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yudai was perfect. he never once made you question his love for you, always making a conscious effort to show you that his feelings run deep. whether that be taking you out late at night just to watch the stars light up the sky from the rooftops, or simply being there when you needed him. you knew he loved you. you could feel it in every touch and every moment you spent together.
but as time continued to pass, you felt an inseverable knot begin to form in your stomach every time you asked anything of him. your appetite entirely repressed itself and the urge to isolate entirely gnawed at your insides. every time yudai would come close to you, every nerve in your body urged you, screaming at you to run.
and eventually, you listened.
at first, you started to ignore his texts, feeling your chest tighten every time his notification came through. every time he'd check you're okay, a feeling of guilt would settle. and eventually, you started to hide from everyone.
the world was silent for the first time. it was just you.
it was peaceful. though the tightness in your chest never left, you weren't chasing a relief from it in the form of yudai and the sweetness that came with him. there was no guilt from chasing after the love of someone so perfect. love you didn't deserve.
messages would still come through, though the frequency declined. there was no request for an explanation, no begging for you to respond to him. he too started to disappear. you couldn't blame him, of course. but a newfound guilt started to surface, and all you wanted to do was beg. beg for forgiveness. beg for the attention to come back. you fought against that urge with every part of your soul, the guilt aching against your ribs.
so you left. left your apartment and walked. for hours. looping the tangled streets of the city, until the names of side-streets you'd never once explored became ingrained in your mind. the sun had began to set, despite you leaving mid afternoon. but you kept walking, despite the ache in your legs and the battle of thoughts occupying your mind. you refused to return until it all went quiet.
eventually, you found yourself on a park bench, as the sun disappeared behind the horizon and the stars painted the sky. your earphones had died a few minutes earlier, leaving you alone with the quiet buzz of the crickets and gentle chatter of passers-by.
you sat and stared ahead, until someone sat beside you. you turned your head, anticipating an exchanged smile and brief small talk, but to your surprise, it wasn't a stranger beside you, it was yudai. and as usual, he looked beautiful.
just seeing him felt like a gut punch, a reminder of how you'd tossed him around. toyed with his feelings as an attempt to nullify your anxieties.
"hi." he breathed out, an attempted smile tugging at his lips. though there was no warmth in his smile anymore, and the only emotion in his eyes was mere pity. pity for the pathetic mess beside him.
"yudai." was all you could choke out before looking away from him, fighting back the tears desperate to escape from your eyes.
"what's been going on?" he reaches an arm out to your shoulder, but you flinch at the contact, causing him to instantly retract and utter a shaken apology under his breath.
you hated it. how the yudai you knew, so willing to love, always giving and giving, sounded so broken. so torn.
"yudai please, just, go."
"no. i've tried to give you the space you need, but i need to know what's going on. am i still yours? or is this how you're letting me go? without a word?" his tone was sharp, but there was an undertone of fear. as if he was anticipating an answer he was desperate not to hear.
"it's not like that."
"not like what? please just talk to me. let me in, you know i love you, no matter what. please don't shut me out, for whatever reason. if you're done with me, tell me." he reaches for your hand as he talks, his voice shaking. you don't move away this time, as you're not entirely sure he's reaching for you to touch you or to anchor himself. but as you feel his warmth against your skin, your shoulders relax and your chest loosens for a moment.
"i can't be what you need." you whisper, almost too quiet for him to hear. you refuse to look at him, the tears you tried to hold back falling against your will.
"all i need is you."
he gently pulls at your hand, your body falling against his as he takes you in his arms. feeling him so close after so long breaks whatever restraint you had left, as you begin to soak his shirt, uncontrollably sobbing against his chest as you choked streams of broken apologies. he didn't say anything, just running his hand down your back and pressing a kiss to your forehead before whispering that it was okay. he had you.
the two of you stayed like that for a while, before your tears slowed and eventually came to a stop. you brought your eyes up to meet his, to find that his eyes were lighter. he had been crying too. but he smiled. a real smile. and you returned it.
you weren't sure if your relationship with yudai would go back to normal, whatever that might've been. you weren't sure if you'd be able to return his energy for a while. you knew for certain that the guilt would never stop eating away at you, begging you to remove yourself from yudai entirely.
but you also knew you had yudai, and that he was patient. and if you ever felt as though the world was caving in on you, or suffocated by your need to be seen, you knew yudai would help you through every second.
kei is definitely the type to tease. not necessarily in an orgasm denial way, he just loves poking fun at how easy you are for him and how quickly you give in when his voice drops slightly lower and his touches become more charged ❤︎
warnings: suggestive, making out, reader is a little shit lowkey
a/n: my first fic for my favorite unc, yay!!! finally wrote for yudai after what seems like forever since i started writing for the teamies…. idk what took me so long…………
despite acting as a single mom of eight for a big portion of his life, koga yudai’s patience was nowhere near a saint’s.
it wasn’t bad, per se. having a friend group consisting solely of younger people should’ve, in theory, taught him perseverance, a level of endurance needed to survive with such chaotic surroundings. and to be truthful, he has definitely improved a lot over the years — he wasn’t as severely affected by his friend’s constant shenanigans, endless bickering and multiple humorous comments about his age. he’s grown accustomed to it: developing something akin to a shield, a protection from these usual situations getting on his nerves. but there was one thing he wasn’t immune to.
you.
you and your everlasting act of innocency — an act curated specifically to piss him off, he thought, targeted at him with a motive he couldn’t quite decipher. or maybe there was no real motive behind it. maybe you just wanted to see your boyfriend finally lose it. and yet each time without fail, he had managed to keep his composure, or rather its last remains, in tact: without succumbing to your obvious trickery, your plan which seemed almost perfect failing on you once again. he had left you no choice but to use extreme measures — and with just how determined and curious you were, you knew that this time, it had to work.
the first time it happened, yudai almost didn’t notice it.
tired after work and barely closing the door behind him, he smiled immediately when he saw you — your figure leaning against the wall of the hall, phone in hand as you waved him hello, a seemingly innocent smile curving up your lips. had he not been this worn out, he would’ve probably noticed the mischievous glint in your eyes, the scheming look painted across your face. and yet this time, he remained blissfully unaware, focusing on taking off his shoes and loosening his tie with his right hand, veins showing clearly on his outer palm. you came up to him — taking the few steps needed to get to where he was standing, his arm immediately reaching for your waist, already leaning in to plant a soft kiss on your lips.
