.

The air in the room was thick with the scent of their colognes, a heavy haze that clung to your skin. You could pick out Yuma’s distinct scent though, he always smelled like camellias in the spring, a stark contrast to the way he could move in between your legs. 

You were tucked perfectly between them—a living, breathing puzzle piece that only felt complete when you were being shared, claimed and thoroughly corrupted by their combined hunger.

You sat on Fuma’s lap, your back pressed firmly against the broad, hard expanse of his chest as he leaned back against the headboard. The friction of his clothes against your skin was a tease, but it was the restrictive hold he had on you that made your breath hitch. 

Fuma had one of his muscular legs hooked firmly between yours, forcing your thighs wide, pinning you wiiide open and vulnerable for Yuma. Were you really going to fight back against that? Of course not. 

After all, you were their good little kitty. 

Nevertheless, you squirmed in Fuma's iron hold, trapped and exposed, utterly at their mercy. You could feel every lick, every nibble as Yuma's tongue mapped out your most intimate places.

"Mmm, our naughty kitty is getting impatient, isn't she?" Fuma growled, his hot breath tickling your ear. He tightened the grip on your neck, pulling you back harder against him. "Such a greedy little thing, always hungry for more."

Yuma chuckled darkly between your legs, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through you. "I don't think our kitty is in any position to complain, now is she? Not with my face buried in her pretty cunt."

Fuma’s arm wasn't enough to choke you, but it was enough to make you feel completely owned, your throat exposed and your senses swirling. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice a low, dark rumble that vibrated through your spine.

"Look at you, kitty," Fuma murmured, his grip tightening slightly. "So desperate for us,”

The feeling of his arm around your neck was getting you drunker by the second but fuckkk did it feel like heaven, hell and purgatory all at once. You could feel the predatory heat radiating from both of them.

Yuma was a ghost of heat and wetness, his world reduced to velvet darkness under the blindfold on his eyes. Without the guidance of sight, he relied on the tremors of your thighs and the sharp gasps escaping your lips to navigate.

He dove in with a feral intensity, his tongue swirling around your clit with a precision that felt supernatural. He knew every ridge, every sensitive nerve ending, tracing the map of your pleasure with a slow, agonizing deliberation. You bucked against him, starved of friction, more of that wicked tongue that was driving you mad.

"You're shaking, kitty," Yuma whispered against your soaking wet folds, his hot breath sending shivers racing up your legs. "I can feel how much you want this. I don't even need to see you to know exactly how to break you."

The combination was overwhelming. The crushing security of Fuma’s hold from behind and the relentless, wet friction of Yuma’s tongue below drove you toward the edge. You whimpered, arching your back into Fuma’s chest, your fingers clawing at the sheets. 

Fuma chuckled, a dark, possessive sound, and pressed his cheek against yours, praising you in a voice dripping with affection and dominance. "That's it, pretty girl. Just take it all. Let Yuma eat every single drop of you."

Yuma shifted his angle, suctioning your clit into his mouth and flicking his tongue in a rapid, rhythmic assault. He had two of his beautiful fingers stuck right in along with his tongue, thick and long digits which were dancing their tango inside of you, caressing every spot that he knew hit you like a cannon in the chest. 

"Fuck, look at her soak my fingers," Yuma groaned after long moments of torturous licks. He brought a hand up to your lips, painting them with your own essence. "Taste yourself, little kitty. Taste how fucking sweet you are."

You had no choice but to obey, parting your lips for his probing fingers. You lapped at them like a kitten at a bowl of cream, savoring the musky taste of your own arousal. Your tongue swirled around his skin while Fuma held you tight, both of them basking in the sight of their beautiful, ruined angel.

The dual stimulation was almost too much to bear, pushing you hurtling towards your climax. Your moans grew louder, more desperate, as they drove you relentlessly towards the edge.

"Cum for us, kitty," Fuma demanded, his voice a low growl. "Show us how much you loooove being our plaything."

The tension in your lower belly coiled tighter and tighter until you couldn't hold it back. With a keening cry, you shattered, your body convulsing as your orgasm crashed over you. 

You gushed all over Yuma's face, soaking him with your release. He just smirked up at you, looking thoroughly debauched.

"Fucking perfect.” He purred, licking his lips.

You collapsed back against Fuma's chest, utterly spent and sated. But you knew this was only the beginning. The night was still young, and your demons had barely begun to play.

The proof? Provided enough when Fuma jutted up into you and the feeling of his hardened cock sent butterflies flying all around you.  

Fuma's lips curled into a wicked smirk against your neck as he continued his rough juts up. "Look at you, coming undone so easily for us," he grunted. "Such a good little kitty, so responsive to our touch."

Yuma moved up your body, smearing your juices across your stomach as he went, “Another round, pretty girl?”  He captured your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving in to tangle with yours. You could taste yourself on his lips, the musky flavor of your arousal mingling with the faint hint of his cologne.

“Ours.” Fuma snarled and bucked harder into you, his fingers digging bruisingly into your hips, “Our kitty, only ours, yeah?” Fuma grabbed your chin, forcing your head back to bare your throat to his teeth.

Yuma’s beautiful black hair fell into his eyes as he looked down at you with a hungry gaze, “Only for our eyes, isn’t that right, sweet girl?”

Well….

Taki standing outside the door, peeking in from the cracks, the front of his pants and his hand faintly damp, would certainly have something to say about that. Such a sweet kitty you were, he thought.

He just had to join now, didn’t he?”

fin.

A/N: for my beloved Nika @kwnnies she's probably gonna scream at me in the gc ehehehe. Also need everybody to know Jyuugoya started playing in the middle of writing this and i had a physical reaction to my man's voice in the bridge.

divider by @chrisredfieldsfattie

boyfriend! taki who’s so turned on by whatever you do, and yet still so shy about asking for anything intimacy related - especially at the beginning of your relationship when everything felt so… foreign and scary. poor taki didn’t want to make you uncomfortable in any way so he waited patiently, the question lingering in the back of his head every time you’d make out, every time he’d feel your tits pressing against his chest as you reached for the remote on the other end of the couch.

boyfriend! taki who finally asked you one night at your apartment, voice barely audible, and it was as if your birthday came early - your lips on his in an instant, mumbling about how you were waiting for him to finally suggest taking that step in your relationship. only then did he realise that you wanted this as badly as he did: and that night, in your bed, will forever be engraved in his mind.

boyfriend! taki who can’t get enough of you - the sight of your beautiful tits bouncing up and down as you ride him, the feel of your bare skin burning hot under his fingertips, the feeling of your lips on his, tongues swirling together in messy, rushed motions. he could get drunk on that feeling alone, and he very gladly would if it meant that you’d overtake all of his senses and become the only thing occupying his brain.

boyfriend! taki who, despite being this obsessed with you, keeps your sex life pretty vanilla. you don’t mind it, truly - sex with your boyfriend, no matter its form, is always something you enjoy more than anything else in life. and yet you can’t help but wonder if he’d be down to try something more adventurous: but asking proves to be a challenge because when it comes to those conversations, you’re almost as shy as him.

boyfriend! taki whose eyes widen in slight shock when you shyly suggest an idea that has been stuck in your head for some time now - cheeks reddening and whole face heating up upon hearing that you want to try blindfolding him. still, he obliged happily: despite his prior surprise there was no way to deny his excitement for the idea, especially with the very evident bulge growing in his pants.

‘you said it’ll just be a blindfold.’ he mumbled, lips pouty as you tied a pretty pink ribbon around his wrists, hands behind his back as he sat up on the edge of the bed. ‘you’re saying i don’t get to see you and i don’t get to touch you either? that’s torture.’

you smiled at your boyfriend, leaning in to plant a soft kiss to his lips.

