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warnings: no smut, just tension. use of pet names, no Y/N usage, and I tried my best not to describe readers appearance as I wanted to be as inclusive as possible !!
Thank you for your attention, hope you'll like what I wrote.
other parts of this mini series : chapstick ver. and pepero ver.
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Slow mornings with your boyfriend, Yudai, are the best thing ever, but you don’t get to have them too often. That’s why you always try to make the best out of his free mornings, taking care of each other, cooking real breakfasts that take too much time to be done on a daily basis, savouring every second together as if you've never been with each other for more than five minutes.
You just finished frying eggs for both of you when he came into the kitchen, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist, tucking his chin into your neck.
“Good morning again, sweet cheeks,” he smooched your left cheek. “Good morning, old man.” You stuck out your tongue at him, placing half of the eggs on your plate and half on his. “Can you please get some juice and place it on the table for me?” he nodded and squished your cheeks, making you pucker your lips to let him kiss them.
“Did you already drink coffee?” he asked, going in for a second kiss as you hummed in response, “I like coffee better like this”. He let you go and went to the fridge to get the juice you asked for. That reminded you of something, a game you’ve read about in a blog.
‘Blindfolded tasting,’ your mind went back to the last research you have done, to a game with very simple rules: 1. Blindfold your partner 2. Take turns feeding each other small bites of food.
“I have an idea,” you placed both your plates on the table. “Why don’t we play a small game tonight, before the movie?” You two planned a movie night for that day, even if you always end up ignoring the movie to cuddle instead, leaving it as background noise. “Sure, sweet cheeks,” he chewed his eggs, “what game is it?” he asked, after chugging his coffee as he couldn’t start his day without it. “It’s a surprise, you don’t get to know until it’s time,” you teased, leaving him suspicious. He didn’t insist on knowing more, unusual for his curious nature, and you both finished having breakfast.
You spent a good day together: you went out to do some shopping, had lunch outside, and, after a cuddle session at the end of which Yudai completely fell asleep, while he napped, you kept working on some projects you had due Thursday next week. When he woke up, a few hours later, after he regained some of the sleep hours he had lost because of his hectic schedule, he went out for a run and came back with some fresh fruit to eat together in front of the movie.
“So, what was your idea, sweet cheeks?” he asked, throwing himself on the couch attached to your left side. He wrapped his arm, left bare by the white tank top he was wearing, and gave you a sloppy kiss on the cheek. “Do you know what blindfolded tasting is?” his ‘Go in Blind’ blindfold was shoved at the bottom of your shorts’ pocket “It’s a game I saw on internet, and I wanted to know if you’ll be able to understand the flavour without looking as you did this morning with coffee” you smiled brightly, enough innocent looking to make him fall for the half lie you just told.
You were truly curious about his skills in this, but you were also all in for an activity that you already knew was gonna end with a heavy make-out session.
“I’m open to trying it if you want, love. I think I already know the rules anyway,” he lightly scratched your neck. You both chose two ingredients without showing them to each other, and took turns playing.
“Tongue out, baby,” you demanded, pressing his lower lip down with your index finger’s pad. He playfully bit your finger before complying. You sprinkled some salt, and he immediately withdrew, hiding his tongue from you and closing his eyes tightly as the taste hit his taste buds. “This is salt clearly, and you were mean.” he took off the blindfold before you even told him if he was correct or not. “Do I need to call you salty cheeks from now on?” He chugged his entire glass of water in half a second, trying to get rid of the taste. Maybe the little sprinkle of salt wasn’t a little sprinkle at all.
“My turn!” he drank two glasses of water before making you turn. He took a small teaspoon of crunchy peanut butter. Your lips were serried, scared he was going to take revenge and give you something disgusting. “Come on now, sweet cheeks. Will you open your mouth for me?” he pressed the spoon to your lips, and you instantly parted your lips. “Peanut butter,” you immediately answer, with a big smile decorating your face, before it drops completely, “the crunchy one tho”. He praised you and went on, trying the blindfold behind his head.
He bought fresh red cherries today, and you knew they were some of his favourite fruits, so you took half of them between your lips, forming a small O, and made him eat the other half. Your lips inevitably touched, and before biting, you felt him smiling. “Cherry, directly from the lips of the most beautiful woman on earth,” he gave you a peck on the lips, both yours and his reddish from the intense colour of the juice. “I didn’t want you to eat the seed,” you shrugged your shoulders.
“Now turn baby, you’ll like this one”, his eyes kept going from the peanut butter’s spoon to the strawberry ice cream he chose, and smirked. He dipped two fingers inside the already melted ice cream and left a trace on his neck, guiding you to it by putting a hand on your nape. “Tongue out, baby”, you obeyed, and he tilted his head to give you more access. “Ice cream cause it’s still a bit cold,” you went in for another lick before answering correctly. “It’s a tie, sweet cheeks,” he caressed your cheek.
“Why don’t we make another round? I really want to know if you’ve been drinking all the orange juice I freshly make for you every morning”. He kept caressing your face, shifting to your neck to let his finger move up and down it. You tilted your head, confused about how he could do that.
“On your back, sweet cheeks. I gotta get you to drink your vitamins”.
𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐒
Nicholas barefaced was a gift sent by heaven itself. His face is less pale than usual, his piercing eyes looking softer like he just woke up, with sleep lingering on his face, and he tries to get rid of that drowsiness by rubbing his eyes aggressively. That night, he looked exactly like that. Tired after a long day, sleepy because his regular bedtime hour was approaching, but strangely restless.
“Boo, what’s wrong?” you asked, massaging his neck, hoping to ground him and make his leg stop bouncing like crazy. “I don’t know,” he rested his head on the sofa’s headrest, looking straight into your eyes, pupils dilated, and eyelids half closed. “I’m sleepy, but not enough to go to sleep. I’m tired, but I still feel a strange kind of energy, and bouncing my leg isn’t enough”. You moved his hair out of his forehead and gave him a kiss before moving your hands down on his shoulders.
“Wanna talk for a bit? Tell me what you and the guys did today?” you asked, already moving to sit next to him. He let his head fall on your lap as soon as you settled down, and he lay down, looking up at you. “K scolded Juju during practice today,” he suddenly said after a long moment of silence, as if he was searching in his mind for what to tell you about his day. “He threw his blindfold on Jo, and K noticed. You should’ve been there; Jo was very confused, Juju burst out laughing, and K just sighed. We didn’t see when it happened, but we had the video. It was so unintentional that alone was extremely funny.” he let out a low laugh, remembering it.
And you just smiled, caressing his exposed collarbones as you were doing before. Seeing him happy makes you happy, and you could actually picture the entire scene. It must’ve been funny. He kept talking about his day and asked you about yours, but he kept fidgeting with his hands, turning his body on the side, and then on his back again.
