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melting point (18+)

⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ── fuma x nicholas x reader ── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆

slay for heated rivalry inspo fic like i genuinely love this so fucking bad

beneath the surface, a raging fire had been ignited.

tags: smut, hockeyplayer!fuma, figureskater!nico, figureskater!reader, female!reader, a little angsty in the beginning, poly dynamics, there is mxm sexual content, oral, fingering, cum eating, dirty talk, pet names, rough sex, unprotected sex, coming inside, fuma is kinda dom

wc: 5.4k

disclaimer: all of my works are purely fiction and do not represent the members in any way

jongst4r

sharing is caring (k. yudai & t. riki)

in which yudai is tired of seeing his best friend, taki, simping over his girlfriend, so he lets him have a taste.

pairing: soft!dom!yudai x sub!fem!reader x sub!taki || wc: 10k of pure filth || cw: smut! basically porn with plot, threesome, kissing, making out, breast play, fingering, oral (f/m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (don’t.), creampie, multiple orgasms, praise, dirty talk, body worshiping, established relationship (reader and yudai), use of petnames, swearing, taki is down bad and yudai loves it || warnings: +18 content! mdni || a/n: yeah so… these two together might kill me (hope u enjoy this as much as i did)

it’s a lazy saturday afternoon, the kind that hums in soft golden light through the blinds. you and yudai are curled up on the couch, his arm resting over the back while you lean against him, your knees tucked under you. the tv is on, playing some muted show neither of you are really watching.

the knock on the door is light, almost hesitant. you glance at yudai, who grins without moving. “that’s taki,” he says, like he already knows.

you walk towards the entrance. when you open the door, taki’s standing there in a hoodie too big for him, sleeves swallowing his hands. his eyes meet yours, and for just a beat, he freezes — like he always does — before offering a shy smile.

“hey,” you greet, stepping back so he can come in.

“hey,” he says, voice soft.

you catch the way his gaze flickers over you, quick but not quick enough to go unnoticed. it’s always like this with him — his eyes are curious, lingering, but never brazen. like he’s afraid you’ll catch him looking for too long, yet can’t help himself.

you’ve known taki for a while now — long enough to notice the pattern. the way he stiffens when you stand too close, the way his cheeks get tinted with a slight red color every time you compliment him, the way his gaze dips for half a second too long before snapping back to your eyes. it’s subtle, but it’s there. you’re not blind to it. you’re also not blind to the way yudai seems amused whenever it happens.

you’ve talked about it, how obvious it is that taki is attracted to you, and your boyfriend seems to be totally okay with it. “i trust him,” he had said with a smile. “he loves both of us too much, he’d never do something to hurt me, or you.”

taki sits at the far end of the couch, leaving a space between you. yudai leans forward, elbows on his knees, and starts talking about some game they’ve both been into lately. you listen, half-in, half-out of the conversation, but your attention drifts — or maybe you just feel it — to taki’s gaze, sliding over you again when he thinks you’re not looking.

you shift slightly, your knee brushing yudai’s thigh, and you catch taki’s eyes dart down before flicking away, cheeks coloring already.

yudai notices. you can tell by the way his mouth curves, slow and deliberate. he sits back, arm returning to rest along the couch behind you, his hand brushing your shoulder.

“so,” yudai says casually, “i’ve been wanting to ask you something,” he glances at taki, tone playful, “how long are you gonna keep looking at my girlfriend like that?”

taki freezes. color floods his face so fast you almost feel bad for him. almost.

“w-what?” he stammers, his eyes wide, mouth parting like he might protest further but can’t find the words.

yudai just smirks. “don’t play dumb, taki. i see it. the way you look at her. the way you’ve always looked at her.” his voice isn’t accusing — it’s light, teasing, but there’s a knowing weight behind it.

your breath catches, not because you’re shocked, but because yudai’s putting it out there. that undercurrent you’ve felt for months is suddenly in the open air, laid bare between the three of you.

“i— i don’t—” taki tries again, but yudai tilts his head, eyes glinting.

“you do,” yudai says simply. “and it’s fine.”

that last part makes taki blink, confusion flickering over his face. his gaze jumps from yudai to you, like he’s trying to read if this is a joke.

you lean into yudai’s side, your voice soft but edged with curiosity. “is it true, taki?”

his throat works. “...maybe.” it’s barely more than a whisper, like admitting it will make the air too thick to breathe.

yudai chuckles low. “there it is.” he leans forward again, resting his forearms on his thighs. “you’ve been trying to hide it for so long, but you’re terrible at it.”

taki’s hands tighten in his sleeves. “i’m so sorry, i—” he mutters, eyes down.

“don’t be,” yudai says, and the tone in his voice shifts. “actually… i think it’s kind of flattering.”

you watch taki’s head lift slightly, his brows drawing together in confusion.

“flattering?” he repeats.

yudai nods slowly. “yeah. you clearly want her. and you’re not exactly subtle. but you’ve been respectful. you’ve never tried anything.”

the room feels warmer now, your pulse picking up. you glance at yudai, reading the faint smirk tugging at his lips.

“so,” yudai says after a pause, “what if i told you… you could have her?”

taki blinks at him, and for a second, you think maybe he misheard.

“what?”

yudai leans back, one arm still behind you, casual like he’s discussing weekend plans. “i mean exactly what i said. what if i let you have her? right here. with me watching.”

the silence that follows is heavy, thick enough to touch. taki’s mouth opens, but no sound comes out. his eyes flick to you — like he’s seeking some kind of permission, some sign that this isn’t just yudai messing with him.

you hold his gaze, feeling the weight of it, the heat. “would you like that, taki?” you ask softly, tilting your head.

taki swallows hard, the color in his cheeks deepening. “i… i wouldn’t even know where to start.”

yudai chuckles. “lucky for you,” he says, his hand settling lightly on your thigh, “we’re good at teaching.”

the air in the room shifts, thickening. you settle back against the couch, yudai’s hand still resting possessively on your thigh. taki’s eyes flick between the two of you, nerves and excitement tangled together in a way that makes your chest tighten.

“okay,” yudai says, voice low and steady, “so you want to be with her. you want this. but it’s not just about fucking, it’s about knowing how to give and get pleasure. you with me?” he looks at taki like he’s already convinced him.

taki nods, lips parted, a flush warming his cheeks. “yeah,” he breathes, voice barely above a whisper.

“good,” yudai smiles, “then we’re gonna take this slow. i know you’ve been with girls before, so you know the basics. but here? it’s different. you’re not just with my girlfriend — you’re with both of us, and we want to make sure you enjoy every damn second.”

you lean forward, running your fingers lightly over taki’s hand where it rests on his knee. “we’re here for you,” you say softly, voice warm but full of encouragement. “we want you to feel good. no pressure, just… you and us.”

taki swallows hard, eyes brightening with a mix of relief and desire. “yeah, i… thank you,” he says quietly.

yudai stands, giving you a quick kiss on the temple before turning fully to taki. “all right, come here.” he pats the space beside you on the couch.

taki slides closer, still tentative but willing.

yudai reaches out, fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from taki’s forehead. “i know you’re nervous,” he says, voice amused but gentle. “but that’s fine. calm down, you’ll do great.”

you watch as yudai’s hands move deliberately — one resting on taki’s shoulder, the other slowly trailing down his arm, mapping the muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt. taki’s breath hitches when yudai’s fingers brush the sensitive inside of his wrist.

“feel that?” yudai murmurs, making him feel the pulse on his wrist. “that’s anticipation. the good kind.” he squeezes lightly.

you shift closer too, your hand sliding up to rest over yudai’s on taki’s shoulder, warmth layering over warmth. “you’re safe here,” you whisper.

taki exhales shakily, the tension in his body easing just a bit.

yudai smiles and leans in, voice dropping to a seductive murmur. “now, i want you to touch her. but not just anywhere. i want you to explore, learn what makes her react.” his eyes lock onto taki’s, steady and commanding.

you let your shirt slip off your shoulder, letting the fabric fall away slowly. your skin catches the light — soft, warm, inviting. taki’s eyes drop to your exposed collarbone, then to the swell of your breasts barely contained by your bra.

“start with her neck,” yudai instructs, “soft kisses, light touches. watch her reactions. i’ll tell you when to move on.”

taki’s fingers tremble slightly as he reaches up, hesitating for the briefest moment before brushing the nape of your neck with the pads of his fingers. you shiver at the contact, eyes fluttering closed.

“good,” yudai praises, voice thick with approval. “now lips.”

you lean into taki, nodding slightly, giving him permission.

taki’s lips brush your neck shyly at first, testing, then more confidently as you respond with a gentle sigh. your hand tangles in his hair, encouraging him, while yudai watches with that cocky grin of his, like he owns every inch of this moment.

“that’s it, taki,” you murmur between his kisses, voice breathy and warm. “you’re amazing.”

yudai’s hand slides down your side, resting possessively on your hip. “now,” he says, “hands. touch her however you want, but be gentle.”

taki’s hands explore carefully, tracing figures over your shirt. then, he slides his hand inside the fabric, touching your warm skin. his fingers trail over the curve of your waist, the softness of your stomach, then moving up beneath your bra to cup your breast. you gasp softly, fingers tightening in his hair.

“you feel that?” yudai asks, voice low, almost a growl. “that’s her wanting you. show her what you want her too.”

taki’s cheeks burn, but he leans in, lips grazing your jawline as his hand strokes you. you arch into him, moaning softly.