‘i um, wanted to try it out. just this once.’ you mumbled, lips just millimeters away from his face, forehead resting against his. ‘please?’

and how could taki say no when his darling girlfriend was looking at him with those beautiful eyes of hers, her voice so soft and sweet?

he took one last look at you - eyes scanning your features, your face, your figure, as if he didn’t have the image of it engraved into his brain already. his gaze landed upon the pastel pink material resting in your hands, the material seemingly delicate enough to make him think it wouldn’t actually fully obstruct his view. oh, how wrong poor taki was. despite its light colour, the blindfold covered his eyes perfectly, denying him any form of sight.

‘can you see anything?’ you asked, waving your hand right in front of his face just to make sure. your boyfriend shook his head slightly, the material not budging in the slightest.

‘nothing except for all the pink in front of my eyes.’

you giggled, and the sound of your laughter alone sent a wave down taki’s body - almost as if taking his sight away has heightened his other senses, as if he’s suddenly become sensitive to sound alone.

the sight in front of you was nothing short of beautiful. your boyfriend looked so… vulnerable in front of you, lips slightly parted as he breathed in and out, chest rising and falling at a slow, steady pace. for a split second, you got shy about your next actions, but you couldn’t back down now - with taki tied up in front of you, there was nothing left to do than to go through with what you had wanted to try, what has been occupying your mind.

taki had no idea of what you were planning to do - which made it even more surprising when he’d felt your fingers grazing at the hem of his sweatpants, trailing a little lower to palm him through the thick material. he gasped at the sudden contact, almost bucking up into your touch as your hand applied gentle pressure to his growing bulge, hand gently moving up and down his shaft. the material of his sweats felt almost like a prison for him - denying him the feeling of your bare skin on his, denying him of the bliss he could experience.

and then you stopped.

your hand lifted up from his pants so fast taki almost didn’t register it. and yet before he was able to say anything, he felt your fingers again - this time pulling at the top of his pants, sliding them down his legs with the little help taki could provide by slightly lifting himself up. you smiled to yourself seeing the damp spot on his boxers, precum already leaking from his tip.

‘didn’t know you were that excited.’ you mumbled, fingers lightly grazing his cock through the material of his boxers. taki’s breath hitched in his throat, suddenly hypersensitive to your every touch, no matter how light. but then you stopped again - hand lifting up from his crotch and not coming back, your boyfriend growing impatient with need.

‘why’d you- why did you stop.’ he said, voice already breathy, almost whiny, laced with want. you’ve only just begun and yet he was already worked up - a fact which seemed to only boost your confidence as you answered him.

‘oh i’m just undressing.’ your words echoed through the room, and all of a sudden taki’s mouth felt dry. ‘what a shame you cannot see me right now, isn’t it?’

oh.

taki cursed under his breath, voice low and airy. he wanted so desperately to see you right now, and yet he couldn’t - confined to the prison of a pink ribbon tied at the back of his head, restricting his view and leaving it all to his imagination. but what is the image of you in his imagination when he knows the real deal is right in front of him and he cannot as much as look at it?

‘this is literal torture, love.’ he tried to argue, his pleas falling on deaf ears as your fingertips traced gentle patterns on his stomach, trailing lower to the hem of his boxers. your grip tightened around the material, pulling it down oh so slowly and taki swore that his brain stopped working for a second. ‘you can’t just do this and- oh, fuck-’

his cock sprung free, hard and throbbing, head slicked with his precum and you wasted no time - one of your hands reaching for it and gently grabbing at its base, that touch alone enough to make taki whine quietly. he was completely at your mercy - melting and moulding under each movement of your hand up and down his shaft, setting an agonisingly slow pace from the very beginning.

taki wanted to say something - mention the merciless pace with which you pumped his cock, plead for you to let him see you just for a minute, a second even. but then he felt your tongue, wet and hot, licking up an experimental stripe all the way up to his tip and he swore he was a gone man.

another whine slipped past his lips as your tongue came in contact with his length again, swirling around his tip in a slow, almost tantalising motion. your teasing was starting to become more and more unbearable for him - from peppering light kisses up and down his cock, giving the head ever so delicate kitten licks all the way to taking only the tip into your mouth before pulling it out with a wet, satisfying pop. it was all becoming too much: all he wanted was to see you drive him insane, get to kiss you and touch your body in this intimate moment.

he could feel you switching positions - head now far from his crotch, face inching closer towards his. your breath was hot on his body and he couldn’t help but lean closer, almost as if on instinct, hoping to find your lips even if just for a second or two. you gave him none of that satisfaction: lips coming in contact with his neck instead, your hand replacing where your mouth previously was as it continued to tease his cock, movements as slow as ever as you nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin, your boyfriend’s breathing becoming heavier and heavier with each passing second, pretty whines slipping past his lips the most beautiful melody your ears could ever hear.

you surprised yourself with just how much you actually enjoyed seeing your boyfriend like this.

taki’s muscles tensed up, his breathing becoming faster, more rapid, and you knew exactly what it meant - and you could only giggle quietly at the expression on taki’s face when you completely pulled your hand away, denying him the release he was so desperately chasing.

‘oh my god, why would you-’ he whined, cock twitching involuntarily as it rested against his stomach, rock solid and aching for release. ‘please, fuck- i can’t keep going like this, love. please.’

you couldn’t ignore the wetness pooling at your underwear at your boyfriend’s whiny voice - especially not when his soft pleas hit your ears, few tears spilling down his cheeks from the sheer intensity of the situation.

for a split second taki thought his pleading had fallen on deaf ears - your touch leaving his body once again, the empty space you left behind almost torturous. and yet it wasn’t long before you blessed him with it again: one hand resting on his thigh as your mouth enveloped around taki’s cock, your other hand holding it at its base. you gave him no time to prepare, whines leaving your boyfriend’s lips in a beautiful symphony as your mouth worked its wonders, taking his entire length and humming around it. despite his desperate attempts at bucking up his hips into your throat your movements stayed slow, deliberate even.

his mouth became a sanctuary with the amount of pleas leaving his lips, desperation growing to an all time high as tears rolled down his cheeks. he looked so… beautiful like this. you couldn’t keep him waiting any longer.

finally, almost as if heavens themselves had blessed taki, he could feel you speed up your pace - head bobbing up and down as your lips wrapped around him, the muscles in his thighs tensing up under your hands. it didn’t take long for his release to arrive in thick white spurts spilling out of your mouth and onto your tits as you tried to swallow as much of it as you could, his mouth uttering a multitude of whiney thank yous in the process.

taki sighed the moment your mouth left his cock - back falling onto the bed, almost as if he’d just felt how tired his body was. he felt you nuzzle up next to him, gentle hands reaching under his back to finally free his wrists, going up to his face next to slide the blindfold off of his eyes. it took him a second to adjust to the lighting inside the bedroom, eyes landing on your figure the moment his eyes began to work properly again. and boy, was he glad to have his vision back.

you looked gorgeous. divine, even - he couldn’t help the way his cock started hardening almost instantly at the sight. you noticed, of course, a giggle escaping your mouth as your hand reached up to his cheeks, wiping the remnants of his tears.

‘did you… enjoy it?’ you asked, eyes sparkling with curiosity as you laid down next to him. taki nodded almost instantly.

‘of course i did.’ he mumbled, leaning in to plant a soft kiss to your lips. ‘i have no words. that might’ve been the hottest thing you’ve ever done. let’s never do it again.’