and yet somehow, instead of your lips, it had landed on your cheek.
his brows furrowed for just a second, but he decided to pay it no mind: maybe it was just an unfortunate accident, you not noticing the fact that he wanted to kiss you. it happens sometimes — and so koga yudai decided to ignore it this time, heading towards your shared bedroom to change into something more comfortable before coming back out, eyes immediately locking in on your figure already sprawled out on the sofa, a blanket thrown over your legs, gaze directed at your phone screen. he immediately took it as a chance to cuddle up right next to you. his lean frame plopped down right next to you, head finding its way to your shoulder as his body finally relaxed, allowing himself a moment of pleasure.
naturally, in true yudai fashion, it wasn’t long before he leaned in again (courtesy of being the clingies boyfriend when left alone with you), lips puckering just slightly as if to show more clearly that he wanted a kiss this time. and yet despite his attempts, you remained unfazed — almost dismissive of his needs.
his face got mere millimeters from yours, lips almost grazing yours, and you only turned away from him. your boyfriend stopped in his tracks for a few seconds — then tried again, this time aiming more precisely.
and still, he missed. or rather you moved away from him: this time lifting yourself up just slightly, into a seating position.
‘you are dodging my kisses.’ he stated simply, his face still hovering over yours. this allegation finally got your attention as you raised your gaze from your phone up to yudai, a smile forming on your lips immediately.
‘i don’t know what you’re talking about.’ you answered him, shrugging ever so slightly. ‘i’m just playing a game on my phone. didn’t notice you wanted a kiss.’
‘oh, really?’
your boyfriend decided to test your credibility — face inching closer to your one last time, trying once again to kiss you.
and once again, just like with each previous attempt, you turned your head away from him at the last second. that was exactly when all the pieces in yudai’s head seemed to fall into place.
‘oh, i see how it is.’
‘what do you mean- hey, that’s mine!’ you exclaimed suddenly upon noticing that he had reached for your phone, snatching it out of your hands and throwing it to the other end of the couch. you opened your mouth to protest, say just about anything — but to no avail, as before you could even form a single word, yudai’s lips were on yours.
the kiss was intense: lips clashing against each other with a newfound force, noses brushing, his tongue immediately tangling up with yours. his entire body hovered above you, held up by just one of his hands — the other one gripping your waist tightly, but not too strong so as not to hurt you. he left you almost no room to take a breath, the vigour with which he kissed you almost sweeping you off your feet. had you been standing up when he initiated the kiss, your knees would’ve probably went out.
you couldn’t help the smirk pulling at your lips, and yudai noticed it immediately, feeling it against his own lips.
‘got what you wanted, angel?’ he didn’t bother pulling away, words mumbled against your lips as his hand trailed higher, travelling up your arms before resting on the side of your neck.
‘exactly what i wanted.’ you murmured back, lips working dynamically against yours. ‘wanted to see my ever so calm boyfriend finally lose his composure.’
‘that’s cute.’ he whispered, lips grazing yours. you leaned in closer to connect them together — and yet this time, it was yudai who pulled away just in time for you to miss. ‘i assume you’re ready to suffer the consequences, then?’
the speed with which your smile turned into a frown was almost comical, a chuckle leaving his lips at the sight.
‘aww, can’t stand being denied a kiss?’ he cooed, leaning in closer again, just enough for you to feel the heat radiating off of his skin. you tried once more: and remained disappointed as yudai barely pulled away, holding you in place with one of his hands.
he shook his head, a chuckle leaving his lips.
‘it’s not that easy, angel. maybe you should ask nicely.’
you glared at him and yudai only smiled — that same mischievous look you had on your face just minutes earlier now glued to his. you were almost disappointed at how quickly he turned things around and ended up on top in this situation: but then again, seeing your boyfriend like this — chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, the stern look in his eyes laced with just a hint of cockiness, face so close to yours — you couldn’t help the excitement building up in your chest. this might’ve been the most attractive he’s ever been.
so you sighed and decided to comply this one time.
one ‘please’ and a look into your seemingly pleading eyes was enough for him to give in, enough for yudai to give you everything you wanted and more.
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warnings: angst, no happy ending, major character death
a/n: i’m back at it again! this whole fic is stupid but i am wrote this bcs i like the idea of someone actually missing me when i'm gone. idk what else to say, enjoy..?
nakakita yuma made sure he looked his best for this day.
the reflection staring at him from the mirror seemed to almost not be his own — hair combed and styled, something he rarely ever did, definitely not on a daily basis, his expression uneasy, almost anxious. his eyes wandered down to his outfit, the ironed out shirt clinging to his body, a perfect fit, the long, black pants adding a hint of seriousness to his look, something which could maybe almost resemble elegance. he felt as if he’s worn someone else’s skin — this was unlike him in every possible way, unlike the style of clothing he’d worn on a daily basis, unlike what his normal, day to day life looked like. but then again, it had to be different; this day was no ordinary one for him, and for him to look ordinary on a day filled with such importance would’ve been a crime in itself.
the bouquet of flowers stood proudly in the clear vase on his kitchen counter, a beautiful arrangement of different colours, delicate petals of camellias, crimson roses, tulips and marigolds held up together with a dark, lace ribbon. he had bought it earlier that day — making sure the flowers would stay fresh and fragrant for this day, making sure to pick ones you’ve always mentioned loving most. he was always an attentive man when it came to you, after all: ever so observant when it came to his one true love, always knowing when something was happening before you were even able to properly put it into words.
he took one last look at himself and smiled — cheeks rising ever so slightly, a soft sigh leaving his lips. today he was going to see you. after an abundance of busy work days taking over his entire days, sometimes even nights, he was glad to finally be able to meet you, to talk to you, to tell you the stories circulating around the office he’s worked at.
the two of you were never exactly a perfect couple to begin with, but what had always mattered to both of you was the determination and drive to do better — for the urge to become a better person and by association a better partner far exceeded any thoughts of giving up on the connection you two had. it was far too precious for the two of you to let go of, far too precious to let it go to waste this easily. each argument, which there were many of, cut through your skin like a knife designed specifically for you — dipped in poison to make the ache grow stronger, to make the pain linger for longer. and yet, despite it all, your love remained tender, pure, even: the poison from the knife kissed away with each apology, each reassuring word coming from yuma’s mouth like a prayer, a promise to you and to the world that he will become someone who’s worthy of having you. worthy of the love you provided him with, worthy of the connection he so desperately longed for. his progress was undeniable with each passing day — arguments becoming less frequent, replaced with small acts of love, reminders of his devotion and dedication.
