable answer is the loss of income." You speak, still staring at him even as he avoids looking at you. "If I look at it from that perspective, then I can understand the first reason as well. Rejecting someone is an effort, and you wouldn't want to cause a scene, like you said."
His eyes open slightly with shock, not expecting you to understand, or try to understand, his reasons. He turns to you now, only slightly, and breathes a sigh of relief when your eyes lock with no hostility evident.
"But?" He questions, knowing you have more to say.
"But," you begin, eyes locked on his, "the third reason just makes you sound lonely."
His mouth falls open, a look of shock on his face that makes a smirk creep onto your lips. You turn away, holding back a laugh, as Nicholas just stares at you.
He doesn't even know how to respond; his mind is reeling. 'Lonely? She thinks I sound lonely? That just makes me seem pathetic.'
He coughs, clearing his throat before speaking. "I thought you would have reprimanded me for leading them on."
"I mean, it's not the nicest thing to do, obviously. But you're single and not every flirtatious encounter ends in sex." You nod, eyes still ahead of you.
Nicholas hums in response, fascinated by your reaction, your words. His curiosity was growing, the electricity feeling more intense; he wants to know you.
"What about you?" He begins, eyes on you, not having moved since earlier. "What do you do when you get hit on?"
You scoffed, like what he asked you was the most idiotic question you had ever heard. "I don't get hit on."
It was his turn to scoff, not believing you for a second. You turned to him again, raising a brow as he spoke. "I don't believe that."
"It's true. I've made it a habit to stay invisible and not let people in. It's clearly worked."
"Until now." He smirks, feeling a sense of pride in the fact that he managed to get your attention. The blush that appears on your cheeks doesn't go unnoticed by him, fueling his ego and confidence.
"I thought you said this was strictly platonic." You teased, never breaking eye contact with him.
He raises his hands in a sign of surrender, a small laugh escaping his lips. "It was, I swear."
"Was?" You question again, heart beat steadily increasing, body temperature slowly rising.
"You want the truth?" He asks, taking a small step towards you. You nod, eyes glued to his.
"When I first saw you at Euijoo's party and had no clue who you were, I was intrigued. I'm meant to know everyone from campus, so it was a shock to meet someone who had managed to go unnoticed. It was even more shocking to know someone so beautiful had managed to escape me." He took another small step forward, gauging your reaction, eyes locked and full of honesty.
"Euijoo told me not to scare you away, not to treat you like everyone else, which intrigued me even more." Another step, close enough to make you tilt your head up to look at him, but far enough to let you push him away if you wanted to.
"At first, I was genuinely just intrigued. I told myself I would just talk with you and get an understanding of who the mysterious person was. But you pulled me in, Y/N." He reached his hand out, fingers brushing yours before they intertwined together. You held your breath, excitement and nerves mixing together.
"You pulled me in with your confidence, your honesty, your curiosity. I tried to ignore my feelings, stay true to my words of this being strictly platonic, but every text, every conversation ruined my resolve." He took a breath, squeezing your hand before he continued. "You haven't left my mind since that first night, and it's driving me crazy."
You shakily exhale, the breath you were holding finally escaping. You searched his eyes, taking in the vulnerability behind them. Before you could register what you were doing, you leaned up and kissed him.
Nicholas' free hand came to your face, gently holding your jaw as your lips pressed together. He let you lead, not wanting to cross any boundaries. When you deepened the kiss, he melted, a groan rumbling in his chest. Your free hand found his hair, tangling in his locks and earning another groan from Nicholas.
You pulled away, Nicholas' lips following yours before he sighed in defeat. Your forehead rested against his, hand still in his hair, as you finally spoke. "Show me your place?"
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As soon as you stepped into Nicholas's dorm, he had you pushed against the door. His hands were on your waist, forehead leaning against your own, eyes blown out with lust. He searched your eyes for any sign of hesitation, gave you a chance to stop his actions. But you just smiled up at him with a flushed face that made him weak in the knees.
He dived in, lips crashing into yours with hunger, hands gripping your hips possessively. You gasped at the feeling of his knee sliding between your legs, pressing into your clothed heat. Nicholas used the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, groaning at the way you reacted to him.
His tongue dominated your mouth, capturing your sounds and swallowing them down his throat. You felt his hand sneak up your side, caressing your curves as until he landed on your covered breast. He squeezed lightly, testing the waters before groping you possessively. You moaned at the sensation, the feeling of his desire already so overwhelming, unintentionally grinding your hips down.
Nicholas pulled away from your lips, smirking at you as he continued to grope your breast. "Is my pretty baby feeling needy?" He teased, eyes locked on you as you tried to catch your breath.
"Nicholas..." You whined, missing his lips on yours. He lifted his knee onto your heat, watching as you gasped slightly before grinding down.
"Do you want something, baby?" He purred, hand still moving on your chest, knee pressed into you.
You nodded, small moans leaving your lips in desperation. He leaned down, lips ghosting your ear as he whispered, "Words, baby."
He kissed your neck, moving down as you became more desperate. "W-want you to touch me." You stuttered, unable to focus on all the places he possessed.
He laughed against your neck, hot breath fanning across you, "I am touching you, baby."
You groaned in frustration, hands tangling in his hair as he began sucking on your neck. You let a moan escape, getting lost in the feeling of his lips, his hands, his knee. "M-make me cum Nico, please..."
Nicholas froze at the nickname, the plea leaving your lips. The blood rushed to his already painfully hard crotch, a groan leaving his mouth. He wrapped his arms under your thighs and lifted, causing you to instinctively wrap your legs around his waist.
He kissed your lips hungrily as he walked you to his bedroom. Kicking the door open with his foot before lying you at the edge of his bed. He stood between your legs, taking in your already fucked-out appearance.
His hand went to your face, holding it gently as he looked into your eyes. "Are you sure you want to keep going?" He questioned, pure adoration filling his face.
"Please, Nicholas..." You whined, rubbing your cheek into his hand.
He groaned, not being able to control the way he reacted to you. His hands found your hips, pulling down your pants in one swift movement. You spread your legs from him, not needing to be told and Nicholas dropped to his knees.
"Fuck baby..." He was almost whining, head pressing into your thigh as he left kisses along you. "You're ruining me."
He placed a kiss on your clothed heat, feeling the wetness immediately. You gasped at the sensation, hips grinding down to chase more. Nicholas couldn't stop himself from pressing his face into your clothed pussy, inhaling your scent like it was a drug.
He moaned as he inhaled you, savouring the sweet smell, before attaching his lips to your wet panties and sucking. He didn't ease you into it, sucking harshly on your clothed bud, hands pushing your hips down as you jerked away.
The sounds leaving your lips were sinful, so caught up in the pleasure that you had lost any sense of reasoning. Your hands gripped the sheets, back arching at the intense feeling between your legs. You peeked down at the man between your legs, core tightening at the sight of his pussy drunk face.
His hair was messy, sticking to his face from sweat, eyes closed, and brows drawn in pleasure. His face was flushed from pure bliss as he continued to inhale your scent and drink your juices through your panties.
He pulled away briefly, eyes meeting yours. His cock twitched in his pants at your fucked out face, blown-out eyes, and the way you locked eyes with him.
He held your gaze as his fingers found the band of your panties, pulling them down your legs. He pulled them to his face, inhaling deeply as you watched, hole cleaning at the sight. He stuffed them in his pocket before his fingers found your core.
You gasped at the feeling of his rough fingers dragging their way through your folds, head falling back onto the bed. Nicholas moaned at the sight of your bare pussy dripping with arousal for him, gathering your slick on his fingers before pushing one in.
You moaned, pussy clenching around the intrusion. Nicholas started slow, savouring the way your walls sucked his finger in, enjoying the way you squirmed. "Your pussy is sucking me in, baby."
You moaned at his words, clenching around his fingers again. Nicholas chuckled, breath fanning against your heat as he leaned closer. He pressed a kiss to your clit, finger still working slowly inside you, drawing out moans and gasps from your lips.
Without warning, he pushed a second finger in, attaching his lips to your bud. Your back arched off the bed, an unholy sound filling the room at the intense pleasure you were now feeling.
Your hands flew to his hair, pulling on the strands in pleasure. Nicholas moaned, the vibrations travelling through you as he set a relentless pace. His mouth swapped between sucking and licking, while his fingers fucked into you, hitting your sensitive spot repeatedly.
You could feel your climax getting closer, core tightening, threatening to snap at any moment. Nicholas could tell you were close to, the way your pussy clenched tighter and your moans got louder. He pulled his mouth away briefly, "Cum for me baby."
That's all it took for you to fall over the edge. Your legs shook violently, walls tightening even more, Nicholas' name falling from your lips like a chant. Nicholas fucked you through it, fingers never stopping, mouth licking up all the juices he could reach.
As you came down, his fingers slowed and pulled out, a whine leaving your lips. Nicholas was still on his knees, sitting back on his heels as he took you in. You whined at the loss of his body heat, sitting up with the help of your arms.
Nicholas looked at you, eyes wide, a mixture of lust and adoration filling his features. Then he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking off your arousal as he palmed his painful bulge. You whimpered at the sight, how drunk he was off of you, how needy he was.
You mustered your strength and sat up, eyes never leaving his. He pulled his fingers out of his mouth with a pop just as you pulled your shirt over your head. You threw it to the side, body heat increasing at the intensity of Nicholas' stare. A needy moan left his lips as you unclasped your bra, exposing your tits to him, nipples hard from how turned on you were.
You reached forward, grabbing his face in your hands, pulling him towards you. His eyes stayed on you, hands by his side as you leaned into his ear to whisper, "Are you going to fuck me, Nicholas?"
He snapped, hands flying to his shirt and ripping it off. He picked you up, repositioning you on the bed. Your head hit the pillows, and before you could sit up, Nicholas was on you, pants already gone.
You glanced down, whimpering at the sight of his leaking cock. You reached between your bodies, stroking the tip lightly, which caused Nicholas to jolt forward, a moan leaving his lips. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head with one hand before pushing your legs apart with the other.
"Fuck, Y/N..." He moaned, taking in the view of you underneath him. He pushed his hips forward, rubbing his member between your folds. You were both moaning, grinding into each other with need. Nicholas gathered up your arousal on his tip before lining it up at your entrance.
He pushed in with one stroke, bottoming out inside you as your walls sucked him in. You gasped at the stretch, feeling fuller than you ever have. His hands were on your hips, steadying himself as he let you adjust.