“Boo, I still feel you pretty agitated,” you placed your hand on the sides where his neck connects to his jaw, to make him look at you. “Wanna watch something? It might make you sleepier. You always doze off when we cuddle and watch TV,” you suggested, and he gave a nod, unsure if that was going to work. “Can I be the small spoon?” he asked in the shyest way possible, avoiding eye contact with you at all costs. “Sure, boo,” you smiled reassuringly, “let me just…” without letting you ask, he moved closer to the edge of the couch and left some space between him and the back of the couch. You let him choose what to watch, knowing you aren’t really gonna watch it. “You look pretty barefaced. I never tell you, but I always think that you are immensely beautiful with and without makeup on,” he mumbled, eyes closed, trying hard to fight the energy inside him, and finally fell asleep. “Thank you, love. I think that you are very beautiful too, without makeup on Nicho. My love bug,” you smooched his shoulder. But cuddles didn’t work, and he kept moving.
“Can we play a game? I’ve been wanting to try it for a while now, and since I can’t sleep, this might help me by spending some energy,” he said, turning to face you. After you accepted with a quick: “You know I’m always open to trying out new things”, he quickly explained the ‘Blindfold tasting’ and its rules. “Gonna take the blindfold from my drawer, you can choose two things in the meantime. I already know what I’m gonna use.”
He got up from the couch and went straight to your shared bedroom. You picked out cinnamon and iced tea, craving something sweet with cinnamon. If it wasn’t so late, a coffee with cinnamon sounded like a very good option. Nicholas came back and quickly took what he needed from the kitchen, hiding it from your sight. Head and tail decided he was going to be the first one to be blindfolded.
He independently opened his mouth and showed you his tongue, without needing you to make him stick it out. You let some cinnamon fall on it, and a second later, without even tasting it, he answered correctly: “I knew you were going to pick cinnamon. Aren’t you a bit too obsessed with it? Do I need to fight it to regain your love?” he was already about to punch the air as he always does, but you stopped him. “No boo, you don’t. My heart is all yours, now give me that blindfold.” he handed it to you and, as you were putting it on, he prepared the most disgusting thing he could think of: a spoon of cold tomato sauce from the fridge.
“Nicholas, why the fuck did you think it was a good idea to give me tomato sauce?” You were going to throw up, but luckily, water helped you make the taste go away without too much effort. “Sorry, baby, I wanted to try it out. I’ll be kind with the next one, I swear,” he laughed at your annoyed face. He loves teasing people, and you weren’t an exception.
“My turn,” you drank some tea and waited for him to be ready. When he positioned himself, waiting for you to give him the next dish, you tapped on his lips twice with your index finger and made him open his mouth, just to kiss him. You were getting him back with iced tea, pouring it mouth-to-mouth. “Iced tea, green one,” he smirked, “you know I don’t mind spit, right?” he teased, amused by the sight of you getting red as a tomato. “Stop and go on”.
He waited until you were ready to move his shirt out of the way and sprinkle some sugar on his collarbones. Oh, he knew damn well how attractive you think they are. He guided you there, and the grainy texture mixed with the taste gave it away immediately. “Sugar, clearly!”
He praised you and gave you tons of kisses, sloppy ones too, noticing how the taste of cinnamon was lingering in your mouths, making every kiss taste like it. “How much cinnamon did you assume this week?” he asked, amused, interrupting your kissing session. “Not too much, I swear,” you put a hand on your chest and lifted the other one.
“You know, they say cinnamon changes people's taste, can I eat you out?”
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“Yuma? Are you awake?” you called your boyfriend out, balancing the grocery bag in your arms to not make them fall while you took off your shoes. It was Sunday morning, you knew he was going to sleep until late, and decided to go grocery shopping before he woke up. When you finally got both your shoes off, you headed straight to the kitchen, only to see him slouched on the kitchen counter, looking intently at the coffee machine.
“Good morning, Bubba! Did you have a good sleep?” you asked, leaving the bags on the counter in front of him. You bent and fastly pressed your lips on his. “Perfectly, even if you move and snore too much,” he teased. Before you could retort, the microwave signaled his usual morning hot water was ready. “Why were you looking at the coffee machine?” you asked, remembering his furrowed eyebrows, gaze narrowed on the machine. He shrugged: “I was just asking myself how someone can be so masochistic to drink every morning something so bitter like that”.
He peeked at what you bought at the store, and saw a package of multi-flavor damaichuhai kohakutou, your favourite candies. He was already reaching them, but you slapped his hand. “No, I bought this for me, and if you want them, we can eat them tonight in front of our movie,” you explained as you took them and put them in the kitchen drawer. “I’ll be out for the next hour probably. I have to get a new blouse for a presentation I have on Wednesday, and then I’ll go buy some gifts for Lia’s birthday. I have to mail them on time,” you explained, as you kept putting groceries in their designated place. He hummed and nodded in response, still sipping his warm water.
“I’m going to be at home the whole morning, I’ll be working on some music,” he stretched his arms out, revealing a bit of the tattoo on his stomach. “I really hope they’ll make you produce music for the group one day,” you smiled at him, knowing how passionate he is about music. “You have great skills, Bubba, I’m sure they’ll let you participate in the creative process soon”. He smiled back at you and looked at the time. “I’ll finish this up, you can go if you need to. The sooner you leave, the sooner you get back, and we’ll have more time to spend together”. You nodded and gave him a kiss on the cheek, only for your face to be held by one of his hands to turn your face to him and give you a good kiss.
You ran all your errands: new blouse, gifts for Lia, a small casual gift for Yuma because you saw something that reminded you of him, something for your kitty Binni, and lunch from a restaurant you both love.
“Bubba, I’m home again!” you yelled from the entrance, leaving your shoes there and all your bags in your bedroom. You jogged to the living room and saw Yuma sprawled on it, phone in one hand and damaichuhai kohakutou in the other. You put your hands on your hips and looked him up and down with a serious face.
“Yuma, what did I tell you? Those were for tonight, to eat them together.” You passed a hand on your face and shook your head in disbelief. You thought about how to make him pay and remembered something you’ve seen on TikTok. It was a video on games to play with your boyfriend, and the blindfolded tasting was the right one for the moment, since you bought pepper that morning.
“Well, I had a game to play with you and those, but I guess you don’t care about it.” You shrugged and went to the kitchen to leave your fresh lunch on the counter. He followed right behind you. “No, bug, I want to play. I just ate 1 of them,” he tried to justify himself, but you looked at him with the knowing look that you know will make him confess everything. “Maybe I ate 6 of them, but I really want to play with you! Now, tell me all the rules”.
You quickly explained it and yelled: “I’m going first! Blindfold yourself”. You handed him your scarf, and he tied it behind his head, while you took the ingredient with which you hoped to have your revenge on him.
“Tongue out, I’m putting this straight on it”. You took some black pepper with your fingers, but you didn’t have much time to sprinkle it, as he immediately sneezed when your fingers got close to his nose. “This is pure devil,” he coughed multiple times before answering correctly, “Black pepper, the smell gave it away immediately,” he explained, passing you your scarf.
