☾ ⋆➜ Snuggled between Ryland's legs and he's careening his head onto your shoulder, looking down at what you're doing and making small comments, jokes or teases. His hot breath is against the your neck.
☾ ⋆➜ Perched in Holland's lap and he's got his arm wrapped around your waist. He's got a cigarette in his mouth, keeps him from kissing your neck 24/7. Not his fault you take it away from him and dive for a hungry kiss.
☾ ⋆➜ Sitting next to Lars at church and your thighs are kissing from your proximity. His eyes keep looking at your hand in your lap, his fingers twitching. He wants nothing more than to grab, but he's not sure how.
☾ ⋆➜ Sitting in the bed of Colt's truck, looking out at the desert night sky. Your legs are tangled under a thin blanket, all that's really needed as you're curled next to him as he boasts about the stunt he nailed today.
☾ ⋆➜ Straddling Driver in his car after climbing over the middle console. Your back is digging into the steering wheel, his gloved hands under your shirt and pressing into your skin so heatedly, like you're all he needs.
☾ ⋆➜ The neon signs of the city bleed into the slick pavement. K's not holding you, but his presense is solid beside you until he shifts to reach out, catching a raindrop on his fingertip as it trailed down your cheek, fingers trembling.
☾ ⋆➜ Court's body is a tense line of muscles sheilding you from the dangers of the outside world. One hand is braced beside your head while the other is on your hip, a silent, grounding pressure in the suffocating quiet.
☾ ⋆➜ Sitting on a porch swing with Noah as the twilight settles, the humid air thick with the scent of foliage. His arm is draped along the back of the swing, fingers just barely grazing your shoulder, a teasing invitation.
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pairing: ot9 x reader
tags/warnings: just fluff, bf!teamies, slightly suggestive at yuma and harua
wc: about 150-200 each member
# K
definitely loves to hug you from behind. he will burrow his face in your hair and wrap his arms around your waist, his chest firmly pressed against your back. will probably talk to you about his day in that position, his voice soft and low against your ear slowly making you sleepy. i feel like he moves a lot during the night tho, so it's not surprising to find him in a messy position in the morning; half of his body hanging off the bed, blanket all tangled up around him and hair sticking in all directions. just the cutest sight ever.
he likes to cuddle and kiss a lot in the morning before getting off the bed. if he wakes up earlier than you, he will end up accidentally waking you up from kissing your face too much.
# Fuma
wears the cutest pokemon pjm sets and buys one for you too so you can match with him. he will sleep on his back, one arm holding you on his side and against his chest (just imagine those strong muscles around you, oh god😵) still, he feels warm and soft. you will feel so safe in his arms fr.
wakes up early in the morning, like REALLY early. he makes sure to tuck you in under the blanket and leave a kiss on your forehead before leaving the room to go do some chores. will come back hours later and take you into his arms, softly caressing your hair until you wake up naturally. he will greet you with the softest "good morning" and a very sweet kiss.
# Nicholas
clingy asf. he sleeps shirtless, so he will use you as a warmth source. the moment you get in bed, his leg is throw over you, arms around your waist like a big teddy bear. he likes to nuzzle his face on your shoulder and leave little kisses on the skin there. also loves to receive love from you; soft caresses on his arm or small forehead kisses will help him relax and fall asleep faster <3
WON'T wake up in the morning. likes to sleep until late. it's usual for you to find him all curlep up against you, lips slightly parted as he breathes out softly. if you try to wake him up, he will only hold you closer until he decides it's time to start the day.
plus: i think he also likes to be the little spoon, especially when he's too tired or stressed. will even let you play with his hair if he really needs the comfort :(
# Euijoo
i feel like he's not really into cuddling a lot for some reason.. still, he won't deny you if you really want to hug him. he will wrap his arms around you, his grip very gentle, and rub your back to help you get sleepy. also loves to hold your hand, leave kisses on it and nuzzle his nose against your knuckles. i can see him humming some song into your ear just because he knows his voice will help you relax.
sometimes he wakes up before you. when he does, he likes to run his fingers through your hair and just watch you sleep, because he thinks you look so pretty and cute like that. he will be sooo careful with his movements tho in order not to wake you up. the first thing you will see when you finally open your eyes is his pretty perfect smile and slightly blushed cheeks. he's just the biggest sweetheart i swear.
# Yuma
you will be envolved in his arms as soon as you get in bed with him. i swear, that man WON'T let go of you. he's just so cat lol. he's another one who sleeps shirtless so you'll basically be squished against his chest. he can be a little freaky devil so he might slide his hand under your shirt and purposely make you shiver when caressing your skin with his fingertips. i feel like he will also slide his hand under your panties saying "it's just too warm" LOL.
will throw a tantrum if you try to wake him up, turning around and hiding under the blankets like a little kid. he will pout and try to give you the puppy eyes just so you stay with him a little bit more. and ofc you'll find yourself falling for it, who wouldn't?
# Jo
oh he's so lovely and soft. he likes to have your head on his chest as you two watch a movie on his laptop before sleeping. when he notices you've fallen asleep, he will carefully craddle you in his arms and put the blanket around you. he will wrap his arm around your shoulders, hide his face on your hair and just breathe in your scent. he will give you so many kisses while you sleep, since he won't feel as shy as when you're awake.
mornings with him are so quiet. he always whispers "morning..." (with that slightly raspy, deep voice), before kissing your cheek and bringing you in for a hug and some cuddles. he stays in bed for a while, silently scrolling on his phone while playing with your hair with his other hand. if you fall asleep again, sometimes he will join too. he just loves feeling you close.
# Taki
so clingy in a playful way. he will trap you in his arms and shower your face and neck with kisses, all while giggling like crazy. once he starts feeling sleepy tho, he lets his head fall on your chest, a silent request for head pats. he loves feeling your touch against his cheeks or through his hair, it makes him feel so safe. if one day you're feeling down or just need some extra love, he will give you EVERYTHING. hugs, kisses, reassuring... he will even share some snacks with you and listen to whatever you wanna talk about before sleeping. he won't let you go to bed feeling sad. never.
he's actually really responsible and wakes up quite early. he will give you the biggest smile and hug in the morning, just to make sure you start the day with a smile. will cook breakfast for you, just to have the excuse to steal kisses from you at every bite you take.
# Harua
loves to hug something (you) in bed. you two will lay on your sides so you can look at each other's faces while cuddling. he loves talking with you in the darkness of the night. also kisses a lot, giggles everytime he accidentally kisses the tip of your nose instead of your lips. a lot of skinship is also involved; his hands roaming along your hips, thighs, waist... but always in the sweetest, most intimate way.
a bit difficult to wake up, he needs some time to shake off sleep. will burrow himself in your neck to hide from the morning sunlight and will probably end up falling asleep again. or if he wakes up in another mood, will start kissing you there instead, press closer against you until you get the message of what he wants. will do it under the blankets for sure.
# Maki
he doesn't really care how you two sleep, but you mostly end up with your head resting on his arm (biceps🤤). one of his hands will rest in the back of your head or your nape, just so he can push you closer and kiss you whenever he wants. he likes to feel your arm around his torso and interwine your legs together.
loves when you try to wake him up with little kisses. he fakes being asleep until he can't hold in his smile anymore and ends up dragging you back into his arms to shower you with kisses instead. he stretches out so big he almost throws you off the bed everytime, only to giggle and give you the most attractive "good morning, love..." with a little accent. loves to stay in bed with you so much he will usually run late to his schedules.
in which your boyfriend doesn't care how long you spent on your lip combo ♡ requested by @elisa21sstuff—i ended up making it more suggestive more than smutty, hope that's okay with you and you like it!!
yudai
your boyfriend stops dead in his tracks when he walks into your shared bedroom and sees you. you’re standing in front of the mirror, debating between two necklaces to go with your outfit for tonight’s date. he’s taking you to an upscale restaurant and you want to look your best.
you side-eye him but say nothing as he makes his slow way over to you, a smirk on his lips. he wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on top of your head, making your bodies sway lightly from side to side. “you look beautiful,” he says, meeting your eyes in the mirror. “and all mine.”
you try your best not to look visibly flustered. three years in, and he still makes butterflies erupt in your stomach with just a few words. “thanks, baby. help me choose my necklace?”
“sure. turn around for me.”
from the upward curve of his lips and the glint in his eyes, you should’ve seen it coming—but still, he manages to take you by surprise as you turn around to face him and are instantly met with his lips to yours.
“yudai!” you say, trying to sound chiding only laughing. “i spent so long on my lip combo,” you whine, turning back around to check your makeup in the mirror. you’re good to do your lips all over.
“sorry, baby.” he doesn’t sound sorry at all. “you just looked too good, couldn’t help myself. here,” he says, reaching with a thumb, presumably to wipe your smudged lipstick—only to press his lips to yours once more.
fuma
you’re finishing up your makeup in front of the bathroom mirror when your boyfriend walks in. he seems only to be here to fetch something—but when he sees you, he changes his plans, coming up stand behind you instead, hands firm on your hips as he starts to press kisses to the side of your neck. you sigh, half letting yourself melt into his touch, half aware you have plans you’re going to be late for if you let him have his way.
“what did i do to deserve you, hm? i must’ve saved the country in a past life,” he hums against your skin.
“don’t distract me, fuma. i need to do my lip combo.”
“hm? i’m not doing anything,” he says, pressing himself closer to you, arms coming to wrap around your waist.
you swear you feel something hard against your lower back. “fuma,” you say, your tone a warning—as much for him as for you.
“what can i do when my baby looks this good?”
“you can keep it in your pants,” you bite back, making him laugh.
you manage to ignore him until you’ve applied your lip gloss. you pop your lips, proud of your work, then turn around. “okay, i’m ready to—” you’re cut off by your boyfriend’s mouth on yours.
you’re just a girl—when fuma’s lips move against yours like this, so messy and desperate like he couldn’t wait a second longer, your lower back pressed against the sink, you can’t help but kiss him back.