Nicholas was shaking, the pleasure and emotion so intense he wasn't sure if he would survive. You wrapped your arms around his neck, causing him to lock eyes with you again. He moaned at the sight, his hips grinding against you in need. You leaned up, placing a kiss on his lips, "Are you okay?"
He whimpered, unable to control himself as he started grinding against you with a steady rhythm, his tip hitting deep inside you. You let your moans escape your lips, hips grinding to meet his.
He was so drunk off of you that he couldn't stop the words falling out of his mouth as he kept grinding into you like a needy virgin. "You feel so good, s-so good. I could live here, stay like this forever. Your pussy was made for me, you were made for me."
Your walls clenched at his words, moans getting louder every time he hit your sweet spot. "F-fuck Nicholas, feels so good, so full. You're so b-big."
Nicholas pulled almost fully out before slamming back into you, your words making him lose control. You almost screamed at the sensation, the pain and pleasure feeling intoxicating.
Nicholas set a ruthless pace, hips slamming into yours, balls slapping against your skin. He couldn't get enough of you, the way you sucked him in, clenched around him like you didn't want him to leave. "You keep pulling me in, baby," He groaned, hips never faltering.
Without stopping, he grabbed your thighs, pushing them into your chest. The new position allowed him to reach deeper inside you, an almost animalistic moan escaping you.
"I wanna hear you baby," he panted, hips slamming into you, "Tell me how good I'm making you feel."
"Feels s-so good, Nicholas," you gasped, eyes almost rolling to the back of your head, nonsense falling from your lips, "You're so big, so big. I love it, l-love your cock inside me."
Nicholas let out a guttural moan, grip tightening on your thighs hard enough to leave bruises. He picked up the pace even more, rougher, needier, more possessive than he has ever been.
"This is my pussy now," he growled, possessiveness taking over his voice. "My pussy, my girl. You're mine."
His words sent you spiraling, walls sucking him even further, clenching down on him impossibly tight. Your second orgasm drawing closer and closer with every thrust, every word.
"You gonna cum, baby?" He panted, eyes locked on you. You nodded, moans falling from your lips excessively. He moaned with you, chasing his own high. "I'm close, baby. Let's cum together, yeah?"
You nodded, words too hard to form between your moans, except for one, "i-inside..."
Nicholas snapped, tipping over the edge at your request. Your name fell from his lips as he filled you up with his cum, thrusting it into you as you came around him.
He collapsed onto you, head on your chest, and breathing out of control. You both stayed there for minutes, catching your breath and taking in what just happened.
Nicholas's head snapped up, eyes locking with yours. He searched for any signs of hurt, discomfort, or regret. He shuffled up, hands caressing your cheeks, "Are you okay?"
You smiled lazily, fatigue taking over your body. "I'm more than okay."
Nicholas smiled like a lovesick puppy, his heart feeling warm at the sight and sound of you. He left the bed for a brief moment to get a damp cloth, cleaning you up gently, leaving soft kisses on every area he touched.
Once he was done, he got back into bed, pulling you into his chest and under the covers. "You're staying."
"I was planning to." You laughed, chin resting on his chest as you stared at him. A blush flew across his cheeks under your gaze, and the fact that you wanted to stay the night.
"You can't seriously be blushing after what we just did." You teased, giggles falling from your mouth.
"It's your fault." He pouted, blush still sitting proudly on his face.
"So..." you began, changing the topic, "I need to know if this is going to be a one-time thing or-"
"NO!" Nicholas shouted, louder than intended, cutting you off before you could finish. He coughed, eyes averted, and was embarrassed at his reaction. "No, I don't want it to be a one-time thing. But if you do, I will respect that."
You laughed, fascinated at how different the boy under you was compared to the rumours. You tapped his chest so he would look at you. "I'd like to see where this goes."
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It's been three months since you and Nicholas decided to explore the connection between you. Two months since he officially asked you to be his girlfriend, and now you were about to make your first public appearance as a couple.
No one knew what was going on between the two of you. Your friends were aware that you spent time together, messaged a lot, but they didn't actually think you were in a relationship.
Euijoo invited you to a small party; he assured you it would actually be small this time, as he was in charge. It consisted of Euijoo, K, Fuma, Yuma, Jo, Harua, Taki, Maki, Jungwon, and Sakura - all the people you both wanted to finally come clean to.
You sat in the car with Nicholas, his hand on your thigh as you prepared to go inside. You took a deep breath, giving him a nod to let him know you were ready.
As you walked up to the front door, he linked his hand with yours, giving you a reassuring smile as he opened the door to the house you first met at.
You could hear the voices of your friends travelling through the house, light music playing. Nicholas led you to the doors leading to the garden, opening them as everyone turned around.
You were behind him, unnoticed by your friends, Nicholas' frame blocking their view of you.
"Nicholas! Fashionably late as always." Yuma teased, sending a wave his way.
"Is this everyone?" Nicholas asked, scanning the garden to make sure they were all present.
"We're still waiting on Y/N," Euijoo replied, gesturing to a seat for Nicholas to sit in.
Nicholas stepped outside, pulling you with him as he spoke, "She's right here."
"What the fuck?" Jungwon whispered, eyes almost popping out of his head.
You waved shyly to everyone, not letting go of Nicholas's hand. He gave your hand a squeeze before guiding you over to the chair Euijoo offered.
Not having a care for the way everyone was staring in shock, he sat down and pulled you into his lap, arms wrapping around your waist and head resting on your shoulder. All you could do was bring your hands to your face in embarrassment as Nicholas chuckled at you.
"Okay, so do you want to explain?" Euijoo spoke, brows furrowed at his best friend.
"We're dating," Nicholas answered proudly, giving your waist a small squeeze.
"No, Nicholas, explain everything," Euijoo answered, seriousness in his voice.
Nicholas explained everything to the group for both of you. How he fell first, and incredibly fast and hard. How you just laughed at him when he asked you to be his girlfriend after one date. How he felt the need to prove himself worthy of you, prove he actually wanted a relationship with you. How you challenged him, didn't put up with his facade. How you made him realise things about himself he never knew before. How you didn't care about his drug dealing and actually gave him business advice. How he got into a fight with a guy who called you a bitch in public, and how you scolded him for it afterwards, disclosing that's how he realised he was a switch (you slapped him for that).
Your friends listened, asked questions, and observed the situation. They watched the way you two acted, realising that there was something genuine and pure between you two. They joked about Nicholas being whipped for you, no signs of his bad boy persona present when you were around.
You laughed, knowing the truth. Nicholas wasn't like the rumours said, but he was still trouble. He still grew weed, sold drugs, still got into fights, still intimidated the people he didn't care for - but for you, he was just a boy in love - and honestly? You loved having him all to yourself.
author's note: hi anon! sorry this took so long >.<
i wasn't sure exactly what you wanted and since i'm a sucker for romance i made badboy nicholas a loverboy - i'm a sucker for a boy who doesn't care about anyone but else but his girl
i made this one a bit longer to make up for the wait <3
summary — your boyfriend is the worst thing to happen in your life. luckily, your best friend is more than willing to prove he is the right man for you.
content tags/warnings — reader is a cheater (but not on k). reader is in a very unhappy relationship. petnames (hersi. Baby, angel). sloppy messy makeouts. cocky yudai. mentions of cock drunk reader if you squint.
YOU WOULD NEVER SAY YOU HATED YOUR BOYFRIEND PER SAY, BUT HE WAS FOR SURE MAKING HIS WAY INTO YOUR BAD BOOKS AS OF RECENT WEEKS.
His most recent stunt? You were meant to be hanging out with him over the course of a couple of days at some spa retreat weekend he had planned, only for him to flake out the morning of. He claimed he had some work ‘things’ he had yet to finish, but you knew the truth—he just wanted to spend the weekend drunk with his boys and forget he had a girlfriend back home, something he was seemingly starting to do quite often.
Lucky you hadn’t packed your bags. You had faced one too many weekend getaway trips being cancelled at the last minute for an array of reasons—none of which you believed.
He seemed to forget you both ran in the same circle of friends, though, so you often caught him out in his lies through the social media posts your friends posted with or of him. And the most recent night out? He even had a woman’s arms around his neck while they danced.
Your best friend and roommate, Koga Yudai, was witness to all the screaming and writhing around you did when you held your phone to your face and read over the shitty messages your even shittier boyfriend sent you.
While you couldn’t say you hated your boyfriend—despite being not far off from being able to make the claim; Yudai was less forgiving and very open about the fact he hated your boyfriend with his entire being.
Each time you invited your boyfriend over, Yudai was less than accommodating. He often made sure to push his way to sit between you so your boyfriend was either sandwiched to the end of the couch, or worst case, Yudai always made an effort to make himself as big as possible so he took up more space which more often than not ended with your boyfriend being forced to sit on the singular bean bag chair—the same one you often drunk-made out with Yudai on. A secret your boyfriend didn’t need to know.
Yudai lazed back in his usual chair at the small table you had both just bought and assembled. His fingers gently played with the stalk of the wine glass, and his eyes looked everywhere around the apartment bar at you. “We’ve really made this place our own, don’t you think?” A small, soft smile tugged at his lips.
You nodded your head, looking around also. The place was mostly decorated with Ikea furniture, but you had both chipped in to buy everything—it helped you had similar tastes. You admired the red pull out double bed couch in the living room, and you couldn’t help but feel excitement at the 55 inch TV that decorated the wall which cost… a lot. But it was worth it. It made your movie nights all the more exciting.
“Shame we can’t break the table in,” Yudai’s voice became low, barely audible but as the apartment was silent, you could still hear every word that passed his lips. At first, you didn’t respond. It took a few seconds of the words to sink in. And when they finally did, your eyebrow raised in reaction.
“Excuse me? I plan to eat at the table every meal, every day,” You defended, sitting up straighter. Your knees hit the leg of the table, making it shake slightly. You rushed to grab the base of your wine glass, not wanting to spill any. It was a bottle Yudai bought when you first moved out to live alone, mere weeks before he begged to move in with you as his old roommates were being kicked out of their apartment at that time.
And what kind of best friend would you be if you said no to him?
Yudai’s face deadpanned, and you realised the meaning behind his words rather swiftly. You gasped, but then raised your hand to hide your laugh. You tilted your head back. “Gross, I don’t want to think about my best friend fucking some random girl on the table I eat at!” Your face crinkled as you cringed, shaking your head furiously to try to rid yourself of the thought.
