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Lanney here but coming from my nsfw blog!!

Main blog

this blog is nsfw, I will definitely take requests and asks!

I mainly write for &team but am up to write for other groups such as Tomorrow x together, Stray kids, Xdinary heroes etc. I probably won't write for a group that I don't feel like I know well enough to write accurately

I haven't written much smut so please bare with me as I am starting out. I am open to writing most things but personally will not write incest, rape, scat, etc.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . About Me　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

MBTI: INFP

Bday: March 27th

Name: Laney (not my real name)

Pronouns: honestly wtv you want but i go mostly byshe/her

&team Bias line: EJ, Jo, (wrecker) nicholas <3

I like boys (˶' ꒳ '˶) sorry to disappoint you ladies (though I have 12 wives)

relationship status: singleeee

groups i stan: newjeans, &team, tomorrow x together, xikers, close your eyes, xdinary heroes, ampers&one, P1harmony, cortis, Nmixx, Illit, kiiikiii, enhypen, boynextdoor

multistan at heart im sorry

non-kpop: scrubb, four-mod, Claude debussy, Faye webster, Lizzy mcalpine, Keshi, the backseat lovers, dpr ian, wave to earth, whatmore, daniel caesar, lamp, etc.

I’ve been a kpop fan since like i want to say 2021 (my larping ass more like 2022). I’m still pretty much a baby in everything i stan because i stan SO MUCH and idrk how to put a lot of effort into getting to know things better

Soobin would much rather be playing another ten hour long sesh of League of Legends with Beomgyu right now, or curling up under his sheets and watching his comfort anime.

But... just his luck, that was not the case.

He didn't try to be smart, he just always ended up answering correctly. He wasn't really complaining, his grades were good enough for his parents to not pay much attention to him, though still told him to get off his ass and find a girlfriend.

Soobin didn't have time for girls, he was too busy trying to get to platinum before Beomgyu did.

Being smart and nerdy wasn't really much of an issue until it became one that very day, the day of his doom.

Yes, Soobin would choose his bed over any human interaction any day, so of course his world came crashing down when his teacher interrupted him mid shitty scribble of Sakuta Azusagawa in the margins of his work sheet and said that Mr.Jang, the principle, had asked for Soobin.

What the hell? How was that possible? Soobin hadn't seen the principle since freshman orientation.

He doesn't recall doing anything against the rules, that would be impossible, he only has four friends in this whole school and he hardly talks to them in person, let alone anyone else but his teachers, what could Soobin have possibly done?

Soobin bit his bottom lip, knee bouncing up in down as he sat in a chair outside of Mr.Jang's office. He's been waiting there for ten minutes now, backpack in his lap.

He kept fiddling with the zipper of the blue book bag, contemplating pulling out the manga he kept inside for when he was bored.

Right before he caved in and pulled the manga out, the door to Mr.Jang's office opened.

Soobin flinched, full on jumped a little out of his seat at the sudden noise and call of his name.

"Mr.Choi Soobin?" The old man asked, looking around before locking eyes onto the poor teen. "Come on in."

He was vibrating to say the least, the key chain hanging from his bag jingling around with how much he was shaking as he stepped into the office.

Is was what you expected a principles office to look like, beige, not very lively, a fake plant in the corner and a plaque on the desk, filing cabinet, and two chairs in front of the desk, yet only one of them was empty.

Soobin almost froze in his step. It was her.

He could recognize the back of your head instantly, of course he could, he's been sitting behind you for pretty much the whole school year. Sleek hair, just about shoulder length.

He always wondered what it felt like, if your hair was as soft as he had imagined so many times while softly moaning into his pillow, fingers wrapped tight around his leaking dick, bucking shamefully into his hand, imagining it was your pretty fingers squeezing him painfully tight, whispering softly into his ear about how disgusting he was.

A guilty shiver ran down his spine as Mr.Kang pointed to the chair beside you.

Soobin's never talked to you before, or looked at you square in the face for more than ten seconds, but now he was here sitting next to you.

It gave him this weird stir of shame in his lower gut. You were who he jerked off thinking about when he was horny, would be in his dreams calling him nasty things, pulling his hair, doing wonders to his hentai poisoned virgin mind.

You're pathetic, he thought, it made him squeeze his thighs together, what a great time to get hard.