“we’re gonna be late,” you mutter weakly.
“they can wait,” he says, pulling you into another kiss.
nicholas
“all this? for a girl’s night?” your boyfriend asks, sitting up on your shared bed.
“yes, nicho, all this.” you ignore his pouting—you’ve had this conversation countless times already.
putting his phone down on the pillow next to him with more force than needed, he crawls over to you, sitting at the edge of the bed and staring at your reflection in the mirror. “what do you need to look so good for?”
“it makes me feel confident. we’ve been over this.”
“you’d make a trash bag look sexy, baby.”
you sigh, picking up your lipstick. “that’s nice of you to say, angel. but i’m not wearing a trash bag to the club.”
with a discontented sigh, he gets up from the bed and wraps his arm around your neck from behind your, letting his forehead rest on your shoulder. that’s nicholas for you—always needy when it’s least convenient for you. “careful, baby,” you say gently. “i’m doing my lipstick.”
“i hate knowing other guys are going to see you like this.”
“who cares about other guys when it’s you i’m coming home to,” you say, probably word for word from the last time you went out without him. you’re coming off annoyed, but really, you love seeing him like this.
“i’m gonna miss you tonight,” he says, kissing your bare shoulder. it makes you shiver—he smirks at you in the mirror, fully aware of what he’s doing.
“i thought euijoo was coming over?” you ask, trying to keep your tone steady as your boyfriend kisses up your neck.
he hums. “still gonna miss you.”
then, without warning, he presses his lips to yours. “nicho!” you exclaim, leaning back. his grin is wicked as you check your reflection. “i’m gonna have to do my lip combo all over again.”
“fix it, baby. i’ll mess it up again.”
euijoo
you’re leaning toward the mirror, lips parted in concentration as you finish your makeup. euijoo has been watching from the doorway for a small while, arms crossed over his chest, a small, adoring smile on his lips. “you almost ready to go, baby?” he asks softly.
you nod. “yeah, just a minute.” you’re meeting his parents for the first time tonight at a fancy restaurant, and you want to make the best first impression possible. you’ve put it in your mind that your makeup needs to be perfect to do that. “do i look okay?” you ask, smoothing out your dress anxiously.
in a few steps, euijoo has crossed the distance between you, and plants himself behind you, one hand on your waist, the other brushing your hair behind your shoulder. he leans down to press a kiss to the crook of your neck. “you look gorgeous, as always. what are you so nervous about? i’ve only told them great things about you, they’ll love you.”
“i know, i just—i want them to think i’m worthy of you.”
he laughs light-heartedly. “worthy? baby, by the end of the evening they’ll probably wonder how i got you to date me.”
you pout, slowly letting yourself be soothed by your boyfriend’s words and gentle demeanor. “you really think?”
“of course. what can i do to ease your nerves?”
you recognize that tone—he wants something he won’t outright ask you for. but even if he doesn’t care, you won’t be late for your dinner plans. so instead of letting yourself melt into his touch, you offer your cheek to him. it’ll have to do for now.
euijoo smiles, pressing his soft lips to your cheek, and the simple touch has you relaxing already. but he presses another one, and another, progressively getting closer to your mouth—”not my lips, baby. i don’t want to mess up my lipstick.”
his lips find the corner of yours, and when he leans back, a little lip gloss shines on the corner of his lips. you shake your head, lightly admonishing him as you wipe the makeup up with your thumb. “juju…”
he only gazes down fondly at you. “you’re perfect,” he muses.
yuma
after months of being with yuma, you should know that whatever you tell him not to do, he’ll take as a challenge to do. really, it’s your fault for telling him not to distract you while you’re doing your makeup, and not to kiss you after you’ve applied your lipstick. you even give him a minute to get it all out of his system—but it only does the opposite. after the kiss, he’s even needier, clingy as he wraps his arms around your waist tightly, burying his face in your hair.
“don’t go,” he mumbles.
“it’s for work, baby, i don’t have a choice.”
“i can’t just kiss you for a minute,” he whines. “it’s not nearly enough.”
“you’ll have all the time you need when i come back, okay?”
he frowns at you in the mirror—changing his strategy from whiny to upset? in any case, it doesn’t work. you ignore his glare as you apply your lipgloss. he plants kisses along your neck, your jawline, but every time he tries to get near your lips, you lean away.
he huffs. “what’s the point of having lips so pretty if your boyfriend can’t even kiss them?”
“the one time i ask you not to kiss me, i swear,” you mumble. “you’re not going to die.”
he rests his hand on his heart, fakes a pained expression. “i just might.”
you push him away with your hip, tell him to leave you alone—you’re surprised when he actually does. he’s waiting for you in the hallway when you’re done. you think that maybe he’s matured when he helps you slip on the shoes he picked out for you, and are about to thank him when he stands and, before you can react, traps your lips in a kiss. not even just a peck that won’t do too much damage—a full-on mess of a kiss, tongue and all, his hands firm on your hips so you couldn’t escape even if you wanted to.
when he leans back, his grin is wickedly smug. “uh-oh, baby. i think you’re gonna have to redo your lipstick.”
jo
if you explicitly tell him not to, your perfect baby never messes up your makeup. he saw how long it took you to get your lip combo perfect before the party, so when you tell him, “no kisses, tonight,” he follows that rule to a tee.
it doesn’t mean he’s not desperate to kiss you, though. as you get ready together, he has to content himself with pressing soft kisses to your cheeks and forehead, and stops himself from pouting when you can’t reciprocate. during the party, his eyes keep drifting to the lipstick staining the rim of your cup, and he’s always ready to wipe a smudge if you mess up your makeup while eating. he has the self-restraint of a saint when you use him instead of a mirror to reapply your lipgloss, dumbly nodding when you ask him whether it looks okay.
after the party, as you’re waiting outside for your uber, his jacket around your shoulders, he briefly wonders whether he should wait until you get home, then decides against it. you look so cute, slightly swaying on your feet from the wine you drank, a contented smile on your face, your hand warm in his. “can i kiss you, y/n?” he asks softly. you nod happily.
the feeling of his lips on yours is such a relief after waiting all night for it. by the time your uber arrives, he’s wearing as much lipstick as you are.
harua
“okay, baby, i’m off,” you call from the hallway, slipping on your shoes.
from his position on the couch, harua perks up. “aren’t you forgetting something?”
you look inside your purse. keys, phone, wallet. “nope, i’m all good.”
he frowns, then makes his way to you. arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed, he says, “you sure about that?”
your features relax into a smile. “baby, i’m sorry, i can’t kiss you. i spent too long on this lip combo to mess it up.”
your boyfriend is unimpressed. he glares at you without a word.
you walk up to him, ruffle his hair. “i’ll give you all the kisses you want when i get home, okay?”
clearly, this isn’t good enough an offer. too quickly for you to react, he leans in, presses his lips to yours firmly. then, with a huff, he walks back to the couch. you check your lips in your front camera—the damage’s been done.
“haru!”
when you look at him, there’s a small smirk playing on his lips. you’d be mad at him if he wasn’t so adorable. “have fun, angel,” he says, plopping some chips inside his mouth.
taki
the entire time you’ve been getting ready, your boyfriend has been gazing longingly at you like a lovesick puppy. it’d be distracting if you weren’t so used to it—rare are the moments you spend together when at least his hands or his eyes aren’t on you. from when you chose your outfit to now, as you’re sitting at your vanity, lips parted as you apply your liner, he’s been laying on your shared bed, staring at you like you hung the stars in the night sky.
he’s been quiet this entire time, so when he starts making his way to you, telling you how pretty you look, you know he’s up to no good. before he’s even touched you, you warn, “taki, don’t. the tutor is so strict, i can’t be late for this class.”
“who said anything about making you late?” he asks, a playful smirk on his lips as his hands find your shoulders, your hair. he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “i just wanted to admire you from up close.”
“you can do that without bothering me.”
he looks at you like a wounded puppy. you roll your eyes—you know taki isn’t really offended, he just likes to pretend he is so you’ll baby him. “fine. one kiss, okay? just one. and on my cheek.”
you shouldn’t have been so trusting. your boyfriend holds your head steady as he plants his kiss to your cheek, but of course, he doesn’t stop there. as you try to squirm away from him, he peppers kisses everywhere he can reach, your chin, your nose, your forehead, and, eventually, your lips.
he grins proudly, admiring his work in the mirror—the lip gloss on his lips, the smudges around yours. “thanks a lot, taki,” you mumble.
“the pleasure is all mine, babe.”
maki
you’re sat on your boyfriend’s lap in front of your vanity as you apply the final traces of lipstick for you lip combo. you’re both staring at your reflection in the mirror, you in concentration, him in quiet, lovesick adoration. you’re apart for one evening and he’s acting like it’s the end of the world. his big arms feel warm and reassuring around your body, his chin a welcome weight on your shoulder, but if you told him how much harder he’s making it to go out without him, he’d find a million reasons for you to stay in. however, you can’t bail on bottomless brunch with your girls.
“i get that girlhood is important and all, but surely us boyfriends could tag along once in a while?” he mumbles, pouting against your shoulder.
you smile. “we can’t gossip about you guys if you’re here.”
he gasps dramatically. “you gossip about me? what do you say?”
you ignore him as you lean forward, admiring your work. satisfied with yourself, you shift on maki’s lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. “how do i look?”
his features soften into a fond smile. “perfect, baby.”
when he leans in for a kiss, you tut at him. “nuh-uh. i’m not letting you mess up my lip combo.”
he raises an eyebrow. “oh?”
suddenly, his hold on you tightens—you try to squirm out of his arms, but he’s too strong for you. “no! maki!” you exclaim, giggling.
he peppers kisses all over your lips, and by the time he’s done, there’s more lipstick on his lips than on yours. you sigh as you check your makeup in the mirror. “great, i have to do it all over again now.”
he’s grinning wickedly, returning to his position with his chin on your shoulder like he hasn’t done anything. “and i get one more minute with you.”