‘missed getting to look at me this much?’ you giggled, eyes drifting down to his half hard cock for just a second before looking back up.

‘you wouldn’t even imagine.’ he answered, hand resting on your waist as he cuddled up to you. ‘being denied the pleasure of looking at you is as torturous as being denied breathing.’

‘that was… surprisingly poetic.’ you admitted. taki smiled at your comment.

‘extremely romantic, though.’ he added, fingers drawing gentle patterns along your bare skin. ‘i think i deserve a kiss for that.’

you pretended to be deep in thought about his offer for a few seconds, then leaned in to connect your lips with his and taki couldn’t help but hum in satisfaction - smiling into the kiss like a lovestruck fool. the luckiest lovestruck fool this world has ever seen.

nerd taki! who never has once spoken to you ever but his presence seemed so so familiar to you in ways you cannot explain.

nerd taki! who walks up to you one day after class claiming that the teacher had assigned him to tutor you and help bring your physics grades that were going downhill, up.

nerd taki! who notices every moment of every tiny curve of your body as you unpack your bag getting ready for the tutoring session in the library, his throat going dry and his heart beating too fast for his own good at the proximity of you.

nerd taki! who focuses so well while teaching you the concepts of physics, his glasses sitting right at the brim of his nose perfectly, making you stare at him and notice the absolute beauty he was for the first time ever.

nerd taki! who knows that you stare at him and lose your concentration as he notices everything about you and this didn't slip out of his observations at all because that's everything you've been doing the past sessions, barely managing to remember what he had been teaching you.

nerd taki! who's a fucking pervert, always dropping the pencil to the floor on purpose, just to get under the table and pick it up for longer that what it required. you always ignored the feeling of his breath hitting your knees whenever he was under, the sensation riling up every fibre of sanity in you.

nerd taki! who insists on bringing you home for the next tutoring session, reasoning that it would be much more comfortable and he can speak louder than when in the library, which would help them to work well.

nerd taki! who guides you to his room which was already cleaned, scented and his study space was ready with two chairs against the table sitting right next to each other with barely any space left between them.

nerd taki! who catches you straight up staring at him as he lifts his head to look at you while switching between topics, and goes back to reading them over as he smirks knowingly.

nerd taki! who rolls up the sleeves of his black round neck sweater that exposed his collarbones and now his thick, veiny forearms, grabbing all your attention at once.

nerd taki! who manages to simply slip his left hand onto your thigh while his right hand works away, solving the problems, his pencil moving swiftly as his brain shifts the focus between you and the numbers in front of him.

nerd taki! who notices how you almost tremble under his touch, how you never push him away and how your breaths get erratic and heavier as his hand moves up your thigh, pushing your skirt aside.

nerd taki! who absolutely loses his control when he hears a light whimper leave your lips just when his fingers tug at the hem of your skirt. he swiftly drops his pencil and turns completely to face you now, his face inches away from you, breath fanning your face.

nerd taki! who takes his sweet time absorbing the need that your face exudes, your lips slightly parted at the proximity. he licks his lips as he says, "do I turn you on, kitten?" his low voice makes you shiver as you press your thighs together, unable to hide the fact anymore.

nerd taki! who pulls your chair as close to him as possible, his hands resting on your waist as his lips meet yours, harsh and hungry. he devours you till the last bit. his kisses are so open mouthed and needy, the mix of your saliva starts coating eachothers' lips within a few seconds of making out.

nerd taki! who you realise is strong as hell, when he picks you up effortlessly with one arm, sitting you down sturdily on the table, pens rolling off the surface as he shoves himself between your legs, his now erect cock straining against your clit through the thin layer of your panties.

nerd taki! who swiftly slides his glasses off, tossing them across the room onto the bed absent mindedly, his entire being drowning into your touch. he shifts his hand from your waist to your neck as he presses his tongue deep into your mouth, his face almost blending with yours. he manages to pull his pants down, his hard cock now much more free as he presses against your pussy, his lips never leaving yours.

nerd taki! who fails miserably at holding himself together as your legs wrap around him and pull him in closer, his hard cock pressing against your clit, while he whimpers uncontrollably into your mouth.

nerd taki! who frantically moves his palm to between your legs as he cups your pussy, still clothed and panties sticking to your folds. his hand slides under it and he pushes two of his fingers straight into your hole almost instantly, resulting in you moaning into his mouth.

nerd taki! who pumps his digits into you, faster and faster, his lips now leaving yours as he takes time to appreciate your fucked out face— your brows knitted, mouth parted and head tipping back, neck exposed as he leaves purple marks across your skin.

nerd taki! who slips you off of your panties and clothes almost immediately, and starts sucking on your breasts, frantic and needy as ever making you bite your lower lip as hard as possible, swallowing your moans.

nerd taki! who now faces you again, his arms wrapped tight around your smaller frame pulling you the closest to him as he whispers into your ear, "you can be loud, kitten. don't hold back. the house is big enough for us to blend with its noises."

nerd taki! who buries his face in your neck as he frictions his hard cock against your wet pussy, clit rubbing against the material of his pants, leaving both of you feeling absolutely ecstatic in eachothers' embrace.

nerd taki! whose breath stutters as he humps against you like a pup in heat, whimpering and moaning despite his actions taking the upper hand over you. he seems to push himself further against your body with each rut, the table banging against the wall, as though he was wishing for your bodies to physically blend together.

nerd taki! who finally reaches his climax as you feel yours coming through as well. his hips stutter as he finishes, white hot cum spilling out of the fabric of his boxers, while you chase your orgasm as you grind against his cock, your fluids mixing with his cum.

his fingers tracing lazy circles on your knee, pale blonde hair falling into his eyes as he glances up at you with that half-lidded, hungry smirk. 

“yooo, y/n,” yuma finally broke the silence, shifting closer, his breath warm now brushing against your leg.  

“have you listened to that new playlist i sent ya? the one with the slower shit… the ones that sound like someone’s getting railed in the back of a car?” he grins, sharp and unapologetic, his hand sliding just a little higher up your thigh. “bet you’d sound even better than the singer.” 

taki doesn’t say anything at first. he just pulls the one earbud out slowly, his eyes flickering from his phone to yuma’s hand on you, then quickly away. but you catch it—the way his fingers tighten slightly around his phone case, the subtle swallow in his throat, the soft flush of his cheeks. but then it’s gone.  

if you knew what was really going on inside his head, it might have alarmed you. your nerdy otaku best friend secretly being a pervert.  deep on his phone, buried in a password-protected folder, full of your Instagram pics carefully cropped just right so that when he got too stressed studying, he had the material to relieve that stress with and, tucked somewhere in the chaos of his backpack, between a binder full of pokémon cards and a half-finished wrinkled english essay, is a pair of your panties he’d quietly stolen earlier whilst yuma raided your kitchen for snacks and you showered.

he clears his throat softly, and voice barely above a whisper. 

“…um y/n.. your skirt’s riding up again,” taki mumbles, eyes fixed on the floor now, but the flush on his face is darker.  

“ugh..sorry taki. yuma can’t keep his hands to himself.” you snicker, attempting to tug your skirt down, but yuma doesn’t move. instead, his palm slides higher, fingertips ghosting under the hem of your skirt, brushing the warm skin of your inner thigh. 