"Mr.Choi, Ms.Ln." The principle spoke up once he had taken his seat, clearing his throat.

Soobin swallowed the lump that was forming in the back of his mouth, squirming a little under Mr.Kang's gaze.

"You must be wondering why I have called you in here, Mr.Choi." The older man stated, propping his elbow on his desk.

Soobin nodded, sparing you a glance, it was a bad idea, his uniform getting tighter around his crotch.

He managed to choke out a soft, "I am.. sir."

"As you know well, you're a top student here at Sangnok High School." Mr.Kang stated, interlocking his hands before continuing. "Given your high academic accomplishments the student faculty and I have decided you would be the best fit for helping tutor Ms.Ln."

Soobin felt like the whole sky was crashing down. He couldn't have heard that correctly.

"Now, I understand you have a personal life and aren't the most social but the faculty, Ms.Ln and her family, and I would appreciate the help. Isn't that right, Ms.Ln?"

You gave a soft shrug. "Sure, hugeeee help."

So you didn't want this either?

The principle sighed, turning back to look at Soobin, who looked like a kicked puppy. "Of course, you may decline this offer but, I think it will benefit you both. Ms.Ln knows well that if she doesn't past the upcoming finals she won't be able to graduate."

Soobin locked eyes with Mr.Kang for a long moment, the air felt crisp and dangerous, especially with Soobin's growing boner and the girl of his dreams next to him. His lunch suddenly felt like it wanted to leave his stomach.

Without giving much thought soobin nodded, gripping his backpack like a lifeline. "I'll- I'll do it."

"Good."

He shouldn't have said that.

Soobin looked over at you again, you looked mildly disinterested, staring at the very obvious seam of Mr.Kang's toupee. God, were you perfect.

Wait- he can't think about this right now.

He rubbed his thighs together again, holding back a pathetic whimper as he gripped his backpack closer to his lap, making sure no one saw his rock hard boner that he would have to deal with painfully in the bathroom later.

"Now, you two can work out the details. I have high expectations for the both of you. Get back to class now." Mr.Kang said, getting up from his chair to open the door for the two.

Soobin stood up too quickly, almost knocking down the chair. He let out a nervous laugh when he looked over and you were already looking at him stumbling around, keeping his book bag in front of him like a shield.

For a second he swore you looked him up and down, then stared at his backpack covered crotch for longer than a normal person would before walking away.

He shivered, man did he want you to spit into his mouth-

Wait, he needed to catch up to you. He turned on his heal, heading for the door after you.

Mr.Kang gave Soobin a pat on the back as he walked past, making the younger flinch a little.

"Don't disappoint me, Soobin."

Choi Soobin was fucked.

The directness of it felt like a personal blow. Did everyone have such low faith in him?

Soobin gave a sheepish bow of his head, following after you like some lost puppy.

"W-wait up!" He called out as you rounded the corner. Fuck, it was hard to run with painfully hard boner. "Yn-"

As he caught up, turning the corner he almost rammed right into you, not expecting you to be stopped right there.

"Why'd the shit did you say yes?" You asked, voice rough and arms crossed.

The way you glared up at him made him twitch in his pants, he was truly helpless. You made him feel small in away that made him feel like he was a rabbit in heat.

He stammered a little bit, trying to regain his footing. "It just- it- it just- it came out.."

"Stop stuttering."

Soobin immediately shut his mouth.

You sighed, looking somewhere else in the hallway before back at him.

Your eyes were so pretty, almost as pretty as they did when he imagined you staring up at him as he fucked your face, spit dripping down your chin as his hands pulled at your hair, urging you don't bite down harder, rougher, to choke on him.

At this point he thought his balls were going to explode. "Sorry..."

"Your in the class group chat right? I'll text you my address later, come tomorrow night or whatever. And don't think I'm going to be an easy student." You said sternly, looking up at his blushing cheeks.

He nodded quickly, grip tightening around his backpack.

You turned, the wind off it making your skirt blow up a bit, him getting a clear snapshot of your panties that came just as quick as they left.

Choi Soobin was fucked.

If he didn't have the orgasm of a lifetime in the next ten minutes, so was his family line.

To say Jo was driving you crazy was quite the understatement.

Yuma was no help. Every time you vented to him he would just laugh and say "Just grab him and have your way with him". Like that was the way to approach the dying feeling in your chest every time Jo smiled in your proximity, every day, month, year, that went by with you just wanting to tell him how you feel.