A kind of a paraphilia where one is attracted to something that is uncommon, persistent and not sexual by nature.
somnophilia, a condition in which individuals are sexually aroused by the act of engaging in sexual activities with a person who is asleep or unconscious. when practiced consensually it falls under Consensual Non-Consent (CNC), where partners negotiate clear, enthusiastic agreements beforehand. However, it relies heavily on established boundaries, explicit prior consent, and the ability to immediately stop if one partner becomes uncomfortable.
FEATURING: KOGA YUDAI, MURATA FUMA, TAKAYAMA RIKI & MAUSS RIKI x FEM READER (individually).
content warning: Somnophilia, pre‑negotiated(!!!) consensual power exchange, total surrender of control, possessiveness, body worship(I think?),explicit sexual content, ofc there are graphic descriptions, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, service submission. this is just fiction— not a representative of who they are in real life.
divider by @pixopix
𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ KEI —
Kei never really sleeps, not fully. Even when his body goes still, his mind stays wide awake, fixed only on you. He lies there on his side, elbow propped up, cheek resting in his palm, eyes tracing every line of your body. The room is dim, only lit by the soft glow of the moon slipping through the curtains, painting your skin pale and glowing, your chest rising and falling slow and steady, soft little sighs slipping past your parted lips.
He watches the way your nightgown rides up high on your thighs, the fabric bunching up around your hips, exposing the soft, warm skin there. He stares at the curve of your waist, the swell of your breasts, the way your fingers curl loosely around the pillow. And every single time, his cock throbs heavy and hard against his thigh, pre‑cum already soaking through his boxers just from looking. You're completely out of it.
He wonders what it would be like to slide himself inside you while you’re like this: completely soft, completely unaware, deep in your dreams. To push slow and deep, filling you up until you’re stretched tight around him, warm and wet and squeezing him perfectly, while you sleep right through it. Would you stir? Would you mumble something soft, shift your hips just a little, unconsciously taking him deeper? Or would you stay perfectly still, letting him use your body however he wants, completely at his mercy?
To him, this is the purest form of devotion. Love isn’t just wanting someone when they want you back — it’s wanting them even when they don’t know you’re there. It’s giving every part of yourself, even the parts they never see. He thinks about waking up beside you, watching you stretch, slow and sleepy, your eyes still heavy, no memory at all of how he spent the whole night buried inside you, pumping load after load deep into your cunt until you were dripping full of him, his cum leaking out around his base and running down your thighs in thick, sticky rivulets. You’d be sore, shaky, your legs wobbly when you stood up, and you’d just think you slept wrong… while he’d know exactly why. He’d know every inch of you, every soft sound you made, every clench of your walls around him.
He craves that more than anything — to be infused with you, to be inside you every second he can, even when you don’t know it. To leave a part of himself inside you every night, so you carry him with you even when you’re awake. To dissolve the line between him and you until there is no “you” and “him” — only one.
And he loves the other side of it too — the thought of you using him.
Kei is a heavy sleeper; once he drifts off, he’s dead to the world, completely limp and pliant. And the idea of you climbing on top of him while he’s out cold, your hands gripping his chest, your hips rolling slow and greedy, taking whatever you want from him, selfishly chasing your own pleasure without asking, without him even knowing… it makes his head spin. He thinks: What greater purpose is there, than to be used by the one you worship? He’d lie there, cock hard and throbbing in your grip, veins pulsing under your fingers, while you rode him until you were satisfied, and he’d wake up in the morning aching, sticky, covered in your slick and his own cum, and so incredibly proud that you’d used him exactly how you liked.
One night he finally does it. He slips between your legs slow, careful not to wake you, his hands gripping your hips tight, pulling you open just enough. He spits down onto your folds, thick and warm, rubbing the wetness over your puffy clit and deep into your dripping entrance, watching your body shiver softly in your sleep. He lines himself up, the thick, flushed, glistening head of his cock pressing against your warm, soft opening, and pushes in slow, inch by inch, groaning quiet and deep when your walls suck him in tight, hot and perfect, hugging every ridge and vein like you were made only for this.
You sigh, shifting your hips just a little, pushing back against him like you know, like your body already belongs to him even when your mind doesn’t.
“Good girl,” he whispers, voice rough and broken, starting to roll his hips slow and deep, grinding himself as far inside you as he can go until his balls are pressed tight against your ass. “Just sleep, baby. Just let me fill you up. Let me be part of you forever.”
He fucks you slow and deep for hours, dragging every stroke out, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in hard enough to make your whole body jolt, drinking in every soft little whimper and gasp you make. He reaches down to rub your clit fast while he’s buried deep, making you gush so much wetness it soaks the sheets under you, your pussy squelching loud and messy every time he moves. He fills you up over and over, hot, thick cum flooding your womb each time, until you’re absolutely overflowing, dripping with him, sticky and messy everywhere.
When morning comes, you wake up stretching, yawning, your legs sore and heavy, feeling warm and fuzzy and completely stuffed full, and you have no idea why. Kei just smiles, pulls you close, and kisses your forehead, his hand resting low on your stomach — right where he knows he still is, deep inside you, part of you forever.
𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ FUMA —
Fuma is always composed. Always in control. Always the calm, sophisticated man who never lets anything ruffle him, never lets anyone see what’s underneath. He bottles everything up — his desires, his hunger, his weakness — and keeps it locked tight away. To the world, he is order, reason, restraint. But you know the truth: control is just a cage he built… and you hold the key.
He’s spent his whole life believing that strength means holding on. But you taught him that true strength is letting go. That there is no greater power than surrendering completely to someone you trust.
One evening, you’re lying together in bed, tangled up in sheets, talking lazily about anything and everything, your hand resting idly on his chest, tracing slow circles over his heart. You laugh soft and low, and say, half‑joking, “y’know… I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to take control completely. To just… use you however I want, even when you’re asleep. You’re so pretty when you’re helpless.”
The second the words leave your mouth, Fuma freezes. His breath catches, his whole body goes still, and his eyes go wide, dark and blown out. It’s new. It’s foreign. It’s strange — and it makes his dick throb so hard it hurts, leaking pre‑cum instantly into his briefs. He’s never thought about it before, never imagined himself in that position… but god, does he want it. Because to be used by you isn’t weakness — it’s the highest honor he could ever receive.
He turns his head to look at you, cheeks flushed pink, voice low and shaky, barely above a whisper. “You… you could do that? Whenever you want? Without even asking?”
You grin, leaning up to kiss his jaw. “Sure. But I won’t tell you when. You’ll just have to wait and see.”
And that’s exactly what he wants.
After that, he sleeps better than he ever has. Every night he lies down, his heart beating fast, already half‑hard just thinking about it, hoping you’ll choose tonight. He makes sure he falls deep, deep asleep — heavy, relaxed, completely open for you, laying his body out like an offering on an altar.
And you do.
When he’s out cold, breathing slow and deep, face soft and peaceful, you pull the covers back, straddle his hips, and take him in your hand. He’s already hard, throbbing, veiny, the tip swollen and red and dripping clear fluid just waiting for you. You wrap your fingers tight around his thick length, twisting your wrist, rubbing your thumb hard over the sensitive slit, spreading his pre‑cum down his shaft. You stroke him slow, firm, teasing him until he’s dripping wet, until his cock is twitching and aching in your grip, until sticky strands of precum stick to your skin.
You work him perfectly — fast enough to make him writhe, slow enough to make it drag, twisting and squeezing and rubbing exactly where he’s most sensitive. You pull three, four orgasms out of him, one after another, milking every drop he has until he’s oversensitive, until tears start to leak from the corners of his eyes, rolling down his cheeks, his whole body trembling and twitching, soft broken moans falling from his lips that he won't remember making. Each time he cums, thick, hot ropes shoot out, covering your hand, his stomach, his chest, sticky and messy and endless, until he’s completely drained, his cock still hard and throbbing even though he has nothing left to give.
To him, this is freedom. Absolute liberation. To be stripped of all dignity, all control, all sense of self — and to be left with only you.
When you’re done, you clean him up gently, licking every last drop of his cum off his skin, kissing every inch of him, his face, his neck, his chest, whispering how good he was, how perfect he is for you.
In the morning, he wakes up dizzy, heavy‑limbed, feeling like he’s been fucked through the mattress, his skin sticky and sensitive, but unbelievably well‑rested. He blinks awake, and you’re already there, smiling sweet, kissing his lips soft and slow.
“Good morning, baby,” you murmur, stroking his hair. “You did so well last night. So perfect for me.”
He doesn’t remember exactly what happened, but he feels it deep in his bones — the pleasure, the release, the feeling of being completely yours. He pulls you close, burying his face in your neck, and smiles. “Anything for you. Always. I exist only to be used by you.”
𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ TAKI —
If Kei wants to be infused with you, Taki wants to cease to exist as anything but part of you.
He’s always been insatiable — hungry for touch, hungry for affection, hungry for you. But it’s more than just lust. He’s thought about it a thousand times: Why should we be two separate people? Why should there be skin and bone between us? If he could have it his way then he would want stop existing as an independent person and instead exist only as extension of you. He needs you more than air, more than sleep, more than anything else in the world. You are his oxygen, his blood, his heart. Without you, he is nothing.
It doesn’t matter if he's tired, sick, awake or asleep — if you want him, he’s yours. If he wants you, he takes you. And the idea of you using him while he sleeps? Or him waking up already buried deep inside you? It drives him absolutely wild. Because even in his dreams, his soul is already reaching for you.
He falls asleep hard and fast, always tangled up with you, one leg thrown over yours, his hand resting somewhere on your body — your waist, your hip, your breast — like even in sleep he can’t stand to be far away. His cock is already half hard, pressed heavy against your thigh, warm and waiting.
You’ll wake up in the middle of the night to find him already hard, fully erect and throbbing, his hips rolling slow, sleepy and mindless, grinding his fat, leaking cock against your ass, trying to push inside you even while he’s dreaming. Or you’ll climb on top of him, sink down onto his dick slow and wet, your pussy swallowing him inch by inch until he’s completely buried inside you, and ride him hard and fast, bouncing up and down, your tits bouncing in his face, your walls squeezing him tight.