humanity has always been full of flaws, and yuma has been aware of that ever since he first learned that his parents had lied to him about the existence of santa claus and the easter bunny. no human has been born without flaws — but to find one who was willing to change them, to fix them solely because of love was a difficult endeavour. and yet somehow, the universe has led two such individuals to one another: yuma and you, a pairing seemingly meant to be, meant to stay together and get their happy ending despite the hardships, despite the world’s cruel intentions. in all timelines, in all possibilities, in all lifetimes.
just not this one.
yuma sat quietly across from you, flowers in one hand, the other smoothing down his shirt. the previous bouquet he had brought you had already wilted — his face contorting into a frown at the sight, eyes flicking between the old and new one. he picked it up, gentle fingers switching the flowers for new ones, making sure to add water so they don’t die down too quickly, don’t wither away.
‘i missed you.’ he mumbled, voice quiet, laced with a hint of sorrow, and yet he smiled at you nonetheless. ‘i’m sorry i haven’t been able to visit these past two weeks. work has been crazy stressful lately — project deadlines, too many meetings to count. i hope you don’t mind that, my love.’
you stared back at him from across — or rather your name engraved in stone, the letters written down neatly with a font he had picked out, two dates placed right below the writing. the words were almost painful to look at: to think that they slipped from his tongue every day without fail, always followed by a confession of love, a proclamation of his undying devotion. now, cold and distant, they have remained but a hurtful reminder of what could’ve been.
but that pain didn’t stop yuma from visiting. had he the chance, he would’ve stayed there permanently — humoring you with stories and anecdotes from his life, bringing up old memories to ponder on. the need to see you far transcended any possible hurt.
he had grown accustomed to the silence on your end — he learned to function in it, to enjoy it even. and so he kept talking, about everything and nothing, really — about how euijoo and nicholas almost broke the printer last week, about how an old lady had moved next door to the apartment you once shared, about the new menu at your favorite restaurant. his words didn’t stop flowing for his love for you was still alive and thriving: bittersweet, that’s for sure, but a feeling he wouldn’t, no, couldn’t let go of nonetheless. nothing could ever stop him from loving you, not even death itself.
and when his flow of words had stopped and the stories have reached their end, he stayed there anyways — existing in the silent presence of you, the closest he would ever get to holding you in his arms again.
oh to be k’s lover and to be on the end of his cuteness aggression
❤︎⠀ 。 your boyfriend suffers from cuteness aggression, & you are his favorite victim
•⠀ masterlist 𓋰 💬 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗼 ─── ᛫ ケイ x fem!r ✶ cute moments, description of kissing. don't copy/translate my work. i only write on tumblr.
𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: oh to get the love the teamies get from k 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 a girl can only dream..
you were curled up on the couch in nothing but one of yudai’s hoodies, and your bonnet. sleeves of the giant hoodie completely swallowing your body whole, hair still a bit damp from your shower. the tv was playing some random variety show on low volume, but you weren’t really watching. you were just… existing. soft. warm. enjoying your friday afternoon.
then the front door clicked open.
“baby, i’m home—”
yudai’s voice cut off the second his eyes landed on you. he froze in the doorway, practice bag slipping from his shoulder and hitting the floor with a dull thud. for a full three seconds he just stared, lips parted, like he’d walked in on a crime scene.
then the corner of his mouth twitched.
“oh no.”
you blinked up at him, smiling automatically. “welcome back, yu. how was practice?”
that was the final straw.
he crossed the room in three long strides, dropped to his knees in front of the couch, and grabbed your face with both hands. his palms were warm from the outside air, thumbs pressing gently into your cheeks, squishing them together until your lips puckered.
“you,” he said, voice low and slightly strained, “are actually trying to kill me.”
you let out a tiny muffled laugh. “wha—?”
“look at you.” he squished your cheeks again, a little more dramatically this time, eyes wide and sparkling with that dangerous mix of adoration and chaos. “wearing my hoodie. you look so small and cozy and soft. i leave for work and get to come back to this? im living the dream!”
“yudai—” you tried again, but he was already leaning in, pressing rapid-fire kisses to your squished cheeks, your forehead, the tip of your nose, even the little pout he’d created with his hands.
“i can’t take it,” he groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck and squeezing you so tight your feet left the couch for a second. “i’m having cuteness aggression. it’s terminal. there’s no cure. you did this to me.”
you were giggling now, arms looping around his neck as he rocked you side to side like a giant plushie he refused to let go of. his tall frame completely engulfed you, hoodie riding up a little as he pulled you closer.
“i missed you too,” you teased, voice soft against his ear.
he pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes narrowed in playful accusation. “don’t you dare say cute things right now. i’m already at my limit.” his thumbs brushed over your cheeks again, gentler this time, tracing the warmth blooming there. “every time i see you like this i want to eat you. just a little. affectionately.”
you raised an eyebrow. “affectionately?”
“extremely affectionately.” he demonstrated by nipping lightly at your jaw, then immediately soothing it with a kiss. “see? i’m suffering.”
you laughed again, the sound bright and unbothered, and that only made it worse. yudai let out a dramatic, defeated noise and collapsed sideways onto the couch, dragging you with him until you were sprawled across his chest. his arms locked around your waist like steel cables.
“i’m never letting you go,” he declared into your hair. “you’re too dangerous to be left unsupervised. from now on you live in my arms. new rule.”
you tilted your head up, chin resting on his chest so you could see his face. his expression had softened into something unbearably fond, even as he kept one hand gently cupping the back of your head like he was afraid you’d disappear.
“hi,” you whispered.
his smile went crooked. “hi, my pretty little problem.”
he kissed you then—slow, sweet, and a little bit desperate—like he was trying to pour every overwhelming feeling into it. when he pulled away, his forehead stayed pressed to yours.
“i love you so much it makes me stupid,” he murmured. “and you’re so cute it makes me worse. what am i supposed to do with you?”
you traced a finger along his jaw, smiling. “keep me?”
yudai’s arms tightened again, pulling you impossibly closer until there was no space left between you.