You were ready and heard him getting up to pick something from the fridge, coming back immediately, and with a cold spoon pressing on your lips. You almost threw up right then, as soon as the “cold store-bought chicken broth” flavor hit your taste buds. “Yuma, what the actual fuck. This is disgusting!” You emptied an entire glass of water to get rid of the taste, and another one to not mix chicken broth flavor with the next thing you were going to use.
You drank some of his favourite chocolate milk and kept it in your mouth, while he finished tidying the blindfold. “I’m ready,” he said, before feeling your hand on his nape, guiding his face near yours. With your free hand, you tapped him twice on the chin, right under his lower lip, to make him open his mouth, and kissed him deeply. You let all the chocolate milk flow into his mouth and moved your hand from the nape to his throat, feeling him swallow it immediately. “Chocolate milk, my favourite one in a new, better version,” he left your mouth only for a few seconds before returning with impetus. You had to lightly push him away to breathe again.
“Bubba, stop. I still have one of your picks to guess,” you protested.
He then removed the blindfold and helped you tie it. You stayed still, waiting, until you heard a: “It’s ready”. Yuma covered his index and middle fingers with honey and softly touched your lips, smearing it all over your lips, before making you open them. “Suck on them, Bug. We don’t want to make the couch all dirty, do we?” he teased and felt your tongue swirling around his fingers. “Honey,” you answered. “That’s right, bug”. You took off the blindfold and gave him one last, small, kitten lick, looking at his face getting a bit red. His hands roamed all over your body, going under your shirt to play with the hem of your bra.
“Now, you made me crave milk with honey. You got to make it up for me, don’t you think, bug?"
🍴♡ thinking about fem!fuma teaching you how to eat her out for the first time
the apartment was quiet except for the soft sound of your breathing and the occasional shift of fabric as fuma settled back against the headboard.
you knelt between her open thighs, her robe pushed aside, the warm, flushed skin of her cunt already glistening under the low light. your hands rested on her thighs, fingers slightly trembling. fuma’s hand slid into your hair, gathering it gently at the back of your head. not pulling yet—just holding, steady and sure.
“look at me,” she said quietly.
you lifted your eyes. hers were dark and soft and hungry all at once.
“there’s no rush. you’re going to take your time with me, and i’m going to walk you through every second. all you have to do is listen, okay?”
you nodded.
she guided your face closer until your lips brushed against her. the heat of her skin and the intimate scent of her made your stomach tighten.
“open for me,” she murmured. “soft kisses first.”
you pressed your mouth to her, shy. leaving small wet kisses along her heat. fuma exhaled through her nose, a quiet, pleased sound.
“that’s it. now give it a little kitten lick, taste it.”
your tongue slipped out and dragged a small slow, tentative line up the seam of her folds. the taste was warm and slightly sweet. her fingers tightened just a little in your hair, keeping you right there.
“gooood… keep going. long, slow strokes. flatten your tongue, cover all of me. can you do that for me, bunny?”
you nodded against her, a small, shaky sound catching in your throat. your tongue flattened and dragged another long line up the length of her folds, slower this time, more deliberate. the taste of her bloomed warmer on your tongue. fuma’s fingers flexed gently in your hair, not forcing, just keeping you exactly where she wanted.
“that’s it,” she praised, voice low and steady. “just like that. nice and thorough. you’re doing so good already. my sweet girl.”
you licked again, broader, covering more of her. her thighs shifted under your hands, a quiet exhale leaving her as you dragged over her clit by accident.
“mhmm… right there. stay higher for a second. soft circles around my clit, bunny. no rushing.”
she guided your head with that careful hand, tilting you until your tongue was right where she wanted it. you circled the swollen bud carefully, the tip of your tongue tracing slow, shy loops. fuma’s breathing deepened.
“perfect. look at you learning so fast. keep those soft little circles going… yes. just like that.”
your confidence grew with every quiet sound she made. you pressed a little firmer, then flattened your tongue and dragged over her clit in a slow, wet stroke. her fingers tightened in your hair for a second—just enough to sting sweetly at the roots—before relaxing again.
“mm—fuck… good girl. you’re making mommy feel so good. such a quick learner.”
she started guiding you more actively now, the hand in your hair setting a slow, rolling rhythm. slight, controlled movements of her hips pressed her cunt more fully against your mouth. not rough, just steady, teaching you the pace she liked.
“suck a little,” she murmured. “gentle. close your lips around it and pull. soft. i’m sensitive there, bunny.”
you obeyed, sealing your mouth around her clit and giving a careful, tentative suck. fuma’s head tipped back against the headboard, a low, pleased hum rolling out of her.
“yes… just like that. alternate between sucking and licking. you’re doing so good, pretty girl. making me throb.”
the praise sank deep into you. you stayed right there, licking and sucking in the rhythm she set, letting her use the hand in your hair to keep your mouth exactly where she needed it. soft, wet sounds filled the quiet room. her free hand stroked your cheek, then slid down to rest against the side of your neck, grounding you.
“ah—mm—lets try a little deeper now, bun” she said after a moment, voice a little breathier. “use that pretty tongue, taste how wet you made me.”
she guided your face lower, holding you steady as you pushed your tongue between her folds. the heat of her was overwhelming. you licked into her carefully, and her thighs tightened around your ears for a second.
“that’s it… fuck. stay right there. good girl. look so pretty between mommy's thighs—mmh—should just keep you here."
she held you in place, hips rolling in tiny, controlled circles against your mouth while the praise kept coming, soft and constant.
“you’re doing so good. look at this pretty mouth working so hard. my sweet, inexperienced girl learning how to eat cunt like she was made for it.”
your own thighs pressed tightly together, aching, but you stayed focused on her—the taste, the heat, the steady guidance of her hand in your hair. her breathing grew heavier. the grip tightened just enough to keep you locked against her clit.
“don’t stop, baby. i’m getting close. keep that tongue moving exactly like i showed you.”
you licked and sucked in the rhythm she had taught you, letting her use your mouth with those small, controlled rolls of her hips. soft, wet sounds filled the space between you. her free hand stroked your hair between the gentle pulls, petting and guiding at the same time.
“you’re doing so good… so good for me. pretty girl. keep going. don’t stop—”
her thighs tensed hard around your head. a broken, low moan spilled out of her as she came, pulsing against your tongue in warm, rhythmic waves. she held your face gently but firmly in place through it, letting you feel every flutter while she whispered.
“good girl… good girl…mmph—taking it so well. perfect. god—you’re so perfect.”
when the tremors finally eased, fuma loosened her grip and carefully guided your head up. your lips were shiny, chin wet, pupils dilated. she looked at you with a proud, gentle smile, dark eyes soft and full of heat as she studied your flushed face.
“come here,” she murmured, voice still a little rough.
she pulled you up into her lap without any rush, settling you against her chest so your thighs straddled one of hers. one hand came up to cup the back of your neck, the other stroking your cheek with her thumb, wiping away a little of the wetness she had left on your skin.