Yudai raised an eyebrow, leaning on his elbows. He leant across the table, and you felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room. You had a boyfriend, the feelings you had for Yudai were wrong. But you still couldn’t snuff them out—no matter how hard you tried.
“Who said it was going to be some random woman? I was planning on fucking someone you know quite well,” And while a part of you thought he was insinuating it be yourself, you shook your head and reminded yourself to not get lost in the fantasy. You saw the girls he followed on his social media apps, the ones he often thirsted over (yes, even to you as he thrust his phone into your hand for better view of the screen)—the women who you deemed a total opposite to yourself.
“If you fuck one of my friends, you’re sleeping in a shitty tent on the balcony and I’m selling your room to someone else,” You faux threatened, but the humour didn’t reach your eyes as your chest ached just at the thought of his hands on someone else, ached at the thought of his attention being stolen by someone else—even worse at the idea of it being someone you know and call a friend.
You wanted that. You wanted… him.
Yudai leant back against his seat and brought the wine glass to his lips, tilting his head as he took a sip. He looked elegant, his white shirt sleeves pushed up his arms and his glasses sat on the edge of his nose. You wanted to pounce on him, but ever since you had been friends with him at the start of your college years, you had found great strength and control.
Back then, you always found Yudai incredibly attractive and even considered asking him for a one night stand several times, but when you guys went clubbing and found him in some corner with his hands on a stranger’s ass, you always backed out of the idea. And then you began to date.
Sure, most of your boyfriends never lasted long and some even claimed your friendship with Yudai was suspicious, you had learnt to keep your feelings and desires on a very tight leash over the years. Now your current boyfriend has no fear of you and Yudai living together, and you almost questioned if he would even think twice if he caught you and Yudai napping on the couch in one another’s arms—a common recent occurrence on lazy, rainy weekends.
Yudai placed the wine glass back on the table, his eyes locking onto you. “I never said it would be one of your friends. I just said you knew her very well.”
Your skin tingled, and you rushed to stand. You forced a laugh and pointed to the direction of your bedroom. “I’m going to take a shower and change into some pyjamas…”- Your voice trailed off as your mind flashed with an intrusive thought—begging to ask him to shower with you or wait patiently in your room as you busied yourself to look perfect in an attempt to gain his attention, even if it lasted just a second.
As if he could read minds, Yudai stood and held his wine glass, following behind you. You turned to face him as you reached your door, eyebrow raised with suspicion. “Why are you stalking me?”
“I’m going to pick a movie on your TV while you shower. You said it’s movie night so you have to keep your promises,” He sounded defensive, his lips pouted ever so slightly.
“We literally have a huge TV and pull-out bed in the living room,” You began, but his pout only increased at your words as he found himself disliking them the more you talked. You rolled your eyes and grabbed his face with your hand, squeezing his cheeks to force his lips to stick out even more. “You’re such a big baby, you know that?”
“Yeah, your baby,” He managed to get out, his face daring to turn so he could press a kiss to your wrist. You gasped and pulled your hand away from his face.
“Gross, Yudai germs,” You giggled, then turned to finally throw your bedroom door open.
“That’s not what you said a few weeks ago when you were making out with me and basically dry humping me,” Yudai spoke confidently, and your eyes fell wide as you looked around—as if your boyfriend or any other intruding ears could overhear.
“You promised not to talk about that, I’ve been good lately and I haven’t laid a hand on you in… that way ever since,” You defended yourself.
A part of you often lay awake at night after your drunken escapades with Yudai. He never pushed you away, no matter how much you got lost in the feeling of his lips. His hands always remained polite and on your waist, never daring to move in either direction. Surely any other just-a-best-friend would push you away if you kissed them… right? But Yudai… he never did.
“I wish you would,” Yudai said matter of factly before he forced his way into your bedroom. He walked to your bed without a care in the world and placed his wine glass on the bedside table your boyfriend claimed his own, then he threw himself on the bed—the same place your boyfriend slept whenever he slept over, which was not often.
A place you wished was claimed by Yudai instead…
Your phone buzzed from in the drawer where you locked it before your Ikea trip, holding it prisoner for fear you would text your boyfriend in a fit of rage or sadness. Yudai noticed your eyes flicker to the drawer, and he crossed his arms over his chest. “Don’t you fucking dare give in. End it with him.”
You tore your eyes away from the drawer and made your way to your wardrobe. You opened the doors, then you pulled open the top drawer. Your hand reached in and you felt a pair of your favourite lounge ware, a grey coloured super soft set of pyjama shorts and a vest top with pale pink detailing of lace. You threw a look over your shoulder. “You know it’s not that easy,”
And then you disappeared into your en-suite bathroom.
That was one of the best and worst things about your apartment—both bedrooms had their own en-suite bathrooms. You wished there was a joint one sometimes, so you could relish in the scent of his body wash that suffocated the room when he was finished cleaning after his workouts or a long day.
A part of you also hated the idea, you wanted privacy to get lost in the world of Yudai-dreams—dreams of… an intimate nature. Dreams you felt ashamed to be having. Dreams your other friends assured you meant you were in love with Yudai. Dreams that had you delusional, and defensive over your own feelings at the same time.
The kind of dreams you should be having about your boyfriend and not your roommate and best friend.
You turned the shower on and allowed the room to steam up before you stepped in. The warm water hit you like a wave and hugged your body, making you feel comfortable and at ease. You had to remember he was just in the next room though, and you had to keep your hands tasked on only washing your body.
Once you felt clean, you washed your hair and then tied it back, too lazy to dry it properly. Then you made your way back to your bedroom.
Yudai was lazing against the headboard of your bed, and as he looked from the TV screen to you, you suddenly felt self conscious. It didn’t help that your bedroom had a cool air flowing through, hitting your exposed thighs and making you shiver.
You noticed his eyes looked down your body. Noticed how his eyes lingered a bit too long on your thighs. You rushed to sit on your side of your bed, grabbing a pillow to hide your body behind—and to attempt to gain some kind of warmth.
You smiled at Yudai, leaning closer to him to get a better view of the awkwardly angled TV screen. You silently made note to buy yourself a larger one, as out of you both, only you had a TV in your door. Yudai had a gaming PC, but it was out of commission for movies as one of his friends tipped water over the monitor and broke it—and Yudai has still yet to replace it.
“What are we watching?” You asked, your face closer to Yudai’s than you wished for, but you were doing a good job at controlling your inner urges.
“Some romance movie I think, I let Netflix choose one by random,” He replied, his arm snaking around your side to pull you closer.
Your body soon became flush to the side of his, and you wanted to either get up and run away, or sit on his lap and be even closer to him; but you stopped yourself from doing either option. You decided to rest your head on his shoulder, forcing a yawn to pretend you were tired. You just wanted to be close to him, but you couldn’t risk your friendship… Or relationship at that. The one you kept forgetting you were even in.
You watched the movie intently, inwardly cringing when a kissing scene appeared. Your eyes begged to flick to Yudai, to admire his perfect plump lips that you had last kissed a few weeks ago… you had to stop thinking about him like that—you had to forget your feelings for him and at least try to like your boyfriend for once.
As if right on cue, your phone began to buzz again, and you sighed.
You decided you best pick it up or he would call all night long. You pulled away from Yudai and threw your pillow on the floor, then you opened your bedside table a crack to pull the phone out but to ensure your privacy stayed intact. You knew if Yudai saw what you hid in your drawers, he would never let you live it down.
You rushed to shut the drawers, then you tried to slide the button to accept the call but the second your finger touched the green circle, your phone was swiped from your hands and thrown on a pile of nearby recently-cleaned clothes that needed folding and putting away.
You glared at Yudai. "What the fuck was that for?" You asked, rushing to get on your hands and knees so you could climb over him to get to the phone. But the second your left thigh landed on the bed the other side of his, his hands moved to grip your waist tight and hold you in place.
Yudai's eyes looked angry, and his grip was tighter than the soft lingering touches you were used to. You raised an eyebrow, confused by his sudden actions. He couldn't help himself, and his hands pulled your body to be flush against his. You gasped again, but this time you decided not to question him.
You had given in, and for once, you felt like you weren't the only one pushing your hidden desires onto him.
“Don’t answer his call,” Yudai’s voice was small, almost begging. Your eyes softened, and your hands came to rest on his cheeks. His own eyes softened at that, and his lips turned up into a smile.
“I can’t just ignore him all night,” You replied softly, which Yudai did not seem to take too kindly to. His hands tightened on your sides, your hands moving to hold onto his shoulders to support yourself. You felt like he was going to swallow you whole.
“Don’t you fucking dare try to answer his call, or we are over,” Yudai’s voice was louder this time, but somehow deeper. You blinked innocently, surprised.
“Us? Over? We’re roommates, you can’t just move out because I answered a phone call,” You giggled a little, trying to laugh off his reaction as nothing more than a best friend caring for you—being a little too possessive over you.
“I’m not talking about moving out, I’m talking about how you’re my girl,” He over pronounced the word my, which caused you to tilt your head. He leant his head back against the wall with a sigh, and his hands moved from your sides to your thighs. His hands ran up and down slowly, gently. And your self conscious concerns were slowly coming back.
“What do you mean by my girl?” You asked, feeling the intense heat coming off of his body. You still made no effort to pull away from him though, but from the way you shifted on his lap and received a sharp intake of breath, you knew he was about to say something either very hurtful, or something you had been dreaming about for years.
“You can’t really think of us as just friends, right?” Yudai asked, his eyes closed and face still tilted towards the ceiling. You shook your head, but realised he couldn’t see or sense the motion so you muttered a rejection to the statement. “Exactly, we’re basically a fucked up couple and have been for years. But I don’t want to keep denying my feelings or pushing us apart, which is why I’m telling you not to answer his calls. End it with him, leave him.”
“I’ve told you before, it’s not that simple—” You began to which his head shot back to your direction, and his hand slapped your thigh with a slight sting. “What the fuck was that for?” You asked, voice a little too loud, to which he raised an eyebrow. “I can’t just ghost him. I have to end it with him properly, you know I’ve wanted to for a while… I just don’t know how.”
Yudai nodded his head in understanding, one of his hands moving to tangle into your hair while the other thank spanked your thigh rubbed over the pink skin soothingly. “Well we can worry about that later, but how about we have some us time tonight, yeah?” Yudai smirked and even wiggled his eyebrows for added effect.
You laughed at first, but then moved your hands to his shoulders with a serious look on your face. “But then won’t I be cheating?”