“obviously,” he said, voice warm and certain. “forever. and i’m squishing these cheeks every single day. no take-backs.”
you didn’t argue. you just tucked your face into his neck, let his heartbeat steady under your ear, and smiled as his fingers absentmindedly slipped under your bonnet to play with your curls.
hii i love your work so muchh its so good! i was wondering if you could write something about K perhaps him having a corruption kink or something about overstimulation 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯
࿔ ݂⠀ ໋ notes · awh !! thank u nonnie, will do ₍^ >ヮ<^₎
your first time with kei had rewired the chemistry of your brain. something had been ignited within you. you'd had sexual experience before, but… with yourself. the late nights you'd spent straddling your pillow, rutting into it till you made a mess over it… or even pumping your fingers in and out until you reached your peak; that was pretty much it. and it had kept you going perfectly fine until you'd gotten into a relationship with kei.
it wasn't like there was the expectation to have sex, jump straight into it, he knew you were a virgin and completely respected that. he wanted you to give that precious part of you over to him when you felt ready—he would happily use his fist to keep himself over, he promised to wait for you for as long as you needed.
that was perfect. he was the best boyfriend ever, kindest, sweetest, guiding. and then that became the problem. you wanted to be all over him for how perfect he was, needed to be with him in a closer way than just kisses and cuddling. making out had been the farthest you two had gone, everytime stopping yourselves before it went too far.
it was becoming infuriating, all you wanted was to mount kei and let him show you what you'd been missing out on. all the while, he'd been the upmost respectful boyfriend who didn't go any further than he thought you were ready for.
until the dam broke. after days and days of growing tension and unspoken need, you'd snapped. you told kei exactly what you wanted him to do to you, and when you wanted it. right at that very moment.
he never denied you what you wanted. why would he? he'd been wanting you in every single position imaginable from the moment he'd met you, let alone now that you were his. the two of you had gone for hours, filled with a drive that you hadn't even known possible.
"ruined you for anyone else," he had murmured against your hair in the sticky aftermath, fingers lazily pumping in and out of your warmth even then to give you stimulation as you basked in the passion of the moment. he was addicted to you, he wanted to have you like that every second of every day. "made that pretty cunt mine."
his eyes raked over your wrecked figure, the way your chest rose and fell with deep breaths, the sticky mess of his cum smeared over your thighs. kei felt so lucky to have such a pliant girl like you, eager to be touched. he was your first, and only, sexual experience. that was a feeling unmatched by any other.
all you could do was nod in agreement, face buried into his chest as you weakly rolled your hips down towards his fingers. "head full of just me," he whispered, "can't even think. mm… feels good, honey. yeah… can feel like this all time if you want, i'll give it to you."
kei meant that. what he hadn't expected, however, was the insatiable need he had awoken in you. you needed him, needed some sort of relief at practically every moment of every day. you didn't even understand it yourself, you'd never really felt that aching feeling between your legs be so strong before.
just the sight of kei doing anything made you leak, made your cheeks flush and your mind go rampant. and he was fully aware of every single reaction you had. sometimes he didn't mention it, just smiled knowingly and shook his head, knowing it'd pass and your brain would stop going overdrive.
but, god, if it didn't turn him on beyond belief. there was this dumb glaze that glassed your eyes whenever it happened, you zoned out and didn't even realise. it made kei want to throw you over the nearest surface and fuck you till you cried, till you begged him to slow down. his dick got hard instantly, his heart even raced a little.
whenever you came to him, he couldn't say no. every single time, he said yes, made you squirt, cream, cry out his name. nothing made him harder than the fact he was turning you into a desperate little thing for him.
"you okay, angel?" his eyes were focused on the laptop on his lap, looking over his schedule for the next few weeks when he'd heard your faint footsteps come into the room. he didn't need to look at you to know exactly what was up.
you glanced at the ground, feet shuffling. it always embarassed you to have to admit how badly you needed to cum. "kei…"
"aching again?" he asked, connecting the dots and filling in the blanks for you. "y'know i'm busy, baby…"
"kei, please," you started again, staring at him properly now, fearing the idea of him making you wait. the tut he let out when he heard your pleading words made your head spin a little more, eyes flitting over his face for a long moment before you opened your mouth to beg once more.
you were swiftly shut up by the come hither motion of his fingers, the way he tilted his head to the side and looked you over with that soft gaze. "you're lucky i can't say no to you. imagine if i'd said no. would've gone and rubbed yourself raw on your pillow, hm? poor thing, c'mere, kei's got you."
slowly easing his laptop to the side of the bed, he sat back and spread his legs, nodding you over to him. "thank you, thank you, thank you, kei," you mumbled quickly, cheeks warming with heat as you wandered over to him, the bed dipping beneath your knees as you came to straddle him.
"gotta take your clothes off, hon," he muttered, "not gonna do all the work, i'm the one making you cum here, huh?" he tapped your cheek, knowing you'd already started going stupid for him with the mere thought of being dicked down.
whilst his words, soft and sweet, lulled you into listening to him, the condescending lilt wasn't lost to you. it only further increased your arousal.
your hands moved almost on their own. you grabbed hold of your pyjama top and tugged it over your head, revealing those pretty breasts that kei loved to get his hands on. "panties too, baby, you know the deal." his eyes met yours, expectant.
"yes, kei," you mumbled softly, lashes fluttering as your hands eased down the fabric of your underwear, handing them over to kei who tucked them into the pocket of his sweats with a pleased hum.
his hands slid over your thighs and hiked you up on his chest, bringing you closer to him as you straddled his lap. "grind for me, move those hips," you happily rolled your hips, gasping at the material of his sweats rubbing up against your clit. "make it messy," he cooed, eyes focused on the way your tits swayed.
kei held onto your hips tightly, his own rolling up towards you as his sweats began to tent. they started getting wet at the crotch, a mixture of both you and him soaking the fabric. kei groaned quietly as you humped him, sliding over the length of his dick with a desperation that was palpable. he felt so good every single time, even before you'd even gotten to feel him properly.
"you're such a good girl," he told you, sliding his hand between the two of you in order to shove off his sweats, kicking them off onto the floor before he resumed his position beneath you. "up you get. come here."
kei brought you higher, tongue finding home on the peak of your breast, lathing over your nipple. his lips closed around it, eyes shutting as he held your lower back against him. "prettiest tits," he growled, "so soft, perfect." he was head over heels for every inch of you. your eyes fluttered with every touch, all your thoughts slowly oozing out of your pussy along with your juices.
kei didn't even mind the wet patch you were making on his shirt, pussy sticking to the fabric with each rut downwards. you couldn't help but whimper against him with each suckle of his lips on your chest, each roll of his hips beneath you.