“relax, baby,” he murmurs, voice low and amused, leaning in so his lips ghost your ear. “taki’s just sayin’ something because it’s making him even harder.”  

taki’s ears burn crimson. he lets out a small, mortified huff and quickly grabs a pillow, slamming it over his lap to hide the very obvious bulge in his sweats. he sinks deeper into the bed, looking like he wants the floor to open up and swallow him whole. 

yuma laughs under his breath, the sound vibrating against your leg. “you’ve been stealing glances. bet you’ve been half-hard since we got here. isn’t that right, taki?”  

your breath catches in your throat, heat flooding your face and pooling low in your belly at yuma’s raw, shameless words. he turns his head, lip ring brushing your thigh with every small movement which sends sparks straight between your legs, he looks up at you with those intense, catlike eyes. 

“unlike me. i’m right here, baby. telling you straight—i want to bend you over this bed and fuck you until you can’t even remember your own name. taki can watch if he wants. or join. whatever gets you wetter.” he softly shrugs, words falling off on his tongueraw and unfiltered. those sharp cat eyes locked on yours like he’s already picturing exactly how you’d look bent over the edge of the bed, crying out his name. 

“yuma!” your mouth drops at his shamelessness. your face burns hotter than taki’s ears, thighs pressing together instinctively as another rush of heat floods between your legs. 

yuma’s smirk only widens, slow and predatory. he stays right where he is, face still dangerously close to between your thighs, lip ring cool against your flushed skin as he tilts his head. 

“what?” he asks innocently, though his voice is pure sin. “too honest for ya, baby?” his fingers slide higher up your leg, fingers touching at the bare skin before the tips of his fingers brush against the middle of your panties.  “yer soaked already though, ain'tcha? i can practically smell it.” even if you weren’t looking at him, you could tell he’s smirking just the tone of his voice. annoying.

“just say the word,” he murmurs against your thigh, before placing a small kiss upon your burning skin, “and i’ll flip ya over right now. face down, ass up. i’ll fuck you so deep you’ll feel me for days.” his eyes flick sideways to taki again, shooting him a playful grin. his cat-like eyes return to you—fangs poking out, something you would usually find cute has been tainted by the impliactions of his smirk.“and if yer nerd wants to join… he can stuff that pretty mouth of yours while i ruin you from behind.” 

you roll your eyes, despite the way your heart is hammering against your ribs and the obvious flood of wetness soaking your panties under yuma’s teasing fingertips.  

“god, you’re so fucking full of yourself, and so so lewd” you mutter, trying to sound annoyed even as your voice comes out breathy and shaky. “i wouldn’t let either of you touch me with a ten foot pole.”  

yuma’s smirk deepens; that lazy, predatory look still locked on you as his fingertips brush your clothed heat. you pray he doesn’t feel how soaked your panties have gotten, just from this interaction alone.  

“full of myself, huh?” he says, “maybe… but yer soakin’ my fingers right now, baby.”  

he teases you through the fabric, fingertips brushing along your covered slit.  

“uh huh—” he murmurs, almost smug. “soakin’ my fingers already... yer body’s way more honest than that pretty mouth of yours.” 

you feel the heat rush to your face even harder. eyes flickering to taki, now hyperaware of him. as your eyes rake his body, you notice the pillow has been completely forgotten in his lap. he lets out a quiet, shaky breath from the side, his eyes are fixed between your legs, cheeks burning crimson, lips parted. then he notices how your eyes bore into him; he looks up away from your thighs and yuma’s hand snaking full beneath your skirt to look into your eyes.  

his voice comes out even quieter, almost shy, but there’s an edge to it now. “y’know... i… i wouldn’t mind watching,” he admits, muttering barely audible. “or… helping. if you’d let me. ”  

yuma’s grin widens, predatory. his fingers press firmer against your heat, dragging the tip of his finger along your soaked clothed slit, drawing a soft whimper to escape from your mouth. fingers inching towards your covered clit. “see? even the quiet otaku’s down bad for you. so, what’s it gonna be, y/n? ya gonna keep teasing us… or finally let us show you how bad we’ve been wanting this?” 

both of them are staring at you now—taki with that nervous, desperate hunger behind his glasses, yuma with open, filthy want in his eyes. the air in your room feels thick and charged.  

“so, still gonna roll yer eyes at me?” he teases, letting his finger press against your concealed clit. watching how your face twists up in silent pleasure. you refuse to let another noise escape. “or ya finally gonna admit you want me to bend you over and fuck you stupid right now?” 

he glances sideways at taki, smirking. 

“or maybe… you want both of us? taki’s been so quiet over there, but i know he’s dyin’ to touch ya too.” 

taki’s head snaps up at that, eyes wide, cheeks flaming. his fingers twitch like he wants to reach for you but doesn’t dare. instead, they curl into the fabric of your sheets, knuckles white, the obvious outline of his cock straining against the material now impossible to ignore. 

you let out a small huff, trying to sound as bratty and unbothered as possible even as your hips twitch involuntarily against yuma’s teasing finger. you can feel your panties sticking to your skin, you can feel yuma’s finger pushing at your clothed clit, you can feel how thick the air has become, “fine, whatever.” you finally respond.  

yuma’s smirk widens, sharp and predatory. “that’s what I thought, brat” 

before you can even roll your eyes again, in one smooth motion he sits up, using one hand to flip up skirt your skirt and the other hand hooks two fingers onto the waistband of your panties and yanks them down your thighs, the cool air hitting your soaked folds and making you shiver. you instinctively try to close your legs, but yuma’s knee is quick to part them , spreading you open wide for both of them to see.  

“all that attitude and your cunt’s crying for us.” 

yuma glances at taki. “c’mere, nerd. she said ‘whatever.’ that means she’s ours tonight. touch her.” 

taki hesitates half a second before tossing his phone somewhere on the bed. headphones tangled in the sheets as he begins crawling closer, body trembling slightly. his fingers are shaky but quick when they finally brush your inner thigh, then higher, until he’sstroking two fingers through your slick folds with almost reverent care. 

“woah—fuck, she’s so wet…” taki whimpers, voice cracking. “so warm… can i—can i taste?” 

“ask her,” yuma says, already tugging his own shirt off, revealing a tattoo on his hip, the dark inked lines on his torso contrast sharply with his pale skin.  

you feel heat flood your face as both of them stare straight at your soaked, puffy pussy. your thighs twitch with the instinct to snap shut again, but yuma’s knee stays planted firm between them, keeping you spread obscenely wide. taki’s eyes are huge behind his glasses, lips parted, breathing fast and shallow like he’s about to pass out. his fingers keep stroking through your slick folds with that same reverent, shaky touch, spreading you open even more so he can see everything. you bite your lip hard, trying to keep that last scrap of attitude even as your pussy clenches visibly around nothing under taki’s fingers. 

“…yeah,” you manage, voice barely above a whisper, the bratty edge completely gone. “i guess..”  

“fuck... th-thank you—fuck, thank you—” he whimpers, voice cracking hard. he shoves his glasses up his nose with his now wet shaky fingers, then drops down between your spread thighs like he’s been starving for days; and maybe he has. the second his tongue drags a long, slow, sloppy stripe from your dripping entrance up to your swollen clit, he moans loud and broken against you, the vibration shooting straight up your spine. 

you can’t stop the soft, shaky gasp that escapes. your hand flies down instinctively, fingers threading into his soft hair. 

“taki… oh my god—” you breathe, voice already trembling. “wait—slow down…” 

you can’t stop the soft, shaky gasp that escapes. your hand flies down instinctively, fingers threading into his soft hair. 

but he doesn’t stop. too overwhelmed by desperation, greed and pure need.  

if anything, your words seem to make him more desperate. taki lets out a broken, needy whimper against your pussy and keeps licking—sloppy, eager, hungry. his tongue dragging heavy and fast over your clit like he physically can’t pull himself away. hisglasses are fogged up completely now, sliding down his nose, but he doesn’t seem to care. he just presses his face deeper, moaning loudly as he sucks your swollen clit into his mouth with wet, obscene sounds. 