Yet you couldn't.

Jo is precious to you. You wouldn't risk that closeness.

The teetering tension between you two would just have to stay on the edge of the cliff for just a little longer. At least that's what you were settling for.

Until the grin on Yuma's face spread as he looked at Taki than back at you as the hangout had come to an end.

You immediately shook your head as Yuma stood up, B-lining for Jo. You never should have told him or any of your other friends about your little crush that was brewing on Jo (you've been madly in love with him for two years).

But, nonetheless, here you are, arm brushing his every now and then as you walked side by side, everyone else already having a spontaneous thing they have to get home too or whatever other excuses they all agreed to in a group chat titled "matchmakers" you definitely didn't see on Fuma's phone five hangouts ago, your whole friend group in the chat minus you and... of course, Jo.

Jo looked good. Simple, yet good. Always. He did always. His hoodie hanging off his shoulders in a way that made him look bigger than he really was under all that height, bone, and rice bloated belly you knew was hiding under there. His hands buried deep in his pockets to hide his fidgeting.

It was quiet between you two. The silence made you think

He smelled good, a faint musk of vanilla and something masculine like Sandalwood or Bergamot, a similar smell to a cologne K after wears.

Somewhere in between making awkward eye contact before crossing the street and jumping over a puddle in the sidewalk you managed to end up right out front of your apartment. Only then did you realize you had been zoned out the whole time, following Jo.

How'd he know how to get to your place from the restaurant? You fumbled with your keys before looking over at him, mouth half open to say something but you held your tongue when you locked eyes.

It's been years, why do you still get choked up? "Goodnight, Jo." You eventually whispered, hand stiffening on the handle.

He looked a bit bewildered, like he was caught off guard that your time together already ended and he didn't even get to say anything yet.

Jo nodded, a soft hum, quiet and carried away by the wind. "Goodnight." You gave a small smile before stepping inside, shutting the door behind you and immediately letting out the breath you didn't know you were holding.

Pressing your back against the door your hand found your chest, trying to catch your breath, even though the stairs to your door weren't even that many.

With a sigh, you cleared your throat and sat up straight, kicking off your sneakers and heading to the kitchen, desperately needing water.

"Wait- shit..." You muttered.

You forgot to pick up your mail and you're already late on bills. Rubbing a hand over your face you head back to your front door, shoving your feet back into your shoes with a groan and shrugging the door open.

"You-"

"Jo?" You muttered, confused at why the boy was still standing outside your door.

He looked a bit startled, his hair tousled like he had been pacing for the past two minutes. "It's not what it looks like." He defended.

"Why're you here?" You ask, foot still halfway out of the door.

Jo blushed, big ears turning a soft pink shade. "I- uh- why're you here?" "It's my apartment, Jo."

His mouth formed an 'O', like he had forgotten that fact in the mist of his embarrassment.

"Jo...?" You repeated, not quite sure why both of you were still standing there.

The look on his face was hesitant before it brewed into something closer to prepared regret as he stepped forward, like he was actually going to do something, like he was going to break the tension.

Right before you thought you would be met with the worst kiss ever (knowing Jo is highly inexperienced and too shy to really put energy into it) that would be the best thing ever because hell, it's Jo, kissing you, you, he paused.

An inch away, just before your noses bumped into each other he paused, full on halted, you could practically taste his breath.

"Why'd you hesitate?" You asked after a moment of him just staring down at your lips, contemplating the meaning of inching forward and finally sealing the bridge between you.

He closed his eyes, hand finding your cheek. "I'm scared."

That was all he whispered before you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down, meeting him halfway in the worst best first kiss you've ever had.

Your noses bonked, he let out a yelp of surprise but you kept him close, in the moment, nails digging into the back of his neck to ground him, a plea for him to just focus, focus on you.

His lips were soft, warm, hands big and shaking when they found your waist, tentatively pulling you closer as you bumped your teeth with his.

"Relax.." You whispered against his lips, pressing a peck as you pulled him as you backed up into your apartment, hand sliding to his chin to pry his mouth open a bit. "Open a little, it's less painful."

He nodded, still not looking you in the eyes, staring daggers at your lips in a shy way that could only translate from jo body language to hungry.

You shivered a bit as he leaned back down, God did he make you nervous.