"poor thing needs more," your whimpers told him, a soft coo escaping him.
he had to admit that he wanted you just as bad as you wanted him, his cock steady leaking precum onto his stomach. "need so much more," you whined against his skin, "please. shit, kei, pussy aches so bad…" he could feel the way you clenched around nothing against him, driving him wild.
adjusting his grip on your hips, kei slid a hand down to hold onto his throbbing dick, giving it a slow jerk as he lined himself up with your entrance. his plump tip dragged over your soft folds, slippery with the amount of slick that had accumulated in your time humping him.
he took his lips off your chest, murmuring a soft, "big stretch, baby," as he pushed himself into you. "big stretch…" he muttered again, thighs tensing with the sheer grip your insides had on him.
it was still such a foreign feeling for you, being so unbelievably full. the largest thing you'd taken had been a few of your fingers, let alone his fat cock breaching your hole like it was reshaping you from the inside out.
"it's so.. much…" you hiccuped. it was far from the first time now, but every inch of him felt like a brand new experience as he eased his way in. "you're in so deep, kei," your eyes shut again, face tipped against the crook of his neck when he finally managed to bottom out.
"i know, honey, but you love it that deep, i know you do," his hand roamed over your ass, feeling your cheeks and giving them reassuring squeezes here and there, soft touches. "just need to adjust.. i'll make you cum, baby."
you knew that was a promise.
kei slowly pulled out, a slow process as he tried not to shock you too much. "you're taking me so well," he told you gently, sliding back in again with less caution, knowing you wanted nothing more than for him to take you properly. his grip tightened on you, holding you up before briging you back down on his cock.
"mmh… kei, stop ittt.." it made you flush, the way he took such enjoyment in your pleasure.
"let me see that angel face, come, look at me, there we are," he loved seeing the effect of what he did to you, seeing how easily you let go for him. "tell me how good it feels. tell me how much you love it."
you groaned quietly as his cock slid in and out of you more persistently, glide aided by the cream oozing out of you onto his length. "need it all the time," your words were wobbly and uneven, unable to process properly with his thrusts. it was cruel of him to expect anything coherent when he knew full well what he was doing. "love your cock, kei, feels so good, i… nngh…"
he got off on making you tell him exactly how good everything felt, wanting a detailed explanation of every sensation. "yeah?" he murmured. "can tell. look at you, eyes all glassy," his hands roamed up to your chest, tweaking your nipple as he pounded into you.
every stroke was devastating, hips slamming up against your own and burying his cock even deeper inside. it was an addictive feeling, a sensation that clouded your brain and took over.
"mmgh, kei! feels perfect, so.. so perfect, promise," all your little sounds and mumbles became a jumbled mess of desperation as you rocked down onto him. "ohhhhh, fuck! mmph, kei, kei…. ngh, pleaseeee, so—" you whimpered out for him, mind falling into his hands.
his grip on you only tightened, his thrusts into you growing rougher. "can't even think straight, can you?" kei tilted his hips up a little, giving him a deeper angle.
"no, no, no, no…" you babbled in agreement almost immediately. everything felt so much, all the feelings merging together with each bounce that you made. "ohhh, kei, kei! kei, i'm gonna.. cum… so hard…"
kei loved the sound of that. it's exactly what you came to him for, and he loved fufilling your wishes. "are you, hm?" he dragged you closer, manually bouncing you up and down with his strong thighs so you didn't tire yourself out in search of orgasm.
"up, down, up down, you're doing amazing. workin' for your pleasure, well done. cum for me, baby, soak me, go on," his eyes flit up to watch as your body trembled above him, jolted by the pure pleasure running through your system. "always look so gorgeous when you cum."
all you could do was whimper, whine and sob his name, leaning your face against his neck and shuddering. usually, this was when kei would pull out and kiss all over your face, telling you how well you did and how proud he was.
the stark, renewed pleasure, overwhelming, struck you almost instantly. you squealed when the fuzz of your orgasm increased, as opposed to coming down as it always did. "kei?" your voice was small, confused. "i—mmmmh…"
your body didn't even need to do anything when he grabbed you by the arms and eased you onto your back, kei mounting you from behind and sliding back in again with ease. "nngh! kei, i—i already…" you had never felt like this, not once. "nnnnh.."
"you said you wanted to cum," kei murmured, his teeth gritted as he gave you firm, hard strokes of his length, the tip dragging along your walls in a claiming caress. "so i'll make you cum. again. and again. and again."
his voice was right in your ear, face pressed against your cheek tighter with every moment he lost control. "too much, kei, too muchhh—" you whimpered, face pressed up against his own. every thrust sent you forward into the bed, whole body trembling beneath him.
kei shook his head, "no, baby, not too much. you asked for this," tilting his head down in order to press his mouth to your own. it was dominating, his tongue claiming every taste and corner of your mouth.
his hips slammed into your ass in an increasingly erratic fashion, your lips growing increasingly puffy and kiss swollen between the two of you. pulling back, he pressed his nose to your hair and growled, murmuring a gentle, yet firm, "doesn't it feel good when i take care of you?
you couldn't even speak. it was an entire body experience, your body melting into mush. you couldn't believe it, didn't even know it was possible—being fucked through one orgasm into another, the overstimulation that bled into unimaginable pleasure.
"mmh…" you'd gone completely stupid on his cock, drooling against the bed with half-lidded eyes. all the little comments he made floated around your head; your response was merely a nod and a whimper, even your grip on the sheets loosening.
kei couldn't help but laugh in amazement. "you're so pretty with your head empty," he told you, completely in earnest. "love you like this, fuck. so good for me. i'll think for you, baby. i've got you."
a sense of frustration ran through him at the fact that he wanted to cum—but he supplemented it with the fact he'd get to pump you full of his load. "gonna give it to you, honey, all to you, hahhh…" your body shuddered beneath his hold, eyes fluttering a little more.
"cum with me, baby, just a little more, just a little—fuck!" lowering his head back down again, he kissed you more gently, attentively, a final grunt slipping past his lips as he came. the feeling of your walls clenching around him yet again reassured him, a breathless laugh slipping past his lips.
his hips rolled slowly, not as forcefully as before but helpfully letting his cum paint your walls. "still with me?" he started, after a moment, knowing it was a lot. "you did so good, you know that? did amazingly. did so perfect."
a small smile found its way onto your lips, head tilting slightly into his own. "wanna do it again."