“that’s it,” yudai encourages, voice thick with pride. “don’t hold back.”

you hear taki’s breathing quicken, his lips hesitating against your skin before he grows bolder — pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. his free hand grips your thigh, pulling you slightly closer until you’re practically in his lap. your pulse races at the shift in energy, your body instinctively molding to his touch. his hand on your breast squeezes lightly, testing your reaction, and when you gasp again, he lets out a shaky breath that’s almost a whimper.

yudai smirks, leaning in close enough that his voice brushes over both of you. “good… now keep going. she’s melting for you.”

taki’s eyes flick to yours, wide but desperate, as though silently asking if he can take more. you nod, giving him permission without words, and that’s all it takes for him to slide his hand lower, fingertips skimming back down your stomach before dipping beneath the waistband of your jeans. you gasp at the contact, warmth flooding your core, and he exhales a soft, trembling “fuck” under his breath.

you reach for his wrist, not to stop him, but to guide him — pressing his hand just where you want it. he swallows hard, fingers curling, learning your body with cautious, reverent strokes.

“feel how ready she is for you?” yudai says, the heat in his tone undeniable. “now imagine how she’s going to feel around you.”

taki whines quietly, the sound needy and raw, and you can feel how much the thought wrecks him.

you reach for taki’s belt, your fingers brushing the waistband of his pants. “my turn,” you whisper, voice teasing. “let me show you what i like.”

taki’s eyes widen, surprise and eagerness mixing. he nods, heart pounding.

you push him gently back against the couch, straddling his hips. your hands roam over his chest, slipping beneath his shirt to feel the heat of his skin. yudai watches, eyes dark and approving.

you lean down, lips brushing over his collarbone, then lower, teeth grazing lightly over his sternum. taki shivers under your touch, fingers threading through your hair as you kiss your way lower.

“you like that?” you murmur against his skin.

“yeah,” he breathes, voice thick with need.

you smile, teasing. “good boy.” your lips press to his skin again, tongue flicking out to taste the salty heat.

yudai chuckles low, voice rich with amusement. “see? told you he’d be good at this.”

taki blushes but looks between you both, clearly glowing with the attention and affection.

“we’re just getting started,” yudai says, sliding down beside you, fingers already undoing his own belt. “now, let’s make sure she feels as good as you do.”

you grin, hands slipping beneath his shirt. “that’s right. this is about you too.”

taki swallows, eyes bright with anticipation and gratitude.

and as you lean into taki, his hands roaming eagerly over your body, yudai’s voice murmurs in your ear, “let’s teach him everything.”

taki hesitates, his breath warm against your lips, eyes flicking nervously between you and yudai as if unsure whether he’s allowed. you tilt your head, giving him a small, encouraging smile, your hands cupping his jaw to steady him.

“go on,” yudai says softly, though there’s an edge of command in his tone. “you can kiss her, taki.”

the flush on taki’s cheeks deepens, but he finally leans in, his lips brushing yours tentatively at first, testing. the kiss is slow, almost shy, but the way his fingers tighten against your hips betrays how much he’s wanted it. you hum against his mouth, deepening the kiss, guiding him with gentle pressure until he relaxes and starts to match your pace.

yudai watches intently, a quiet, approving hum escaping him. “good. just like that… take your time, feel her.”

taki makes a small, needy sound when you part just enough to breathe, your foreheads touching for a moment before you pull him back in, this time with more urgency. his lips grow surer, bolder, tasting you like he’s been starving for it.

yudai’s fingers linger on your waist, steady and possessive, a silent promise that he’s still in control of the situation, even with taki all over you.

taki blushes even harder as he kisses you, a mixture of nerves and anticipation that makes your heart beat a little faster. he’s always been shy around you — ever since the first time you met, there was that electric feeling whenever his eyes lingered just a moment too long. now, with yudai’s permission, with both of you right here, guiding him, it feels like a new kind of vulnerability, one that you didn’t know you were so eager to explore.

yudai’s thumb strokes your side as he leans closer to murmur against your ear, “feel how badly he wants you? he’s been thinking about this for a long time.”

taki’s breathing is uneven, his lips still tingling from the kiss, eyes darting between your mouth and the way yudai’s hand rests on you. you can see the tension in him, desire and restraint coexisting inside him, so you brush your lips over his again, softer this time, coaxing him deeper into the moment.

“she tastes good, doesn’t she?” yudai teases, voice low. taki nods without breaking the kiss, the sound he makes almost a whimper.

“mm,” you hum against him, pulling back just enough to see his face. “don’t be shy, taki. touch me.” your words make his breath hitch, but his hands obey, sliding over your waist, then up your back, fingertips pressing just enough to let you know he’s there.

yudai smiles faintly at the sight, tilting his head to watch the way taki studies you — like he’s memorizing the curve of your lips, the skin of your neck, the rise and fall of your chest.

“look at me,” yudai commands softly, his hand moving from your hip to cup taki’s cheek, thumb brushing over the smooth skin with deliberate gentleness. “eyes up here. tell me what you want to do to her.”

taki blinks, swallows hard, and meets yudai’s gaze. “i want to… touch her,” he says quietly, voice still hesitant but laced with something more urgent.

“good,” yudai nods approvingly. “then show me. show us.”

you shift slightly, the soft fabric of your shirt lost on the floor now, exposing bare skin that catches the light. your breath hitches as taki’s hand trembles in the space between you, hovering uncertainly before he finally reaches out, fingers grazing the curve of your shoulder.

“easy,” yudai murmurs, leaning closer so his voice is a deep rumble only you all can hear. “no rush. feel her, but listen to her. if she wants more, she’ll tell you. if she wants less, she’ll tell you too.”

you tilt your head back, eyes fluttering closed, savoring the slow, delicate pressure of taki’s fingertips as they trace the line of your collarbone. “that’s it,” you whisper, voice warm and inviting. “you’re doing so well.”

taki nods, his throat working as he swallows again, eyes flicking down to your chest before darting back up to your face like he’s afraid he’s been caught staring. you smile softly, leaning just a little closer, letting him feel your warmth.

“you can touch me more,” you whisper. “i want you to.”

his fingers curl slightly, then smooth over your skin, trailing from your shoulder down the gentle slope of your arm, slow and deliberate like he’s savoring the first time he’s allowed to do this. the pads of his fingers are warm, his touch is tentative but full of intent, making goosebumps rise as he caresses your skin.

yudai watches him with quiet amusement, his own hand tracing lazy circles over your hip. “see how she reacts? she likes it when you’re careful… for now.” his tone dips suggestively, and you catch the way taki’s breathing quickens.

you tilt your head, letting his hand wander higher again, guiding him subtly by resting your own fingers over his and sliding them toward your collarbone. “right here,” you murmur, and his thumb brushes along the line of your neck, sending a shiver straight through you.

yudai chuckles lowly, leaning in so his lips almost graze the shell of taki’s ear. “you’ve been dreaming about this, haven’t you? touching her… watching her fall apart because of you?”

taki’s answer is a shaky breath, but his eyes never leave yours now.

his cheeks darken, but he leans in, lips brushing gently over your neck. you can feel his pulse racing beneath his skin, hear the quickening breath as his mouth moves just enough to send shivers down your spine.

“now,” yudai says, “kiss her, and let your hands explore.”

taki hesitates only for a second before his lips find yours, tentative at first, a shy press of warmth that quickly deepens as you respond with slow, teasing encouragement. your hands thread into his hair, fingers tangling, pulling him closer as yudai watches with a satisfied smirk.

“good boy,” you murmur against his mouth, voice thick with praise. “you’re incredible.”

yudai’s hand slides from taki’s cheek down to his shoulder, then lower, reaching gently for his hand. with a slow, deliberate motion, yudai guides taki’s fingers to the edge of your bra. “touch her like you mean it,” yudai commands softly, voice low and steady, “but remember to be gentle.”

taki’s breath hitches, cheeks flushing deeper as he hesitates, the weight of the moment settling over him. his fingers tremble, brushing the strap of your bra with the caution, as if afraid to break something precious. you reach down softly, your hands meeting his at the fabric, and with a tender smile, you help him ease the bra off your body. the cool air kisses your skin immediately, and the sudden freedom makes your breath catch in a soft moan.

taki blinks, nervous yet entranced, as his fingers finally slide against the bare warmth of your breast. the softness beneath his touch is unlike anything he expected, a living, breathing thing that responds with every gentle stroke. his fingertips trace slow circles, uncertain at first, then growing more confident as the soft sounds escaping your lips spark a fire in his chest.

“that’s it,” yudai murmurs approvingly, watching the subtle shift in taki’s posture — the way his spine straightens, the slight parting of his lips, the flicker of desire in his wide eyes. “feel her. she’s yours to explore.”

taki’s other hand moves instinctively, slipping to cup your side, his palm warm and slightly shaky. he’s caught between awe and eagerness, his breath uneven as he takes in the sensation of your skin beneath his palm. every tentative caress seems to draw a shiver from you, your body leaning into him, encouraging him without words.

you tilt your head back, exposing your neck, a silent invitation that sends a flush across his face. “you don’t have to be scared,” you whisper, voice thick with warmth and something like pride. “i want you. you’re doing so well.”

yudai grins, a spark of mischief lighting his eyes. “look at you, getting all confident with my girl,” he teases, but there’s no harshness. “just wait, you’re gonna want more. and i’m gonna make sure you get it.”

taki swallows hard, the pressure in his chest easing just enough to let him breathe, to keep exploring.

his fingers brush over your nipple and you gasp softly. encouraged, he curls his fingers, pressing gently, trying to read your reactions.