“my perfect girl,” she murmured against your lips. “you did so well. first time and you already made me come like that.”
her hand stroked down your back, as her other hand reached lower, slipping between your thighs where you were soaked and aching.
“now let me take care of this pretty cunt,” she whispered. “you’ve been so good. you deserve it.”
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Or when your boyfriend, Asakura Jo, has been hiding his sweet desires.
word count ᯓ 910
cw ᯓ smut (MDNI), afab!reader, petplay, p in v, unprotected sex, power imbalance, use of “master” and “owner”, dom!reader x sub!jo, puppy!jo, dumbification elements, size difference, kink discovery, fluff at the very end.
autor’s notes ᯓ this is my first fic here. keep in mind english is not my first language so i had to use help from a translator! hope y'all enjoy some of my thoughts on the puppy!jo agenda.
Jo was shy. Extremely shy. So, in your sex life, you didn't expect anything different from him. Sex with Jo was teeth rotting sweet, rarely taking risks and never springing sudden experiments on you. Shy pecks stolen during missionary, eye contact that revealed a small smile at the corner of the boy's lips and made Jo's big ears turn red and warm. So when you innocently checked Jo's search history and found extensive wikis and blogs about "How to introduce pet play to my partner," you were more than surprised, you were… actually wet.
Wanting to spice things up, you started planning. Maybe using themed lingerie with little tails and ears would work? But no, nothing changed dramatically... Jo continued with his usual shyness; he absolutely seemed like he had questions to ask, but he must have ended up keeping them to himself. Noticing how normal everything still was, you, being a very attentive girlfriend, beginned to explore similar wikis, finding topics that interested you, and eventually falling down a rabbit hole about male pet play and how to tell if your partner has that kind of kink. That sparkled something hungry in you, and you absolutely knew you had to try it with your boyfriend.
It started with a "good boy" here and there, in everyday life and sometimes in bed. Jo didn't seem to understand why you were calling him that, but he was happy anyways with the praise although his ears didn't show any particular unusual color. Growing impatient, you decided to get straight to the point. You bought a pet collar from a proper website. Now, how would you introduce it to your boyfriend? The huge one that still blushed after years with just a unexpected kiss? It had to be during it, or he would probably hide and die from embarrassment.
...
So, during a makeout session, the kiss between you grew sloppier until you stopped him and looked into Jo's doe eyes, making your already wet pussy throb beneath your panties.
"Jo."
"Yeah?"
"Can I ask you something a little… strange?" you said, slightly out of breath.
"Of course, my love" the boy replied innocently, stealing you a quick peck.
"Promise you won't get embarrassed?"
"I can't promise that, darling, but I can try”
Of course he couldn't promise that, after all, he was still Asakura Jo.
"Can I put this on you?"
You gently pulled the item from the bedside drawer: a baby pink collar with a leash attachment.
...
"Baby?"
Jo's eyes were almost shut, his mouth was slightly open, his ears impossibly redder than usual, and a damp spot had formed on his boxers. His hard cock looking ready to burst right through the fabric. Noticing, you chuckled quietly, trying not to make your shy boyfriend explode. "My handsome little puppy~ you really like this, huh?" You praised. Hearing the petname, Jo thrusted his hips upwards unconsciously, desperately searching for friction, letting out a delicious moan as the collar was properly put around his neck.
"P-please Y/n, just… fuck–"
Those words coming from his mouth surprised you just as much as they had surprised him. His face was flushed, his half-lidded eyes looked directly at you and his underwear, once damp, was soaked with pre-cum, tight around his cock.
"Calm down, puppy. Impatience won't get you anywhere~" you teased, climbing off Jo's lap before pulling his boxers off in one swift motion and positioning yourself directly over his dick.
"First, say you're my good boy. Say it to your owner"
"Hah... I'm your good boy– Please fuck me, Master…" Jo whined. You dropped down all at once onto Jo's large cock, feeling your cunt do a biiiig stretch around him. Bouncing up and down on the boy's dick, you tugged on his collar, making your once quiet boyfriend let out even more beautiful sounds.
"Thaaat's it, just like that. What is my good little puppy going to earn for making his owner feel so good riding him?"
Jo was already completely gone, only capable of babbling "M-Master, you're so good to me..." and whining nothings on your ear. You bounced precisely on his cock, succeeding to make him hit your perfect spot repeatedly, forming a white ring around his base and making you moan even louder.
"Ah pup, I'm cumming!" your pussy squeezed him tighter, getting ready to milk him at the same time. You were treating Jo’s body like a plaything, and he was loving it. His hips, previously limp, sprang back to life when he heard that from your lips, driving him to relentlessly hit your G-spot while you came all over his cock. “Baby, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum! IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou” Jo released his load inside as he shuddered, mixing your fluids together.
…
After lying on top of the boy for a few minutes, you gently opened your eyes and slid off your boyfriend’s cock, finding Jo asleep with an impossibly innocent expression after the session. You let out a soft, proud laugh at your giant boyfriend, who, in that moment, looked so small it was startling. You got up to clean yourself and grab a damp towel for your sweet boyfriend, returning to the bedroom, finding Jo still cutely sleeping at the bed. You cleaned him up tenderly and then joined him, only to be surprised by a tight hug. “I love you, pretty” Jo murmured, half-asleep. “I love you more, my little pup”.
⋆°𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི｡ now playing: love potions - bj lips ♡ (If you know this song let’s make out pls)
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A note: I have..over 40+ kinky teamies headcannons saved sooo..thinking about making this a mini series? lmk what u think :D I love u all, hope you love it! - vivi 🍰
🍓Switchy!Nico who’s toxically possessive during sex, regardless of what role he’s in
🍓Switch!Nico who’s really into impact play + loves marking you up
🍦Switch!fuma who loves a good countdown + overstim (fem rec)
🍦Switch!Fuma + K who only switch when you need them to / love to dom
🥞 Switch!K who’s a mean dom, but also has a sliiiight anr/mommy kink
🥞 Switch!K who likes ripping your clothes + cumming on them
🧁 Softdom!rua who has an insane oral fixation
🧁 Softdom!rua who also loves orgasm denial + edging (fem rec)
🍭 Switch!Yuma who has a sub preference/ loves when you’re mean to him
🍭Switchy!Yuma + Taki who have a sloppy kissing/spit fetish (also loves biting + marking)
🍩 Softdom!Taki who has an insanely high sex drive (+ obsessed with dry humping)
🍩 Softdom!Taki who has a dumbification kink (fem rec)
🍰 Dom!Maki who has a breathplay/throat fucking kink (also a dacryphile)
🍰 Dom!Maki who loves choking you; while kissing, while fucking, in public, 24 fucking 7. His hand is your necklace.