“Well…” Yudai began, tilting his head to the side. “If you think about it, from the day we first met, I’ve been claiming you as my girl so technically… you’ve been cheating on me for years.”
You rolled your eyes, the smile back on your lips. “Not sure that’s how it works, but you do you I guess.”
“I’d rather do you,” He murmured, his hand forming a fist to get a good grip on your hair before he leant forward and pressed his lips gently to yours. The all-too-familiar fireworks erupted under your skin, warmth spreading everywhere he touched. You craved him, needed him to survive. It was like you were drowning, and he was your last gasp of fresh air.
You pulled back so you could watch your hands as you slowly slid them from his shoulders, down his chest, then you finally let them find home on his stomach over his shirt. Your fingertips begged to reach under and trace along his skin, but you resisted the urge.
His hand moved up your thigh, the highest it had gone that night, and you flinched. He noticed the action as he had been very intently watching your face and every reaction to how you relished in the feeling of his body being so close to yours, and he couldn’t help but frown. Had your boyfriend said something to make you fear men touching your thighs? The thought alone pissed him off more than he thought possible.
“You okay, angel?” His voice whispered, and you mumbled something at first which he couldn’t quite catch. “Speak up baby, I can’t hear a word you’re saying.”
“I asked can you maybe…” You sighed as you leant your head forward onto his shoulder, closing your eyes. “I’m a bit self conscious about people touching certain parts of my body and my thighs are one of those places,” You explained.
Yudai turned his head to press a kiss against your temple, his fist in your hair loosening as his fingers decided to gently run through it instead. You realised he was trying to soothe you, and you couldn’t help but smile as you turned your head and pressed your face into his neck.
“You’re so fucking cute,” Yudai whispered before he attempted to pull your body back so he could resume kissing you. Your body grew hot at the compliment, and so you rushed to try to hide his eyes from noticing and so you pressed your lips to his first. But firmer this time.
This time, there was almost a sense of urgency behind the kiss. The pressure was firm and your lips moved against each other faster. His hands moved to your thighs again, but the pressure was barely there, as if he was ghosting his hands over your skin. The sensation felt good, a little too good. So you gasped, and Yudai let out a faint chuckle before he took advantage of the situation and intruded your mouth with his tongue.
When you and Yudai made out, it was always messy. Messy, needy, a mess of all your unspoken feelings in a rush to get out. But this time, there was no rush or any unspoken feelings. You knew how he felt about you, and so you were ready to give into it all.
Your hands daringly moved lower on his stomach, reaching under his shirt. You hadn’t intended to insinuate for him to take it off, but that was how he took the action… and you weren’t complaining. Yudai detached from your lips long enough to quickly unbutton his shirt and pull it off before he found home against your lips once again.
His body was radiating warmth, and so one of your arms moved to wrap around his neck as you tried to push your body into his as much as possible. You felt him smile against your lips, and his hand moved higher up your thigh.
Then all of a sudden, hands grip your sides and you were thrown onto your back. You blinked with surprise at the sudden action, looking up at Yudai who now lay between your legs above you. He smiled down at you, eyebrow cocked. “You look a little dazed already baby. Is kissing me that good?”
You nod slowly, too drunk off the feeling of his lips to respond with anything else.
He laughed, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lower lip before he pulled back again. “Then wait until you feel my cock inside you. You’re going to be lost in heaven.”
You laughed and rolled your eyes, the arm that was lazing around his neck moving to his hair to gently tangle in the locks. “You’re pretty confident in yourself, but all I hear are words and no proof.”
Yudai shrugged, his hands moving from your sides to the insides of your knees. “Well I’m more than willing to show you right now if you ask nicely.”
Again, you rolled your eyes to which Yudai tutted. His hands pushed your legs apart and against the bed, this one of them moved to spank the opposite thigh to the one he had earlier. The action caused you to gasp, and you looked down your body to find his slotted against yours as if he was made for you.
“Less attitude, or I’ll have to fuck it out of you,” He threatened.
You pushed your lips closed in a show you were going to listen to his every word, and he couldn’t help but smile and laugh at the action. He leant down and pressed his lips to yours, but kissing you slowly once again. His hand that spanked your thigh did the same as the other one and earlier, gently rubbing the pink skin to ease the slight sting he had caused.
But then his hands daringly slid up your thighs higher, to where the bottom of your shorts sat. Between kisses, you took a sharp intake of breath—one he heard and couldn’t resist but to smirk at. He was relishing in the way your body was reacting to his every touch. God, he wished he had done that sooner.
His fingertips pushed up the bottom of your shorts, delicate and dancing along your skin. You rushed to grab his wrists, pulling back to look into his eyes. “What are we doing?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Well, right now we’re talking instead of kissing like we should be.”
You rolled your eyes once again, earning a slap on your thigh. “Attitude,” He warned to which you let go of his wrists and held your hands up to prove your innocence.
“I meant… we’ve only ever made out before…” Your words trailed off. He nodded in response, then took a few seconds to realise what you were asking. He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows.
“Well, would you like to do more?” He asked, laughing when you gave him a serious, almost stone cold look.
“You know I want to do more,” You replied.
“Well, do I? From what I can tell, I’m the one who has been simping over you all night while you’ve been too bust rolling your eyes or running your mouth,” Yudai responded.
“Please don’t make me get soppy about my feelings right now when your hands are basically under my clothes,” You laughed, Yudai laughing in response before he nodded with agreement. He decided to let it go… for now, he thought.
He leant his head back down, about to shower you in more kisses. You pursed your lips, waiting. But you never felt the pressure hit your lips. Instead, you felt soft lips trail down your jaw, down your neck… You took in a small breath, finding yourself enjoying the feeling as you closed your eyes.
One of Yudai’s hands pulled back from your thigh but instead moved to the front of your shorts, his fingers playing with the strings. He seemed… almost nervous to untie it. You nodded frantically, trying to focus on the feeling of his lips on your collarbones and his fingertips dancing on the inside of your thigh.
He felt the shake of your head so he pulled back and knelt above you, his fingers removed from your skin. His hands both moved to the strings of your shorts, and his eyes remained on yours as he gently pulled the strings. The top of your shorts felt loose, and you lifted your hips in an attempt to help him.
Yudai smiled softly and leant down to kiss your forehead before his fingers reached into the shorts, then he pushed them down your legs and threw them in the direction of the door to save yourself from having to struggle to determine which pile of your clothes were clean and which were dirty.
His fingers moved back to your thighs, resting on the soft inside. Your breath hitched as the self consciousness came back in waves. You looked around for your pillow to try to hide your body once again, and Yudai seemed to catch onto your feelings without you even expressing them.
“Baby,” He whispered, leaning down to brush his lips against your ear. “You look so beautiful, how did I get so lucky.”
You smiled at his words, your hand coming to rest on the back of his neck as your fingers found home to tangle into his hair.
❪ 雪明かり ❫ vampire au established relationship vampire!k x human!reader 750 cw ノ blood and knives mentioned, biting/bite marks, yudai tastes some blood lol (not reader's), mentions of killing someone, yudai is a bit possessive but it's hawt, not proofread 〃 @lexeees ⸝⸝⸝ okay yami is entirely at fault here planted this idea in my brain i could never recover from it so here i am past midnight writing this... / 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
Yudai's thumb runs across your cheek, wiping the scatter of blood that sits there. He leans closer, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You've told him almost ten times to not worry, that it was just a small scratch, but he has a feeling you're not telling the full truth. There's one way to prove it. He studies the red stain on his thumb for a few seconds, first sniffing it before finally bringing it up to his mouth to taste.
He almost gags.
"I knew you were lying," he mutters, coughing out the taste of it. The rusty tang that clings to his tongue tastes foul, the blood no doubt several days old and rotting. It isn't fresh, and more importantly, it isn't yours.
"Who did you kill?" He poses the question seriously without a hint of surprise. You gasp.
"'Who did I kill?' Kei, I didn't touch anyone."
He frowns, not satisfied with that answer. "Did you stab them?"
You sigh, looking away. Yudai has his answer.
"Stab? Really? With a knife?"
"What else would I stab someone with?"
He laughs, "Well, lots of things. A fork, a pen, a fire poker…"
"It was a knife. A kitchen knife," you confess, not brave enough to look him in the eye.
Years ago you made a promise that you would summon him if you were ever in danger. Tonight you had broken that promise, albeit by mistake. But it doesn't ease your guilt. You know how Yudai gets—protective, worried, possessive. You just hope he doesn't find out about the other—
"Is that a bite mark?" He pulls the collar of your shirt down, exposing the bruise that's starting to form underneath your collarbone. A failed attempt at getting to your neck. He breaths, calming the fury that starts to bubble inside at the sight.
"Why didn't you call me?"
This time he sounds defeated, torn halfway between betrayed and heartbroken, like it's his fault that you were ever in danger. He didn't do enough to make sure you were safe.
"I forgot. There wasn't much time when he was lunging at me, and the knife was right there," you trail off, the story sounding more pathetic the more details Yudai pulls out of you. "I can protect myself. You don't have to worry about me all the time. I handled the situation."
His finger traces the outline of the bite. It's faint. If he wasn't already familiar with bites of every shape and size, he would probably miss it. The mark itself is enough to prove your words wrong. In Yudai's eyes its as clear as day. You're sitting in front of him unscathed, but one wrong move and you could have died. He won't take that chance again.
"I worry about you because I couldn't bear to lose you—especially to my own kind," Yudai mutters bitterly, hand now resting on your neck, thumbing over your pulse point gently. A reminder that you are still alive and breathing.
"It didn't even puncture, see? He didn't even get a taste," you reassure, grabbing Yudai's hand with your own, bringing it up to your cheek. "I'm fine. I promise."
He sighs again. He won't fight you on this. Not now at least. He'll bring it up later when you've slept and he's dealt with whatever lowlife vampire dared to make an attempt on you. For now, he nods, letting the situation go and watching your face relax.
He takes a moment to trace your features with his eyes. Your piercing eyes, the round of your cheeks, the dip of your cupid's bow. Your beauty has him breathless every time. He can't resist leaning in and capturing the taste of your lips one more time. Sweet, familiar, like home. You pull him closer like a habit, because he always seems too far away. He maps out your mouth as if he hasn't already memorized every curve and passage. Your tongue draws across one of his fangs—one that you've let taste the joint in your neck too many times to count.