“you’re doing perfect,” you assure him, your hands threading through his hair, grounding him, urging him forward. “don’t stop.”

with each passing second, taki’s confidence rises, the shy hesitation melting away due to your shared desire and yudai’s lustful but loving gaze.

“see?” yudai murmurs, voice thick with satisfaction. “she’s all yours tonight. show her how much you want her.”

taki’s breath catches as he feels the shift in yudai’s tone — a signal to deepen his touch, to move beyond the tentative caresses. his fingers tighten, exploring the fullness of your breast with more confidence, pressing firmly against the soft, sensitive flesh. encouraged by your low moans, he leans down, mouth parting slightly, and presses his lips to the curve of your breast, sucking gently at first.

then, emboldened by your moans, he bites lightly, a teasing nip that makes you gasp. his tongue flicks over your nipple, swirling and teasing with growing intensity, wet and warm, sending shivers cascading down your spine.

“fuck, taki,” you breathe, voice low and breathy, fingers tangling in his hair as he pulls you closer. “you’re so good at this… you’re driving me crazy.”

taki shivers at your words, a flush rising in his cheeks. despite the growing hunger in his eyes, his movements stay tender — he’s desperate to give you everything you want, to prove how much he craves you.

“you like that?” he murmurs shyly against your skin, his voice rough with need.

“yeah,” you whisper back, biting your lip, “more. don’t stop.”

his tongue traces slow circles, flicks over the sensitive peak, and then he sinks his teeth in again, just enough to make you gasp but not enough to hurt. you tilt your head back, pressing yourself into him, savoring the delicious mix of pain and pleasure he’s giving you.

“god, taki, you’re such a good boy,” you murmur between kisses, your hands cupping his head, holding him like he’s the most precious thing in the world. “i want you to know how much you turn me on.”

yudai watches with a teasing smile, the corner of his mouth twitching as if he’s holding back a laugh. “yeah, look at you, practically drooling over my girl,” he says softly, voice warm but laced with gentle mockery. “i should’ve known you’d want her this bad.”

taki’s cheeks flame even hotter at the comment, but he doesn’t pull away. instead, he bites down on your skin gently, marking you, his hands tightening around you, grounding himself in the overwhelming rush of sensation and desire.

you lean down, lips grazing over his jawline, whispering praises between kisses. “you make me feel so good, taki. i want you to feel that too.”

“i do,” he breathes, voice rough with need.

“then let me show you, even” you say, sliding off the couch carefully to kneel between his legs. your hands roam over his hips, undoing his belt with practiced ease, fingers tracing the line of his boxers.

yudai watches, eyes dark and approving, then moves closer, his hand moving to pinch one of your nipples. “watch him, baby,” yudai murmurs to you. “he needs to see what he’s doing to you.”

you nod, biting your lip, then reach for taki’s length, already pressing against the fabric. your fingers wrap around him, warm and steady, stroking slow and sure.

taki gasps, hips lifting instinctively, eyes wide as he looks down at you, then up at yudai, seeking approval.

“you’re doing perfect,” yudai says, voice low and commanding. “keep going.”

you smile, looking up at him. “you feel so good like this,” you murmur. “so eager, i love that.”

you take his jeans and boxers off, all at once, in a swift motion, and toss them somewhere around the living room.

you lean in closer, lips barely brushing the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, your breath warm and teasing. your hands slide up and down his length, gently, your touch provoking shivers and gasps. taki’s fingers clutch at the edge of the couch, knuckles white, his breathing shallow but eager.

yudai shifts beside you, his hand trailing from your waist to cup your breast again, fingers teasing your skin. “look at him,” yudai whispers, voice thick with pride and something softer, “he’s so hungry for you. don’t hold back now.”

your lips curl into a mischievous smile as you deepen your movements, your hand stroking slower, more deliberately. you let your thumb brush over the tip, eliciting a sharp gasp from taki. his cheeks flush a deeper shade of red, his eyes locked on yours, full of shy desperation and yearning.

“you’re such a good boy,” you murmur, voice low and sultry. “wanting me so badly.” you lean up to press a kiss to his lips — soft, tentative. taki’s eyes widen in surprise, but he melts into it, lips parting hesitantly before his own hands come up to cup your face.

yudai’s chuckle vibrates in your ear, warm and teasing. “there it is. that’s my boy.” his hand slips lower, trailing teasing circles over your hip as he watches the two of you, pride shining in his eyes.

taki whines softly as your hand tightens around him, hips rocking slightly with the rhythm of your strokes. his voice is barely more than a whisper, filled with want and vulnerability. “please… want to make you feel good.”

“you will,” you promise, voice thick with heat. “i want to feel every inch of you.” your tongue flicks over your bottom lip, eyes locking with his.

yudai leans forward, voice low but firm. “don’t forget, taki. this is about you too. tell us what you want. don’t be shy.”

taki swallows hard, cheeks flushed, before breathing out, “i want to… come with you.”

you exchange a glance with yudai, who nods slowly, the teasing sparkle in his eyes softened by genuine affection. “you’ll do that later, okay? now show us how much you want her,” he says, voice warm but commanding.

your hand speeds up, stroking him with more urgency, lips trailing kisses along his jaw as you whisper, “you’re doing so well, baby. just like this.”

taki’s breaths grow ragged, a whine building in his throat as the tension coils tighter and tighter inside him. yudai’s fingers tighten on your hip possessively.

“let go for us, love,” you murmur, voice dripping with encouragement and heat.

“please…” taki gasps, voice breaking as waves of pleasure crash through him, hips bucking against your hand. the soft, needy sounds he makes fill the room.

yudai’s hand finds your face, fingers brushing your cheek as he leans in to kiss you deeply, his voice a low rumble. “that’s my girl, you did so well.”

you smile against his lips, heart pounding.

“taki,” you whisper, voice low and steady, “can i do something else now?”

taki’s breath hitches, lips parting slightly as a flush spreads across his cheeks. he nods as he shifts nervously, but the way he reaches for your hair, fingers threading through the strands, tells you just how desperate he is for your touch.

you lean forward slowly, letting your tongue trace a lazy path along the sensitive skin at the base of his length. a soft gasp escapes him, his hips twitching involuntarily. you smile against his skin, tasting the saltiness of him, the heat pooling in your mouth.

“you like that, baby?” you murmur, flicking your tongue over the tip, careful and teasing. “want more?”

he whines softly, voice trembling. “please… don’t stop.”

your hands wrap around him gently, your mouth closing over him. the slick warmth envelops you, and you move with slow, deliberate rhythm.

taki’s fingers tighten in your hair, pulling you closer, needy. his breath comes in short pants, his hips pressing down against your face, desperate for more sensation.

“good boy,” you whisper between kisses, sliding your hands from his thighs to his hips, steadying him as you deepen the pressure of your mouth, taking more of him inside. your tongue circles the sensitive tip, dragging out soft moans from deep within him.

yudai’s voice cuts through the haze, calm and steady, “that’s it, taki. show her how much you want her. let her know.”

taki’s eyes flutter closed for a moment, his body shuddering as the tension builds higher and higher. you feel the tight grip of his hands in your hair, his breaths growing ragged.

“don’t hold back,” yudai encourages softly, voice filled with warmth and something playful. “she’s yours tonight, remember?”

you look up at taki through your lashes, giving him a small, reassuring smile before lowering yourself again. your tongue flicks faster now, tracing the length of him, sucking gently, savoring every reaction you coax from him.

his whines become louder, desperate, pleading, “i’m s-so close… please…”

your fingers knead his hips, steadying him as his body tenses. you slow your movements just enough to stretch out the moment, the delicious ache and sweetness of it all.

taki shivers, looking at you with a small pout on his lips. “but i… i want to fuck you,” he confesses, voice rough with need. “and if y-you keep doing that i won’t be able to keep going.” he blushes hard.

you giggle before rising slowly, brushing a stray lock of hair from taki’s damp forehead, your eyes meeting his with warmth and something fierce.

“you’re so cute,” you whisper, smiling and kissing him, ready to straddle his lap.

“n-no, i… i want to try something else first, is that okay?” taki asks timidly. you nod, a gentle smile on your lips.

taki leans into yudai, whispering something in his ear. the oldest chuckles, nodding along.

“then do it,” yudai encourages, voice thick with approval. “i’ll help you,” he signals you to come over. “clothes off, baby.”

you giggle slightly, doing what he asked you. as you slide your panties off your legs, you can feel taki’s gaze behind you, burning holes into your body.

you settle back on the couch, your back pressed against yudai’s chest.

his hand finds your thigh, fingers spreading wide, tracing circles that make you arch into him.

your heart is pounding hard as taki kneels between your legs, hands resting lightly on your thighs. he’s nervous, yes, but the fire in his eyes tells you he’s ready to give this everything.

“okay, taki,” yudai says, “i want you to learn how to please her right. start slow. lips, tongue. don’t rush.”

taki lowers his mouth to your inner thigh first, soft kisses that trail upward, teasing and tender. your breath hitches as he draws closer, tongue flicking out to taste the sweet heat at your core. fingers dig into the couch cushions as he finally parts your folds with careful, inexperienced fingers, lips pressing soft, wet kisses along your most sensitive skin.

you shiver, eyes closing as he licks and sucks, exploring, learning. yudai’s hand grips your hip, steadying you, while his other hand reaches down to stroke the side of taki’s face, guiding, encouraging.