“s-sorry— i can’t— you taste too good—” he whines, voice muffled and cracking, vibrating straight through you. his shaky fingers spread you wider, tongue flicking faster even as you tug lightly at his hair. “please— just a little more— i need it— need to taste you more—” 

before you can even reply, yuma’s hand, adorned with chrome heart rings grips at your hair, firm and possessive as he pushes you flat onto your back, tilting your head off the edge of the bed so your neck is arched perfectly. you must’ve been too distracted to notice him getting off of your bed.  

“ya, enough whining, doll,” yuma growls, voice low and rough. “taki’s not stopping anyway,” he grins, glancing down at the boy still buried between your thighs. “might as well keep your mouth busy while he makes a mess of that pretty cunt.” you let out a soft whimper at his words. 

he doesn’t give you time to protest. tugging down his sweats and chrome hearts boxers in one rough motion, his thick, veiny cock springs free—heavy, already leaking at the tip, the chrome rings on his fingers catching the light as he strokes himself once. he taps his cock against your cheek once before sliding the wet leaky tip over your plush lips. coating your mouth in glossy precum.  

then he leans in close, voice dropping into a low, commanding growl. 

you barely manage a shaky breath before yuma taps the fat head of his cock against your lips again. “open.” 

your lips part almost automatically, and the second they do, yuma pushes the fat head past them, sliding deep into your mouth in one smooth thrust until he hits the back of your throat. 

“mmmph—!” you choke around him, eyes watering instantly as your throat stretches around his girth. your hands fly up to grip something, one opting to fist the sheets, the other tightening desperately in taki’s soft brown hair. you attempt to let out a string of insults, yuma chuckles thrusting deeper, the bulge in your throat visible every time he bottoms out. he pulls out just enough for you to gasp for air, strings of spit connecting your swollen lips to his glistening cock. “oh…you’re still trying to talk shit with my dick down your throat. cute.” he doesn’t even let you speak as he pushes the leaking head past your lips, sliding deep into your mouth in one smooth thrust.  

you choke around his length, eyes watering instantly as he bottoms out against the back of your throat. he pulls out slowly, tip resting against your lips before pushing in again. 

“fuuuck, that’s it,” yuma groans, hips rolling slowly at first, letting you adjust a bit while he watches the bulge in your throat. “take it. gooood girl… look at you, doll. mouth full of my cock and this nerd still going feral between your legs. you’re dripping all over his face.” 

taki whines pathetically against your clit, sucking at it harder. widening your thighs so that two of trembling fingers can push deep inside your soaked cunt. 

the moment they slide in, he curls them up hard against that spongy spot that makes your vision completely white out. eyes fluttering into the back of your head. his tongue never stops—sloppy, frantic sucks and flicks on your swollen clit while his fingers pump fast and messy, squelching loudly with every thrust. 

“mmmph—!” you choke around yuma’s thick pulsing shaft as another wave of overwhelming pleasure hits you. your throat flutters, drool spilling down from the corners of your mouth. eyes glossy from unshed tears that threaten spill onto your flushed cheeks,lashes clumping together as you struggle to breathe through the relentless pace him of his cock slamming into your mouth.  

taki lets out a broken sob against your clit, sucking harder, fingers pumping faster, curling relentlessly. “cum for me—please pretty girl—cum on my tongue—pleeease i need to feel it.. want you to cum for me!” 

the coil snaps. 

your whole body seizes up, back arching off the bed as a violent orgasm rips through you. a loud, muffled scream vibrates around yuma’s cock; causing him to buck deeply into your throat. tip brushing your uvula. your drippping cunt clenches hard around taki’s fingers, gushing slick all over his hand and tongue; thighs tremble uncontrollably, eyes fluttering shut as wave after wave crashes over you, leaving you shaking and sobbing around yuma’s thick cock. 

taki moans like he’s the one cumming, licking and sucking frantically to catch every drop, whimpering soft little “thank you’s” into your pulsing cunt while his fingers keep working you through it, prolonging the pleasure until you’re twitching with overstimulation.  

yuma lets out a low, amused chuckle as he slowly pulls his thick cock from your abused throat, a thick string of spit and precum connecting your swollen lips to the glistening tip-of his member. you gasp for air, coughing wetly, tears finally spilling down your flushed cheeks. 

“think you can take a couple more?” he asks again, voice dripping with smug confidence. his hand lazily strokes his cock, smearing your drool all over the shaft. “look at ya… already crying and we’ve barely started.” 

they move you like you weigh nothing. 

taki crawls up your body first, needy and shaky, straddling your chest. body hovering over yours as he tugs down his sweats and boxers just enough to free his cock. it’s flushed dark and leaking, twitching in the air. pent up and needy; he whines, “can i… can i fuck your mouth? please? i’ll be gentle—well… i’ll try…” his hips are already twitching forward, tip brushing your bottom lip. 

you barely have time to complete your nod before he’s pushing past your lips and into your warm mouth with a broken moan, sliding over your tongue. “ah—fuck—your mouth is so warm… so wet… nghh—!” he doesn’t go as deep as yuma, but his thrusts are frantic and desperate, hips stuttering like he’s already close just from the heat of your mouth. one hand braces on the headboard, the other gently cups the side of your head, thumb stroking your cheek even as he fucks it. 

at the same time, yuma settles between your spread thighs, cock heavy and thick against your dripping entrance. he rubs the head up and down your slit, coating himself in your cum, then taps it teasingly against your swollen clit. 

he presses the thick head of his cock at your entrance and then pushes in slowly, stretching you open with one smooth, relentless glide until he’s buried within you to the hilt. the bulge in your lower belly is obscene. so obscene, that when you glance down, itcauses you to gush around yuma’s length. he presses a palm over it, feeling himself inside you. 

“shit… feel that?” he groans, grinding deep. “that’s me. all the way in your tight little cunt. look how your tummy swells every time i move. fuuuuck—” 

you moan loudly around taki’s cock, the vibration making him jolt and push a little deeper. yuma sets a steady, punishing rhythm, hips snapping forward so the wet slap of skin fills the room. each thrust forces you to jolt; pushing taki’s cock further into your mouth, it causing another wet tear to slip from your eye.  

taki notices the tears that begin to fall from your eyes, which cause his hips to lose all control the second he sees fresh tears spill down your plush, flushed cheeks. the sight of you crying around his cock only makes him throb harder against your tongue, a sick rush of guilt and arousal twisting in his gut. he starts lose his rhythm, frantic little snaps as he fucks your mouth. 

“i’m—ah—i’m close already… can’t hold it—your mouth feels too fucking good—” 

yuma reaches up, wraps one large hand lightly around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head spin and your pussy clench hard around him. “don’t you dare come yet, taki. not until she’s cum again.” 

taki nods submissively, pulling his cock from your mouth. opting to rub it over your lips and cheeks. staining your already tear soaked face with spit and precum. his hips twitch helplessly as he drags the slick, heavy head across your swollen bottom lip. 

“too much yu, please—” you moaned, voice hoarse and broken from taking them both. “nngh… your cock is too big—ah—”  

you can’t think straight, overstimulation burning through you as yuma’s cock splits you open again and again while taki smears his mess across your lips and tongue. 

“nngh—! it really is too big… feel so full,” you whimpered, voice cracking as fresh tears slipped down your cheeks. “yuu… you’re hitting too deep… i can’t— haa— i can’t hold it…” 

he leans down, capturing your nipple between his teeth and sucking hard while his free hand slides between your bodies to rub tight circles over your clit. 