He doesn’t even wake up fully — his eyes stay closed, head thrown back, mouth hanging open, drool slipping down his chin, and he just moans loud and happy, his hands flying to your hips to grip them tight, helping you slam down onto him over and over.
“Mmm… y/n… feels so good… s’deep… so tight…” he’ll mumble, grinding up into you hard, his balls slapping against your ass wet and loud. “Need more… need all of it… never stop… wanna live inside you forever…”
And when its his turn? He fucks you like a starved animal, messy and loud and greedy. He pulls out and slams back in so hard the bed frame creaks and shakes, his cock dragging against your walls, hitting that sweet spot deep inside you every single time. You’re both soaked — your slick dripping down his shaft, coating his balls, pooling under you, making everything wet and slippery and squelching with every movement. He cums over and over, thick loads flooding your pussy, filling you up until it leaks out around his base and runs down your legs in thick, sticky streams, and he still doesn’t stop. He keeps going, over‑stimulated and sensitive, whining and crying, because he needs to be as deep inside you as physically possible.
To him, every time he comes inside you is a promise: I am here. I am yours. I will never leave.
He doesn’t care how, doesn’t care when, doesn’t care who starts it. As long as he’s inside you, as long as he’s filled you up, as long as he belongs to you completely — that’s all that matters. He’ll cum until he’s drained, until you’re both messy and sticky and exhausted, and he’ll still be holding you tight, his softening cock still buried deep inside you, whispering how much he loves you, how he never wants to leave your body.
𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ MAKI —
Everyone sees Maki as big, strong, capable. They mistake broad shoulders and easy confidence for authority, assuming he's the one calling the shots. But you know the truth: strength is only useful if it’s used for the right thing. And his only purpose, his only true strength, is serving you.
He’s spent his whole trying to build the image of the protector, being the one who stands tall. But with you? He loves the way all that strength melts away. He loves the way he becomes soft, pliable, useless — yours. He thinks: What is the point of power, if not to give it to the person you worship? To be strong for the world… but weak only for you. That is his greatest pride.
If you ask him for anything, at any time, anywhere, he will drop everything and give it to you immediately. He never says no. He can’t say no to you. You are his master, his god, his whole world.
One night, you’re talking about fantasies, lying side by side, and the topic of somnophilia comes up. You shrug, casual, “I mean… it sounds fun. No harm in it, right? Just taking what’s mine.”
Maki thinks about it for a second, his cheeks turning pink, his eyes darkening. He imagines it — big, powerful him, completely helpless, fast asleep, while you use his body however you please. No decisions to make, no responsibilities, just pure, unadulterated belonging.
“Yeah… that sounds… really exciting,” he admits, voice deep and rumbling. “Knowing I’m completely yours even when I don’t know it. That I’m safe, that I’m loved… that I’m exactly where I belong.”
That night, he falls asleep fast, heavy and deep, his big body relaxed and loose, spread out for you like a gift, arms open, legs parted, completely vulnerable. You wait until his breathing is slow and even, until he’s totally out, then you pull the covers down.
He’s already fully hard, his cock thick and heavy, long and veiny, resting proudly against his stomach, the tip swollen, red, and glistening with pre‑cum, dripping down his skin. You crawl between his legs, wrap your hand tight around his warm, throbbing dick, and start slow — stroking him firm and steady, twisting your wrist, squeezing the base, occasionally licking his tip, rubbing your thumb hard over the sensitive slit, spreading his slick fluid all over him.
He whimpers soft, his hips twitching, but he doesn’t wake up. His first orgasm hits him fast, his cock throbbing and pulsing violently in your grip, thick, hot ropes of cum shooting out, splashing all over his chest, his neck, even his jaw, sticky and white and endless. His back arches off the mattress for just a second, a deep groan tearing out of his throat, before he relaxes again, still asleep, completely unaware. It's absolutely bewitching seeing him like this — losing all that calm and cool demeanor, and it only drives you continue.
You don’t stop. You wipe the mess on your hand, spit on his cock to make it wetter, and keep going, stroking him faster, harder, rubbing and squeezing exactly where it hurts the best. And soon enough, he starts stirring. He moans louder now, high and desperate, his hands fisting in the sheets, his head tossing back and forth, sweat beading all over his big, muscular body. He’s confused, half‑asleep, half‑lost in pleasure, and he genuinely thinks this is his first time cumming — he has absolutely no idea you already took everything from him once before.
“Ah… ah! — feels so good… wait, I’m — I’m gonna cum again?! Already?!” he whines, voice broken and shaky, eyes still closed, completely dazed, his thighs shaking uncontrollably.
You just smile, lean down, and wrap your lips around the tip, sucking hard and fast, swirling your tongue around the sensitive head while you stroke the base fast.
“That’s it, baby,” you whisper against his skin, loud enough for his sleepy brain to catch it. “Just take it. Let me use you. You’re such a good, big toy for me. So perfect, so useful.”
And he does. He lets you take every single thing he has, over and over, until he’s oversensitive, until he’s crying soft happy tears, until he’s completely wrecked — twitching, shaking, covered in his own cum and your saliva, completely spent — and he never even realizes how much you really got from him.
To him, there is no greater glory than this: to be strong enough to carry the world, but humble enough to be your toy.
idk if u have done this already but could you do &teamies reacting to the reader calling them a good boy ? ^^
the phrase good boy acts as a psychological trigger for yudai, fuma and nicholas, though each man reacts to the praise through a different lens of desire and submission. while the words are the same, the internal collapse they trigger varies from desperate need to quiet surrender.
yudai is the type to fight the effect until he can't anymore. he likely carries himself with a certain level of pride or stoicism, making the moment he is called a good boy a total breaking point. for yudai, the phrase is a tool of domestication.
when he hears it—especially after he has struggled to complete a difficult or degrading task—his composure shatters. he doesn't just accept the praise; he craves it with a hunger that borders on pathetic.
the words strip away his defenses, leaving him panting and eager, his body instinctively leaning into the touch of whoever is praising him. for yudai, being your good boy means he has finally earned the approval he secretly starves for, turning his strength into a tool for your pleasure.
fuma, by contrast, sinks into the role with a fluid, almost instinctive grace. he doesn't fight the submission; he leans into it, finding a profound sense of peace in the relinquishing of control.
when fuma is called a good boy, his eyes glaze over, and his breathing slows, falling into a trance-like state of obedience. it is a reward that validates his utility. he finds erotic satisfation in the power imbalance, the words acting as a leash that pulls him tighter toward his pretty little master.
for fuma, the phrase is a signal that he is performing exactly as expected, and that validation fuels a desperate need to do even more, pushing himself to the limits of endurance just to hear those two words beautifully whispered in his ear again.
nicholas experiences the phrase as a sharp, electric jolt of arousal. where yudai is desperate and fuma is serene, nicholas is reactive.
being called a good boy triggers an immediate, visceral response in his body—a tightening in his chest and a sudden, heavy ache between his legs. he is the most likely to react with a soft moan or a shudder, his body betraying how much the praise affects him.
for nicholas, the phrase is a mark of ownership. it tells him exactly where he stands in the hierarchy, and that clarity is what turns him on. he thrives on the feeling of being "handled", and the verbal confirmation that he is behaving correctly sends him into a state of high-voltage readiness, making him a pliable, eager toy for you.
while yudai, fuma and nicholas react to the phrase with a sense of surrender of ownership, euijoo, yuma and jo process the good boy trigger through a different set of emotional and physical vulnerabilities. for them, the phrase isn't just a reward: it's a catalyst that unlocks specific, hidden facets of their sexuality.
euijoo reacts to being called a good boy with a sudden, overwhelming wave of tenderness that quickly curdles into raw, needy lust. he is the most likely to be emotionally affected by the praise, his eyes welling up or his lip trembling when the words are spoken.
for euijoo, it feels like a warm embrace and a strict command all at once. it makes him feel seen and cherished, which in turn makes him want to be completely used. when he hears those words, his body goes soft and pliable, his inhibitions vanishing instantly.
he becomes an open book, desperate to please you in any way possible, whether that means taking your fingers down his throat or arching his back to offer his ass, all while looking up with wide, pleading eyes, begging for more of that validation.
yuma views the phrase as a challenge and a victory. he has a playful, perhaps slightly bratty streak, and for him, being called a good boy is the ultimate prize after a period of tension or defiance. he doesn't just sink into the praise; he preens under it.
when he finally earns the title, a smug, heat-filled shiver runs down his spine, and his cock throbs violently against his underwear. for yuma, the words are the "click" of a lock falling into place. it transforms his playful energy into a focused, intense desire to serve.
once he's branded a good boy, he becomes obsessively attentive, his movements becoming precise and eager as he tries to maintain that status, pushing himself to be the most efficient and satisfying toy in the room.
jo experiences the phrase as a total mental shutdown. he is often the one who tries to maintain a facade of competence or coolness, but good boy is the kill-switch for his brain. the moment the words hit his ears, his thoughts scramble, leaving him in a state of pure, mindless arousal.
he doesn't think, only feels. the phrase strips him of his autonomy, reducing him to a creature of pure instinct. jo's reaction is the most physical—his breath hitches, his toes curl, and he often finds himself instinctively kneeling or bowing his head without even realising he's doing it.
for jo, being your good boy means he no longer has to carry the weight of decision-making; he's simply an object for your pleasure, and that liberation sends him into a state of shivering, high intensity heat.
for harua, taki and maki, the phrase "good boy" acts as a psychological key, unlocking reactions that range from a fragile, desperate need for approval to a primal, animalistic surrender. while the others might find peace or arousal, these three experience the phrase as a profound shift in their internal power dynamics.
harua reacts to good boy with a fragile, almost heartbreaking intensity. he carries a deep-seated need for external validation, and when those words are spoken, it feels like a lifeline being thrown to him.