Yudai's nature once bewildered you. You were fascinated by him all those years ago, eager to uncover his secrets. You know them all now. What your mouth once explored with curiosity is now replaced with familiarity. You know Yudai better than you know yourself. He's loved you for years, given you his entire world, and you know he'll be by your side until your dying breath. A vampire's love is eternal.
Hi, can I request enemies to lovers with K? Make it suggestive 😏💕
Extra Credit
Title: Extra Credit
Paring: K x Reader
Genre: Academic Rivals, Enemies to lovers.
Warnings: suggestive
Word count: 2,240
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You hated K.
Well, hate might have been too strong of a word, but if someone asked you to name the one person on campus who could ruin your mood just by walking into a room, the answer would always be the same. K.
He was always there. In every class, every seminar, every group project, always armed with that smug little smirk and the perfect answer ready on the tip of his tongue. Professors loved him, classmates admired him, and you—well, you wanted to strangle him every time his name was mentioned in comparison to yours.
Top of the class. Top scorer on exams. Most likely to graduate with honors. It was always either you or him. And he knew it.
“Still studying? Figures,” K’s voice slid into the empty library like smoke, making your jaw tighten.
It was almost midnight, and you thought you had the study room to yourself. You looked up from your notes to see him leaning casually against the doorframe, hair messy from the late hour, hoodie hanging loose around his frame. He looked far too good for someone who was supposed to be the bane of your existence.
You groaned. “Don’t you have better things to do than follow me around?”
K smirked, stepping inside. “Funny. I was going to ask you the same thing. Or did you think staying late would give you an advantage on tomorrow’s exam?”
Your pen slammed onto the desk. “Some of us actually study because we care, not because we need to show off.”
He chuckled, sliding into the chair across from you like he owned the place. “Mm, sure. And yet somehow, you still can’t beat me.”
The worst part wasn’t his words—it was the fact that he wasn’t wrong. No matter how much you pushed, he was always one step ahead, like he enjoyed watching you chase him.
You glared, shoving your notes aside. “You’re insufferable.”
“And you’re fun when you’re mad,” he shot back smoothly.
Silence settled between you, thick and heavy. You tried to focus, but it was impossible with his eyes on you. He wasn’t even pretending to study—just leaning back in the chair, watching you, like he knew exactly how distracting he was.
“Stop staring,” you muttered.
“Can’t,” he said simply. His voice dropped lower, a little rougher. “You make it too easy.”
Heat crept up your neck, but you refused to let him win. “You’re unbelievable.”
K tilted his head, the smirk softening into something more dangerous. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
You pushed back from the desk, ready to storm out—but he moved first, faster than you expected. His hand shot out, pressing against the edge of the desk, blocking your path. Suddenly, he was leaning over you, close enough that you could see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes.
“Why do you always run away the second it gets interesting?” he asked, voice low, teasing but charged with something heavier.
“I don’t run,” you snapped, though your voice betrayed you, breathless and thin.
K leaned closer still, until his lips hovered just above your ear. “Then prove it.”
Your heart pounded so loudly you swore he could hear it. The room felt suffocating, air thick with tension that had nothing to do with studying. You should have shoved him back, should have thrown another insult in his face—but your body betrayed you, frozen in place, craving the contact you’d denied yourself for so long.
His hand slid from the desk to the back of your chair, fingers brushing the fabric of your sleeve. Not quite a touch—just enough to make your skin burn.
“K…” You hated the way his name came out as more of a whisper than a warning.
“Yeah?” His smirk was gone now, replaced with something raw, something that made your chest ache.
You didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Because he was already closing the gap, his lips ghosting against yours, waiting for permission he didn’t need but still somehow asked for.
The moment you tilted your head—just slightly—he kissed you.
It wasn’t gentle. It was sharp, messy, all teeth and heat and months of pent-up frustration crashing down at once. You grabbed at his hoodie, dragging him closer, and he groaned into your mouth, the sound shooting straight through you.
His hand slid up your arm, fingers curling around the back of your neck as if he was afraid you’d disappear if he didn’t hold you there. The kiss deepened, his tongue brushing against yours in a way that made your knees weak, even though you were still sitting down.
“You drive me insane,” you muttered against his lips when you finally pulled away, breathless.
K laughed, low and husky, before diving back in, kissing you again like he couldn’t get enough. “Good,” he whispered between kisses. “Because you do the same to me.”
Your back hit the edge of the desk as he leaned closer, crowding into your space, hands roaming in hesitant, hungry touches. Every brush of his fingers against your waist, every press of his lips down your jawline, sent sparks racing under your skin.
It was reckless. It was wrong. And yet you couldn’t stop.
When he finally pulled back, lips swollen and cheeks flushed, he rested his forehead against yours, breathing hard. His voice was a low growl. “Guess we found a better way to settle who’s on top.”
You rolled your eyes, though the effect was ruined by the way your chest was still heaving. “You’re impossible.”
“And yet…” His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, eyes dark and unreadable. “…you didn’t stop me.”
Silence hung heavy again, but this time it wasn’t anger that filled it—it was possibility. Dangerous, addictive, inevitable.
Because maybe, just maybe, K wasn’t just your rival.
Maybe he was the one person who could keep up with you in every way that mattered.
And as his lips found yours again, hungrier than before, you knew you were in trouble.
The kind of trouble you didn’t want to escape from.
♡ Sort-of-kind-of-Boyfriend!K x Afab!Reader x Former Flame!Fuma
♡ Summary: K is the perfect... what would you call him? Boyfriend? FWB? Neither feel quite right. But he's perfect. You just didn't know how perfect he was until he gave you a once in a lifetime opportunity with a former flame that you never quite got out of your head... that also happens to be one of his friends.
♡ WC: 7.6k
♡ Content: threesome but no mxm contact, variations of the word 'fuck' used literally 42 times, pet names, a singular 'good girl' mention (it's fuma leave me alone), oral (m. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), unprotected sex (be smart), creampie x2, lil bit of dumbification, dirty talk, fuma and k talking about reader as if she isn't there (objectifying her but she loves it), clit play, breast play, maybeee a bit of humiliation if you're easily embarrassed, reader is wearing a skirt, reader has at least shoulder length hair, fuma can lift reader (fuma can lift anything lbr), only half proofread but tbh i never proofread anything
One of your favorite things about dating K is that he’s always down. Any time, anywhere, any thing.
You’ve been seeing each other for a few months now–it’s not exactly a romance, but it’s not exactly friends with benefits either. You go on dates, have fun together, have sleepovers, have sex. You guess it’s called ‘casual dating.’ You’re not trying to be the love of each others’ lives, but from what you’ve gathered, neither of you is seeing anyone else either. It’s nice. There’s no pressure, no competition for each other’s time or attention. Just a lot of good time spent together smiling and laughing and fucking.
You weren’t planning on seeing each other tonight. K had plans to hang out with one of his friends and you were probably going to stay at home, taking a long, steamy bath while you wished you were in K’s bed instead.
That is until you overheard a coworker talking about a new romance movie showing at the cinema.
To anyone else, texting your sort-of kind-of boyfriend to see a romance movie with you in the middle of the work day would sound like a sweet date.
You and K aren’t anyone else.
Since you’ve been dating, you’ve made a hobby out of watching cheesy romance movies to laugh and recreate the scenes in an obscenely over-the-top manner that the movies definitely don’t deserve. They’re really very nice, most of the time. But it’s much more fun to pick them apart and over exaggerate their often unrealistic plot lines. You’ve found yourselves laughing on your apartment floor more than a couple times doing just that.
You really didn’t expect K to agree to go. You only texted him about it today (read: last minute) and he already told you earlier in the week that he had plans tonight. Fortunately, you’re dating an impressive man that has all the energy needed to make time for everything when necessary. He agreed to go as long as you were okay with knowing that you would be going home separately this time. Neither of you were particularly thrilled about this “going home separately” business, but sometimes concessions must be made.
You stumble out of the cinema with K’s hand in yours, both of you giggling like you share a secret. You got a lot of new material from this movie, all while being fed popcorn by the one person that seems to make you excited to be alive. He looks gorgeous when he’s joyous like this–eyes glittering as he looks at you, almost watering from laughing so hard. He stands in front of you, holding both hands now, and leans down to give you a kiss. It’s a i-wish-we-could-spend-more-time-together-tonight kiss. Your lips agree.
He pulls back to pull his phone out of his pocket just enough to check the time. He almost scowls at it. It feels good knowing that he doesn’t want to leave you either.
“You shouldn’t have made me come out with you tonight. Now I don’t want to go.” He finally says the words out loud as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.
You turn your head and gently bite the flesh of his palm, making him smirk. “So don’t.”
K is quiet for a few moments, trailing his fingers over your jaw and up the underside of your chin. He’s thinking about it.
He eventually sighs with a playful smile, pulling you closer to him by your chin as he leans in to kiss you again. “Always so tempting.”
He releases you and looks down at his phone again. You presume someone texted him because he looks around and waves at a car parked somewhere behind you. Damn. Not tempting enough.
“Walk me to the car.” He’s grinning as he says this, eating up the opportunity to have you be chivalrous. Without giving you a choice in the matter, he takes your hand and pulls you with him, walking backwards as he makes cute faces at you. Buttering you up for when he eventually leaves. Of course, it’s working.
As the two of you close in on the car parked by the sidewalk, you see the driver’s side door open and close. You’re paying too much attention to K to take proper notice of who’s walking towards K, only vaguely registering that it’s a man with sandy colored hair.
K sees him before you do somehow–despite literally facing the opposite direction. You guess it’s because K was mindful of his presence already and you, frankly, couldn’t care less about anyone’s presence but K’s right now. K spins around as he and the man meet near the passenger side door of the car, tugging you along with him. “Y/n, this is–”
Fuma.
You didn’t hear K say his name. You didn’t need to. Your ears started ringing the second you registered the man’s face. Fuma.
Fuma seems to have had a similar response because he doesn’t move to shake your hand or say anything. He’s just looking at you, leaning against the side of the car with his arms crossed. I’ll let you take this one, he seems to be saying. Are you going to pretend to be strangers or are you going to tell K the truth?
The truth is that about seven months ago, Fuma was your man of choice. You weren’t in a relationship, but god did you want to be. You both did, you’re pretty sure.
You went on about four dates with him. You didn’t do much talking between dates–just a few texts here and there during the day–but those dates… They were all-consuming.