🍪 Switch!Euijoo who has a tummy bulge fetish + breeding kink
🍪 Switchy!Euijoo + Jo who have a size kink (and love sloppy head)
🍨 Switch!Jo who also has a sub preference, but loves being an occasional service top.
🍨 Switch!Jo who loves sensory deprivation (goes both ways)
🎀 Maknae line have a freeuse kink (goes both ways)
🎀 Hyung line somno enjoyers (for very different reasons)
synopsis ; you decided for your one year anniversary with your boyfriend to wear black laces for the first time ever.
content ; first time!reader, experienced!maki, pussy eating, p in v, lack of confidence fem!reader, etc…
word count ; ~3k
notes ; idk, well i saw a tiktok of a cockroach wearing laces with some sad text under it and thought I i should write a fic. bc we are allowed to feel a bit too vulnerable in front of loved ones. (PS: it's okay to take your time girly..!)
masterlist <3
Maki wasn't the guy you first thought you'd end up with. He's the total opposite of you: outgoing, talkative, bold… And you're just a cockroach. You hide behind people, you're too shy, and you don't go out of your room much. You don't understand what you had that made Maki fall for you.
The first time you ever saw him, you ran into him in the campus hallway. You made all of your stuff, and his flew around. You were so sorry and stressed about being late to class that you gave him your number so he could contact you if he needed anything, because you wanted him to forget this little incident.
At the end of the day, he just lied to you, saying he wanted a favor from you, but instead of doing what he texted you, he just took you on a date in a cozy coffee shop. Two weeks later, you two started dating. Maki is your first boyfriend. You talked to guys before, but it always ends up at the talking stage.
Each time, the guys wanted to have sex with you even tho you didn't feel ready to do it. You're scared. Terrified even. But Maki always understood and held back. And he has held back for a year now because today is your first anniversary. You decided that this time, it's going to be special. You wanted to reward him for being such a sweetheart to you.
Earlier today, you went to an underwear shop to buy a black lace bra and a little thong to match it. You wanted this to be perfect. You put candles all over the bedroom and sprayed the perfume he loves so much everywhere, too. You thought about buying red roses and throwing the petals on the bed, but you thought it was a bit too much.
Now you were waiting for Maki to come home from work. He wanted a day off to spend with you, but he couldn’t. His boss gave him a bit too much work to have a rest day. That's what he told you.
You thought about it for a moment while putting on the satin dressing gown that matched your underwear. What if he's too tired and wants to watch a movie? You're scared you're doing too much. You stared at yourself in the reflection of the bedroom mirror. Look at you, it doesn't look like you. Where are your soft pajamas? Where's your bare face? You don't recognize yourself anymore.
When you were about to remove everything and go under the sheets to read and finish the night in Maki’s arms while watching y'all favorite movie, you heard the front door open, followed by a loud sigh. He's here.
Before he could do anything, you walked up behind him, taking your courage by both hands and putting your fingers delicately on his eyes. “Don't open your eyes… I-.. I have a surprise for you!”
You heard him laugh and drop his bag on the floor at the entrance.
— “Alright… I let you guide me, babe…”
You remove your fingers carefully away from his eyes, watching to see if he opens his eyes without you having to say so. “You open when I told you!” You said, as you took his big, warm hand in yours. His body warmth gave you more strength to keep going.
You set him down on the bed. “Did you put on the perfume I bought for you?” You laughed and nodded, then remembered his eyes were closed, so you mumbled a little yes.
When you let go of his hand, everything felt ridiculous. You looked at him, his eyes closed, waiting for you to ask him to open them. To see what? A literal cockroach who thinks she's a bold and confident woman. You shakily sigh.
Maki, feeling in your sigh that something was wrong, furrows his eyebrows. His eyes were kept closed, and you found this moment really cute. “Everything’s okay, love?” The sound of his voice vibrated everywhere in your half-naked body. “Mhm…! Huh- Yes! Just-… Wait a second.”
After looking at your body one last time under those underwear, you looked back at Maki with much more determination. You're not a pussy anymore. You can do it. You're a grown woman…! You can…- Oh fuck. No, you can't. Tears started to roll down your cheeks.
Your boyfriend, hearing you cry, immediately tries to take your hand. This lovebird didn't even open its eyes yet. You took his hand and squeezed it. “What's going on? Why are you crying? Can I open my eyes?”
— “Yes… You can.” You said, wiping your tears away.
To your surprise, Maki didn't even acknowledge how you were dressed. He brought you towards him to stand in front of him, his eyes full of worry. “I wanted tonight to be… special. But- But I'm just a pussy, I don't even dare to be in underwear in front of my boyfriend… It suck!” You said, crying.
After you finished talking, it was like Maki really understood where he was and how you were dressed. You looked at his reaction, even tho your vision was blurred because of your tears. His eyes roamed over your body, scanning every part of you like he was scared to miss something. His cheeks began to turn crimson when he finally looked up at you, his eyes full of something you had never seen in his eyes before: lust.
You stopped crying. And look down at him. He didn't even know where to put his hand. “Maki…? I just… I trust you.” You simply said.
You looked shy and vulnerable in front of him, dressing like that, saying with the most adorable voice that you trusted him, which made his heart twitch. “You… You look incredible y/n. I mean it. But you don't look comfortable-..”
— “No! I want it, I just need to find the strength to. Please Maki… it's a big step that I'm taking right now. I can't just throw everything away.”
Maki looked at you, unsure. But for the first time, all he saw was his not-so-confident girlfriend, determined. He sighed and nodded. “Alright… But if anything I do feel uncomfortable..-”
— “Yes! Maki, I know!” You said shaking his shoulders a little.
— “I'm just saying!” He sighed again. But this time, his face was more serious; he was literally eating you with his eyes. “Come here…”
He put his warm hands just under your ass to make you flush against him. He looked up at you. The rose of his cheek came back, and the little look in the eyes made your stomach twist. He made you lean to kiss him, but before your lips touched, you pulled back. Taking a step back, holding your arms. “Can we turn down the lights?”
He looked at you and chuckled. Even if you didn't want to, you light up the mood. You felt less stressed, and Maki's attention was completely on admiring you and not trying to scare you away. He nodded, and you made your way to blow out most of the candles. You just lit two candles. Now, you couldn't see much, but you could imagine most of the bedroom and Maki’s body now pressed against your back after you stood up and blew out a candle.
Maki’s hand roamed to the side of your arms, caressing your skin up and down. His breath was slamming your neck. His face was completely buried in the crook of your neck as he pressed soft kisses. “Relax, won't you…?” He said in the softest and most trustworthy tone. You nodded and let out a breath you never thought you were holding.
At the feeling of your body relaxing under him, he smiled and lingered his hand on the curve of your waist. “Let me take care of you… Can I?” His deep and slow tone made your body shiver. You nodded, and you felt that feeling, the one you were scared to feel until now: you started to get turned on.