his reaction is characterized by a sudden, breathless stillness; he freezes, his heart hammering against his ribs, as if he's afraid that moving might break the spell. for harua, the phrase is an emotional anchor that grounds him in a state of absolute devotion. it transforms his desire into something sacred and desperate.
he doesn't just want to be fucked; he wants to be owned and kept. when he's called a good boy, he becoms an eager, shivering mess, clinging to you and whimpering, his body trembling with the need to prove his worth through total, selfless submission.
taki experiences the phrase as a spark to powder keg. he possesses a high-energy, almost frantic nature, and good boy is the only thing that can truly center him—by completely overwhelming him.
the moment he hears it, his energy shifts from chaotic to focused, laser-beaming all his attention onto you. it triggers a visceral, physical hunger; his pupils dilate, and he begins to pant, his cock leaking as he instinctively seeks you.
for taki, the phrase is a reward that fuels his stamina. it pushes him into a state of hyper-responsiveness where he will do anything—no matter how degrading or exhausting—just to hear the words again. he becomes a whirlwind of activity, sucking, licking, and rubbing himself against his beautiful princess with a manic, desperate eagerness.
maki processes good boy as a total collapse of his ego. he often presents himself with a certain level of confidence or detachment, but the phrase acts like a physical blow that knocks him off his feet. it is the ultimate "off-switch" for his pride.
when he's called a good boy, he doesn't just submit, he dissolves. his muscles go slack, his gaze becomes glazed and vacant, and he sinks into a state of heavy, drugged-like arousal. for maki, the phrase is a permission slip to stop pretending and simply be a toy.
he becomes incredibly passive and receptive, his body opening up instinctively. whether it's his mouth working relentlessly as you ride his face or his ass relaxing to take a thick plug, maki becomes a mindless vessel of pleasure, his only goal being to remain in that state of praised, mindless oblivion.
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💭 ── yudai who is much older than you, naturally took over the role of being both your boyfriend and your dad. he knows all about your daddy issues, indulges in them despite how icky it is, tells you to call him "父ちゃん" (papa), encouraging you to rely on him for everything because he'll do anything for his darling girl, spoiling you rotten unlike the hell your father put you through, because yudai will always be the better man for you.
nausea stirs at the pits of your stomach when he sits you on his lap, his hands rubbing your thighs affectionately before sliding between your thighs, long slender fingers stuffed down your panties to rub at your cunt. he whispers sweet praise into your ears to keep you pliant, your body shaking with unease, pain throbs at your folds from his harsh touch and the lack of arousal. you tell yourself it's fine, your body will get to enjoy it despite your mind thinking otherwise but you know yudai has your best interest in heart so you give into his warm touch, whimpering sweetly at his ministrations, arousal starting to coat your cunt.
you grip his arms tightly when he slides his cock into your sopping folds, the gnawing pit at your stomach growing but you ignore it, focusing on the pleasure he's giving you, clenching around him tightly as he groans and whispers encouraging words, "my sweet girl, taking me so well, 's like you're made for me, aren't you?" he holds you so gently while his thrusts are absolutely animalistic, drilling into your harshly. his large hands cup your cheeks, wiping away your tears as he encourages you to keep going because he's almost close and you weren't one to back down, you'd do anything to make your dad proud even if that means taking his cock like a champ.
you've never experienced this kind of love so you think its sweet of yudai to provide it for you, no matter how fucked up it is. if your dad wasn't present, then yudai would be everything for you — boyfriend, father, brother, the only man you need in your life and he made sure of it.
in which you’ve always been a little bit in love with your best friend’s older brother.
pairing: koga yudai x fem!reader
warnings: smut MDNI, best friends brother!kei, CHEATING (don’t read if you don’t like that), small age gap, drinking, dry humping, pussy eating, fingering, blowjobs, dirty talk, risky sex, unprotected sex, belly bulge, multiple positions, cumming inside.
for you, it was always kei.
and that was wrong. it was supposed to be emi, your best friend—not her older brother.
but you couldn’t help yourself. no, it seemed entirely impossible not to have feelings for him.
ten years. you’d been best friends with emi for ten years. therefore, you’d known her brother for ten years as well. ten painful years of longing. a decade of one-sided love.
you’d been distraught and head-over-heels for him for years. and you hadn’t the slightest inclination as to how he felt about you.
as much as you hated to be realistic, you figured he probably didn’t like you. you were his little sisters best friend, and he probably saw you as just another annoying little sister type. he probably had his focus on other women, ones who were more mature, ones that hadn’t practically grown up alongside him like you had.
your ideas were proven correct the day you found out kei had a girlfriend—hana. that day was almost a year ago.
when you found out about his relationship through emi, a part of you thought that it would be good for you. surely kei having a girlfriend who wasn’t you would help you get over him.
wrong.
your feelings for him were just as strong as ever, perhaps even stronger now due to the jealously and rage you felt whenever you happened to see he and hana together.
it didn’t feel right. they didn’t look right together. the only person you could see him with was yourself.
but he wasn’t with you. he’d chosen her, and not his younger sister’s best friend. naturally.
being around him made you sad now. you preferred hanging out at your house instead of emi’s because you didn’t run into kei. you avoided him at all costs because you hated the way it felt to see him and not have him in the way you wanted.
but today, you were out of luck. it couldn’t be avoided. emi’s parents were throwing their annual summer party, and you couldn’t miss that. you had no excuse good enough to miss such an event, an event you’d been attending every year you and she had been friends.
it meant kei was going to be there, and most likely, that meant hana was going to be there too.
the idea of having to see them on top of each other all day put you in a bad mood before you even got there. you were in a sour mood as you got dressed in a tank top and a cute summery skirt, and when you did your hair and makeup.
when you saw how good you looked in the mirror after you were done getting ready, you felt a little better.
“you look cute,” emi said to you as she opened the door and let you inside.
“thanks,” you said, stepping into her parent’s house—a house you practically lived in when you and emi were in school together.
you knew your way around as well as you knew the way around your own house. you knew emi’s old room was up the stairs, first door on the left, and kei’s was on the right. though, neither of them have lived there in years, both having grown up and moved out to their own places.
“y/n!” the familiar, warm tone of emi’s mom voice greeted.
you turned around, immediately being taken into her arms.
“it’s so good to see you, honey,” she said, scanning you carefully up and down. “you look great! doesn’t she look great, emi?”
“i already told her,” emi replied.
“oh, thank you,” you said shyly. “it’s a new skirt.”
“oh, it’s not the skirt,” her mom dismissed. “it’s you, sweetheart. kei, did you say hi to y/n yet? come here.”
your eyes widened. you hadn’t even realized he was there, but when you turned around, there he was. he was coming down the stairs, and looked as heart wrenchingly beautiful as always.
it’d been almost a year since you saw him, the longest you’d ever gone without seeing him.
“hey, stranger,” he said, approaching you with a smile. “it’s been forever.”
although it was hard to see him, you still couldn’t help the smile that snuck onto your face. you were happy to see him, happy when he opened his arms to you and embraced you in a close, warm hug.
you closed your eyes when your face was pressed into his torso, inhaling the scent of him. you let yourself have it, knowing it was the most contact with him that you were probably going to get.
“i’ll let you all catch up,” emi’s mom said, dismissing herself from you, kei, and emi, as she went to welcome more party guests.
you and kei pulled apart, your body still tingling from the touch.
“there’s not that much to catch up on,” emi said. “c’mon, let’s go outside!”
before you could even take anything to kei, emi grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you outside, where the party was full-blown.
it seemed that more and more people came every year. the backyard was filled with people—neighbors, family friends, relatives, and more. you cluelessly followed emi to the drinks table.
“wang nicholas is here,” she told you.
“who?” you replied, pouring yourself a cup of soda.
“wang nicholas!” emi repeated excitedly. “he lives in the neighborhood, so my parents know his. he’s insanely hot, and i think you should hook up with him.”
you scoffed.
“why would i do that?” you questioned.
“he’s like the only person our age here,” emi explained. “plus, jo will be here soon and i don’t want you to feel like a third wheel.”
it was funny, how emi got in a relationship around the same time as her brother. she and jo had been dating for just under a year, similar to kei and hana.
speaking of hana, you’d yet to see her. maybe today was your lucky day. maybe she wouldn’t come. or better yet, maybe you’d find out that they’d broken up.
“i’ll survive,” you said.
“at least let me introduce you?” emi pleaded, jutting her bottom lip out.
you rolled your eyes, but agreed nonetheless. if it made her happy, then you’d do it. you didn’t care. either way, you knew you weren’t going to be able to focus on anyone other than kei today.
emi led you over to where some tables were set up. groups of people were eating and chatting, and eventually she found nicholas.
“nicholas!” she exclaimed, grabbing his attention. “this is my best friend, y/n. y/n, this is nicholas.”
you supposed that emi had been right—nicholas was hot. you thought she may have been exaggerating to gain your interest, but she wasn’t. not at all.
he was very attractive, but in a different way than kei. kei was outrageously, traditionally handsome. he was tall and muscular, with a kind face and sweet personality.
nicholas, on the other hand, had a sharp, fox-like expression. his hair was dyed red, his clothes baggy and unique. he had piercings, and rings stacked to his knuckle. again, he was hot.
“nice to meet you,” nicholas said, standing up to properly greet you.
“nice to meet you, too,” you replied, blushing as he enveloped his hand in your smaller one.
emi smiled to herself.
“jo’s here,” she informed. “i’m gonna go grab him. be right back.”
she sprinted away from you two, leaving you alone with mysterious, good-looking nicholas.
-
somehow, an entire hour passed of you talking to nicholas, an hour that didn’t feel like an hour at all because of how nicely you two were getting along.
you’d hardly noticed that emi never came back with jo.
but unfortunately, it was impossible for you not to notice kei with hana by his side. it was impossible not to drown nicholas out and focus on the way hana was laughing at something kei was saying, leaning against his arm.
it made your stomach sink. it made you feel completely sick, to see the man you loved with someone else.