“good,” yudai murmurs. “keep going. listen to her, watch how she reacts.”

taki’s mouth opens wider, tongue swirling in slow, deliberate circles, fingers teasing the entrance of your folds before sliding inside just a little. you moan low, praise spilling from your lips as you reach down, tangling your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer.

“you’re doing so well,” you whisper, voice thick with desire. “keep going, taki.”

yudai leans forward, voice rough. “show him what you want. guide him.”

you nod, hips tilting upward, fingers tightening in his hair. “yes, just like that. slower… slower…”

taki obeys, tongue flicking gently over your clit, fingers curling inside you, strokes slow but sure. the mixture of his shy eagerness and the careful guidance from you and yudai sends waves of pleasure spiraling through your body.

yudai’s voice is a constant, grounding presence in the haze of sensation. “you want more? tell him. he’s listening.”

“more,” you breathe, voice trembling. “don’t stop.”

taki’s hands tremble slightly as he increases the pressure, tongue flicking more insistently, fingers curling deeper. your moans grow louder, hips grinding involuntarily, the warmth spreading, building, until you’re trembling on the edge.

yudai presses a kiss to your temple. “that’s it. let him hear how much you want him.”

you cry out, voice raw with need, as taki’s mouth works magic, the tender, shy boy you knew fading into someone more confident.

when your body finally crashes over the edge, trembling and soaked, yudai pulls you close, his hand stroking your hair while your hands thread into taki’s now-damp hair, holding him close to your core.

“good boy,” you whisper, voice soft but full of praise. “you did amazing.”

taki looks up, breathless and wide-eyed, a shy smile breaking across his face as yudai wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“told you she’d love it,” yudai murmurs, voice thick with satisfaction.

some seconds pass before yudai leans down, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple before pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. “come on,” he says, his tone low and purposeful. “we’re not done yet.”

his hand slides down to your hip, helping you stand on shaky legs, and he shoots taki a look that makes the younger boy swallow hard. “you’re coming too,” yudai adds, the faintest smirk playing on his lips.

you follow yudai down the short hall, the air between the three of you thick with heat. he guides you into the bedroom, the dim light casting everything in a softer, almost unreal glow. the bed is cool against your skin as he eases you back onto it, his body pressing over yours.

taki hovers near the door, uncertain, until yudai jerks his chin toward the side of the bed. “right here. i want you to see everything.”

yudai’s fingers trail down your stomach, parting your thighs with deliberate ease, and his gaze flicks briefly to taki. “watch closely. this is how you fuck her right.”

yudai’s gaze drags down your body slowly, like he’s committing every curve, every flush of your skin, to memory. his hands slide over your thighs again, thumbs stroking lazily along the inside before pushing them apart further. he stays there for a moment, just looking at you spread open for him, a satisfied smirk tugging at his mouth.

“look at her, taki,” he says, voice low and deliberate. “completely ready for me.”

taki swallows hard, his eyes fixed on you, his breathing shallow. you can see the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers twitch against the sheets like he’s holding himself back from reaching out.

yudai finally straightens, pulling his shirt over his head in one smooth motion, then undoing his jeans with unhurried precision.

“don’t look away,” he warns taki, glancing at him with a flash of authority before kicking his clothes to the side.

when he climbs onto the bed, his weight sinks the mattress around you. he positions himself between your legs, one hand braced beside your head, the other sliding down your stomach until his fingers brush against your heat, testing just how ready you are.

“fuck… dripping,” he mutters, almost to himself, before his gaze locks on yours again. “you want it, baby?”

your answer comes out breathless. “yes… please.”

he grins at that, lining himself up and teasing you with slow, shallow thrusts at your entrance, enough to make you whimper but not enough to give you what you want.

yudai leans down, his mouth brushing the corner of yours as he murmurs, “let him watch you fall apart for me.”

then he pushes in, inch by inch, the stretch pulling a gasp from your lips. taki’s breath hitches audibly from his spot next to you, eyes glued to the point where yudai disappears inside you.

“are you seeing this?” yudai asks him, his voice rougher now, his pace picking up. “she’s dripping for me. taking me so well. all open and perfect.”

taki swallows hard. “yeah,” he manages, his voice tight.

“bet you’re thinking about how she’d feel around you,” yudai teases, leaning closer to your ear so his words vibrate through you. “how hot she’d be, squeezing you like this.”

your moan is involuntary, and yudai smiles against your skin. “see that?” he says, pulling back just enough to meet taki’s eyes. “she likes the thought of you inside her.”

taki’s breath shudders, his hand inching dangerously closer to his own hard cock, his gaze flicking between your face and the way your bodies are joined.

yudai’s thumb brushes over your cheekbone, gentle despite the pace of his hips. “think we should let him feel for himself, baby?”

you bite your lip, nodding before you can stop yourself. “yes, please,” you breathe, the word tumbling out almost desperate.

yudai’s grin is slow, wicked but full of affection. “you heard her, taki.”

taki’s hand stills for a moment, like he’s making sure he actually heard right. “you… want me to?”

“don’t make her say it twice,” yudai chuckles, pulling out of you with a slick sound that makes taki’s eyes widen. “c’mere.”

taki moves like he’s in a daze, climbing onto the bed between your legs. yudai stays close, one hand on your knee to keep you open, the other resting casually on taki’s shoulder.

“so, taki,” he says, voice low and thick with amusement, “you really wanna fuck my girlfriend?”

taki’s face flushes a dark red, eyes darting between you and yudai, swallowing hard. “i-i do,” he manages, voice barely above a whisper, fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

yudai chuckles. “good. ’cause you’re gonna learn exactly how to do it right. no rushing.”

you shift closer to taki, slipping your hand into his hair and pulling him into a soft kiss that sends a shiver down both your spines. you pull him closer, reaching for his shirt and pulling it upwards. “can i?” you ask, looking into his eyes. he nods eagerly and you smile gently, pulling his shirt off completely.

you kiss taki’s neck, urging him closer as you settle on the bed.

“you ready to be in charge of me, taki?” your voice is low, teasing, but there’s a fire behind it.

taki’s eyes shine with a mix of awe and desire, and he nods, biting his lip shyly. “yes. i want to.”

“that’s my boy,” yudai says, voice dripping with pride and just the right amount of mischief. “go on,” yudai smirks, eyes back on taki. “take her.”

you move to the edge of the bed, closer to taki, spreading your legs slightly, a silent command. taki hesitates for a moment, nerves bubbling just beneath the surface, but your encouraging gaze and yudai’s presence push him forward.

“start slow,” yudai instructs, standing behind taki, hands resting lightly on his shoulders. “you know how she likes it. remember what you just did with your mouth and fingers? use that. be gentle, be attentive.”

taki nods, his hands are trembling a little as he settles between your thighs. he reaches for his cock, the heat of his tip brushing against your slick folds. his eyes dart to yours, searching, asking without words.

you reach up, cupping his jaw. “it’s okay,” you whisper, soft but certain. “i want you.”

a breath leaves him like he’s been holding it for years.

you reach up to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead, your touch steady and possessive. “we got you, okay?” you whisper, again voice low.

yudai’s palm stays firm on taki’s shoulder, grounding him. “slow,” he murmurs. “she’s already open for you, but you don’t rush this.”

taki nods quickly. with a deep breath, he aligns himself, sliding the tip of his length against your slick folds. you gasp softly, the sensation new and thrilling, and yudai’s hands tighten briefly on taki’s shoulders — more to steady than to restrain.

“you got this,” yudai says quietly, then his tone shifts just a bit darker, teasing: “you’re fucking my girl. that’s gotta feel special, huh?”

taki swallows hard, cheeks burning. “y-yeah,” he says, voice firm despite the flush creeping up his neck.

“push in,” yudai tells him, voice low and steady. “just the head. let her get used to you.”

taki obeys, sinking in until his tip is just inside you. his lips part on a quiet groan, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

“eyes open, taki,” yudai chides gently. “watch her face. see what you’re doing to her.”

he forces his gaze back to you, and the awe there makes your pulse thud in your ears.

slowly, carefully, he presses inside you, inch by inch, and you let out a soft moan, curling your toes. your hands find his face, stroking and guiding as he adjusts, learning the rhythm already building between you.

yudai’s voice drifts over you, half a growl, half a tease: “look at you. so eager, so damn cute trying to fuck her.”

you laugh softly, lips brushing against taki’s temple. “you’re doing so well. keep going.”

“go deeper now,” yudai says, squeezing his shoulder. “slow. feel every inch.”

taki pushes forward, inch by inch, until he’s halfway in and your walls are gripping him tight.

“holy fuck,” he breathes, hips stuttering. “she’s—”

“yeah,” yudai cuts in with a knowing smirk. “she’s perfect, isn’t she?”

you can’t help the little whimper that escapes, your hands clutching the sheets as taki fills you more, his pace careful but hungry.

“all the way now,” yudai says, his tone dipping into command. “give her everything.”

taki buries himself to the hilt, a shiver running through him as his forehead drops briefly to your shoulder.

“good boy,” you murmur, your voice shaky but warm, and he moans like the praise sinks right into him.