Maki wrapped his arms around your waist and guided you toward the bed. He made you lean forward; his body now pressed against yours. You've dreamed of this moment for a long time. Now, you're reflecting on all the times you should have had the courage to take the step. Maki pressed kisses along your jawline and collarbones. “You're so pretty like that… Only for me,” he growls between kisses.
He looked up at you, his eyes asking if he could go lower, and you nodded. He smiled against your skin as he began to kiss each of your breasts. His kisses lingered longer than before, and he was now biting your skin. You could tell he was trying to hold back. “Maki...” You ran a hand through his hair so he would look at you. “I trust you; you can do whatever you want with me…”
His eyes darken even more. “Don't say that to me, sweetheart, or I'll forget that it's your first time…” He kissed your skin under your breast and moved his hand up the fabric of your bra. “Even the thought of this being your first time turns me on… Don't dare push it.”
His voice was so low that you began to feel a hot wave spread through you. His hand moved behind your back to unfasten your bra, then slowly slid it down. You kept your eyes on his face with every movement.
His eyes widened briefly as he admired your unclothed breasts before looking up at you again, as if to seek your permission. You ran your hand through his hair and gently pressed his face toward your body. He grinned broadly and finally one of your nipples into his hot, wet mouth.
You recoil instantly when his teeth meet your sensitive nipple—causing you to whimper. Maki groans against your skin. One of his hands moves up to cup your other breast, while his mouth leaves the first to trace wet kisses down to your stomach, toward the hem of your panties.
He was gazing at the piece of fabric as if it hid the most beautiful thing in the world. “Maki, I swear to God if you ask for my permission again…”
He chuckled softly. His deep voice sent a wave of heat coursing through you. His grin widened as he took the hem of your panties with his teeth and slowly pulled them down, his dark brown eyes never leaving yours.
He put your panties away and looked at your core like it was his favorite meal in front of him. He licked his lips and approached his face towards your entrance. His hand that was massaging your nipple left your breast and went down to spread open your legs. “You're so pretty… You're already so wet for me, baby.”
He blew on your pussy just to watch you jump a bit. Even his breath feels so good on you, how are you gonna end up with his cock inside you? You can't imagine because Maki’s already giving your pussy her first kiss. His lips brushing your clit, then his tongue.
“Fuck, that feels so good…” You shot your head back. Maki chuckled against your cunt as he was fully eating you out now. He wasn't holding back. Your hand instantly took his hair between your fingers to burrow Maki’s face deeper into you. “You doing so good… Don't hold back, my love; I wanna hear every beautiful little sound you make…” He said before he suck hard on your clit, making you moan shamelessly.
Maki was having the time of his life, making you whimper and moan his name just by the bias of his tongue and mouth. “Maki… Fuck I think I'm gonna cum.” You moaned, hardening your hold on Maki’s hair.
He smiled against your core and pulled back just before you could arrive at your climax. You looked at him confused. “It's been a year since I wanted to do that… I want the suspense to last at least a few more minutes.” You let out an uncontented whimper as you got on your forearms to look up at him undressing.
First, his shirt, revealing his well-toned abs, muscular chest, and, finally, his big biceps. You love his biceps with all your heart. You want to bite on them; you want him to put you in a headlock and choke you because of them. You bite down on your swallowed lips as he pulls down his pants and boxers.
At first, you didn't want to look at it; you felt too overwhelmed and shy, but after a few seconds, you turned to him again and took a look at what was waiting patiently for you. This tip of his cock was already as swallow as your pumply lips, a cherish red color emanates from the skin of his cock, a bit of pre-cum already came out from how hard he is. Veins started to appear the longer your gaze lingered on his dick.
You look up at him again, and he looks like he's proud of his cock. A little grin met your eyes, a reassuring and loving smile. He lay down on top of you again. “You sure you want to do this?” He said, seriously. You nodded. “I so fucking am.” He smiled widely before kissing you passionately while shifting position to move his tip at your entrance.
He broke the kiss and looked down at you. “I'm going, alright? I'm going bit by bit… If something's wrong… You scream. And I'll stop.” You laughed and nodded. “Alright.” You smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
Maki's eyes never leave yours even when you feel the tip of his cock slide inside you. Your walls were stretched so hard it hurt. But it hurt so right. “Fuck, you're so freaking tight,” Maki whispered in your ear.
Inch by inch Maki slides inside you until the base of his cock meets your skin. Maki shoved his head into the crook of your neck with a low growl. He started to thrust into you slowly, making you moan directly in his ear. After a moment, you adapt yourself to the size of his dick, so Maki started to move faster, without holding back this time.
—“You feel so right under me…” He whispered before sliding kisses down your neck and joining your lips with his in a messy kiss.
The bed was moving with each thrust Maki was giving you, and you couldn't hold back any moans that were escaping your mouth. Maki kept telling you sweet things directly in your ear, while you couldn't even say one thing because of how much you were overstimulated by your boyfriend's sudden touch at your clit.
— “I'm coming… Please let me come this time…” You asked. Maki laughed and gave you a big wet kiss on your neck. “Come on my cock, my love…”
I nodded, throwing your head back because Maki was going faster, you could feel yourself hitting your climax. Your legs were shaking under him, while you were searching for air because of how strong the orgasm was. Maki was still thrusting into you before pulling out and cum all over you tits and stomach.
He looked at you after he let out a moan, after releasing. You two were out of breath. Then, as nothing happened, he took your body and made you lie on his chest while he was brushing locks of your hair between his fingers. “How do you feel?” He asked before giving you a sweet kiss on the top of your head. “Empty…” You laughed.
He looked down at your smiling face. Oh, now you've started to know this look. “Want me to fill you up?”
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I hope you guys love this!!! I love u all soooo much! ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა - vivi 🍰. (Note: this will be a smut series! With lots of plot, angst n fluff! :D you’ve been warned :0 STAY TUNED!!! ♡)
tags/warnings: explicit content ⚠️ use of handcuffs OBVIOUSLY, edging, handjob, blowjob, crying nico why does he cry in all my fics help, lotsss of begging, kinda mean reader, implied switch!nicho at the end
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nicholas' smirk vanishes from his face the moment the second cuff closes around his wrist. he looks up to see his hands perfectly trapped against the headboard. the muscles in his neck tighten as he wets his lips.
"you were serious..." his voice comes out low and steady, but the way he's shifting on the bed betrays how excited he actually is. just sharing a few kisses with you was enough to make him grow hard in his pants, the thick fabric against his skin already making him switch in discomfort.
the handcuffs rattle against the headboard as he flexes his hands, the metal biting in his skin to remind him that no matter how hard he tries, he can't go anywhere.
you smile in amusement, hands tracing the curve of his exposed abs. "you're already so worked up, and i haven't even touched you yet." leaning down, you press a kiss on his stomach, so close to where he needs you the most. "you enjoy being handcuffed that much?"
"i don't- shut up..." his face flushes a deep shade of red, quickly stretching down his neck.