Being out with Fuma felt like being in a trance. That’s the only way you can think of to describe it. The way he looked at you so intently–with purpose. The way he so gingerly helped you out of the car or lifted you into his arms when your heel broke outside the nice restaurant you were leaving. The way he didn’t need to fill the silence when he was with you because you could communicate perfectly just with your eyes. The way you desperately wanted him to spin you around and fuck you on the hood of his car instead of letting you go back into your apartment alone. Again.
You never did have sex with Fuma and that was not by choice. God, you don’t think you’ve ever wanted anyone to fuck you as bad as you wanted Fuma to fuck you. Just being in his presence was enough to have your panties sticking to you. Just the possibility that he could choose to sleep with you was so exciting that you almost didn’t care that he never did. Well, okay, that’s not entirely true. You really wanted to sleep with him. But the “will they, won’t they” was a good high too.
You wish you two stopped seeing each other for some reason that would make you less attracted to him at this moment, but regrettably, that’s not the case. The only reason you stopped seeing each other is because he got really busy with some work stuff you don’t exactly know the details about and the texts slowed and slowed until they stopped altogether.
If you’d had it your way, you never would’ve stopped seeing him.
Now? You still feel similarly, but you wouldn’t trade what you have with K for anything. You wish you would’ve had a bit more time with Fuma before meeting K and you wish you didn’t still feel your pussy throb at the sight of him, but K is, without a doubt, your priority now. You intend to make that crystal clear to your traitorous body.
You smile politely at Fuma who is clearly fighting off a smirk in return. His gaze drops down your body before meeting your eyes again. It’s quick enough that K doesn’t notice it. In fairness, K has no reason to be looking for it. Not yet.
But the worst part is the way Fuma is looking at you now.
You swallow thickly, the fire behind his eyes so hot that you can feel yourself getting third degree burns even from a few feet away. You can’t remember him ever looking at you like this. Sure, there were times where he looked at you like he wanted to kiss you more or maybe even see what you had going on beneath your clothes, but it was never like this. He looks like he wants to eat you alive, enjoying his feast the whole way through.
Fuck.
“Hi,” you manage to get out. You need to say something before K realizes that you and Fuma are playing a little game he’s not privy to. It’s also vague… it doesn’t imply that you know each other nor does it imply that you’re strangers. It’s just… hi.
“Hello,” Fuma says, his voice low. That mother fucker. The only other time you’ve heard him use that voice was after your last date. You’d called him not long after he dropped you off at home to tell him you had a good time and to drop hints that you wanted him to take you home with him next time. Being the smart man that he is, Fuma didn’t need any help picking up those hints. You knew he understood your coy attempts by the way he’d said you’re going to look so pretty when you sleep here as he got into his own bed. In that stupid fucking voice that’s making your knees quake even now.
“Dude?” You turn at the sound of K’s voice to find his head cocked as he looks curiously at Fuma, then at you, then at Fuma. He’s smiling like he’s not in on the joke–amused but so very confused.
“What?” Fuma asks, brows raised in what you’d call challenge.
K hesitates for a moment. Maybe he can sense the vibe between you two too. “Am… Am I missing something here? I’ve never heard your voice like that, dude.”
Fuma glances towards you, giving you the chance to sort out what’s quickly becoming something of a mess. K’s eyes follow his gaze. His brows raise as he stares at the side of your face.
“Okay, what’s going on? This is so weird.”
Your throat feels tight. It really shouldn’t be a big deal that you and Fuma used to see each other before you met K. You were single and it’s not like you knew K was friends with Fuma when you started seeing him. You and K are… well, you’re not sure what you are. But you’re not exactly in a committed relationship. At least, you don’t think so. So why is it so hard for you to just tell him the truth?
Because you still want Fuma to fuck you as badly as you did then, your brain bluntly spells out for you.
Obviously, you can’t say that.
You clear your throat, a sheepish smile curling on your lips as you look at K. “Oh, nothing. It’s just that… we know each other.”
K’s head cocks again, more curious.
“We dated,” Fuma clarifies.
K’s looking at Fuma again now. He looks like he’s waiting for Fuma to tell him it’s all a joke, but he never does.
To your surprise, K just starts laughing.
“Oh, thank god. You guys were being so weird I thought something was really wrong.” His arm slinks around your shoulder.
Okay…
Not wanting to ruin your apparent get out jail free card, you laugh too. Fuma throws in a chuckle as well. All of you seem to be relieved.
Why does this feel weird?
K is looking down at you adoringly, dropping his head to kiss your forehead before turning back to Fuma.
“So, what? Was it just like one date or… Oh my god, did you guys sleep together?” He’s laughing as he asks. He really doesn’t care.
Unless this is him being hysterical before he snaps.
But you don’t think so.
Your cheeks feel warm at this question. The answer is obviously no, but if he would’ve asked if you wanted to sleep together, well…
“No,” Fuma answers. You’re grateful that he seems to be taking the lead here. You’re feeling a combination of arousal and nerves that’s making it hard to think straight.
“I was being a gentleman. She only just escaped me.”
Your mouth goes dry at those words. What the fuck does that mean?
Did he want you just as badly? Was he restraining himself for your benefit? Why is that so hot? Why is that so fucking frustrating? ‘Escaped?’ What was he going to do to you on your next date? Is the offer still on the table?
Shut up, y/n. It doesn’t matter.
K sputters out yet another laugh, this one born of disbelief.
“Maybe that’s where you went wrong, dude. I didn’t do that and here we are.”
Your jaw literally drops and K sees it in his peripheral vision.
“Fuck, y/n. I didn’t mean anything by that. You know that, right? I was just messing around.”
Really, you’re not mad. He’s right. Back then, you were desperate for Fuma to stop being such a gentleman. If only he was as good at reading you as K seems to be.
“I know, I know. Don’t worry. I’m not upset.” You smile at him, your fingers playing with his as they drape over your shoulder.
“Is he right?”
Your eyes widen. You look at Fuma. He doesn’t seem to be joking.
“What?”
“Is he right?” Fuma repeats. “Should I have been less of a gentleman?”
What do you even say right now? Answering that would feel like disrespecting K in front of his face. You look at him for guidance, your eyes screaming help. Tell your friend to chill out. Tell him it’s none of his business. Tell him it doesn’t matter now.
K gestures towards Fuma with his free hand, giving you a single nod as if to say go ahead, answer him.
“Uh, I–” You’re struggling to put together a response that’s somehow honest but respectful but clear at the same time.
“Yeah. Kinda. I guess.”
God, you sound like such a dumbass, don’t you? You were going for nonchalant, noncommittal. Instead, you sound like a blubbering idiot.
They both laugh. You don’t know what reaction you were expecting, but you weren’t expecting them to laugh.
“Dude, she was waiting for you to make a move. You’re such an idiot!”
“Excuse me for trying to be respectful.”
“Respectful? Respect her wishes!”
“Okay, okay. Yeah. I dropped the ball.”
“BIG time.”
You’re listening to them go back and forth, feeling like you’re in the twilight zone. This is all so bizarre.
“Fuck, dude. You really missed out.”
You bite into your bottom lip at K’s words. Other women in your shoes might feel offended by the two of them talking like this, but you’re not those women.
You feel fucking powerful.
Two of the hottest, most interesting men in the world talking about how much they want you? How good it is to have you like that?
Fucking yum.
K is gazing at you, his eyes showing you that he’s replaying every time you’ve slept together in his head. He takes your jaw lightly in his hand, brushing his thumb over it as he gives you a sneak peek at the inner desires of his mind, his eyes holding yours hostage. “She’s fucking incredible.”
You shift on your feet, feeling that familiar stick between your thighs.
Fuma hums. “I bet she is.”
A grin forms on K’s face–proud, cocky.
He lifts your gaze further, his hand tilting your jaw up–more of a show that you’ll let him handle you than anything else. “Tell me, y/n. Do you wish you would’ve slept together?”
“K–”
“Just tell me the truth, pretty. I won’t be mad.”
A moment of silence.
Then two.
Then three.
“I–yeah.”
God, you feel like you could fall off the face of the earth right now.
K hums this time, a small smirk twitching at the corner of his lips. You’re not sure if he’s pleased by your honesty or pleased by the answer itself. You don’t dare look at Fuma.
“Good, baby. I appreciate your honesty.” He leans down to press a chaste kiss to your lips, his hand never releasing its hold on your jaw.
He gives a sidelong glance to Fuma and looks back at you.
“Would you want to… now? If I brought him back to my place with us?”
Fucking what?!
Sensing your confusion in the slackening of your jaw and the way your eyes round, K chuckles softly and elaborates. “I’m not trying to trick you.” His hand moves from your jaw to card through your hair, surely trying to relax you. “It seems like you two have… unfinished business.” A playful smile. “I don’t mind letting him see what he’s been missing–what I get to have.”
You must be dreaming. No, you’re just full-on hallucinating at this point.
“That is, if you want to. And if he wants to… but I know the fucker. He wants to.”
K glances towards Fuma and raises his brow, proving how well he knows him when Fuma rolls his eyes but nods his head.
This is what wet dreams are made of.
You exhale a shaky breath, not realizing you were holding one. “K, I don’t think–”
“Don’t think. Don’t use your head, baby. Do you want it?” K’s fingers glide over your scalp and down the back of your neck, your head instinctively tilting up to him, baring yourself to him. “Yes or no? Quick.”
“Yes.”
“There we are.”
K’s lips find yours again, this time kissing you properly. You sigh into his mouth as he tilts his head, feeling like you’re so deeply embedded in a fantasy world you never want to return from. You risk opening your eyes to peek at Fuma who is not-so-secretly using this moment to ogle your body. Fuck, you love how it feels when he looks at you like that. You lock eyes for a moment and he winks at you.
How does he still look so casual? Does nothing get under his skin?
K gently tugs on your bottom lip as he breaks the kiss, giving you one last reassuring peck before standing up straight again.
“Alright, well, that settles it.”
You and Fuma are both just standing there, letting K dictate every move. You get the feeling that Fuma isn’t usually one to let anyone else run the show, but he’s smart enough to play his cards right when presented with an opportunity this good.
“Fuma, keys.” K holds up his hand, waiting for Fuma to toss them. Fuma doesn’t toss them right away, needing an explanation. With a lighthearted scoff, K grins. “You’re going to sit in the back with y/n. It’s probably best for you two to… warm up… to each other, don’t you think?”
Your heart is in your ass. You really need someone to pinch you.
Without a word, Fuma tosses K his keys.