“now move,” yudai says, shifting so he can watch the way you take him. “slow at first. let her feel you. let yourself feel her.”

taki’s hips start to move, slow and deliberate at first, gaining confidence as your encouraging moans wrap around him like a warm blanket. your fingers dig gently into his shoulders, nails trailing down as he picks up the pace, face flushed, eyes shining with determination and need.

“good,” yudai murmurs, stepping around the couch to kneel beside you both. his hand finds your breast, thumb circling your nipple through the fabric of your shirt, and you shiver, grinding slightly against taki’s thrusts.

“you like watching him fuck me, huh?” you whisper, voice teasing, “wanna see how good he can make me feel?”

yudai’s grin deepens, eyes flicking between taki’s nervous but growing confidence and your flushed, excited face. “you’re such a brat,” he says, mock scolding, “letting our little taki get all possessive over you.”

“he’s not that little,” you protest playfully, tightening your grip on taki’s hair. “plus, he’s mine tonight.”

“sure,” yudai chuckles. then his tone drops, low and intimate. “but remember who owns you, yeah? you’re mine, first and last.”

you bite your lip, nodding against taki’s neck. your hands trail down, fingers curling around his waist, guiding him deeper, pushing him harder. “show me how much you want me,” you whisper, voice husky, “don’t be shy.”

taki’s breaths come faster, hips stuttering slightly but never stopping. he looks up at yudai, seeking reassurance — and gets instead a cocky smirk. “you’re fucking my girlfriend,” yudai says again, shaking his head like it’s some delicious secret. “and you’re the one making her scream.”

you let out a breathy laugh, arching into taki’s thrusts, fingers threading in his hair again, a low moan escaping you. “i’m yours,” you say moan, voice thick with desire, “but tonight, i’m his.”

you close your eyes and whimper as taki’s thrusts increase in speed.

“look at her,” yudai says again, his hand sliding to your inner thigh. “watch the way she falls apart for you.”

taki’s eyes lock with yours, and the mix of need and wonder there makes your breath hitch.

yudai’s grin is soft but edged. “you wanted this for a long time, didn’t you, tak?”

taki swallows, hips still moving. “yeah,” he admits, almost a whisper. “s-so much.”

“and now you’re inside her,” yudai says, leaning closer so his voice wraps around both of you. “fucking my girlfriend while i watch.”

taki’s thrust falters at the words, a flush climbing his neck, but you tighten around him and he groans, hips picking up again.

yudai chuckles low. “that’s it. give it to her.”

yudai’s eyes flash with something fierce and tender all at once. without warning, he moves closer, slipping his hand under your shirt, fingers brushing hot, teasing circles around your ribs while his other hand moves to rest possessively over your hip.

“you’re so sexy, baby,” he murmurs, lips just grazing your ear, “and he’s making you feel so damn good, isn’t he?”

you nod eagerly, holding onto taki’s shoulders as you grind harder into him.

taki’s confidence blooms with every word, every touch. his hips begin to roll, deeper, more sure, matching your need with an eagerness that makes your body hum. your moans grow louder. taki’s brows furrow, bottom lip caught between his teeth, eyes flicking between your face and the place where he’s buried inside you.

“fuck—” he breathes, the sound trembling. “you feel… so good.”

you tilt your head back, the praise washing over you, your nails scraping lightly down his back. “just like that, taki,” you whisper, voice warm and coaxing. “you’re making me feel amazing.”

“tell him what you want,” yudai demands softly, fingers tightening just enough to remind you who’s in charge.

“more,” you gasp. “don’t stop. harder.”

taki obeys, cheeks flushed, lips parted as he focuses completely on you. his hands grip your thighs, pulling you closer, stealing little gasps and moans with every thrust. you feel his desire, raw and unfiltered, and it only makes you want to take control to give him all he wants.

“look at him,” yudai says, voice a low rumble, “so eager to fuck you.”

taki smirks, proud, his thrusts gaining confidence.

yudai watches, his hand still on taki’s shoulder, the other resting casually on your stomach. “see?” he murmurs to him. “you’re already learning what she likes. she’s greedy… wants it deep.”

you whimper at the truth in his tone, clenching around taki, and he moans, his hips jerking.

yudai leans in, his voice brushing taki’s ear. “don’t be afraid to give it to her.”

taki pulls back, almost all the way, and pushes in hard enough that you gasp, your back arching.

“there you go,” yudai says, smiling. “good boy.”

yudai laughs softly, the sound warm and approving. then, slowly, deliberately, he leans down, lips brushing over your collarbone, teeth grazing lightly. your body shudders, pleasure twisting sharp.

taki groans, losing some of his hesitation now, hands exploring your curves as if memorizing every inch. your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer for a searing kiss, your mouth hot and demanding against his.

“fuck,” taki gasps against you, “you’re mine. i’m gonna make you mine.”

“yes,” you breathe, “take me. please.”

yudai watches with a soft smile, the glow of pride and affection lighting his eyes. “that’s my girl,” he says quietly, voice full of love.

as yudai moves his hand to your clit, fingers stroking it lazily, you whimper.

“fuck, i— feels so fucking good,” you throw your head back, mouth parted open as you cry for more. “taki, please, don’t stop.”

taki’s hips stutter at your words, like they just unlocked something deeper inside him. his grip on your thighs tightens, knuckles pale as he pushes in harder, deeper, his breath catching in his throat. he’s not shy anymore — he’s chasing your pleasure with some kind of desperate devotion, every movement deliberate, every thrust angled to make you gasp.

yudai shifts closer, crouching down beside you both, one hand resting on taki’s lower back as if steadying him, guiding without words. his voice is low, smooth. “good. keep her there… feel how she’s clenching for you? that means you’re doing it right.”

taki groans, head dropping to your shoulder, the praise rolling through him like fire. you thread your fingers into his hair, tugging just enough to make him gasp, and whisper against his ear, “you feel so good, taki… you’re filling me perfectly.”

he shivers, biting his lip hard, hips moving faster now. yudai’s smirk deepens at the sight, his gaze sliding from taki’s flushed, overwhelmed face to yours — pupils blown wide, lips parted, chest rising and falling in quick breaths.

“look at her, taki,” yudai murmurs, tilting his head so he can meet the younger man’s eyes. “look at how pretty she is for you. all those sounds? all those little gasps? you’re the one making them.”

taki lifts his head, eyes locking on yours. the focus in them makes your stomach flip — he’s still submissive, still under yudai’s guidance, but right now he’s taking what you’re giving him.

“that’s it,” yudai says quietly, palm rubbing slow, firm circles on taki’s back. “don’t just fuck her. feel her. every time she tightens around you, give her exactly what she wants.”

you can feel it — he’s paying attention. his thrusts adjust subtly, angling deeper, hitting that spot that makes your breath hitch. you gasp, nails dragging down his shoulder, and he moans into your neck, the sound breaking apart like he’s barely holding on.

yudai leans in, his lips brushing your ear, voice dripping with warmth and just a hint of mischief. “you’re letting him take you so well, baby. letting him fuck you like he owns you...”

you shiver, turning your head. yudai rewards you with a slow, possessive kiss before pulling back to watch.

then his attention returns to taki, who’s chasing your pleasure with an almost feverish focus now. “don’t get lazy,” yudai warns softly. “keep her on that edge. i’ll tell you when you can let her go.”

taki whimpers — actually whimpers — at that, but his hips don’t falter. you feel him twitch inside you, and it makes your own pulse quicken, your body arching into him. you’re close, so close, and yudai can see it all over your face.

“so eager,” he says, voice thick with amusement. “both of you. you’re fucking perfect together.”

his hand slides down between you once more, fingers brushing your clit in slow, teasing circles that make you cry out. taki nearly loses rhythm, but you hold him there, urging him on with breathless praise.

“f-fuck, taki—“ you moan. “i’m so close, i w-wanna—please.”

taki lets out a shaky groan, hips stuttering again, but yudai steadies him with a firm hand on his hip. “pace yourself. make her come before you even think about finishing.”

“y-yeah,” taki nods, breathless.

you wrap your legs tighter around his waist, pulling him in deeper. “you can do that for me, can’t you?” you murmur, your tone just a touch commanding.

he nods quickly, almost eagerly. “yes—yes, i can.”

yudai chuckles, sitting back a little to watch, but his eyes stay sharp, tracking every reaction from you. “she likes when you grind right here—” he guides taki’s hips in a slow roll, the angle pressing right against your sweet spot.

your moan confirms it, your hands gripping the sheets.

“fuck,” taki groans, doing it again, and again, until your hips are lifting to meet his.

yudai leans forward, brushing his lips against your temple. “close, baby?”

you nod, eyes squeezing shut. “so close—”

“keep your eyes on her,” yudai tells taki, and when taki obeys, yudai smirks. “watch her face when you make her come.”

your orgasm hits like a wave, your walls clenching tight around taki, pulling a strangled moan from him.

“oh my god—” he gasps, hips grinding into you as if he can’t help it.

yudai hums, pleased. “good. now don’t come yet.”

taki whines at the command, but nods, biting his lip.

he tries to thrust into you slower this time but it’s no use, he just keeps on whimpering every time, closing his eyes with a feverish force that shows how much he needs to come.

you reach up and cup his cheek, thumb brushing the tremor in his jaw, your voice soft and urgent. “you can, taki. if you want to. i want you to.”

yudai watches you, that slow, owning smile playing at his mouth. his hand slides over the curve of your hip, fingers warm and grounding, and he adds, teasing but with the gentleness of someone who knows exactly how far to push: “if you’re gonna ruin her, do it properly. look at her while you finish. show me how much you wanted this.”

taki’s breath becomes a broken sound. “y-yes,” he breathes, the syllable almost drowned in the thudding of his heart. he looks between the two of you, like he’s praying for permission even though you already offered it. the little nod he gives is both terrified and triumphant.