"cute." your hands reach the button of his jeans, efficiently unfastening it along with the zipper. "we're gonna play a little game."
nicholas' eyes follow your movements like a little kid eyeing a candy, "game..?" his breathing gets noticeably heavier when you tug his pants down. "w-wait."
the words die in his throat when you roll his boxers down to his knees. the cold air suddenly hitting his skin makes him flinch, his abs flexing under the dim light. his cock is already half hard, leaking steadily over his stomach.
"the game is simple." you mutter, casually wiping the precum from his tip with your finger, ignoring the way it makes his hips jump. "i touch you. you only come when i allow you to"
his eyes fly open, wide and terrified. "you can't- that's not fair." he whines.
you don't answer, just giggle as you wrap your hand around him, spreading the precum in your fingers as it was lube. your grip is firm, but the rhythm is agonizingly slow when you move your hand up and down his lenght.
nicholas' head tilts back in pleasure, a broken moan tearing from his throat. his hips buck up, trying to meet your hand and get some more friction.
"not so fast, baby." you casually pull your hand away, leaving him panting helplessly. slowly, you strip out of your shirt, revealing your chest to him.
the sight of your exposed body makes his throat go dry, his hands instinctively reaching to touch you. the sound of chains clanking reminds him that he can't. "fuck... you're cruel." he groans desperately.
"oh, but i'm just getting started." with a smug expression on your face, you crawl closer to him. your hand cups his cheek way too softly that it feels like a mockery of the torture you're practicing on him.
he whines in your mouth when you finally press your lips to his. the kiss is messy and sloppy, his tongue tangling with yours with an uncoordinated urgency. he can feel the heat radiating from your body, the faint brush of your skin against his, so close but still so far away.
"mmh..." you swallow his moans when your hand finds his cock again. this time, you don't go slow. instead, you grip the base firmly, squeezing gently before sliding your hand up in one quick motion.
the movement makes nicholas' back arch off the bed sharply, a loud cry breaking through his lips. "no! no, no..." he tries to crawl away from the touch, but there's no use. he's trapped, the pressure building up with every deliberate stroke.
you circle the head of his cock with your thumb, gathering the fresh moisture that has started leaking. he gasps for air, fists closing so tight his knuckles turn white.
then, your movements come to a halt. right when his tighs start trembling with near release, you entirely pull your hand away, letting his cock lay flat on his stomach.
his eyes snap open, glassy and dazed with desperation. "no. don't- don't do that. don't stop!" he shakes his head as he feels the orgasm fading away. a single bead of sweat falls from his hair, tracing the line of his jaw before rolling down his chest. he looks completely wrecked, and it's the hottest sight you've ever seen.
"the game isn't over yet, love."
he stares up at you like your words have just broken his heart. "at least let me touch you... please." he doesn't care about being cool anymore. the fact that he can only feel what you give him, can't roam his hands along your waist and paint your neck with hickeys like he usually does is driving him insane. it's almost worse than you edging him.
"no, baby. that's not how the game works." you run your finger along his chest, down to his torso and watch the goosebumps grow on his pale skin. he's always been so sensitive...
he whines loudly, eyes getting wet with unshed tears of frustration. "i don't like your game." and when you look up, you're met with the cutest, little pout on his lips. you almost melt, but you're not gonna give him that satisfaction yet.
"aww... it'll be over soon, i promise." you leave a small kiss on his collarbone, making him hiss. "you're gonna be a good boy, right?"
nicholas bites his lower lip, his pride making the words get stuck in his tongue. "yes." he finally squeezes them out like they physically hurt him. "i'll be good."
"damn, you're hot, nicho." the blushing of his cheeks gets more intense at your praise, and even more when you wrap your lips around his nipple, gently sucking on the bud until his neglected cock switches on his abdomen. you know he could come just from that if you let him.
"such a responsive baby..." you move your lips down, feeling the hard thud of his heartbeat through his chest. you stop at his thighs, giving each one a feather-like kiss, before your hand grabs the base of his cock.
without breaking eye contact, you guide the pretty pink tip to your lips, collecting his arousal with your tongue before you take him in your mouth. the sensation of your warm and soft lips around him sends a sudden jolt of pleasure right straight to his core.
his back arches off the bed to thrust into your mouth, but you push him down, trapping him once again. he throws his head back in frustration, slamming it against the headboard where his wrists keep pulling at the cuffs.
he squeezes his eyes shut, clenching his hands so hard that the veins in his arms pop out. every nerve ending in his body is on fire right now, shaking and begging for release. "please." his voice is barely audible over his heavy breathing and your little sucking sounds. "please, let me- don't stop..." his toes curl against the sheets, and he's moaning and whimpering helplessly.
you know he's close. you can feel him switch in your mouth, his legs trembling and his belly contracting in that way that indicates he is about to let go. your tongue plays with his sensitive head again, instantly pushing him over the edge until-
you pull away.
just as the first wave of release is about to roll through him, you take him out of your mouth with a wet "pop".
nicholas' body freezes mid-convulsion, a broken scream leaving him breathless. "no! please..." his entire frame trembles with the effort of holding back, his eyes snapping towards yours in a desperate attempt to beg for mercy. "i was so close..." a pathetic sob cuts off his words. the tears in his eyes finally spill over, rolling down his flushed cheeks.
"come on, can you give me another one?"
nicholas flinches as if you just slapped him, his breath catching in a panicked hitch. "no. no, please. no more... i can't." his head thrashes against the pillow. the cuffs clink loudly as he tries to pull his wrists away from the headboard, a gesture that only makes him wince when the metal bites into his skin. he looks up at you through a blur of tears, his lower lip trembling with every breath he takes.
"please. let me come..." his voice becomes quiet, defeated as the exhaustion catches up to him. his arms ache from being held up for so long, and he just wants to come so bad.
you stop in your tracks for a second to stare into his wet, pleading gaze. no matter how hard you try, you're always weak when it comes to his puppy eyes. "okay, baby." you smile at him, warmer this time, and reach out to wipe a tear from his cheek. "you've been such a good boy. you can come."
he sniffles, nuzzling into your palm like a touch starved cat. "please?"
you giggle, already knowing what he's asking for. carefully, you take him in your hand again. he's right at the edge, and just a few strokes are enough for his legs to start trembling. "come."
he doesn't need to be told twice. his whole body locks in, his eyes rolling back and his jaw dropping open as he finally lets go with a desperate groan.