“hey,” nicholas suddenly said, drawing you back in. “you good?”
you forced your gaze away from kei and hana, who were heading inside and out of your line of sight anyway.
“yeah, yeah, i’m good,” you said, clearing your throat. “what were you saying?”
nicholas kept talking, and you nodded along for a few minutes.
soon after, the soda you’d drank had caught up with you. you excused yourself from the table, hurrying away and inside.
you made your way upstairs, opting to use the bathroom up there instead of the one of the first level, knowing there were more guests waiting to use it.
as you made your way down the hall on the way to the bathroom, you overheard voices through the crack in kei’s old bedroom door.
you halted in your footsteps, pausing to listen.
“i don’t know why we’re still arguing about this. we have to get back to the party.”
it sounded like kei.
“how can we act normal at the party when we’re pissed at each other, kei? can we just resolve this already?”
and hana.
“it’s not something we can just resolve, hana!” he was trying his best not to yell, it seemed. “this is a big deal.”
you felt bad for eavesdropping, but the more you listened, the more curious you got about what they were fighting about.
“you’re the one making it a big deal,” hana spat. “if you just listened to what i was saying, you’d see that my side makes more sense.”
“i’m not making it a big deal,” he responded. “i’m being mature about it. you’re being childish.”
“childish?” she screeched.
their voices were starting to raise, so you quickly hurried on down the hall to the bathroom. you did your business, pondering what it was they were fighting about.
you checked yourself in the mirror, making sure you looked alright before heading back out. as soon as you stepped out of the bathroom, hana and kei emerged from the bedroom, both of their expressions pissed off.
“you don’t have to leave,” kei said, following her down the stairs.
“well, i don’t wanna stay,” she replied.
you stayed at the top of the stairs until the front door shut and you were sure she was gone.
cautiously, you made your way down. kei was still standing in front of the door, an unreadable look on his face now.
“you okay?” you asked hesitantly.
he jolted, unaware that you’d entered the room.
“oh, yeah,” he said, forcing a dry chuckle. “you heard that, huh?”
“some of it,” you admitted.
kei sighed, shaking his head.
“it’s nothing,” he said. you didn’t say anything, and so he kept talking. “we’ve just been talking about moving in together. i mean, she’s been talking about it, but i’ve been telling her i think it’s too soon. it hasn’t even been a year yet, but she’s just insistent. i don’t know why, and…sorry, i’m ranting. you probably don’t care.”
“no, i do care,” you assured, taking a step closer to him. “i do. i’m sorry you guys got into a fight.”
you went as far as to place your hand on the side of his arm, and that alone was enough for your body to warm up again with excitement. just to be touching him.
he relaxed under your touch, offering you a small smile.
“thanks,” he said. “it’s fine. it’s done for now, at least.”
you kept your hand on him for another moment, then regretfully retracted it.
“are you coming back outside?” you wondered.
“yeah,” he said. “i’ll be right out.”
you nodded and walked away, back outside.
-
10:30 p.m.
the party had ended hours ago, but you and the other people around your age—emi, jo, nicholas, and kei—all decided to stay and have a campfire that night. there was leftover food, drinks and dessert, so it was perfect.
emi was perched in jo’s lap, nicholas beside you, and kei across the fire. he looked like he was glowing, the way the hues of orange and red reflected off his skin.
you met his eyes briefly, while nicholas was telling a story to the group. you could see the flames dancing in his dark eyes, and it entranced you, so much so that you didn’t even want to look away.
“i’m gonna get another beer,” kei suddenly announced, hopping up from his chair. “can i get anyone anything?”
“i’ll take another beer,” nicholas said.
“can you get me another wine cooler?” emi asked. “and one for jo, too!”
“i’ll help you,” you offered, seeing as how everyone seemed to want something.
you stood up, following kei over to the drink cooler, a bit further away from the fire. the chatter of your friends dwindled out, almost silent when you made it to the cooler with kei.
he bent over and opened the cooler, fishing through the ice to pull out the drinks.
“did you want something?” he wondered.
“maybe just a water,” you replied.
he rummaged around and pulled out a bottle of water for you, the melted ice dripping off the bottom.
“not drinking?” he asked.
“no, not today,” you said.
“that’s good,” he responded. “i don’t usually either, but today…”
he trailed off, sighing. it was as though just remembering the fight he had with hana was stressing him out.
“i get it,” you assured him. “if there’s anything i can do, just let me know.”
kei looked up at you from where he was kneeling on the ground in front of the cooler, his eyes sparkling in the starlight. he swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.
“that’s nice of you,” he said. “why don’t i ever see you anymore?”
his question took you by surprise, how out of the blue it seemed.
“i-i don’t—”
“this is the first time i’ve seen you all year,” he interrupted. “it feels like ever since i started seeing hana, i stopped seeing you.”
you gulped. was it that obvious? if he picked on that, did he pick up on your feelings for him too?
you sputtered, wracking your brain for some kind of an excuse.
“i’ve just been busy, is all,” you told him. “schools ending, and i’m looking for a job, and—”
“you don’t like her,” kei said.
your heart was beating uncomfortably fast.
“hana?” you asked. “of course i do. i mean, i hardly know her.”
“i know,” he replied. “but i can tell. i’ve known you for ten years. i know you pretty well.”
you sighed. you weren’t sure you could talk yourself out of that one, talk yourself out of a literal fact.
“i’m sorry, kei,” you said. “i’m sure she’s great. i’m sure if i got to know her a little better, i’d like her. it’s just…”
he waited for you to go, only to realize you had nothing to say.
“it’s okay,” he concluded. “it’s okay that you don’t like her.”
“how is it okay?” you asked with a scoff. “i’ve hardly had one conversation with her.”
“so then why don’t you?” he wondered. “why don’t you like her?”
as much as you hated to admit it, you had a sneaking suspicion that he knew why. that he knew you hated his girlfriend because you were jealous, and that you wanted him for yourself.
“i just don’t,” you mumbled, staring down at the ground pathetically.
he stood up from where he was kneeling on the ground, carrying the drinks.
“we should probably head back,” he said, taking a step back towards the fire.
“wait,” you said, reaching out to catch his arm, stopping him from going further. “are you mad at me?”
he looked down at you, and for some reason, the corners of his lips tugged upwards ever so slightly.
“no,” he answered. “of course not.”
and then he was walking away, leaving you completely, utterly confused.
-
it felt just like old times—you and emi having a sleepover in her room, sharing a bed like you did in middle and high school.
some things never changed. she was fast asleep beside you, always the one to be able to fall asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. and you were always the one who laid awake beside her, staring up at the ceiling, deep in your thoughts.
back in middle and high school, those thoughts usually revolved around the person who was just across the hall from you guys. and now, it remains the same.
kei. you were thinking about him. some things really never do change.
it was the middle of the night. jo and nicholas had left hours ago, and although you weren’t planning on spending the night, it was too late at night to drive home. you were too spent anyway after the long day.
you turned onto your side, staring at the closed door. you imagined yourself getting up and out of bed, walking over to the door, stepping across the hall and sneaking into kei’s room.
you imagined him lifting the covers up on his bed, welcoming you in. him pressing his body against yours, his lips against yours. his hands running up and down, exploring every part of you, his mouth moving down and down and down—
you exhaled shakily, forcing yourself to stop thinking about it. you couldn’t think about your best friends brother in such a way when she was fast asleep right beside you.
but you could think about it somewhere else.
you tugged yourself out of bed and tiptoed out of the room, quietly shutting the door behind you. you were just going to go downstairs, have a glass of water in the kitchen, and return to bed once you were cooled down from thinking of kei.
that was what you did. you navigated the kitchen in the dark, pouring yourself a glass of water. then, you sat at the counter and drank slowly, thoughts of his hands on your body flashing through your mind.
it was bad. it was horrible. the man was just upstairs, asleep, and belonging to someone else, and yet your brain was coming up with tons of different less than appropriate scenarios.
you finished your water quickly. you were thirstier than you’d thought.
luckily, you felt a bit better and decided you might actually be able to get some sleep now. so, back upstairs you went, only just as you were about to go back into emi’s room, kei’s door opened.
he looked down at you, surprised to see you standing there in the dark hallway.
“i thought i heard noises.”
“sorry,” you said, keeping your voice hushed. “i just needed a glass of water.”
“oh,” he said, whispering. “are you going back to bed?”
“yeah,” you answered, whispering back. “are you?”
“i couldn’t sleep,” he admitted.
“me neither,” you responded.
“do you wanna come into my room so we don’t have to whisper?” he asked.
that was an offer you were never going to decline.
so, you ended up in kei’s room, sitting on his bed with him. only the soft light of his bedside lamp illuminated the room, making it dim and cozy.
“why can’t you sleep?” you wondered. “are you thinking about hana?”
“i guess,” kei responded, leaning back on his palms, fingers sinking into the thick comforter. “more so about how you don’t like her.”
you swallowed.
“don’t think about that,” you said. “it doesn’t even matter what i think.”
you were staring down at your lap, fidgeting with your fingers.
“of course it does,” kei said. “i care what you think.”
your eyebrows twitched downwards into a frown.
“why?” you wondered with a scoff.
“what do you mean why?” he asked. “i just do. i care about you, so naturally i care what you think. if you had a boyfriend, would you care whether or not i liked them?”
you took a moment to answer.
“yes,” you declared. “but not for the same reasons you have.”
“why, then?”
you weren’t sure what it was that made you say what you said next. the dimness in his room, the late hours of the night, the fact that he was sitting so close to you you could feel the heat radiating from his body—you didn’t know.
“because i like you,” you said, mumbling because you felt so pathetic. “it’s probably the reason i don’t even have a boyfriend—because i like you too much.”
you nervously glanced over at him, anxious to see what his reaction would be. but you couldn’t tell. he was just staring back at you, face practically the same, but with a slight jump in his eyebrows.
maybe he was surprised. you liked to think you managed to hide your crush on him fairly well.
“you…what?”