“then don’t hold it. cum on my cock like the needy whore you are.” he mumbles against your hardened nipple. 

the overstimulation hits you like lightning. your back arches, a muffled cry vibrating around taki as your second orgasm crashes through you, walls fluttering and gushing around yuma’s cock. you can’t do much but whimper and whine around taki's length, body thrashing against the sheets. cunt leaking around yuma’s heavy cock.  

“fuuuuuck—there it is,” yuma growls, eyes locked on your face. “good girl..keep coming so prettily for us. yeaa—look at you... fuck” 

taki whines helplessly, hips stuttering. “yuma—please—i need to—nghh—!” 

yuma rolls his eyes, relenting with a smirk. “go on. fill her mouth.” 

taki lets out a broken sob of relief and pushes deep, spilling hot and thick seed down your throat. you choke a bit at first before swallowing around him, tears streaming, as he keeps grinding through the aftershocks, murmuring soft praises: “thank you… thank you, fuck—you’re perfect…”  

you have no time to recover from your orgasm or from taking taki’s. yuma doesn’t slow down. he pulls your legs up higher, folding you into a deep mating press, cock driving even deeper. the new angle makes the bulge in your belly even more pronounced with every thrust. he spits on your clit, watching it drip down to where you’re stretched around him, then rubs it in with his thumb. 

“f-fuck—! nghh yuma, oh my god, i can’t—ah!” 

“yes you can, pretty girl and you will... look at youuu… taking everything we give you,” he rasps, voice rough with lust. “gonna fill this pretty pussy up next. gonna pump you so full you’ll be leaking for days.” 

taki, still panting above you, gently pulls his spent cock from your lips with a wet pop. strings of saliva and cum connect your swollen mouth to his tip. he collapses beside you on the bed, chest heaving, eyes half-lidded and hazy with the afterglow of his orgasm. but even as he catches his breath, he doesn’t look away—his gaze stays glued to your face, watching every tear that slips down your flushed cheeks while yuma continues to ruin you with deep, punishing thrusts. 

“…you look so pretty like this,” taki murmurs breathlessly, reaching out to gently brush a tear away with his thumb. his voice is soft, even as yuma’s cock keeps splitting you open beside him. 

“yeah? gonna come again already?” Yuma laughs, low and mean. “greedy little thing. pussy’s sucking me in like it never wants me to leave. maybe I should just stay buried in you all night, you’d like that, wouldn’t ya? nasty, needy slut..” 

“fuuck! yuma! shut the fuck up, jesus christ—” you cry out, voice breaking into a sob as another wave of overstimulation crashes through you. 

yuma just laughs, dark and filthy, the sound vibrating against body “aw, listen to that. gettin’ all mouthy already?” he reaches up to snake his hand around your throat, thumb pressing lightly under your jaw so your head spins and your eyes water even harder. he gives your throat a teasing little squeeze, just enough to make your eyes roll back. “but your pussy’s telling a different story, baby. yer clenching so fucking hard every time i treat you like the slut you are. you love it.”  

you come with a broken sob, back arching as much as the position allows, pussy gushing around his cock so hard it drips down, soaking into the sheets. tears spill freely down your cheeks, you let out a broken sob, and the sight makes both of them moan. your eyes flutter shut for just a moment. yuma’s hand around your throat tightens just a fraction more, not enough to hurt, but enough to make your vision spark and your pussy flutter wildly around him.  

“eyes on me when i’m fucking you,” he growls, thumb pressing lightly against your pulse point. he spits again, this time directly onto your tits, watching the warm saliva drip down your chest.  

he doesn’t stop even as you thrash, the overstimulation is vicious. your body jerks, a broken sob tearing from your throat as another orgasm builds way too fast, too intense. your legs tremble in his grip, heels digging uselessly into his back. 

“yea? gonna come again already?” yuma laughs darkly, pounding into you harder, the head of his cock dragging against cervix. “greedyyy girl. we’ve barely started and you’re already falling apart on my cock. cry for us more—i love when you look like this.” 

taki's thumb keeps stroking your wet cheek in slow, soothing circles even as his spent cock twitches against his thigh, hard again from watching you fall apart. his voice is hoarse, breathy, almost shy despite everything. 

“shiiiitt—there she goes again,” yuma snarls, hips stuttering. “milking me so fucking good—gonna fill you up, baby. take every drop like the perfect little cumslut you are.” 

yuma buries himself to the hilt one last time and comes with a deep, guttural groan. thick, hot ropes of cum flood your pussy, pulse after pulse, so much it leaks out around his cock even while he’s still buried inside you. he grinds deep, forcing it even further, making sure you feel every twitch as he empties himself completely. he stays there, cock twitching inside your overfilled cunt, panting against your neck while taki gently wipes your tears with his thumbs. 

yuma stays buried deep inside you for a few more seconds, cock still twitching as the last weak spurts of his cum paint your walls. he presses a messy, open-mouthed kiss to your tear-streaked cheek.  

“it’s okay baby… you’re crying so much… ughh but you look so fucking cute when you do,” he whimpers softly, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to the corner of your trembling mouth. “did we break you already? we’re not even done yet…” 

you let out a weak whimper,  

yuma slowly pulling out with a wet, obscene sound. thick white cum immediately leaks from your swollen, puffy pussy, dripping down to your ass and then onto soaking into the sheets. with a satisfied smirk, he pushed two thick fingers scoop up the mess dripping from your spent cunt and push it back inside, the metal of his rings making you jolt and whine. 

“look at that,” yuma drawls, voice still rough from his orgasm. “pussy’s so full it can’t even keep it all in. greedy little hole… trying to push me out but still sucking my fingers back in like a slut.” 

you’re still shaking, thighs trembling violently, when yuma suddenly grips your hips and flips you onto your stomach like you weigh nothing. your face presses into the messy sheets, ass up, back arched. 

“nghhh—too much..” you whimpered, drool falling onto the sheets.  

yuma laughs low, slapping your ass hard enough to make it jiggle. “go on, nerd. she’s still clenching around nothing like she needs more. fuck her sloppy seconds while i use her mouth again. let’s fill both holes at the same time, yeah?” 

taki doesn’t need to be told twice. he scrambles onto his knees behind you in seconds, hands shaking as he grabs a handful of your ass; hands slipping down to pull your hips up slightly to meet his flush cock, he lines his length up with your cum-filled cunt.  

he’s quick to push in. his thick member thrusting into you slightly, desperation and need consuming him almost completely. a broken, high-pitched whine tears from his throat. 

“haaah—! s-so warm… yuma-kun's cum is still inside you—nghhh—it’s making everything so slippery…” he bottoms out with a shudder, hips jerking forward involuntarily. “f-feels so good… your pussy’s twitching around me… could stay buried in this pretty pussy forever… its so perfect—you are so perfect baby—“  

“ki… you’re so thick,” you whimper, voice breaking as he stretches you open again, the words shaky and overwhelmed. “even after yu fucked me mmhph… you still feel so thick inside me… nngh—!” 

yuma kneels in front of you, fisting your hair to lift your head. his cock, still shiny with your and his own release, slaps against your tear-stained cheek. he leans down, gathering a thick glob of spit before letting it drop right into your already messy mouth.“open. you know what to do.” he orders, voice low and rough. “gonna get that throat nice and sloppy again.” 

“wider , princess,” he orders, thumb pressing down on your bottom lip. “need to fuck that pretty throat while taki breeds you from behind. want you stuffed from both ends like the needy little cumdump you are.” 

you barely have time to whimper before yuma shoves back into your mouth, sliding deep until your nose presses against his pelvis. soft black hair tickling your nose. at the same time, taki starts thrusting—desperate, sloppy, whiny little moans spilling from him with every snap of his hips. 