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𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 yudai is such a pervert, only when it comes to you.
𝐂𝐖 dubcon, feral!yudai, pet play (calls reader puppy), degradation, grouping, breast/nipple play, fingering, oral (fem. rec), p in v, unprotected sex, overstimulation, cum eating.
𝐖𝐂 1k
𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ── 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
Perverted Yudai is truly so mean. He loves to tease you, his hands always hovering where you need him — not quite touching but close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his skin. He loves slipping his hand between your thigh, his fingers tracing the outline of your folds through your panties.
He loves it when you wear short clothes, gripping your thighs gently, teasingly as his fingers knead the soft flesh under the guise of ‘comforting’ you. He would “accidently” push things down, making them fall then watching you come pick them up later, flashing him your cute panties and he watches with a satisfied, feline-like smirk or would come behind you — pressing his crotch into your clothed ass, rubbing against it in a way that makes gasp and your cheeks darken.
Whenever you’re lounging on the couch or sitting around at home, his wandering hands would slip under the fabric of your pjs, cupping your tits and twirling your nipples between his slender fingers eliciting soft whines and moans — he drinks them up in the form of sloppy kisses, spit slicked with your tongues clashing.
Perverted Yudai is obsessed with your tits and he made sure you knew that fact. Whether it was his lingering stares, his warm hands all over them or his pouty lips kissing them and littering them with hickies and marks, claiming his territory no matter how hard you push him away or yell at him to cut it out!
His favorite pastime was laying down with his head on your lap and your chest in his face — kissing and licking them, paying good attention to your nipples, sucking on them harshly and grazing them with his teeth. He feels you clench your thighs under him shamelessly, grabbing your hand and placing it on his crotch, moving it to rub on his clothed cock as you mutter a meek ‘Yudai, stop’ but he never listens.
Yudai’s hunger for you was insatiable, a real munch. He slips his arm beneath your thigh, holding your legs open wide. Slow and gentle, starting with his fingers to ease you into it, “So good for me, puppy” giving your dripping folds a playful slap. The sound of his wet fingers slipping through your folds filling the room obscenely, your soft cries and trembling thighs makes him want to be almost gentle with you.
He glides his slender fingers through your slick folds, teasing your clit and your body jerks at the sensation, feeling overwhelmed and dizzy. “Such a needy pup, aren’t you?” he rasped, “what if I stopped right now, huh?” tears gathered at the brim of your eyes, “n-no, please, Yuu aah! I’ll do anything!” shaking your head feverishly and gripping his hand tighter and he smirks, “anything huh?” and you knew you were in for it now when he starts thrusting his fingers at a feral speed, your thighs shaking and spasming uncontrollably.
The first orgasm happens when you come all over his hand, body convulsing as your slick gushed all over his hands and down your thighs. “Say aah, puppy,” Yudai parts your lips with his wet fingers before feeding them to you, making you lick everything ‘til it’s clean but that wasn’t nearly enough for Yudai.
He goes down on you like it's his favorite pastime and it just might be, relentless in the way he eats you out, dragging you back and pinning your hips down whenever you tried to squirm away, his tongue lapping at your sopping cunt like a man starved — consuming everything you offer him. The obscene sounds of him licking and sucking at your clit only makes you clench your thighs against his head tightly, dripping even more slick into his eager mouth.
Yudai drags his tongue up and down your clit then seals his mouth around the nerves, making you cum one more time on his tongue before slowly fucking you open with his fingers ‘til you were soaked and ready for his cock.
Koga ‘just the tip’ Yudai teases you with his cock head at first, tapping it against your leaking cunt — rubbing it slowly as you wither and sob under him, begging him “put it in, please please please’ but why would he do that when the tears streaming down your face and the pure desperation you had for him served to make his dick harder, absolutely in love with seeing you so ruined for him, only him — from his mouth, his cock, his fingers, his everything. He was all over you but not quite in you yet and that drove you crazy.
Once Yudai’s done teasing you though, he feeds you his cock inch by inch, stretching you out deliciously as you grip his shoulder, laughing mockingly against your neck at the way you react so desperately while he’s barely even touching you, “look at you, puppy … ‘r ya that deperate ‘f me? Whatta cockslut you are, arching so good ‘f me.” You clench around him, pulling him tighter, and he makes you an absolute wreck underneath him.
He leans down and starts kissing down your neck, muttering pure filth under his breath while his hips pick up the pace, digging his length deeper into you while you moan and claw at his back, unable to keep up with his feral pace, “aah, Y-Yuu, ‘s too much, I can’t—”
“Yes, you fucking can and you will, puppy. You’re gonna take everything I give you like the greedy slut I know you are.”
You come on his cock while he’s fucking you harshly, and before you even ride out the high of your third orgasm of the night, he folds you in half, your ankles by your ears and Yudai’s fucking you into the mattress. He makes you cum again for the fourth time, no longer in control of your body, barely holding on to your conscious but he’s not done yet, flipping you over and pounding you from behind milking your fifth orgasm of the night.
At this point, your legs felt like jelly, threatening to give out at any moment, while your head feels like it’s floating but you lay in his hold, pliant and willing — just the way he likes. Yudai loves using your body as his own personal fucktoy especially when you’re such an obedient puppy for him, taking everything he gives you eagerly.
get to know me better/a little about me tag (luné ver.) 🐺
name : moka !! ꒰ঌ૮ ྀིᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ྀིა໒꒱
zodiac : aries sun leo moon virgo rising
height : 153cm ~~ 5ft exactly
orientation : bisexual (¯ . ¯;) i think
ethnicity : mixed
bias line : taki, k, fuma, maki
bias wreckers : yuma, nicholas, harua, jo, ej
how long have you been a luné? : since i-land / &audition
favorite &team song right now + your ultimate all-time fave : right now i really like magic hour and blind love ! my favs of all time are under the skin & firework ~~
what's your favorite &team comeback or era : i really love all of the 4 seasons eras,, jyuugoya, samidare, yukiakari, & aoarashi ~ but i also really loved btl music wise + concept wise (im obsessed w the gaze ver...)