The kiss this time was better, less hesitant, deeper as Jo pried one hand off your waist to click the door shut behind him, kicking over his shoes with a clumsy shuffle as he tried to stay focused on you. Your warmth under his hands, the softness of your lips scraping against his as he kept his mouth open a bit more like you instructed.

"ah-" you let out a soft whimper when he accidentally bit down on your lip.

He pulled away. "I'm sorry!" He said all too quickly, hands finding you cheeks to make sure you were okay.

You chucked, "Jo..." you placed your hands over his, slowly pulling them to place them back on your waist. "I liked it." He shivered.

"I.. like you." You continued, hand finding the back of his head, fingers curling into the roots and giving a light tug.

"I like you too..." Jo whispered, like he wasn't allowed to speak in your presences, at least not like this, his hands on you, your lips glossy with his spit, your hand in his hair tugging on him like you want him as much as he wants you.

You peered up at him as his eyes tracked your face, God you loved this look on him. "Kiss me?" "Yes ma'am." He said all too urgely, practically flying down to press his pretty lips to yours.

You were enjoying this too much, fingers carding through his hair, giving the occasional tug which he would reply with lewd noises as he backed you up til your knees buckled at the edge of your bed.

He hovered over you, just looking down at you, your hair splayed out on your comforter, one of your wrists pinned up by your head by his big hand, long fingers curling around your wrist.

"I really-" He paused, again. This was getting annoying.

"Speak up." You urged, scooting up the bed a little.

Jo pressed his lips into a firm line, sitting up on the edge of the bed. "How far are we taking this cause I've never-"

"Joseph." "What?" He blinked.

You sighed, unbuttoning the first two buttons of your top. "I want you."

You might have broken him with the way he frozen, ears beat red, eyes tracking your hands every movement as you kept unbuttoning the blouse lower.

"What're you-" He stuttered, feeling like he shouldn't be seeing this much skin.

"I'll take as much as you give me." You clarified, teasingly slipping on shoulder of the top off.

Jo swallowed.

You shrugged off the other shoulder, blouse hanging off your elbows now.

"this is illegal..." He murmured, covering his eyes.

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh as you reached over, hand finding one of his wrists and bringing his hand dangerously close to your chest.

He blushed impossibly harder, his pants feeling tighter than normal around his hips. "What're you doing..?" "Relax." You whispered, pressing a kiss to his palm before nuzzling your cheek into his warm skin, pulling his hand lower and lower, against your neck, shoulder, collarbone, then just over the mound of your breasts.

You could feel his heart beat in his wrist jump at the warm brush of your chest against his hand, he kept his eyes squeezed shut, for a good two minutes of his hand laying over your bra.

Jo peaked his eyes open, hesitant to look. He held his breath, fingers twitching when he saw his own hand pressed so nicely against such an intimate part of you.

You smiled, gently letting go of his wrist, "I trust you, okay?" He nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat before inching just a bit closer, knee bonking yours as he moved his hand up, finger sliding under your bra strap, gently pushing it down your shoulder with a hitched breath and trembling fingers.

Jo eye's flicked up to yours, a quick check that this was still okay as his hand made a slow track to your other shoulder, you peering back at him to gauge his reaction.

You swallowed the nervous lump in your throat as he pulled down your other strap, finger tips grazing over your skin as he pushed your bra down all the way, and he trembled just a little more.

"You-... I'm sorry." He stuttered, he wanted to tell you that you were beautiful but he didn't know if he could manage the words out without sounding like a fool. "perfect, you're perfect."

His voice shook as he spook, leaning his head into the crook of your neck.

You smiled, wrapping your arms around his back as his chest pressed against yours, his hands snaking behind your back to un-clip your bra, leaning back to peel it off of you gently, setting to down of the floor along with your blouse carefully.

Jo stared down at you for a long moment before back at your eyes, almost looking guilty.

You cupped his cheek, pulling him in for a soft kiss. "it's okay."

"I know.." He muttered, finger tips grazing your skin, tracing right above your breasts, building up the courage for more bold moves.

"you too?" You asked, tugging on the hem of his hoodie. He blushed, forgetting he had to undress to.

He stammered for a moment before fumbling with the hem and pulling it over his head, blush running down his neck as he sat there topless just like you, looking away.

"Hey, don't look away." You whispered, pressing soft kisses on his cheek, trailing down his neck.