“shit—shit—baby, you’re so tight. Keep squeezing me. ah— you are doing so good…” taki’s voice breaks into a whimper as he leans over your back, one hand reaching around to rub frantic circles on your swollen clit. “gonna fill you up too… gonna mix our cum inside you… please let me—please—” 

the relentless rhythm had your whole body trembling. every time taki slammed into you from behind, it drove yuma’s cock deeper down your throat, and every time yuma thrust forward, it forced you back onto taki. you were completely trapped between them, stuffed and used. 

yuma groaned low, fisting your hair tighter as he fucks your throat in slow, punishing strokes. “uh huh that’s it. take it all, you greedy little whore. getting fucked from both ends and still whimpering like you can’t handle it. your throat’s squeezing me so fucking good every time taki bottoms out. mm fuck her harder, ki.” 

taki let out a broken whine, his hips snapping harder at yuma’s command, the wet slap of skin and obscene squelching of cum echoing louder throughout the otherwise silent room.  

“i—i’m gonna cum again—” you whimpered brokenly the moment yuma pulled out enough for you to speak, voice cracking into a sob. “it’s too deep… i’m gonna— nnghh—!” 

yuma smirked, spitting onto his cock before sliding it back past your swollen lips. “then cum, slut. no ones stopping you.”  

you choke out a broken sob around his length, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks as taki suddenly slams in harder, encouraged by yuma’s words. the angle has his thick cock dragging right against that spongy spot inside you—he reaches between your body and the bed, fingers now on your clit; frantic, sloppy circling.  

your whole body seizes up. the orgasm crashes through you so hard your vision whites out for a second. your pussy clenches violently around taki’s thick member, fluttering and pulsing as waves of pleasure rip through you. his high-pitched cry is almost louder than yours. 

his hips snap erratically, losing all rhythm as he buries himself to the hilt and starts spilling inside you with desperate, whimpering moans. you can feel every hot pulse of his cum flooding your already overfilled pussy, mixing with yuma’s load until it’s leaking out around his cock in creamy rivulets. your orgasms continues to roll over you, drool leaking out of your mouth. eyes dazed and body trembling almost violently. 

yuma groans, biting at his pierced lip at the sight, pulling out of your mouth; fisting himself roughly. 

yuma’s smirk widens as he watches your tear-streaked face, your lips parted and trembling. he leans down, spitting another thick glob right onto your tongue before straightening again. 

“open wider, princess. tongue out.” 

you obey without thinking, hazy and fucked-out, and yuma groans low in his throat as he strokes himself faster. 

“that’s it… gonna paint this pretty face. keep those eyes on me while i cum.” 

his strokes turn erratic, hips jerking forward as he aims the swollen pink head right at your open mouth. with a deep, guttural moan, thick ropes of cum start shooting across your tongue, over your lips, and across your flushed cheeks. some of it lands on your eyelashes, making you blink through the mess as he milks every last drop onto your face. 

taki collapses against your back with a soft, broken whine, pressing lazy kisses to your shoulder as his cock gives one final twitch inside you before he gently pulls out. a thick gush of their combined release immediately follows, spilling down your thighs in obscene trails. 

yuma leans down, thumb brushing some of his cum from your cheek and pushing it between your lips. you hesitate but suck anyway, still caught in a daze.  

“i’m gonna kill you.” you mumble thickly once he pulls his thumb free, voice hoarse and wrecked. “you ruined my favorite lashes…” 

“yea? worth it.” he drags his thumb across your bottom lip, smearing the mess a little more. “you look even prettier like this. all sloppy and marked up. my new favorite version of you.” 

taki makes a soft, sympathetic noise from behind you, nuzzling into the crook of your neck like a needy puppy. his hand slides down to gently cup your dripping pussy, fingers playing lazily with the warm mix leaking out of you. 

“don’t be mad…” he whines quietly, pressing another kiss just below your ear. “i’ll buy you new lashes, okay? the expensive kind..” 

you let out a weak, breathy huff that’s half-laugh, half-whimper, your body still twitching from the overstimulation as taki’s fingers accidentally graze your swollen clit again. 

“i meant it,” he mumbles sleepily. “expensive lashes. and… maybe some of that fancy makeup remover you like. chocolate covered strawberries too. i’ll go to the store tomorrow.” 

yuma lets out a low chuckle, the sound warm against your skin as he settles on your other side, one hand resting possessively on your hip. 

“listen to him,” yuma murmurs, voice still rough but laced with amusement. “already planning his apology tour. nerd’s fuckin’ whipped.” 

taki makes a small offended noise. 

“says you. i’ll show her the texts, yuma-kun.” the tan boy threatens. but doesn’t deny it his fondness for you, he just cuddles closer, burying his face deeper into your neck like he wants to melt into you. his fingers slow their lazy movements between your thighs, now just gently cupping your messy cunt as if to keep their combined cum inside you a little longer. 

“you better not.” yuma replies, shooting him a nasty glare. 

you sigh softly, eyes fluttering shut as the floaty, exhausted feeling settles over you heavier than before. exhaustion tugging at your eyes and heavy spent body. 

“…you’re both lucky i like you,” you whisper, voice raw and sleepy. 

you reached for your phone, a sign of relief leaving your lips as you saw the screen light up, the time showing that it was already way past midnight - a perfect excuse for you to leave euijoo’s apartment and get yourself out of this situation.

you stood up, gently lifting yourself off of the couch, and announced loudly that it was your time to go - your statement met with a few groans of dissatisfaction and a few sympathetic looks. you moved towards the door, grabbing your things in the process, ready to put your shoes on when a familiar voice rang from beside you.

‘want a ride home?’

yuma was now standing behind you - leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. his brows were slightly furrowed, as if awaiting your answer. you shook your head, giving him a smile.

‘no need. i don’t wanna trouble you.’ you mumbled, averting his gaze, suddenly very focused on your shoes. you could hear the chuckle leaving his lisp at your words - the sound making your heart beat just a little faster, that familiar tingling feeling settling in your stomach.

‘you wouldn’t be troubling me, we literally live in the same direction.’ he stated, already putting his shoes on. ‘besides, it’s late. wouldn’t want anything to happen to my favorite girl.’

my favorite girl.

you could feel heat rising up to your cheeks, eyes meeting with his for a spare second before looking away once more, opting for only a nod as a response as you said your final goodbyes to the rest of your friends, heading outside and into yuma’s car.

the drive was quiet, only thing filling the car being the sound of yuma’s playlist and the steady rhythm of your breathing. an undeniable tension hung in the air, or maybe you were just imagining things - eyes drifting towards yuma from time to time, studying his face from the side.

he was focused on the road - one hand on the steering wheel, the other laying coomfortably on his thigh. you could see the veins running along his arms and the outer parts of his palms, flexing subtly with each movement of his hand on the steering wheel, each time he had to change gears.

‘i can feel you staring, pretty.’ yuma’s voice cut through the silence as the car stopped at a red light, laced with a hint of humour. he could see the way your gaze shifted towards the window, head turning slightly to the right, the embarrassed expression gracing your face, and he couldn’t help but chuckle.

‘sorry.’ you mumbled, eyes turning towards him again just for a second. yuma shook his head - the light switching from red to yellow, from yellow to green.