favourite fruit : strawberry !! 🍓
favorite season : spring~ (ﾉ*>∀<)ﾉ♡
favorite fictional characters : kenma & atsumu from haikyuu, nagi from blue lock, alma, nei & tao from gokurakugai, marin from my dress up darling, tamon from tamons b-side, chii from chobits, daeho from cupids chatroom, tahel from dark moon: grey city, hinako & kotoyuki from silent hill f, ada wong from resident evil ~~
oooo this is so fun thank u @smidare for the tag! yay
name: mimi ^-^
zodiac: scorpio
height: 175cm/5’9”
orientation: unlabelled
ethnicity: white/european?
bias line: jo♡, fuma, maki
bias wreckers: nicholas, k, taki
how long have you been a luné: since deer hunter era (january 2025!)
favourite &team song rn + ultimate all-time favourite: current favourite is road not taken! obsessed with the choreography it’s so cool. all time favourite is big suki thooo (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
what’s your favourite &team comeback or era: will ALWAYS be deer hunter. always forever
favourite fruit: strawberries! or red grapes 🍓🍇
favourite season: autumn 🍂
favourite fictional characters: saiki k, leon kennedy from resident evil, ash from apex, tanaka & sugawara from haikyu!
favourite scent: umm maybe vanilla? idk
favourite colour: purple!! more specifically imperial purple
if you were an animal, which would you be: uhh i would hope people associate me with tigers bc i love them. or maybe an otter
favourite band/artist: &team (ofc), keshi, chase atlantic, ethel cain, no guidnce, tiffany day
average sleep hours: usually 6-7 (unironically)
number of blankets you sleep with: i sleep with 5 blankets exclusively. no covers.
dream trip: probably china, sweden, or japan!
last thing googled: rice purity test 😭 i remembered its existence through a tiktok and checked
account created: february 2025!
what’s your aesthetic: my online & irl aesthetics are VERY different. online is more soft, white and grey, cutesy… offline it’s very grunge(?), darker, less feminine
tags: @7yataki @stxrrymarsz @junifi3d @hironoshimura @doyoueverthinkofrose @tobiobread @eu1joo - no pressure! just fun ^~^
you're seeing stars. you have been, for the past few… hours nicho's been gracing you with the devastatingly deep drag of his cock through your warm walls. can you blame him? he had every intention of giving you a break and peppering you in the kisses he always gave after you put up with his insatiable nature; but that look on your face? the needy, wrecked one? you didn't even know you did it, if anything, your brain was off in a million other places revolving around your boyfriend—
nicho loved it. your eyes, glassed over, roaming over his face with a pleading look he'd be a monster to say no to. even the way your lashes clumped together a little with wet, cheeks glistening with the hints of tears, all of it went straight to his dick. you knew it did, considering he hadn't stopped in so long.
you took a moment to respond to that. there were so many sounds coming from every angle; the slick of his cock squelching back into you every few seconds; his heavy panting fanning over your ears; the faint buzz in your ears when his bicep pressed too far against your neck. "still with me?" he said that with that low, teasing lilt to his voice, like he knew full well you were being pushed to your very limit.
a pitiful little sound escaped you when you felt the firm press of his fingers into your cheeks, no mercy in the harsh way he grabbed your attention. "asked you a question, baby," a particularly thorough thrust forced the words out of you, wobbly, a little unstable:
"nicho," his fingers pressed further. "m'here…" the grip he had on you eased, but barely, the pressure of his thrusts somehow growing stronger. your boyfriend had the stamina of a thousand men, whilst you were left to fend for yourself against his voracious appetite.
any hope you had of him giving up and settling down for the night was killed a long time ago. when you'd insisted on laying on your back because you were tired, a glimpse of mercy dawned. perhaps he'd be kind enough to wait till morning?
wrong. extremely wrong. he'd had you held up by his arm for a good while now, locking you in place with a snug practical headlock, pinned down by his body. and damn it, there wasn't anywhere else in the world you wanted to be. stretched around his cock, drooling into his skin? felt like home. was all you could feel, that floaty feeling keeping you in a permanent state of euphoria since your last orgasm.
you couldn't even remember how many times he'd pushed you over the edge. naturally, nicho was keeping count.
"s'the most you've ever cum for me, y'know that?" any other time, you would've been ashamed of the borderline pornographic moan you let out when the pink muscle of his tongue flattened against your cheek, lapping up the salty remnants of his passion littered over your skin. "fuckin' soaked the sheets. pretty pussy can't stop gushing for me."
apparently, you hadn't responded enough for his liking, a gasp tearing out of you when he pulled back, fingers firmly buried against your scalp in order to shove you against the bed. in an act of pure ego, his hips slammed rapidly, faster than before, against the swell of your ass. "gushing for me, i said. leakin' all over the place. who's gonna clean your messy hole up, hm?"
nicho did it on purpose, shutting up for a brief moment in order to make it clear just how wet you were, how good he gave it to you. it surprised even you, the sloppy sound of him pounding onto you without hesitation. the evidence was there—thick, almost dried with how long it had been, translucent streaks of his seed stained your inner thighs, the sheets.
"shit, i guess i have to. always gotta do all the work around here, huh? you just sit there and get dicked down, that's how it works," enough of making his point, he decided, showing the faintest hint of affection in a few strokes of your hair before his hands firmly planted onto your hips. yanking you back, he managed to get even deeper inside you as your insides clenched around him.
all you could let out was incoherent babble, considering he was practically nestled in your throat from below. "that's it, baby.." he growled, tongue lathing over the soft skin of your neck, nose nestled against the surface. "take it all, shit… want you so full of me you forget your name."
you whimpered, whined, clawed at his thighs, leaving the prettiest streaks. it pleased you even more to know he'd be showing them off like battle scars in the morning. "don't need to think, just gotta let me in, baby. let nicho in, there we go… see, she knows who takes care of her."
"do you? mm? do you know who takes care of you like this? makes you feel good every time?"
if there was one thing you'd always remember, not even you own name, it was that. "you, nicho, you! you.. shit.. make me feel good." that devilish smirk pulled against your neck, proud, claiming.
"that's right, honey. nicho makes you feel good all the time. no one else. just nicho."
【 18+ 】 tw ──── futch!fuma. . strap riding, fuu is a bit mean, yapper fuu, talk of pokémon (soz im a nerd) don't copy/translate my work. i only write on tumblr.
you’re straddling fuma’s hips, thighs trembling as you sink down onto the thick strap she’s wearing. the silicone stretches you open so perfectly it makes your breath hitch every single time you take her deeper. her back is against the headboard, one hand resting lazily on your waist while the other presses at buttons on her switch like she’s completely unbothered.
she’s mid-sentence about pokémon, voice low and smooth.