Jo looked back, eyebrows knit together. "not what you wanted?" He asked softly.

You immediately shook your head. Sure he wasn't the most muscular, bulky guy out there, but he was jo, and jo was for you, and jo was perfect, especially in all the spots his bones poked out of his skin a bit, or his flecks of dark moles along his shoulders and chest, and is puffy belly because he ate too much rice earlier.

"You're all I wanted." You whisper, almost shy of the answer as you press lazy kisses into his simmering skin, down his sharp jaw to the column of his throat.

He shivered again, tilting his head to give you more access, hands finding your sides, his nails scraping into your skin as soft, pretty, lewd mulls flew from his lips.

As you worked your way down his neck, pushing him down, he let you, pulling you closer and closer til your bare chests were touching, leaning into each other with your head in his neck.

You nibbled on the base of his neck.

He let out a whimper, hand curling into your side to ground himself.

"shh..." You whispered as he pressed closer, pushing you down to lay back against the pillows as he returned your trailing kisses. A slow and shy worship of your skin, warm hands kneading your sides in a desperate attempt to calm down and focus, not get too ahead of himself.

With a step of boldness his lips trailed lower, down your collarbone and between your breasts.

You could feel his breath hitch as kissed along your boobs, fingers digging into the sheets below.

Your hand found his ears, giving them a slight tug. "Jo." "Hmm?" He murmured, eyes still locked onto your chest despite being pulled away, he looked dazed.

"You're hard." Jo blinked, before he realized what you said was in fact true. With a blush he turned away, letting go of you to cover his lap. "I- I'm sorry- I just-" "Why are you apologizing?" You whispered back, taking hold of one of his hands interlocking your fingers. "It's fine... I'm glad you're enjoying it." He swallowed the lump in his throat, looking up at you sheepishly, a bashful smile on his beautiful face.

"Now can you stop hesitating and get over here?" You pulled him back down on top of you, him meeting you half way in a searing kiss.

Finally, finally, Jo was being bold, hands slipping under your thighs to bring them around his waist as his tongue wrapped around yours, choked noises rumbling deep in his throat as your hands slipped lower down his torso.

You grinned at the spit running down his chin when he pulled away, attaching his lips to your jaw, placing wet, open mouth kisses down your neck.

Jo let out a mull when one of your hands tugged his ear again, pushing his head lower as your other hand thumbed the waist band of his pants.

He stilled, mid suck to your neck.

"What're you-"

" 'want it.." You whispered in his ear as you slipped your hand past the waist band, brushing against the bulge he was trying to hide two minutes ago.

He flushed so hard you thought he'd die, his mouth hung open the second gave a good rub to his core.

"n-no-" he stuttered, hiding in your neck. "Shit..."

"what?" You whispered back, giving him another teasing tug.

Jo let out a whine, trying to bury himself deeper into your shoulder, "I'm close.."

You smiled softly, rubbing soft circles with your thumb against the wet spot on his boxers. "Already?"

"never done this before.." He murmured into your ear, hips jerking into your hand unconsciously.

You hummed, other hand tangling in his hair as you rubbed him with a firmer press.

Jo choked out a moan, mouth hung open on your shoulder, arms wrapping around you like he needed the comfort.

"does it feel good?"

He nodded immediately, babbling something under his breath.

"speak up.." You hummed into his hair, pressing a kiss to his temple.

He mulled, shivering against you as you kept rubbing him through his boxers. "close.."

"It's okay, jojo."

He whined at that, wrapping his lanky arms tighter around you, trying to keep you as close as possible like you could shield him from his own embarrassment and the overwhelming feeling of his lower stomach tightening and bubbling with a warmth he only got when you looked too good at hangouts with all the guys.

Your hand sped up, rubbing and rubbing, tugging against his warm dick from under his underwear.

Jo moaned, back arching into you a bit as he tried to resist the heat in his core. "Shit-"

He murmured your name, nails scratching into your back as he bucked back against your hand, eyes shut tight as he let out a final whine of ecstasy, vibrating with the high.

You could feel the dampness pool against your hand, sticky and warm as you rubbed up and down to ride out his high.

Jo shivered, catching his breath as he bucked against your hand a few more times as his high came down.

"I'm sorry.." He whispered once you both stilled.

"Why?"