‘nothing to be sorry for.’ he answered, the car taking a left turn as his hands worked on the steering wheel. ‘i like having your eyes on me. feels nice.’

normally you would’ve taken his words as a joke - a poor attempt to lighten up the atmosphere, ease up the tension hanging between you. but there was no hint of mockery in his voice, nothing that could’ve indicated that his words were a joke. the thought of that sent a shiver down your body.

yuma parked his car in front of your apartment complex, in one of the many empty spaces aviable, and turned the engine off. the two of you sat there in silence for a solid minute - as if neither of you wanted to leave the other, all while not wanting to admit it.

you moved first: hand shifting to unbuckle your seatbelt with yuma following soon after, both unlocking with a satisfying click. before you were able to reach to open the door on the passenger side, he was already leaning in to do it for you - so close you could smell his perfume.

he lingered there for a while - breath hot on your neck as he reached for the handle to open the car door. he used his other hand to steady himself, placing his palm on your car seat, fingers just lightly grazing your leg in the process. and yet that loght touch, mixed with his sudden closeness was enough to send waves of heat down your body.

yuma moved away and you missed his presence the moment he did - an almost unnoticeable frown on your face as you moved out of the car. yuma studied your movements as your hand lingered on the handle a little longer than necessary, your eyes flickering to his for just a second, as if there was something on your mind you haven’t yet shared.

you opened your mouth to speak. his words came first.

‘want me to walk you to the door?’

‘would you mind walking me to the door?’

both of you chuckled - the tension between you easing up for just a second as yuma got out of his car, making sure to lock it before accompanying you towards the building.

his lips were on yours before you even entered your apartment, the doors still not opened as he swiftly moved his tongue against your bottom lip, almost as if testing the waters - whether you’ll let him deepen the kiss or not. you fumbled with your keys, trying your best not to succumb to the pleasure just yet. but it was so hard when yuma’s hands were already squeezing your waist so deliciously, muscles flexing on full display.

you somehow managed to open the door and close them after entering the aparmtent, all with yuma’s lips still on you - now trailing down your jaw with little kisses and licks, each touch electric on your body. your hand flew to his hair almost instinctively, the other resting against his chest.

‘you’ve been staring at me all night, pretty.’ he mumbled in between kisses, now moving up your neck. his hands trailed up, too - grazing the skin underneath your shirt the feel of his bare skin against yours almost dizzying. ‘couldn’t take your eyes off of me, hm?’

you couldn’t bring yourself to respond - squirming under his touch, completely at his mercy, the heat down your core growing impossible to ignore.

he led you to the bedroom, using his prior knowledge of your apartment’s layout after the multiple hangouts hosted at your place, multiple times he slept over after being too drunk or too tired to bother going home.

yuma backed you towards the edge of the bed - hands firm on your waist as he motioned you to sit down, positioning himself between your legs.

then his hands moved to the hem of your shorts.

yuma looked up, searching your face for any signs of discomfort. and yet he found none - your eyes hazy with desire, avoiding his gaze as if you suddenly grew shy of the hungry look he graced you with.

‘can i take these off?’ he hummed, fingers hooked at the loops while his other hand rested on the zipper - so close to your core, adm yet still so far away. you nodded, but yuma didn’t seem satisfied. ‘use your words, pretty. need to hear you say it.’

your eyes shifted towards his figure, now kneeling in front of you, eyes dark and shiny with want, almost begging you to agree.

‘yes. yes, please.’

yuma wasted no time, unzipping your shorts and tugging them off of your legs along with your panties - your glistening folds now in full display right in front of his eyes. he positioned his hands on both your thighs, grip firm but not too tight, holding your legs in place. you opened your mouth to say something - and yet your words died right in your throat, a quiet moan leaving your lips as he delved right in, nose brushing against your clit as he licked an experimental stripe up your cunt, testing to see your reaction.

he hummed to himself, smiling against your folds as if satisfied with the outcome of his action. he repeated it a few more times - each time drawing a satisfactory reaction out of you, the pretty sounds leaving your lips making blood rush straight to his aching cock.

‘been wanting to do this for so long’ he mumbled with his face buried deep, tongue working wonders on your clit as his cock strained against his sweatpants, begging to be touched. but he couldn’t care less about himself at the moment - all he wanted to do was enjoy having you coming undone on his tongue. ‘wanted to taste that pretty pussy for months.’

yuma’s words somehow turned you on even more, the pleasure blissfully overwhelming as you felt yourself nearing an orgasm. yuma could feel it too - with the way your thighs trembled slightly, the way your breathing got heavier, moans more airy.

and then… he stopped.

you looked down at him - brows knit in confusion as you watched yuma lick the excess wetness off of his lips, a proud smile on his face as if he didn’t just stop seconds short from you coming on his tongue. his eyes met yours and you noticed a glint of mischievousness in them, suddenly curious as to what he was up to, why he stopped when you were so, so close.

he chuckled under his breath, face leaning in between your legs once more. and yet instead of touching you where you needed it most, his lips landed on the inner side of your thighs - trailing kisses up and down your skin, dangerously close to your core, and yet still not close enough to give you full satisfaction. he nipped and licked at the skin, leaving little bite marks and soothing the pain with his tongue, his touch cool against the burning skin of your inner legs, all while you squirmed under his touch - needing more, and yet not having your needs met.

‘yuma, please.’ a soft whine escaped your lips, hand reaching up to get the hair out of your face. he smiled, an innocent expression taunting you, almost comically contrasting his current actions.

‘hm?’ he hummed, one of his hands now loosening it’s grip, fingers tracing gentle patterns down your legs and up the inside of your thighs - eyes taking in the beautiful sight in front of him, hungry for another taste. ‘please, what, pretty?’

you murmured something so quietly yuma almost didn’t catch it - and yet by the way his lips curved up into a grin you knew that he definitely did. but an answer like that didn’t satisfy him.

‘i’m afraid i didn’t hear you.’ yuma’s words were laced with a hint of humour, thumb rubbing circles on your thigh, getting dangerously close to your clit every now and then. ‘could you repeat that, hm?

‘touch me.’ you mumbled, fighting your embarrassment as you felt heat rising up to your cheeks, the look on your face almost pleading for a release. ‘please. i need you, yuma.’

nakakita yuma may have been an absolute tease, but seeing the look on your face, eyes glistening with need, and hearing the slight desperation in your words? he just couldn’t help himself.

he took a second to get his hair out of his face before delving right back in, tongue working on your clit with the precision of someone who knew exactly what he was doing - a gasp escaping your lips at the sudden contact, a wave of pleasure coursing through your body.

you felt one of his hands leaving your thigh, slightly surprised at the sudden lack of contact. and yet it wasn’t long before you felt his hand on your body again - yuma repositioning himself slightly as he easily slid two of his fingers right between your folds, movements slow at first as he continued licking at your clit. you felt yourself clenching around his hand, the feeling almost too good to be true.

yuma hummed into your pussy as he felt your muscles tensing up and this time he didn’t stop - speeding his movements up instead, fingers now pumping in and out of you at a steady pace, tongue lapping up all the juices.

your moans got louder - the sound filling your bedroom along with the wet sounds from down between your legs. it wasn’t long before your orgasm hit: coming to you in a wave of pure pleasure and ecstasy, legs trembling as yuma drove you over the edge.

he pulled his fingers out of your cunt, still on his knees in front of you as he took them into his mouth and licked them clean. his eyes never left your frame as he watched you steady your breathing, trying to regain your composure after the wave of pleasure finally died down.

you looked down at him, eyes meeting his. then they trailed lower - to the very obvious bulge in his sweatpants, a bead of precum staining the grey material. yuma followed your gaze, chuckling to himself when he realized what you were looking at.

he slowly stood up from the floor, his cock now almost in front of your eyes, still fully clothed.

‘you think you’d have it in you for round two, pretty?’