K’s hand slides down your forearm, lacing his fingers through yours. “Let me know if you get uncomfortable at any point, okay?” He murmurs, giving your hand a squeeze. When you nod, he opens the back door of Fuma’s car, helping you in, making sure you sit in the middle seat. He kisses your forehead again and gives your thigh a squeeze just below your skirt before retreating to the sidewalk.
You hear K talking to Fuma, but you can’t quite make out what they’re saying–partially because you can’t hear with all the noise outside and partially because your heart is racing in your ears. None of this feels real. You’re in an unfamiliar car–the car that belongs to a man you used to date–and you’re about to be on your way to your current boyfriend(?)’s apartment so you can presumably fuck them both. Reality could never be this good.
You have to glance at yourself in the rearview mirror to assure yourself this is real, but you don’t believe yourself.
The light in the car shifts, alerting you to Fuma sliding into the backseat next to you. He’s already focused on you when K shuts the door behind him, his eyes on yours. You stare at each other, seemingly accepting this reality at the same time, only breaking eye contact when the driver’s door closes in front of you.
You both look up, meeting K’s eyes in the rearview mirror. He’s smiling in a cheeky way that makes you want to both smack and kiss him.
“Pretend I’m not here,” he says, waving his hand. “Well… don’t. But do. You know what I mean.”
K’s easygoing attitude is really helping to loosen some of the knots in your belly, though they’re only replaced with more knots–anticipatory knots. You’ll take those, though.
You welcome those.
Fuma takes the request at face value, moving closer to you in small scoots until his thick thigh is pressed against the outer side of yours. Your stomach does a little flip that you hope Fuma doesn’t pick up on.
“Is this okay?” He asks, moving your hair behind your shoulder closest to him with a sweep of his finger.
You nod, you smile. Fuma smiles.
“That’s good,” he rumbles, dipping his head down to press a soft kiss to your jaw just in front of your ear. “You look gorgeous tonight, y/n.”
“T-thank you,” you stutter out, goosebumps spreading over your body at his nearness.
“Mm,” he hums in response. “Can you look at me?”
You turn your head slowly, thrilled but nervous. Fuma’s gaze settles on your lips, tracing them. He lifts his gaze back to yours and leans in, slotting his lips with yours as his hand finds its way to your waist.
Okay, so we’re not wasting any time with pleasantries. That’s fine. The two of you wasted more than enough time those months ago.
You melt into Fuma’s kiss, your hand catching the front of his shirt at his chest. He kisses you slow for minutes, you’re sure, never once using his tongue. His hand kneads down your waist to your hip, gripping. Your mouth parts in a silent gasp, effectively breaking the kiss.
Fuma chuckles, giving your hip a squeeze. “It’s that easy, huh?”
You should be fucking mortified but instead you’re wet. Soaking wet.
Fuma’s eyes drag down your body, removing his hand from you so there’s no buffer for his line of sight. Once he reaches your feet, they make their way back up, his hand sliding onto the top of your thigh. He rubs your knee for a fleeting moment before wrapping his hand over you, his fingertips resting on the inside of your lower thigh. He catches your gaze with his own, seeking out your reaction.
He only finds a spark of anticipation in your eyes, much to his delight.
Fuma leans in towards you again, this time hovering his lips near your ear. “You like that, right?” He’s asking but he already knows the answer. The way your skin jumps under his palm would give you away even if you tried to lie. He slides his hand up a smidge, continuing to speak directly into your ear. “You wanted me to touch you like this all those times, didn’t you? Why didn’t you tell me?”
Your face feels like it’s on fire at the question. You didn’t expect him to put you on the spot.
“I just– I–”
“You just what, baby?” He’s both tender and provocative. His hand slides up further, dragging the hem of your skirt along with it.
“I guess I… I wanted you to want me so badly that you couldn’t help yourself.” Your eyes widen as the words come out of your mouth. You can’t believe you were so honest. You hadn’t intended to be.
True to character, Fuma doesn’t flinch at the blurted confession. He chuckles, his hand stopping its movement up your thigh to grip it, gently pulling it away from the other. Spreading you.
“If only you knew, y/n.”
You’re about to pass out. Your heart is beating out of your chest and you feel so drunk-dizzy and you haven’t gotten close to having everything you want tonight.
Luckily, K comes to your rescue. The sound of his voice is almost sobering but not quite. You had forgotten he was even there. It kinda makes you feel like shit but you kinda don’t care too much about being a decent person right now.
“What color panties is she wearing for us today?” is what K says.
You glare at K through the rearview mirror as if he didn’t just make your pussy flutter with excitement. He’s smug.
“Let’s see.” Fuma is speaking loud enough for K to hear now.
Fuma’s hand slides the rest of the way up your thigh, pooling your skirt at your waist. Your fingers curl into the backseat as you experience embarrassment laced with an addictive sensation you can’t quite put your finger on. Your spread thighs do nothing to hide your panties from either man.
“Looks like blue,” Fuma states much too matter-of-factly. His voice drops when he adds, “See through little things. You should see the wet spot on her.” He brushes said spot with the back of his knuckles, barely grazing.
You’re horrified when a needy moan immediately slips out of your mouth like it was just waiting to be released.
K tsks but he’s licking his lips in the rearview mirror. Fuma is smirking, spreading your thighs wider.
“You really can’t wait, can you?” He teases, pulling your closest leg over his own. He rests his palm on your inner thigh, rubbing it up and down, getting within millimeters of your dampened panties but never touching that little spot again. You exhale a frustrated breath, your back arching slightly as you fight the urge to lift your hips and press against his hand yourself.
“Fuck, I love when she gets like that,” K rasps from up front.
“It’s cute,” Fuma agrees.
You take a deep breath, leaning your head back against the seat as you close your eyes. It’s too soon to be acting like a cat in heat. Even if that’s what you feel like right now.
Taking pity on you, Fuma gives you a little something to get you by. You feel him take your hand and place it over the crotch of his pants. You can tell that’s where you are by the cold metal of his zipper. Your fingers instinctively curl, a small hiss of delight leaving you when you feel that he’s hard beneath the fabric. He guides your hand, encouraging you to rub him, to feel what will soon be yours.
“Soon, pretty,” with a nip at your earlobe.
“Sooner than you think,” K adds.
You open your eyes to investigate K’s words, relieved when you see K pulling into the parking garage of his apartment complex. You laugh breathlessly, the delicious absurdity of the situation making you feel weightless.
K parks the car and gets out to open the back door for you. Fuma fixes your skirt and K offers you his hand, pulling you to meet him for a brief kiss before closing the door. He looks at you for a second, checking to make sure you’re still okay, and nods, placing your hand in Fuma’s when he makes his way around. K falls back, letting Fuma lead you ahead of him, watching.
Like everything else, it feels bizarre to have K just watch you be with another man, but like everything else, you like it. A lot.
K only moves ahead of you to unlock the door to his place.
K steps aside to let you inside first, Fuma leading you directly to K’s sectional. You can tell by the way he moves that he’s been here many times before and that makes your stomach twist excitedly. You never knew all the times you spent the night and the morning with K that the hypnotic man that escaped you had been here too. You’re surprised you couldn’t smell him–that’s how much you wanted him. How much you still want him.
Fuma doesn’t let go of your hand until he reaches the couch, turning to face you. Your heart freezes in your chest. He gives you a small smile and holds eye contact with you as he takes a seat in the middle of the couch. His hands find the backs of your thighs and gently pull forward until you’re straddling him, your hands on his shoulders with a soft oof.
Fuma’s hands slide up the back of your thighs beneath your skirt, fingers playing with the hem of your panties. “Did you wear pretty panties like this for me?” He whispers the question against your lips but never kisses them.
You nod. You feel the couch sink next to you and glance over to see K watching you two. He’s enjoying this–flaunting you to Fuma.
Fuma’s hands work themselves underneath your panties, taking each cheek in a sandy palm. “Such a pretty fucking thing,” he mumbles against your ear as your gaze is still locked on K. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you’d swear K can tell by the way he smirks at you.
Surely he just knows what gets to you.
You reach for K’s crotch, index finger and thumb pulling at his zipper. You’re so fucking grateful for him right now. You can’t make him feel left out.
K lifts a brow and grins, taking it upon himself to finish opening up his pants.
“This what you want, baby?” He asks, fishing his cock out of boxers, stroking it as he watches your pupils dilate.
Yes. No. I want it inside of me. But yes. Fuck, yes.
You’re nodding but before you can answer him properly, Fuma is turning your cheek with his hand, devouring your lips the moment they reach his. You moan into his mouth, your hips involuntarily rocking against his lap, seeking something, anything to relieve your aching need. Fuma echoes your moan with a groan of his own, his hands settling on your hips to guide you–back and forth in his lap, back and forth against the throbbing erection in his pants.
“Lay over my lap, gorgeous.” A simple order from Fuma as his lips break from yours.
You do as you’re told, sliding off of Fuma’s lap onto the couch beside him. You get on your knees first and stretch yourself out, draping your body across his thighs, your cheek resting on K’s knee.
“Listening so well tonight, aren’t you, baby?” K praises, petting your hair affectionately.
“Yeah,” you say. “You’re so good to me,” you say.
K’s eyes sparkle at you in a similar way as when you exited the cinema earlier, but the mood feels much heavier with his hand stroking his cock in your face.
The good kind of heavy, of course.
Intense is probably the right word.
Fuma’s hands are readily exploring your lower body–wandering over the backs of your legs, pushing your skirt up to your waist, dipping between your soft thighs to rub the wet spot on your panties.
“A–aah,” you gasp.
Both men are chuckling, sharing a look with each other before training their attention back on you.
“So cute when you’re all sensitive,” K coos.
“So. Fucking. Tempting.” Fuma echoes, fingers prying your panties aside. His fingers make direct contact with your slippery core, hissing when his fingertip prods at your entrance only to find out that he could easily slip it inside you right now without any resistance. “Y/n, fuck. If you want something, you better tell me. You remember what happens when you keep it to yourself.”
Not. Fucking. Ever. Again.
You take a deep breath as you look at Fuma, finding it hard to regulate such a natural bodily function when your body only seems to care about being filled. Your hand reaches back, circling Fuma’s wrist as his pads continue to skate through your glossy folds. “I want your fingers in me,” you tell him with heated cheeks. “Wanna finally know what it feels like.”
“That’s a good girl,” Fuma rumbles, instantly rewarding your obedience with his middle finger, your walls gripping the single digit.
“Oh my god,” you breathe out, your eyelids fluttering. You don’t know if it’s the physical sensation or the idea of Fuma’s fingers being inside of you that you like more.