"fuck... oh god, fuck..." his voice breaks in a series of uncontrollable moans as the orgasm washes over him in violent waves, his cum spurting out onto his lap and the defined lines of his abdomen.
after being held back three times, it hits him harder than ever. he nearly screams as the last drops come out, and then his voice cuts off completely, leaving only the sounds of his ragged breathing in the room.
all the tension drains off his body at once, and he slumps back against the pillow. he lays completely limp, except for the faint aftershocks shocking his muscles from time to time. “you're so fucking mean.”
you chuckle, carefully opening the handcuffs and releasing his hands. his wrists are red where they have been pressing against the rough metal, and he whimpers slightly when you touch them. “poor boy…”
he ignores your cooing and instead jumps towards you the second his hands are released. they wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against him with the need of a starving animal. “i almost went crazy not having all this.” his voice is barely a rough whisper, muffled in the skin of your chest where he buries his face.
you can't help but hum in pleasure when he starts leaving kisses right over your pulse point. his hand hurriedly slides down to tug at your pants’ waistband. “nicho…”
“i need you.” he breathes out, lips hovering over your chest, your collarbone, your neck… anywhere he can reach. “been dying to touch you so bad.”
your hand flies to his damp hair, pulling him closer despite your words. “you just came, baby.”
“i can go again.” his forehead presses against yours, his hot breath ghosting over your lips. the desperation in his words is clear. being denied so many times has left him craving more than just his own release. he just needed to be released for his energy to boost up again.
his strong hands shift your position effortlessly, putting each one of your legs on each side of his lap. his voice drops to that low register that makes your whole body shiver. “can we do that again? maybe in like… five minutes?”
nicholas shifts his hips slightly, letting you feel how fast he's growing hard again. you swallow hard, the excitement you were already feeling just from touching him growing quickly. “you wanna use them again?” you point to the handcuffs lying on the bed.
you see his eyes shining when he picks them up. “yes.” his usual sly smirk returns to his lips as he grabs your left hand. his thumb circles the skin gently, feeling your pulse pick up under it. “i have so many ideas of what to do with these little girls.” he mutters, gaze locked into yours as he clicks the first cuff shut around your wrist. “we're gonna have so much fun.”
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synopsis :: saw him, got him, trained him, made him.
tags :: 1.1k w/c, suggestive, drinking+smoking, reader walking maki like a dog [lovingly] pathetic yearner! maki.
A/N: I will never stop my agenda of hot subby men who do anything for you thank u very much!
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Riki Maus was hot, so fucking hot it was irritating, you might be a little evil but you were no liar and once you set your eyes on something, it's already yours.
People always wondered how the hell you managed to make the most self proclaimed indifferent man scrape his knees from kneeling at your every will and truthfully— you didn't have to do all that much.
Maki always prided himself in his effortless ways of looking aloof around others like he was too cool for anyone ever, he was all ego and unfortunately could back it up behind his sharp tongue but so were you.
You saw the potential behind his bratty behavior, you just needed to break him first.
And break him you did, with a grin too.
He started it and you ended it.
His self sabotage tendencies only made your stubborn personality want to make him crack more.
You were like the sun and he couldn't stop orbiting around you, he wanted your approval. He needed your approval.
He isn't even sure how it escalated like this but he isn't really complaining all that much either way and for once he is somewhat grateful for his bad habits.
You ran a strict program, your family knew that, friends knew that, everyone who looked your way knew that, the very air around you held itself in both fear and thrill, you never needed to speak many words to get your point across and you sure as hell never needed to shrink to appease anyone, and certainly not a man.
So when Maki starts trying to get your attention by flirting with anyone who breathed near him you were unfazed, watching him like a predator with a drink in your hand from afar, the only look you spared him the entire night.
His composure was cracking bit by bit because why was he so damn worked up over this! Like who cares! He doesn't!
Except the way he bit his lip until it bleed and completely ignored the person he had his arm around betrayed all his reassuring thoughts.
It's been only 3 months of this and he was already losing a game he realized he was never truly playing.
He watched you the entire time, eyes never once leaving you, always searching for you without even meaning to, it was subconscious at this point.
His ego shrank down further down, he swore to himself he was never the romantic type but you occupied his mind and destroyed every weapon he held to protect his precious kingdom, without even trying— which drove him the craziest.
"You're so evil." Yuma snickered.
Feigning innocence you tilt your head.
He laughs harder, subtly gesturing to Maki who was eyeing you less like a hawk and more like a kicked puppy.
"He looks pathetic I can see why you're investing, how long do you think he will last?" He joked, bumping your shoulder.
"35 seconds, if he's a good boy he can use his big boy words." You hum, finding this all too amusing.
You smirk, finishing your drink, kissing your best friend on the cheek bidding him goodbye with a wave.
And true to your word the second your black heels click blending into the chaos of the bar with your hips swaying to the rhythm, Maki was quick to follow completely ditching the person he was with before.
He huffed seeing you pull a cigarette to smoke, in the dark alleyway only lit by the dim streetlight that's on it's last breath, flickering matching how the oxygen couldn't flow right in his head.
"You lost, puppy?" Your condescending voice echoed.
Maki blushed but was determined.
"No." He puffed his chest, fixing his posture to look more confident but even his big biceps and height all did nothing to stop him from looking so utterly weak next to you.
"No?" You smirk wider.
Silence followed, it was so loud that Maki felt every cell in his body vibrate from the tension.
Fuck this he thought to himself.
"Why won't you pay attention to me?" His mask finally slipped.
"So that's what this is about?" You step closer, exhaling smoke until it wrapped around you two like a spell to taunt him.
You lean closer to his ear whispering the next part.
"You want my attention?"
The sin laced in every word that came from your lips made Maki dizzy and drunk.
He was so fucked. So fucked and gone and he didn't care about being saved.
He nodded staring at you like a deer in headlights only the headlights were a hunter ready to devour him.
"Y-yes."
"What was that, puppy?" You couldn't help but tease him, the way his breath caught and chest rose and fell trying to gain his composure was addictive.
"Yes." He said more firmly now, still breathless.
"Hmm." You exhale another puff of smoke.
Maki looked at you confused.
"Beg right like a good boy." You spell it out for him, throwing the cigarette on the ground, heels stomping on it with a little too much force loving the way be flinched at the sound.
He was caught in your web, invisible strings coaxing him to dismantle every stupid rule he ever had.
His knees met the pavement, eyes never leaving yours, silently seeking reassurance.
"P-please—"
"You can do better." You purr hand caressing his hair, just as he leaned into your touch you retrieved your hand making the man before you whine out loud.
"Please, ma'am, let me be your good boy." He confessed.
You smile.
"Think you deserve that after your little stunts? Hmm?" You grab his chrome hearts necklace pulling him closer.
This was a trap. He knew that but he also didn't want to stop from hopping right into it.
"I don't deserve you." His voice quivered.
Pleased with his answer you wipe the tears he didn't notice falling from his eyes with your free hand.
Hands carefully cradling his face.
"I like you more like this." Your confession made his chest beat impossibly faster, his eardrums ringing from the high.
You lick his bottom lip, kissing him until he couldn't think of anything else, all possessive and sadistic making more whimpers leave his lips traitorously.
Since then he never stopped following you, forever seeking your approval and doing anything for it even if he looked like a total fool.
"I see you have a new pet." Your best friend laughed when you finally introduced him but Maki did not think it was all that funny, glaring at Yuma because what do you mean new pet? He better be the only.