“make me feel it,” you whisper, voice shaking with need. “fill me, taki. make me yours.”

the words hit him like a spark. his hands are on your thighs again, fingers digging in, and he pushes forward, slow at first, then with a surge that takes you by surprise. he slams into you, and a strangled sound rips from his throat — high, needy, fully unashamed.

“let go,” yudai says quietly, and it’s the single permission he needs.

taki chokes, something like a sob escaping him as his whole body rocks forward, the force of his release ripping through him. he cries out, that whiny, broken sound he makes when he’s overwhelmed, “i’m— fuck— i’m cumming,” and he does, his warm seed spilling deep inside you. the sensation makes your head spin.

yudai’s hand on your hip tightens, feeling the tremor of taki’s release through your body. “that’s it,” he murmurs, pleasure and pride laced together. “fill her up. i want to feel you in her.”

taki’s body shudders against you. he’s vocal, whiny, breathy, only a string of incoherent names as his voice breaks. you cry out, fingers clawing into his shoulders as he continues to pulse inside you.

you feel him empty, slow and deep, the pressure building until it finally relaxes, and then a last few trembling thrusts that make both of you groan. his face is buried near your shoulder, lips pressed to your skin as if to mute the sound of his release, but his eyes are squeezed shut, lashes wet, expression unreadable.

“good boy,” yudai breathes, pride and a possessive softness in his tone that makes your chest ache. his thumb traces lazy circles on your hip where the dampness from both of you seeps into the sheets. “look at him. look at what you made him do.”

taki peeks up, face wet with sweat, cheeks flushed. his hands are shaky as he pulls back enough to look at you, searching for your reaction like he needs proof he didn’t ruin anything.

you smile through the haze, pressing a kiss to his temple. “you did so well, taki,” you whisper, voice raw but warm. “you were perfect. you made me feel so good.”

the words make him tremble with relief and pride. the whine that follows is a soft, happy sound that melts you. yudai chuckles, a low sound that’s part amusement and part affection. he leans in to press a kiss to the crown of taki’s head as if sealing approval. “see?” he says. “you were made for this.”

taki turns to yudai, eyes searching for acknowledgment beyond praise — for acceptance, maybe, or for approval that he wasn’t just a plaything for you two. “did i… do well?” he manages, voice small.

yudai’s fingers curl into his hair, a grounding, loving hold. “you were amazing,” he says. “you took her, you made her come. don’t ever doubt that.” his tone softens. “you did it the right way.”

there’s a wet warmth pooling between your thighs, and you can feel the aftermath of being filled. you shift slightly, letting them both feel the weight of you, the stretch and softness settling. taki’s breathing still comes in quick little pants, his chest rising and falling as adrenaline fades away into something softer.

“come here,” you say, and you pull him close, wrapping your arms around him. he melts at the contact, collapsing into your embrace with a whimper of contentment. you press your mouth to his hair, whispering little praises against his scalp. “you’re mine tonight,” you tell him, voice a hush that promises safety, pleasure, and belonging. “you did so well.”

yudai slides beside you, carefully, one arm slings around both of you, drawing you into a warm, intimate hug. his other hand brushes across your belly. he smiles, low and satisfied. “i wanted you to want him like that,” he murmurs against your temple. “you looked so good for him.”

taki makes a small noise, half-laugh, half-whine, and nuzzles into your neck. “i was so scared,” he admits into your skin. “i didn’t want to do it wrong. i wanted to make you feel good.”

“you did,” you assure him, thumb stroking his cheek. “more than good.”

yudai presses his lips to your forehead, voice softening even further. “we’ll clean up in a minute,” he says, eyes flicking to the bed where the mattress is damp. “but first, you both need to rest.” then, with that teasing glint that never quite leaves him, he adds, “and taki? you owe me a rematch. next time i want you to try even harder to be greedy with her.”

taki and you snort. “i will,” he promises, voice determined and a little breathless. “i want to learn more. from both of you.”

yudai laughs, then grows serious, thumb brushing the line of your jaw. “we’ll teach you,” he says. “we’ll show you everything. but promise me you’ll tell us what you want. we care so much about you.”

taki meets yudai’s eyes. “i promise,” he says, and the sincerity in it makes yudai’s face soften.

you pull them both closer, feeling the steady beat of their hearts. the room smells of sex and sweat. yudai’s arm tightens, anchoring you all together.

and through whispered compliments, fingers tracing lazy paths on heated skin, and a comfortable silence, the night goes on.

eventually, yudai shifts, walking towards the bathroom to grab a wet cloth. when he walks into the bedroom again he smiles, seeing you so fond of taki, hugging him, caressing his cheek, praising him for being so good. yudai wipes both your sweat and fluids off your bodies, making small, light-hearted jokes to keep you and taki awake.

when he finishes, he lays on bed again, tugging a blanket up around the three of you. taki lets out a contented sigh, his head resting on your collarbone, the rise and fall of your chest steadying him. you press a kiss to each of their heads, savoring the closeness and the way their presence fits, as if you were made to be.

“we’ll talk later, rest now,” yudai whispers, voice low and promising.

taki nods drowsily, already half-lost in sleep, murmuring, “okay, thank you.”

you smile into him, heart full and soft.

“sleep well, taki.” you answer as you drift into a comfortable sleep between the two of them.

pearl-swan

☆ — TONGUE.CO

(anton lee x reader)

summary: there's a lot of ways to use your tongue, and you made sure to show anton how to do so.

content warning: oral (male recieving), virgin anton, freak reader, experienced reader, inexperienced n shy anton, kissing, best friends with bennefits

v4mpnicho

18+ hooking up with your arch nemesis 101

academic rival!yuma who makes it his personal mission to sit directly in your line of vision just so he can smirk at you when he finishes his exam first. he'll stretch obnoxiously, crack his knuckles loud enough for you to hear three rows back and make direct eye contact as he saunters to the front to turn in his paper — twenty minutes before anyone else. you grip your pen so hard you're surprised it doesn't snap.

guliexe

━━━CLAWS OUT 18+

ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ Byun Euijoo x Female!Reader

.ᐟwarnings/tags: established relationship, birthday boy!euijoo, reader dressed as a cat, dom!euijoo, porn no plot ig, roleplaying, making out, praising, dirty talk, pet names, dry humping, oral (m rec), fingering, choking, unprotected sex, p in v, spanking, cum eating, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampie

𓏸⠀ 𓈒 you dress up as a cat for your boyfriend's birthday and end up spent and dripping.

.ᐟwc: 2.8k

It’s late at night when you finally hear the familiar jingle of keys at the front door. Euijoo’s been out celebrating his birthday with his friends, but now he’s finally home, right where you’ve been waiting. The door swings open, his voice warm and tired as he calls out, “I’m back, baby.” You hear him shrug out of his jacket, the soft thud of his shoes being kicked off by the door. Silence falls for a beat when you don’t answer right away. “Baby?” he calls again, his voice dipping with a hint of curiosity.

You smile to yourself, adjusting the cat ears perched on your head, fingers brushing over the little bell choker at your throat. Your heart flutters in anticipation as you call back sweetly, “In the bedroom!!” Euijoo freezes in the doorway, his mouth slightly open, eyes drinking you in. The cat ears perched on your head, the bell choker jingling softly when you tilt your head, the way the lingerie hugs every curve, the stockings and garters, the fluffy tail swishing behind you…it’s too much.

pageraf

A little rushed but I have many wips waiting...

Wang Yixiang || No scars to your beautiful

Nicholas was a confident guy. He didn't have insecurities, he knew what he was capable of. But there was one thing he hated about him, his scar, he was always afraid that one day you'd find it ugly. But for you, all of him was beautiful, no matter what, you loved every bit of him.

⚠: not many actually, idol!au, established!relationship, mentions of insecurities, some tiny angst, NICHOLAS IS PERFECT OFC, skinship, slightly suggestive (if you squint hard), hurt-comfort of sort, fluff, I prob don't forget smth!

It was like any normal Saturday night. He came over to your house with your favourite snacks for your standard movie marathon.

He showed up at your front door 8am sharp like everytime with a big flashy smile and a huge shopping bag filling with pop-corn, chips, gummies and sodas. "Ta-da!" he said, already wrapping you in his arms. You tippy-toed to reach his lips and kiss him. "Hmm." he hummed into the kiss, his body relaxing against yours.

You pulled him inside and closed the door behind you, his lips still on yours in a slow, sweet kiss. "I could kiss you forever." he exhaled, forehead resting against yours. "Yeah? But now go open Netflix, and prepare these." you said sheepishly, taking the bag from his hand.

He pouted but went to sit on the couch eitherway. He took the remote and connected his Netflix account to your television while you put the snacks to separate bowls, one for the savoury and one for the sweets.

By the moment you were done, the titles were already playing. He decided on «Lion King» for yet another time but it was his favourite and he looked so excited that you didn't say anything. You sat beside him handing him a random bowl, eyes already glued to the screen.

Two movies passes by in complete silence except from when you'd critise the stupid choices of the Disney princesses or when you'd break out laughing at Mater from the «Cars».