“‘m not saying it again,” you said. “i probably shouldn’t have said it at all.”
he was just staring blankly, and it drove you crazy to have no idea what he was thinking. but then his gaze, ever so slightly, hardened. his jaw clenched, eyes darkening.
“you’re right,” he said. “you shouldn’t have said that.”
your heart sunk. what were you thinking? telling a taken man that you had feelings for him, as if he could ever reciprocate them.
your eyes stung, your throat closing up and burning with the need to cry.
“i-i—”
“now everything is that much harder,” kei continued. “how am i supposed to act normal now in front of hana knowing you like me?”
“it’s not like we see each other often,” you tried to assure him. “it doesn’t need to change anything.”
“oh, come on, y/n,” he said gruffly. “it changes everything.”
“why?” you asked, attempting to blink back your tears.
his expression soften when he noticed the glimmer in your eyes, the vulnerability written all over your face.
“because i always had the suspicion,” he began, and you swore he was moving closer, “the suspicion that you liked me. but since i didn’t know for sure, i never did anything about it. and now i know for sure, and…”
you were hanging onto every last one of his words.
“and what?” you urged, desperate.
“and i can’t do anything about it,” he mumbled.
his face was right in front of yours, his palm pressing into the bed. just a couple inches closer and you would’ve been kissing.
“but would you do something about it?” you asked, your voice hardly coming out above a whisper. “if you didn’t have a girlfriend?”
his gaze flickered down to your lips, back to your eyes, and they seemed to alternate between the two spots for what felt like a lifetime.
“i feel like i might do something anyway,” he admitted.
and then he did. he closed the gap of space between your lips, finally kissing you for the first time.
you felt like melting. you felt the pressure of his lips against yours, your lips moving like fluid together in perfect unison, and you thought it might kill you.
you dove your hands into his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. kei nudged the tip of his tongue against your lips, and when you opened, he slid it into your mouth, mixing his saliva with yours.
he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you on top of his lap so you were straddling him, knees on either side of his hips.
the kiss was quick to get messy. your hands were buried in his hair, while his roamed your body and caressed your skin. your tongues rubbed together, spilling drool out the sides of your mouths.
before you knew it, your hips were jutting back and forth on his lap, rubbing against his growing erection. he sighed against your mouth, reaching down to squeeze your ass, helping guide you against him.
“kei,” you moaned against his lips.
you were starting to find it hard to kiss him back, already so far gone and lost in a haze of the pleasure that rubbing yourself on him was bringing. that didn’t deter him, though, as he continued kissing you, continued licking into your mouth.
you could hardly keep up, and so you let him take the lead. he lifted you up off his lap, laying you down flat on your back on his mattress, pulling you right to the edge of the bed. you watched as he sunk to his knees on the floor and spread your legs, dark eyes staring up at you.
he rubbed your thighs, bare aside from the short pair of pajama shorts you had on. he ran his large hands up, pushing the fabric as he went, and then slid them back down to your knees. the teasing was driving you crazy, so much so that you couldn’t help your hips from bucking up in desperation.
“please,” you whimpered, struggling to meet his intimidating gaze. “please, kei.”
he hummed in satisfaction.
“you’re pretty when you beg,” he said, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your shorts. “makes it hard not to give you what you want.”
he slid your shorts down your legs then, breath catching in his throat when he saw you weren’t wearing any panties. you were just bare now from the waist down, all splayed out on his bed for him.
he stared for a moment, taking in the sight of you. but then he couldn’t go another second without touching you, so he leaned in and pressed his lips to the inside of your thigh.
you sighed in pleasure, your fingers sliding through his dark hair. he pressed soft kisses along your thigh, then the other one, keeping a firm grip on your hips as he did so.
then, finally, he licked a long stripe up from the bottom of your pussy to the top. you let out a moan that was a little too loud given the time of night and circumstances—your best friend just across the hall and their parents just a couple rooms down.
kei acted fast, slapping a hand over your mouth to muffle your sounds. you felt dizzy, like your head wasn’t even attached to your body. it felt so good.
“shhh,” he scolded, slowly pulling his hand away. “don’t want emi to hear you, hm?”
you rapidly shook your head, eyes wide at just the thought of emi catching you spread out on her brother’s bed, his face between your thighs.
with your feet planted flat on the mattress, your legs were spread just wide enough for kei to fit between. he held onto your thighs, making sure your stayed spread for him as he slid his tongue up and down your folds, savoring your taste and your warmth.
“that’s it,” he cooed, tilting his head to the side to get a better angle. “taste so fucking good for me, baby.”
your jaw went slack as you watched his tongue swirl around your pussy, scooping up your wetness and swallowing it like water from a bowl. he pressed his tongue inside you, fucking it in and out of your clenching hole, the tip of his nose rubbing against your clit.
“kei,” you cried out as quietly as you could, holding back so, so much more. “p-please don’t stop.”
he hummed, dark eyes looking up at you. he fucked you with his impressive tongue, and the sensation of his nose bumping your clit was so minimal and soft, but so unbelievably stimulating at the same time. you didn’t know getting head could feel this good, but then again, it didn’t surprise you because it was kei. you were in love with the guy, and you just knew he had to be good at it.
he pulled his tongue from your cunt and moved up to wrap his lips around your puffy clit, sucking on it softly and occasionally sliding his tongue over it for extra attention. you let your head fall back against the mattress because you were too weak to keep holding it up, too dizzy from his electric tongue.
eyes rolling back into your head, you felt kei’s fingers suddenly prodding at your entrance before sliding in. you were soaking wet, so it wasn’t hard for him to slide them in, slowly beginning to thrust them in and out, your walls clenching around them.
he circled your clit in circles with the tip of his tongue while his fingers massaged your insides, so long that they were able to reach deep, deep inside of you, enough to hit that spot that made your body tense, a squeal on the tip of your tongue.
kei watched you carefully, gauging what you responded especially well to, and you definetely liked this. you definetely liked when he fucked you with his fingers while flicking his tongue back and forth over your clit.
he’d remember that for next time.
he could tell you were close without you even needing to say anything. he could feel your poor cunt tightening and un-tightening around his fingers, could feel your clit throbbing in his mouth. your body was tense and your chest was heaving. you were so close, and he wanted to get you there.
“i’m gonna cum,” you told him, voice breaking.
“i know,” he responded, fingers moving nice and deep. “go ahead, baby. i’ve got you.”
his words and the way he was practically coaxing it out of you gave you no choice. you had to let go.
your jaw fell slack and you squeezed his blanket between your fingers as you started to cum. he kept moving his fingers in and out, kept that painfully delicious circling of his tongue against your clit to milk out your high, to get the most out of you that he could.
he watched you in awe, his cock twitching in his pants at the sight of you cumming. he wanted to fuck you so bad. he had for so long now, just like you.
your thighs were shaking by the time you were done coming down from your high. your hole fluttered around air when he pulled his fingers out, glistening with your wetness.
all you could do was lay there on his bed, trembling from the intensity of your orgasm. kei stood up from the floor, standing between your bare legs, his cock straining in his pants.
you opened your heavy eyelids and trailed your gaze down to his cock. then, with a second wind, you moved to kneel before him on the bed, tugging his pants down enough for his dick to be revealed.
you couldn’t believe it, as you were face to face with his impressive length. you couldn’t believe the man you had been in love with, had been quietly obsessing over for years, was in front of you know, with his cock right in front of you, ready to be taken into your mouth.
blinking up at him, kei brought his hand into your hair and gently urged your forward, needing to feel the warmth and wetness of your mouth around his painfully hard dick.
“that’s it,” he cooed as you gripped his shaft and wrapped your lips around his pink tip, licking up the salty precum there. “good girl.”
you felt yourself wanting to smile at the praise. instead, you braced yourself and pushed his cock in deeper, your throat contracting around it. you gagged, but forced yourself to keep going because you wanted to impress him.
you wanted to make him forget all about his girlfriend.
“fuuuuck,” kei groaned, keeping his hand at the back of your head for support. “that’s so fucking good, baby.”
his praise only motivated you even more. you took him deeper until his length was all the way in your throat, and your nose was pressed to his pelvis area. he sighed, looking down at you. you were such a pretty sight there, taking his cock in your mouth so prettily.
but he didn’t want to cum like this. he could have, and maybe if it was another time, he would’ve wanted to cum all over your pretty face or even down your throat, but not now.
he wanted to fuck you before anything else.
“can you get on your stomach for me, baby?” he asked you gently, tapping your cheek.
you pulled off his dick with a gasp, looking up at him with watery eyes.
“you’re gonna fuck me?” you asked, like you couldn’t believe it was really going to happen.
“i’d like to, yeah,” he answered, stepping out of his pants. “that okay with you?”
you immediately began nodding your head.
“yes,” you said, moving to lay down on your stomach like he’d told you. “please.”
kei smirked, kneeling on the mattress behind you. he grabbed your hips, his touch gentle but affirmative. he raised your hips up, getting you into position, and then lined himself up with your pussy.
slowly, he slid in, hissing at the feeling of you wrapped around him. you were so tight and warm, it made his head feel light, and he was so big and heavy inside you that the stretch hurt a bit for the first few minutes.
once he was all the way inside you, you tensed, holding your breath and clenching your eyes shut as you tried to work through the pain of his cock tearing you apart.
“hey, relax, baby,” he cooed, rubbing the side of your hip soothingly. “breathe for me.”
you let out a shaky exhale, your cheek pressed against the mattress. it took all of kei’s self control not to start moving, not to start slamming in and out of you and fucking you the way he wanted. yet at the same time, he wanted to take his time with you, to make sure you were feeling okay before he did a thing.
“move, please,” you said, looking back at him with stars on your eyes.
he hummed, slowly pulling out before pushing back in, going so slow that you could feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein and on his cock rubbing against your walls.
“kei,” you cried out, his pace torturously slow, but so, so good.