“—so yeah, i was thinking about building a new team. i’ve been really into hisuian typhlosion lately. the ghost typing makes it nasty in doubles, and that overheat animation is just—”
you moan, hips rolling instinctively, and your eyes flutter shut for half a second as the strap drags against that gummy spot inside you.
fuma’s hand tightens on your waist immediately, fingers digging into your skin—without missing a beat in her sentence, she snaps her hips up hard, driving the strap deep and sudden. your eyes fly open with a sharp cry.
“eyes on me, baby,” she says calmly, still sounding like she’s just talking about pokémon strategies. “you close them again and i’ll fuck the focus back into you, yeah?”
you nod quickly, breath shaky as you start moving again—slower this time, trying to stay present.
fuma continues like nothing happened, thumb stroking your skin sweetly.
“anyway, i was thinking of pairing it with a support like indeedee, maybe whimsiscott too—the psychic terrain boost is actually cracked if you—”
another involuntary whimper leaves you when the angle shifts and the strap presses right against your g-spot. your rhythm falters, head tipping forward as your face scrunches up.
fuma doesn’t even pause her sentence. she just thrusts up sharply again—once, twice—forcing you to take every inch while she keeps talking.
“focus,” she murmurs, voice dropping into that dominant tone that makes your stomach flip. “i know it feels good, but you’re gonna listen while i fuck you, okay? tell me what i just said.”
you whimper, trying to steady your voice as you keep riding her. “h-hisuian typhlosion… hah—and indeedee…um—whimsiscott—mmph—psychic terrain…”
“good girl.” she smiles, pleased, and rewards you with a slow, deep roll of her hips that makes you gasp. “now keep going. don’t stop moving.”
her hand slides up to cup your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple as she keeps talking about type matchups and shiny hunting like she isn’t balls-deep inside you, controlling every single bounce of your hips with that calm, teasing dominance.
every time your focus slips—every moan that gets too loud, every time your eyes threaten to close—fuma drives up into you with a sharp, punishing thrust that forces your attention right back to her voice and the way she’s filling you up.
𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: saw that pic n someone commented why we r on top of her n i immediately imagined riding futch fuu whilst she yaps about pokémon... this was completely self serving hehe
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hi! i can't stop thinking about grinding against K's thighs needly like a bunny in heat but he's being so mean denying your orgasms, mocking your cries and not even touching you where you need him the most.. your pussy is throbbing and his thigh is drenched but you kept going hoping he'd finally let you come but bad girls don't deserve rewards, do they?
your brain nonie...i lit just woke up but i NEEDEDDDD to write this.. i hope this is what ur lookin' for ♡ 🐰
【 18+ 】 tw ──── meandom!k . . thigh humping, orgasm denial, edging, thigh riding, meanie k won't let u cum. don't copy/translate my work. i only write on tumblr.
you'd been bratty all day, sly comments and rolling your eyes when he told you to behave, “accidentally” brushing against him with too much attitude, murmuring “make me” under your breath when he warned you to watch it. all of it building up had caused him to have enough.
now you’re paying for it. hard.
k has you straddling his thigh, completely naked while he’s still fully dressed. his shorts pushed up so that your soaked cunt can hump at the hard muscle of his leg. you’re grinding down desperately, hips rolling in frantic, needy little circles like a bunny in heat—short, quick humps that make your swollen clit drag over his skin with every movement. your pussy soaking his thigh so much that the obscene wet sounds fills the room every time you slide forward.
he's sat back, one hand loosely on your waist, the other resting on the arm of the couch scrolling on his phone—the noise of whatever he's watching barley covering up the squelching that fills room. his cock sitting heavy and obviously hard, against the fabric of his shorts, but he hasn’t touched it. hasn’t offered it. hasn’t even let you feel it.
his fingers only start holding your waist firmly when whenever you get too close—whenever your hips start stuttering and your moans turn into those high, broken little cries he simply tightens his grip and forces you to slow down. or even worse, he stops you completely, holding you still while your soaked cunt throbs and clenches uselessly around nothing but the muscle of his thigh, your orgasm cruelly ripped away again.
every once and awhile he'll flex his meaty thigh against your dripping heat causing you to let out small gasps, chasing that release he refuses to give you.
the thick muscle jumping and pressing up firmly against your throbbing heat. the sudden pressure making your breath hitch, a tiny gasping whine slipping out as you chase it, grinding down harder, faster, trying to ride that perfect ridge of his thigh.
but the second your moans get a little two loud and your pussy starts fluttering, right when you’re teetering on the edge—
he relaxes the muscle again, fingers digging into your skin as he holds you still.
a broken, frustrated sob rips from your throat. your hips jerk uselessly against his iron grip, trying to chase the friction that’s suddenly gone, your clit pulsing angrily with denied release.
“no—no, please— i was so close—” you cry, voice cracking, tears spilling once again as you struggle against his hold. tears fall into his already wet shirt, you don't know how long you've been crying for wet spots to form on the fabric. maybe its drool? god, have you been drooling?
k just snickers before letting out a low and mean mocking laugh, eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction as he watches you whine and cry.
“‘nooo, pleaseee’—no,” he mocks, tone shifting almost sweetly, as he watches the fresh tears spill down your face. “bad girls don’t get rewards. you spent all morning mouthing off and teasing me. now you can keep riding my thigh until you’re a shaking, dripping, crying mess… and maybe—maybe—if you beg nicely enough and admit what a desperate little slut you are, i'll think about letting you cum.”
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i really do appreciate every like on my fics, but sometimes we writers need a little more than that. likes are nice, but comments and reblogs (especially with tags or your thoughts) mean so much more than you think !!
i feel rather silly posting this, but ive noticed the interactions on my post have slowed and some stuff i write can have over 300 notes but 0 comments & reblogs (¯ . ¯;) . im not begging for interactions. i’m just saying that more personal interactions motivate me so much more and let me know if you enjoyed the story, if it hit you in the feels, or if you’re just saving it for later. a comment, a reblog with some tags, or even a quick comment about your enjoyment of the fic means the world. it makes us feel like someone actually read it and cared enough to say something. i have no clue if what i write is enjoyable to others because all of my readers seem to be silent. it makes me feel so demotivated.. ( ʚ̴̶̷́ .̠ ʚ̴̶̷̥̀ )
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