“She loves being fingered. Gets my wrist fucking soaked,” K volunteers.
Your pussy clenches again and Fuma clicks his tongue.
“Seems she also loves it when you talk about her like that.” Fuma inserts a second finger easily, his free hand moving under the front of your body and pushing up until you arch yourself for him. His fingers are pumping rhythmically inside you, occasionally but irregularly curling inside you so you’re never prepared for the extra bit of ecstasy. “You like having two men throbbing over you, don’t you?”
You nod eagerly, your mouth hanging open as you push back against Fuma’s fingers, fucking yourself on them as much as he’s fucking you with them.
K takes notice of your open mouth and takes hold of your face, tracing your lips with his thumb. He dips it inside, watching as you immediately close your lips around it, suckling. Just like he thought.
“I’ve got a good use for that open mouth, pretty.”
K’s hand pulls you forward, eyes silently telling you exactly what he wants, not that you had any questions. His hand is brushing your hair out of your face as you lower your head and snake your tongue out to taste the head of his cock. His hips buck at first contact and you moan, salivating over how sensitive he seems to be over all of this too.
You take K’s cock in your mouth, determined to make him feel better than ever for letting you have this night. This experience. You fight like hell to keep your focus on tonguing and sucking and swallowing his cock despite the way you’re trembling in Fuma’s lap, the wet sounds of his fingers plunging into you filling the small space the three of you share.
It’s impossible, but fuck if you’re not trying.
You watch through watery, dreamy eyes as K’s head falls back against the couch, lids low as he watches you in awe. You’re trying so hard to not be overwhelmed by your own pleasure that you don’t even notice when Fuma starts moving–not really. You knew your body was being moved but you didn’t really know what was happening.
You feel Fuma’s hand travel up your spine, palming the back of your neck. “You feel that, y/n?” He asks, rubbing what you can only imagine is the head of his cock against the soaked through fabric of your panties. You moan around K’s cock, nails curling into the top of K’s thigh. Fuma laughs and your panties are rolling down your legs.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you, y/n,” Fuma says, the head of his cock pushing against your entrance without ever breaching it. “If you tell me, you can have it. I know how much you want it.”
You whine around K’s cock, feeling impatient and a little frustrated that Fuma isn’t already inside you. You pull off of K, panting and licking your lips to compose yourself just enough to speak.
“Fuma, please don’t tease me,” you whine, purposefully poutier than you’d usually be. One thing you know from dating Fuma is that he can’t find it in himself to deny you anything. Your hand is pumping K, never allowing him to be forgotten. He thrusts up into your palm, his quiet grunting background noise to the back and forth between you and Fuma. “Please fuck me. Please. I want it. Want you inside me.”
“How could I ever say no when you sound so sweet begging me for it?” Fuma teases and praises, dragging his cockhead up and down your slit a few more times. “I’d give you anything your little heart desires.” Fuma pushes himself inside you, slowly inching himself inside to allow you to accommodate him, though it’s not difficult when you’re already dripping buckets onto the couch. He’s groaning the whole way through, his hands digging into your hips harshly for restraint.
“Fuck, she feels so good. You lucky son of a bitch.”
K laughs, tightening your hand around his cock as he fucks into it more aggressively at Fuma’s words. “Yeah, you’re a real fucking idiot for fumbling her.”
Fuma starts with slow thrusts, testing your limits surely, wanting to get a feel for what you’re willing to take. K’s hand guides your drooping head up to look at him, thumb brushing your cheek soothingly. “Can I have that pretty mouth back, baby?”
Of course. Anything for you. Are you kidding?
Instead of answering in a slur like you know would happen, you lean forward again, taking K’s cock back into your mouth. You suckle on the tip, drag your tongue along the sides, push him further down your throat than you can stand. His hands comb through your hair, massage your jaw, wipe at the saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth. He’s cursing and moaning and telling you how you couldn’t be more fucking perfect for him.
All while another man is fucking you.
His friend, to be clear.
Fuma’s thrusts are calculated and deep, finding that spot inside you as if he’s visited it a million times before. He’s rough but in a way that says I know you can handle this. He’s fast now. He’s driving himself into you with such ferocity that you’ve barely recovered from the last thrust before he’s overwhelming you with the next.
He’s reducing you to a moaning, shaking mess, that’s what he is. He’s about to make you come, that’s what he is.
K notices you struggling to blow him, noting the all too familiar signs of your approaching orgasm. “It’s okay, baby. Don’t worry about me. I’ll have my turn.” He pulls your face up and leans down to meet it, silencing a strangled moan with a kiss. He falls back against the couch again, taking over the job of tending to his cock–stroking it as he watches the sight unfolding before him.
Fuma leans over your back, his hand wrapping around your throat. He holds you up against his chest, sharp thrusts punctuating his words spoken low against your ear. “You take it so well, y/n. I can feel the way you’re squeezing me. You want to come for me, don’t you? In front of your boyfriend, right? That gets you off, right?”
You’re glitching at this point, your mind breaking euphorically. You’re nodding as much as you can with Fuma having you in his hold so securely, moaning and panting and whimpering. The three of you are all watching each other, though you are clearly the star of the show. “S-so good,” you stutter. “Feels s’good.”
Fuma hums his approval in your ear, his thrusts reaching a point of punishing. “You feel so good around me, baby,” he says, his breath heavy. You can tell he’s close too by the way his thrusts lose some of their control, getting sloppier as he chases that feeling of release. “Gonna come inside your pretty pussy, baby,” he says.
And to be honest, that’s all it takes.
You’ve been dreaming about the day Fuma does exactly like that. So who could blame you when the words alone send you over the edge–send you reaching for K’s hand for stability as you come on Fuma’s cock?
Your orgasm blacks out your vision and you squeeze K’s hand for grounding. He squeezes back and you can hear Fuma losing control behind you, managing a handful more thrusts before his own body stutters, his own orgasm coloring your insides.
He keeps thrusting as you both try to clear your hazy heads, slowing his hips and focusing on decorating your neck with kisses much softer than the way he fucked you.
“That’s my pretty girl,” K muses, lovingly tracing your cheek with his fingers. His other hand is still stroking his cock but slower now, despite its pulsing need. You nuzzle against his hand and he coos, his eyes softening despite their hunger.
“Fuma?” K calls.
“Mm?” Fuma answers.
“Sit her on my cock.”
Now when they talk about you like you’re not here, it feels like they’re doing it because they know you can’t speak for yourself. Not at the moment. Not when they’ve gotten you this cockdrunk.
You let Fuma gather your body in his strong arms, getting only a little bashful because you can feel the mess between your thighs all too clearly when you’re not plugged up by his cock. He kisses the side of your head as he lifts you, passing you off into K’s waiting, outstretched arms.
K settles you on his lap, whispering words of encouragement and praise into your ear as he plugs the hole Fuma occupied only moments ago. So good for us. So fucking pretty like this. Feels good not having a single thought in your pretty head, mm? My pretty girl deserves another orgasm, doesn’t she?
You feel like jelly in K’s lap, trusting the two beautiful men surrounding you to take care of your and your body. Everything feels so good right now. Everything feels like too much right now. You never want it to end.
You whimper as you lean your head back against K’s chest, grinding your hips in a desperate effort to take his cock properly. He tsks, one hand holding your hip in place. “No, baby. Let me. Just sit there and feel good for me, okay?”
K motions for Fuma to kneel on the ground in front of you with a wave of his hand and you might be surprised when Fuma follows his lead if you were capable of using your brain at the minute.
He really wants to take care of me, you’d think. My pleasure is important to him, you’d be delighted to know.
As Fuma makes himself comfortable on the ground between your spread thighs, K is pumping himself up into you. “Did you miss my cock, baby?” He’s asking, not expecting an answer. Already knowing the answer. His hands are pushing your top up above your breasts, groping them and tweaking your nipples between his fingers.
“Look at her. She’s fantastic,” K tells Fuma. “Cant believe you fucked her before you even got to see these.”
K must mouth something to Fuma because he goes from looking over your shoulder to rubbing your clit, watching as K’s cock enters you over and over.
You’re so sensitive right now and every single thing they say and do is making it worse. You’re whining but you’re not sure for what anymore. You don’t want it to stop. You want more. It’s already overstimulating. You don’t want it to stop. “K, please,” you manage.
“Please what, baby?” He asks, nuzzling his nose against your jaw. His thrusts pick up in speed and intensity–he knows exactly what. “You want to come again, baby? Is that it?”
Fuma starts to wiggle his thumb on your clit in tighter, quicker circles at the mere mention of you wanting an orgasm and you squirm on K’s lap, moans pitching up to pathetic levels.
“It’s okay, baby. You can come for me.” K soothes, one hand still fondling your breast as the other holds your hip for leverage, pounding into you from beneath. His own breathing is ragged and you know he’s close too.
Frankly, he’s been dying to come inside you since he was in your mouth.
“K-K–” You whisper, eyebrows knit in the middle. It’s a feeble attempt at expressing just how good you feel right now. How he’s everything you could have ever wanted and he feels perfect inside you and you’re going to come.
And you do.
Fuma doesn’t stop rubbing your clit as you come, pressing down firmly when he sees it happening, jumping at the chance to add to your pleasure. He’s watching you like you’re a once in a lifetime experience, making soft sounds of wonder as you writhe in K’s lap, body spasming from all the stimulation. If you were seeing black earlier, you’re seeing white now.
“S-shit,” K stutters, taking both hips in his hands as he holds you down on him, not letting you escape as he deposits white ropes inside you.
This time, everyone stops. Catching their breath. Processing what has happened. Replaying it over in their minds already.
Then, everyone starts laughing.
It’s just half hearted chuckles, the ones that happen when reality is stronger than lust.
It’s nice.
You’re limp on K’s lap, his chest to your back. Fuma is sitting on the floor between your thighs, his hands lightly holding your calves as a way to keep some sort of contact without you reading it as sexual in nature. Everyone is sweaty. Everyone is smiling. Everyone got to come.
Some of you got to come twice.
“Was that… was that crazy?” You finally break the silence. You feel responsible for what happened here even though it wasn’t your idea. It wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for you.
“Yeah, probably,” Fuma says.
“No, definitely,” K says, still laughing.
K wraps his arms around your middle and rests his head on your shoulder. “But it was fun, wasn’t it?”
Fuma nods.
“Yeah,” you say. “Fun and fucking insane.”
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