By movie three, «Big Hero Six», the snacks had disappeared. So now you were curled up against Nicholas, literally molded to his side. Your arms were locked around his bicep, your head on his shoulder while his other hand caressed your thigh, nothing suggestive, just warm affection.

He didn't notice how the sleeve of his hoodie had rode up to almost his elbow, too engorged in the movie, until he felt your fingers grazing the sensitive skin just a little below his scar.

His hand that was resting on your thigh, instinctively reached for the hem of his sleeve to lower it down and hide the big scar on his elbow.

You didn't gave it much attention then. But you noticed who after that he seemed more nervous and uncomfortable, shifting frequently. He almost ripped off the sleeve of his hoodie from how often he'd stretch lower.

"Nico?" you called, your voice soft, laced with concern. "Hm?" he responded looking down at your eyes. "Is everything okay?" you asked. "Yes, everything's alright angel. " he replied. "Then why you're trying to rip off your sleeve?" you ask, trying to raise up his sleeve. "I-I don't." he responded but immediately tried to lower it down.

Then, you looked in eyes, they looked scared, terrified even. "Nico..." you trailed off, cupping his cheeks with both hands, "Did I do something to make you uncomfortable?" you asked worriedly. "No, no." he replied urgently, his eyes straying from yours.

"Then, do you want to tell me what's bothering you?" you asked, leaving all room to not answer if he didn't want to. He remained silent for a while. He wanted to lie cause it felt stupid but you'd right through him.

"It's just..." he trailed off, his eyes looking anywhere but you, "It's my scar, it's ugly." he continued after a few moments. "People always tell me I look intimidating and this..." he muttered, rolling up his sleeve, "I don't want to look scary to you."

You were speechless, this boy scary, with that bright smile? Impossible!

"Nico..." you cooed, bringing your hand to his cheek to make him look at you, "I could never be scared of you." you assured him. "And those people who say these stuff, they don't know you." you continued, wiping away a tear that threatened to spill from his eye, "They don't know how kind you are, how sweet, how caring."

At that, Nicholas looked back at you, his eyes holding hope but still teary. "They don't know loved you make me feel..." you said, kissing the corner of his eye, "how you make me laugh..." you continued, you kisses travelling lower to his cheek, "how supportive you are." you finished, capturing his lips in a soft, tender kiss.

"You're so beautiful Nicholas and sweet and loving. And I will always love you no matter what." you whispered against his lips. Your lips travelled lower to his jaw and neck, leaving featherlight kisses, a silent promise that you will always love him.

Your fingers brushed lightly upon his scar and he shivered. His hand reached from behind your neck, fingers knitting through your hair, keeping you there, close to him.

Your lips lingered on his scar, caressing the sensitive skin. A faint whimper escaped his throat your lips grazed his shoulder underneath his hoodie. "I love you much Nico..." you exhaled, "You're so beautiful."

"Hm..." he hummed, his hand travelling down your back, settling on your waist, pulling your body flush against his. Your fingers kept tracing his scar, lightly and gently. "I love you so much Y/n." he muttered breathlessly.

You brought your face eye-level to his, looking in his soft brown orbs. Your hands came to cup his cheeks. "I will always love Nicholas, no matter what." you said, "You the sweetest and kindest person I know. And I love you so much."

Nicholas could cry. He never so loved in his life than this moment. He pulled you in his arms like the smallest of distance physically hurt him. He kissed your forehead. Your fingers kept caressing his scar as of it was chasing every bit of his worries away.

And you fell asleep in his arms, your hand still lingering on the scarred skin but he didn't care about that anymore.

He was beautiful in your eyes and that's what mattered to him, he wasn't scary and that was enough for him. And he loved you so much.

peonienicho

What used to be

Pairing : g/n!reader x Wang Yixiang

Synopsis : Reminiscing of what your relationship with Nicholas used to be.

Warning : angst, reminiscing of childhood/teenage days.

Words : 734

🌸 🌸 🌸 🌸 🌸 🌸 🌸 🌸 🌸 🌸 🌸 🌸 🌸 🌸 🌸 🌸 🌸 🌸 🌸

Sometimes I think of my childhood bestfriend.

Sometimes I think of him and what we shared.

I think about his crooked smile and the way he smelt like sweat and grass but never bad.

I think of him when I think of my childhood home.

jrzor

The Town, The Storm, and You.

synopsis ➳ After the unfortunate passing of a family friend, you’ve been dragged back to a town that once meant everything to you. There, you’re faced with someone you wish you had never left all those years ago.

pairing ➳ townboy!nicholas x f!reader

genre/tags ➳ ANGST, hurt comfort, childhood friends to strangers to lovers, reconciliation, fluff, (implied) midwest americana

warnings ➳ cussing, tension, emotional vulnerability, mentions of verbal abuse, depression, grief, guns and hunting, smoking (very minor), daddy issues, there’s some other side characters that are ocs, suggestive content, “——“ to replace y/n

wc ➳ 10.1k+

a/n ➳ okay so i’ve been delaying this fic for like 6 months and i’m finally finished omfg. this fic was heavily inspired by the lyrics of Royal Blue Walls by Jane Remover and a lot of Ethel Cain. anyway, hope you enjoy this, if there’s anymore warnings i should add lmk

echoes-ofmoonlight

still human

✸synopsis: in a post-apocalyptic seoul overrun by monsters, you encounter hyun-su, a mysterious half-human, half-monster survivor. as you navigate a world of fear and death together, you must confront the fragile line between humanity and monstrosity — and the unexpected bond that grows between you. in a city that has forgotten mercy, trust and love become the most dangerous risks of all.

✸genre: one-shot, canon adjacent, strangers-to-lovers

✸pairing: cha hyun-su x reader

✸warnings: mentions of violence, fighting, blood, injury, slightly ooc!hyun-su

✸wc: 5.9k

✸an: lower case intended, no use of y/n, fem!reader / i miss my sweet home phase

[now playing: eyes closed — jisoo ft zayn]

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the tunnel smells like rust and rain. somewhere far above, the city of seoul is dying — again. you move through the dark with a flashlight no brighter than a candle, its beam cutting across old train posters peeling from the walls. stay calm, stay human, they say. no one has stayed either for a long time.

your backpack jingles softly in the musty air — batteries, canned food, a half-empty water bottle. the sound feels too loud. every echo in this underground place could be an invitation.

inkieun

You Poor Thing - Han Su-Gang x F!Reader

Being a foreign exchange student in a Korean high school isn’t just hard , it feels like a cruel social experiment. I barely keep up with the lessons and I laugh too late, answer wrong, mispronounce things so often I’ve stopped flinching when someone snorts. But none of that compares to Han Su-Gang.

content warning - dark!Su-gang, non-consensual and dubiously consensual situations, sexual harassment, slapping, hair pulling, gaslighting, bullying, blackmail, stalking, breaking and entering, and non-consensual photography. This story contains coercive behavior, manipulation, intimidation, invasive violations of privacy, aggressive physical contact, and emotionally distressing themes, with elements of angst throughout.

word count : 10k (my first 10k fic & it took me a week to finish it)

This was requested.

The classroom door slams shut behind me, and thirty heads swivel like they’re synced, eyes slicing into me like scalpels. Every morning, it’s the same walking into this sterile, chalk-dusted hell with my back straight and jaw tight, pretending I don’t hear the whispers or see the smirks. Pretending I’m not completely drowning.

covenexxe

just a taste ⋆₊˚ takayama riki

synopsis: three months in with your roommate, takayama riki. what's new? nothing, except for the fact that it's becoming harder to turn a blind eye to his weird antics. i mean seriously, what kind of roommate asks for a taste of your pussy? -> part one genre: perv roommate!taki x fem!reader, roommates au, smut, porn > plot tw: perverted roommate, cursing, dead dove do note eat (bordering), dubcon, con, fingering, munch taki, oral (fem!receiving), fabric sucking, panty sniffing, masturbation, pussy drunkness, praise, switch!taki, switch!reader, degradation, making out, cum eating, massaging, hints of perverted acts (peeping, exhibitionism, panty stealing, first aid) ⋆ wc: 4.8k (went over A LOTTA board) a/n: perv!taki is back yall, fcking finally!!! she wrote what's been plaguing on her mind so now i can move on. this is so heavily filled with all kinds of perv shit that it legit took me a while, but hopefully everyone enjoys reading this as much as i did writing it mwahh... requests are open wink ;P -> please don't copy or translate ~^^

it’s been around three and a half months since you moved into taki’s apartment and the experience is… interesting to say the least. you didn’t notice it at first, but lately it’s been getting harder to ignore. what exactly? well–

for one, there was the constant masturbation. anytime and anywhere.

“why were you in my bedroom?” you questioned, seeing him carefully exiting your room, skin uncharacteristically shining with moisture. maybe he left his hoodie there again, like last time.

“y-yn! i- you know, just exercising. the ac unit in my room wasn't working and i gotta keep the routine consistent.” your head slowed to a nod, hand on the handle before he stopped you. his hand wiped away at the sweat that trickled down his damp skin, eyes unfocused trying to search for an excuse. “it smells. the room probably smells like sweat, so you might wanna let it air out firs–”

bambidollies

deeper - wang yixiang 𓈒ིུ ❤︎

₊ㅤ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Ⳋ᧙ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ⁺

“In which Nicho can’t help to lose his mind when his girlfriend is on his knees for him.”