"I didn't do it right." He frowned, still hiding in your shoulder as you slipped your hand out of his pants.

You shook your head, brushing some hair out of his face when he finally pulled away. "what? Don't say that. I liked it."

"but... I didn't get to make you feel good."

"Next time, jo."

His eyes doubled in size. Next time?

"...what?" Jo asked softly, hands fidgeting now.

You chuckled, cupping his cheek. "You're stuck with me, now."

He nodded, processing everything that happened. "Are you my girlfriend?" "Do you want me to be?"

Jo nodded with a sheepish grin, blushing at how good 'my girlfriend' sounded to him.

"Girlfriend..." He repeated before resting his head back on your shoulder. "I like that."

"You're tickling me..." You yawned, nudging his arm with your foot, Yuma hands still rubbing lazy circles into the bottoms of your feet, sore from the party.

He shrugged, still staring blankly at a spot on your apartment wall. "I told you to bring another pair of shoes." "Whatever." You let out a huff through your noise, nudging his arm again, wanting him to look at you. "Thank you for letting me wear your shoes, yu."

Yuma just hummed, rough sound deep from his throat after a long night of talking over music at Nicho's party. You sat up, slight frown on your lips as your clothes dug into your side. He was tired, you knew, could see it in his eyes. Well, you would if he would look at you. As soon as he dropped you off and you begged him to come in, colliding with the couch, you both got into a comfortable spot, just sitting and enjoying the silence, your legs tossed over his thighs.

"Hm. What's up with you?" You eventually asked, propping your chin on his shoulder. "What do you mean?" Furrowing your brows, you patted his chest at his soft whisper. "What do you want?" Yet Yuma still had his eyes locked onto the wall, like it was the most interesting thing in the world. It's not like you dragged him in here on purpose, or that you specifically wore the color he said looked best on you, a deep red that "complimented your eyes, which complimented your hair, which complimented your collarbone, which complimented your skin, and the mole on your neck" he said once. But it certainly wasn't like there was a heat in the lower half of your stomach that was practically screaming for his attention. Was he doing this on purpose?

"Just tired." He lied.

You titled his chin towards you, a gentle nudge of your fingers and his eyes were sharp and cold.

"Dammit, Yuma." You warned, lifting your head off of his shoulder and replacing it with a scrape of your nails against his neck. He huffed, trying to look away but you kept him looking at you. "You look good."

"that's an issue?" "Yeah." Yuma said simply. Was he pouting? "It's an issue because everyone else there can see how good you look too..." He trailed off.

Your mouth formed an 'O' shape, nodding as a grin spread on your lips. "You're jealous." "No." Yuma shook his head.

"Yeah, you are." His denial fed your ego even more, hand slipping fully down to the base of his neck. "Oh come on, everyone knows not to mess with me." "They better not." He scowled, tilting his head back a bit out of habit as your hand tightened ever so softly around his throat, a groan falling from his lips, barely audible. "You're mine." At that you squeezed a little tighter. His eyes shut tight, lips falling open just a bit.

"Look at me?" You asked softly, letting go of his neck after a moment. Yuma blinked his open, he had no shame in showing how much he liked your hand wrapped around his neck. He hummed in response, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the edge of your lips, teasing. You smiled, chasing after him when he pulled away for a soft whine. He smirked, hand slipping into your hair. "Needy?" "Your fault." You retorted, scooting a bit closer, knees bumping against his leg.

Yuma pulled you down, meeting you half way in a kiss that was too soft for the tension growing between you. "Yu." You whined when he kept you from deepening the kiss. That damn smirk landed him a slap to the chest, pushing him back against the arm rest. "Woah there-" "fuck you." You whispered, climbing onto his lap. "What'd I do?" Yuma tilted his head, hands finding purchase on your hips, purposefully pulling you closer to rub right over his core. You gave him a look, which he gave grin back, one hand sliding back to give your ass a playful squeeze.

"C'mere, babe." He whispered.

You didn't want to immediately give in, because that would be giving up and giving into his already inflated ego, making this whole situation far more frustrating than it already was. You weren't much for patience when he looked that good, yet wasn't looking at you.