“i know, baby,” he cooed, making you feel it deep. “you feel so good for me.”
he started fucking you a little faster, watching you closely to make sure you were okay. you seemed to be, if the way you were moaning and whimpering and calling out his name was any indication.
even kei, by that point, had forgotten about his sister across the hall, his parents just a little further down. like you, he was too far gone now to know or even care. all that mattered was the two of you in this room, doing what you were doing.
somehow, he didn’t think about his girlfriend once. he knew it should’ve been at least at the back of his mind, an image of her face and the relationship he was in the midst of destroying, but it was like he simply forgot she existed. he was fucking you. you of all people, and he simply did not care about anything or anyone else in that moment.
the bed creaked with the pace of his thrusts, now consistent and fast. the sound of his skin hitting your hips penetrated off the walls in his bedroom, making the room hot and steamy. anyone who pressed their ear against the door would’ve known what was happening in there.
kei pressed down on your back, forcing you to arch for him, and he groaned as you did, as he was able to reach a deeper angle inside you, one that had you gasping, curling your fingers around his comforter.
“there you go, baby,” he purred. “that’s my good girl.”
“o-oh my god, kei,” you cried, craning your neck to look back at him. “it’s so f-fucking deep in me, mmm.”
“i know, baby,” he said. “can you feel me right here?”
he placed his hand over your stomach, feeling it bulge slightly every time he thrusted in. you choked on a sob, nodding.
“yes, kei!” you cried. “i feel it i-in my tummy.”
kei moaned, throwing his head back as he slammed in and out of you, so deep he felt like he was fucking your cervix. he pulled you up by your waist, wrapping an arm around your stomach to keep you upright against his chest. he rutted into you, chest pressed to your back.
“you like that, baby?” he asked, moving your hair to the side to kiss your neck. “you like my cock?”
“nghhh, yes, kei!” you sobbed, body trembling in his embrace, his arm around your stomach like a seatbelt.
“tell me,” he growled. “tell me how much you like it.”
“i love it,” you moaned, your body limp in his embrace. “i love your cock. f-feels so fucking good in me.”
“mmm, good girl,” kei praised.
he pulled out suddenly, gently laying you down on your back before spreading your legs and pushing back in.
“wanna see your face when you cum all over my cock,” he told you, holding your legs up around his waist. “can you do that for me, baby? you wanna cum for me?”
you looked up at his face, jaw slack at just how gorgeous he was. he was somehow even more gorgeous than normal when he was fucking you, when his face was glistening with sweat, hair falling into his perfect face.
“yes,” you mewled, nodding quickly. “i wanna cum, please. ‘m so fucking close.”
he pushed your legs up to your chest and began slamming into you, reaching deep inside to the spongey spot in you, one that made you lose sense of everything. you were beyond gone, sobbing from how good it felt, your body tingling.
kei kept fucking you harder and harder as your body went completely slack and your orgasm washed over you in powerful, intense waves. he watched your eyes roll, drool slipping out of your mouth and onto his sheets.
“yeah, that’s it,” he growled. “cum all over my dick.”
you couldn’t even make a sound because you were so fucked out. all you could do was let him continue fucking you, drawing out the aftershocks of your high. he was still chasing his own, and intensely worked to get there, fucking and fucking you until it finally hit him too.
he groaned, leaning down to bury his face in your neck as he pumped full of his hot, large load. you could his warmth fill you, and you tightened around him, soaking it all up.
the sex was so good that you wanted to shout out that you loved him. you felt it even more in that moment than you ever had before. it was easily the best sex you’d ever had in your life.
he slowly rut into you a couple more times, milking it out. he hesitated to pull out, but knew he’d have to so he could get you both cleaned up.
slowly, he pulled his cock out and moved to lay next to you on the bed. he stared up at his ceiling, letting it hit him what he’d just done. he glanced over at you to make sure you were okay, and then it didn’t matter what he’d just done to his girlfriend. he found it so difficult to think about her when you were right there, looking ethereal after just getting fucked so hard.
“you okay?” he asked you, reaching over to caress your cheek.
“yeah,” you answered, offering a small smile. “just sleepy.”
“sleep,” he urged, sitting up before getting up from bed. “i’ll grab a towel.”
he pulled his pants back on before disappearing from his room. he returned a moment later with a warm compress, and gently spread your legs apart to clean you up. you laid there, your body relaxing under his soothing touches.
just when you thought you were going to fall asleep, though, you remembered emi. your best friend asleep in the other room, unaware that you’d just slept with her older brother.
“you don’t think…” you trailed off with a gulp. “do you think she heard?”
“who, em?” kei asked, crawling into bed next to you. “the walls are thick. and even if she did, she…she probably would’ve thought it was hana.”
that would’ve made sense, you reminded yourself. of course she would assume the noises, if she’d heard them, had been kei and his girlfriend. not kei and her best friend.
“i should go back to her room,” you mumbled.
kei had just wrapped his arms around you, pulled you into his chest.
“not yet,” he said, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. “get some sleep. i’ll wake you when it’s a good time to go back.”
“you sure?” you asked, but you were already relaxing in his grip, letting your eyes close.
“i’m sure,” he confirmed.
you let out a content sigh, falling asleep with ease with kei’s strong arms wrapped around your waist.
-
a couple hours later, when it was around a time where emi could possibly have been waking up, kei woke you to go back to her room.
he kissed you gently, then helped you get redressed and sent you on your way. you tiptoed across the hall, and ever-so carefully opened the door to her room.
you sighed in relief to find her still asleep in her bed in the same exact position she was in when you left. she hadn’t woken up once.
you quietly lifted the covers and crawled back into bed beside he, sighing again tiredly.
you tried to fall back asleep but it was a lost cause. you’d left her room in the first place to help ease all the thoughts that had been swarming your mind, but now it was even worse.
now it was worse because you’d just slept with kei. the man you loved. the man who was the older brother of your best friend. the man who belonged to someone else.
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his chest pressed to your back, arm tucked under your arch, the other arm dangling off your curved side. his plush sleep hoodie nuzzling into your warm skin. his breath was steady, silent, gentle breaths that brushed the back of your ear in a steady lullaby. his body heat wraps around you like an extra blanket.
soft embrace, delicate nature, holding you close to him, the back of your head sinking into his chest. feeling your heart beats sync into a deep melody. he shift around in his sleep, light shaky breaths stirring through him, his hand tightening its grip around you, pulling you closer to him like a soft plushie protecting him from nightmares.
you had freshly squeezed between his arms after a hot shower, your still hair damp— soaking the shared pillow case beneath you, droplets of water running down your neck.
he pulled you closer, and closer. until his chin rested just above your forehead. his arms wrapped, tight, too tight. your ass pressed right into him, deep enough where you could feel the outline of his length, not hard, but not soft. his hips buck, pushing the thickness harder along your lower back. “yudai?” you tilt your head, trying to face him— cut off by his hand cupping your mouth, silencing the baffled pleas.
he grind his hips, long, slow drags. a disciplined massage, sluggish rolling that felt too slow for pleasure. he whine softly against your ear, pulling back just enough to reposition, cuddling into the crook of your neck.
the thin fabric of his sleeping shorts barely covers the throbbing hardness; he jerks, harder. every selfish roll pooling right between your legs, the arousal building underneath. your thighs squeeze, almost trying to compress the burning need that filled your mind. your panties feel too tight, clinging to your wetness— your shorts rolling up with every unwavering stutter of his hips.
he hump your back like a needy bunny, whimpers that strike into your gut.
“mmm… fuck~ nghh…” he cooed, arm shifting around your neck, pressing just hard enough where a shaky, breathy gasp broke out. his hand never left your mouth, elbow pressing deeper against your neck. his whines turned into messy, deep groans. vibrating of the soft skin of your neck, burying themselves deeper into your tissue. the damp fabric of his shorts seeps into your back, feeling the thick sticky precum sink onto your skin.
the plush covers muffle the obscene noises. he pulled back, far enough where you noticed an absence. you feel the rustling behind you, his once hard length ghosts its position, the covers lift ever so slightly— a thick stream of cold air circles the damp fabric on your back.
his hand toys with your shorts, fingers digging between your thighs, then it hits— a long slide in between your legs, his bulbous tip breaks past, a slick glide against your inner thighs. against your clothed, swollen clit the steady friction kindles sparks. so slowly, so carefully, he breaks, the long throbbing veins pulsing against your heat. his arm tightens, just enough to receive a breathy whimper. you gave up on fighting it; you knew he wouldn’t budge. whatever plan he had was going to be executed, no matter how much you begged. despite his oddly adorable snorlax pajamas, he felt more like a hungry beast than a tranquil animal.
your thighs clench, pressing the thick cock closer to your clit— letting the pleasure build, even if it was slow. with every pump, his tip slicks your shorts, damper, bunching your wet panties to his dick. the fabric’s friction was the only sense of pleasure you could get.
his groans go deeper, his hips slapping yours, filthy, messy, and needy. yudai’s hand clawed deeper at your cheek, gripping onto what he was trying to claim, arm softening— not in a merciful way, the way that told you he was getting close. his sensitive state made the once dominant push blossom into an incoherent, needy mess. he got more frantic, his hips snapped louder— whines filtered the shell of your ear, nose buried into the nape. the wet mess builds quickly. he’s humping your back like a bunny in heat, whimpering into you, grunting until all that’s left are slurred words too foreign to be translated.
he slows, a long draw, a pull back just where his tip jerks at your sensitive, swollen bud, feeling the building arousal mix through the fabric. desperate rolls of your hips were met with a deep, telling grunt— “…ngh~ stop— you’re messing up my tempo….”
and he pushes with one last long pathetic snap that blurs your vision, ruthless— his sharp hit choking your sobs. arm losing its strength, softening around you. his cock twitched.
long thick ropes of white cum hit the front of your shorts, seeping through the soft, thin material. he curl deeper into you, letting his cock sink further against your damp panties.
he whines into your ear. you feel his hips spasm, body limp against your back. slowly coming down from his high. pressing soft peppered kisses against your nape. his hips still— never daring to milk himself just yet.