‎ ⁺ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❤︎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ⊹　₊ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ͏͏✧ content: +18MDNI

fem! reader x nicholas, established relationship, oral sex (m rec), dirty talk, face-fucking, head-pushing.

hate comments will be deleted and blocked, likes and reblogs are appreciated !!

Nicho didn’t usually get rough in bed. His touch was always soft and gentle, like you were the most delicate thing and he’s so afraid to hurt you.

But sometimes, when you were on your knees just for him, pretty mouth open and pink tongue out. He lost it.

You were between his thighs, knees resting on the wooden floor of the living room, hands on the soft skin of his thighs, he was letting out breathy, shaky sounds as you ran your warm tongue along the underside of his cock, tip red and swollen and leaking at that point. Nicho was already a mess, his head thrown back against the couch, one hand gripping the cushion and the other tangled in your hair as he murmured in low voice about how good you felt.

“Fuck… baby.” he groaned, practically breathless. “You feel so good…”

Fluttering your eyelashes the way you knew he liked it, you pulled him out with a soft “pop”, smiling before kissing the tip and running your tongue again along his length, from his balls to the head before taking him again. He was letting you set the pace, soft and slow as you took him inch by inch. His hips twitched, and you felt the wetness pooling against the lace of your underwear.

He loved when you teased him, but he also got needier.

“C’mon baby…” his hand tigtened in your hair “You can go deeper than that.”

Breathing through your nose, you let him slip deeper in your throat, and heard a low growl bloom from his chest.

That was literally all it took.

In one movement, both of his hands were in your hair. His gentleness turning into demanding pressure. He pushed your head down, slow and steady, forcing you to take him deeper, until the head of his cock touched the back of your throat and your lips brushed his pelvis.

You felt your vision getting hazy thanks to the tears that started to acummulate, and the spit dripping from the corner of your mouth until it soaked your chin and neck.

“That’s it, just like that baby.” he moaned, his head falling down again. “Fuck, you take me so well.”

He was so thick, so warm inside your mouth, you could barely breathe but you knew this was how he liked it, and you loved it too. His taste salty and soft on your tongue, his grip tigjt but not rough enough to hurt you.

Then he started rocking his hips, thrusting into your mouth as he held you there. His cock hit the back of your throat again, you felt the tears starting to fall down your cheeks and you moaned around him as he groaned again.

“Don’t stop.” he hissed, panting as his chest rose and fell. “You look so pretty like this, crying all over me, pretty mouth full of me.”

Nicho’s voice dropped a little lower and darker, his hand pressing at the back of your head while he fucked your mouth rougher now.

“You can take it, can you? My greedy girl…”

The tone of his voice mixed with his dirty words and the taste of him in your mouth had your pussy clenching around nothing, still hidden under your panties which were soaked at that point. And he was so deep in it, swearing under his breath, watching the way you drooled and gagged and cried around him with a feral look in his eyes.

“I’m close,” he warned and his thrusts grew erratic and franctic. “Fuck— yeah, baby. Gonna come down your throat because you were made for this— fuck.”

You felt his cock twitch inside your mouth and you shut your eyes, his hips stuttering, pulsing deep in your throat. Then he spilled, warm and thick and perfect, you swallowed him whole, moaning as a guttural groan left his bitten lips, the veins of his neck popping up and his forehead covered in sweat.

And he never stopped whispering how perfect and beautiful and good you were.

bambidollies

fuzzy - koga yudai 𓈒ིུ ❤︎ ˖ ݁

‎ ₊ㅤ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Ⳋ᧙ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ⁺

“In which sweet, shy reader tries to take the lead with her very dominant boyfriend for the first time.”

⁺ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❤︎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ⊹　₊ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ͏͏✧ content: +18MDNI

fem! reader x k, not entirely sub! k but she tries to take the lead, usage of handcuffs, handjob, edging, overstimulation, dirty talking.

linyyue

one of the girls. (w.yx)

𝜗ৎ: cheating ! (so if you no no like im sawry), betrayal, toxic relationship type shit, secretly seeing your best friend's man and saying you're just doin it for the physical benefits, coming inside lol (nuh UH)

𝜗ৎ: you dearly loved your best friend, giselle. but you just hated the fact that she chose some shitty man to love, who you already saw cheat with goodness knows how many women. yet your lovely friend remained blind to his tactics. but you wonder what could be the consequences if you just happened to be his next victim?

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ short one but hope yall like it lmao (made this shit with a headache so excuse sum mistakes)

it felt sinful. the guilt in your heart spreading all over your body the more he grinded his hips into you.

the guilt flew down heavily into your veins and bones, yet not strong enough to reach your conscience.

because how could you even listen to what your morals were saying, when all you can feel at the moment was his cock stuffing you full?

every pound, every thrust had completely dissolved every thought that attempted to form whenever it was about giselle. and what you and nicholas were about.

you couldn't believe that your own hands were the ones raking down his back, creating marks that would be the proof of everything that had happened.

the red trails that came from your nails had undone something in him. his movements stuttered as if he found pleasure in you inflicting him pain while he had you in this forbidden set-up. it was twisted of him.

it was sickening. disgusting.

you didn't know how you ended up like this. how you ended up under him to be spent and used.

well that was a lie.

you knew why, you just didn't want to admit it to yourself.

you vividly remembered the night you caught him nip on another woman's neck. seeing it right before your eyes.

and when he saw you stare, he gave nothing but a mere smirk of satisfaction. like he was even proud of what he was doing behind his girlfriend's back. almost looking like he was thrilled to have you, her friend, seeing him in the act.

"me? stop?" he mocked, looking down at you. he was long gone from the bar he was from, the woman he was feasting on out of sight.

"fine. since you insist," he trailed off, his tone building up on something to reveal. you can guess it was a condition. but for the sake of giselle, you can practically do anything.

"but i'll stop if you let me fuck you."

that's what got you beneath him every night. that deal.

you were supposed to refuse. but you just couldn't resist him that easily.

and what was supposed to push him away, remained free for him to doll around.

every day that passed, the looming guilt that you had for a crime you willingly let yourself do kept pressing down onto your chest.

seeing them both together, sharing kisses and dates.

giselle proudly saying that he looked like he changed over the weeks, and is treating her in the best version of himself.

all without knowing the nasty truth behind it.

while you look at nicholas, putting up all this show to be the perfect boyfriend giselle believed him to be.

welcoming her with a warm embrace and a kiss on her lip, when the previous night's memories came in the form of his imprinted hands and bites over your skin.

whether it was his fingers around your throat, or a bruise from slapping you too harshly. every presence of him, was present on you.

the absurdity of it all was so overwhelming. yet you couldn't bring yourself to say anything, as he had a leash around you. and he knew how much effect he had over you.

and now, again.

you had him inside you again. to breed you. spilling all his fluids into you like you were nothing but just a dumpster.

why won't you say anything?

it's because you also loved the secrecy and the excitement.

he felt how your breath rapidly rose up again, an indication of your climax. he'd seen it a thousand times before, he had you memorized like the back of his hand. every shift of you, he feels.

pleased that he got you aching for his touch, he pressed against your ear with a dark grin, slicking the shell with his tongue

"look at you, all bitched up" he cooed, increasing the pace of his thrust to push you harder, sweats beaming down his forehead and dropping onto you.

the words that poured over your ears made you shake against him, clamping over his length

"oh how would your friend react about this~?" he continued his ministrations, the filthiness that was slipping out from him drove you high, now as your slick gushed down all over the sheets and him.

with a few more thrusts he chased his own release, emptying himself into you until he was sucked dry.

as you both came down from your ecstasies, you felt that same haunting feeling again.

"don't worry 'bout her, focus only on me."

okay itadakimasu

dontcopyortranslatemyworks (im only on tumblr okay)

nichozzystuffs

Omggg I love ur story so much, can you write something for yuma in the same universe as Jo? Maybe something like rodrick and Regina type of dynamics

hellooo thank you so much for loving my stories and requesting i hope you will enjoy this ☺️🎀

YUMA - LO$ER

pairing: yuma x y/n

contents: mean girls x a diary of a whimpy kid parallel, fake dating, taki is mentioned as yuma's brother, lowkey fast, downbad yuma (if there's anything else pls lmkkk)

to the anon who requested this you're such a genius and ilysm😭🎀

It was a random school day when her car broke down in the middle of the road on her way to school.

“URGH!” she exclaimed, hitting the car tire with her heel. “Stupid car- MOM, THIS SHITTY CAR BROKE DOWN AGAIN!-”

That’s when she heard a loud honk behind her.

She turned around, to see a guy with black hair, crooked grin and… an ugly, rusty white van.

“Want a ride?” he asked.

Y/n's eyes lit up. “You’ll give me a ride to North Shore High?” She gave him her best puppy-eye stare, fully convinced it would work. Pretty privilege.

“Uh, yeah,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “I go there too, so-"

She didn't wait a second, yanking the passenger door open.

“Move your junk,” she snapped, eyeing a pile of drumsticks, empty energy drink cans, and a leather jacket that smelled like smoke.

breathe4me

TAILS THE GANGSTA

˚⟡˖ your wolf hybrid! boyfriend thinks hes hella cool but he can't help but act as a puppy for you˚⟡˖

⋆˚꩜.ᐟ nicho's tail never stops wagging, breeding, knotting, cream pie, raw sex, hickies, peeing, piss marking, soft dom! nicho, oral (f! receiving), lmk if i missed anything.

WC 1562 -- dedicated to @peppers-swan -- m.list

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this is how he looks when—

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