After weighing the options, realizing Yuma being a bratty bastard was all apart of the appeal and you really did secretly like his cocky smiles and degrading moans that he would whisper into your ear when he fucked up into you, you decided you could suck it up later and fall into him, drown in him. So here you were, kissing him sloppy on your couch, the faint taste of cheap rum on his tongue as you fought him for dominance (he quickly won). Cheater, you thought when he rolled his hips up against yours just to catch you off guard. But honestly, who could care, Nakakita Yuma is bellow you, letting out the prettiest grunts and whines when you bite down on his pretty pink lips. His kisses slowed, a bit of drool pulling down his chin as he kissed down the line of your jaw, hands digging into your ass as he pulled you closer, growing harder by the second at every mule you let out, every quiet, almost embarrassed, whined out "yuma" that fell from your pretty lips.

Your breath hitched as he nibbled just behind your jaw, his hum of content vibrating through your whole body. "Hmm, you sound good," He bucked up against you, mouth falling open against your throat as his movement ended up effecting him more than he was prepared for. "shit... can we burn men?" "Why's that?" You asked, unbuttoning your shirt as his hands rubbed up and down your sides, hips circling against yours.

Yuma was quiet for a moment, breath warm against the crook of your neck, you could practically feel his eyes boring holes into your cleavage as you kept working on the stubborn buttons. "Men are too horny, I want you all to myself." "You don't need to worry 'bout that, Yuma.." You murmured as he pushed the fabric off of on of your shoulders, peppering kisses down your burning skin, leaving soft nips and bites against your skin, trailing red down your chest. For a moment you thought he'd never stop this moment of worshiping your skin before he moaned against your chest, teeth coming down around your skin as he pulled you closer and closer, bucking up into you like he would die without it. "Fuck..." was all he managed to get out. Your mouth fell open at the sudden sting. "Yuma!" you yelped, though his done this about a hundred other times, even in normal settings like going shopping or playing uno at Maki and Harua's place, and even before you two got together, he was always biting, nipping, brushing against you.

You didn't know if it was a turn off or a turn on, because every time that bares his teeth into your shoulder when you're not in bed, it brings you right back to his pretty moans and the frustrated look he gets when he's enjoying it too much that it could be deemed as pathetic.

One of his hands find your hair pulling you down into another sloppy kiss, all teeth and spit as his other hand teased up under your half open shirt.

Your own hand found the zipper of his low rise jeans, you swore the sound he let out was only one he could make when being hit by the brick wall high of an orgasm.

That heat grew almost painful as you tried to pry his pants open, pulling away from his lips to try your best but he grabbed your wrist.

"Forget it- need you." Shit that was hot.

You let out a yelp as he slammed you back into the couch, crawling on top of you, attacking your neck in sloppy kisses, hand hooking under your thigh to pull your hips just right against his. Yuma scrunched up his nose, pulling back to look at his masterpiece on your neck, though the look on your face was even better as you rubbed hopelessly up against him, the bulge in his jeans scraping you just right.

You let out a whine, turning to look elsewhere as it felt oh so good and with Yuma, you knew it was better than to let him see the pathetic look on your face.

"Baby..." He moaned, hips jerking as he bucked faster against you. You covered your mouth as the heat became unbearable. Yuma didn't like that to say the least, nails digging into your wrist as he pulled it back, a growl growing in the back of his throat. "Don't hide from me." You shook your head, breath hitching as he started bucking against a particularly good spot. You bit your lip so hard you're sure it's bleeding a little. "Yu-" you choked out, mulling as he kept going. You could tell he was just as close as was.

He looked utterly beautiful, wrecked, frustrated. Probably leftover jealousy mixed with that he always got when he wanted you closer than what was physically possible. He wanted to bury himself into your skin, what a cat.

You closed your eyes, tight, still seeing stars as your body clenched around nothing, the heat finally exploding throughout you and leaving you in a damp puddle underneath him.

Yuma whined, hips stuttering as his head fell into shoulder, both hands gripping your hips to pull them up against his as he grinded and grinded. "Fuck-" he stuttered, slowing, as his own damp core rubbed against yours lazily. He laughed after a moment. "God, I love you."

You smiled, everything still felt a little hazy as you came down from the high, hands rubbing his shoulders softly. "Love you too..." You whispered.

"That good, huh?" He whispered back, titling your chin up to kiss you softly.

You nodded after a minute, pulling him down into an embrace. "Your best yet." "Huh, I thought you said the hot tub was the most impressive." Yuma teased, gladly hugging you back.