#koga yudai

[slytherinshua]

୨ৎ　SAPPHIRE DREAMS　( 古賀祐大 )

genre fluff , royalty au , soft thoughts , prince!k x fem!reader   cw not proofread   wc 391   request yes   note prince k scratches an itch in my brain like he just fits so well   net @kstrucknet @lune-net

lazy days with prince!yudai where you stay in bed and cuddle the entire morning. sure, maybe he skipped a few meetings to be there with you instead. and maybe he snuck you in through his window, but everyone in the kingdom already knows that you will be his bride. there’s nothing to hide anymore, and that makes yudai even more daring.

he’s not even the crown prince anyway, so his duties are less important than his brother’s. and this means he has the privilege of a more carefree lifestyle— one that includes lots of cuddling with you. his bed is large and luxurious, with pillows that feel like clouds and blankets softer than you’ve ever felt in your entire life. yudai’s body is always warm and the scent of his cologne is addicting. 

you love nuzzling your face in his neck and feeling his strong arms wrap your body up in his hold. sometimes he whispers teasing remarks in your ear that make you blush or roll your eyes. other times you are the one to tease him by kissing a sensitive spot on his neck or staring at him in a certain way that makes his heart do somersaults. 

although you’re both nothing more than two hopelessly romantic lovers, there’s nothing more peaceful than uninterrupted time in each other’s arms. you love yudai’s long hair, especially when he lets you play with it (which is always, because he could never refuse you anything). running your hands through the silky locks, pushing the strands back to reveal his pretty forehead. he lets you do anything while watching you in attentive silence. you could braid it back or tie it up, and he would only giggle looking in the mirror after you were done. 

sometimes you end up dozing off together due to how relaxing the atmosphere is. with your legs tangled and warmth surrounding you from the blankets. you love waking up before yudai and admiring his sleeping face. he looks like an angel with his hair falling perfectly over his face and soft breaths escaping his parted lips. when you kiss him awake he smiles at you, pulling you closer without opening his eyes and wishing you and him could stay like this forever. nothing to interrupt you or bother you, just peaceful quiet basking in each other’s presence.

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[deer-hunter]

wonderful world

[ninisdollie]

this is my princess in case you guys were curious <3

[kimishidairessha]

😉😉

[starryjake]

neighbors | k.y

in which you have feelings for your dilf neighbor.

pairing: koga yudai x fem!reader

includes: age gap (reader is early twenties, k is almost thirty), dilf k, k is divorced, fingering, unprotected sex, daddy kink (lmk if i missed anything).

a/n: first full length &team smut! i love k so much so this is LONG! but its worth the read i think. enjoy!

the crying. the never ending, slightly muffled wailing sound piercing into your ears as you tried to sleep.

having lived in your apartment for about five months then, you were used to it. your neighbor, k, was an incredibly nice man. he was a single father, therefore you tried not to get annoyed whenever you heard that baby crying in the middle of the night. you knew he didn’t have it easy, having to take care of a baby on his own.

but that night, you were exhausted.

you’d worked a double shift, a rather awful double shift. it was long and when you got back to your apartment, all you wanted to do was go to sleep considering you had to be back at work early the next morning.

but you couldn’t sleep, not with that baby crying so loud.

you huffed and threw the covers off your body, trudging out of bed. you didn’t even bother changing out of your pajamas—a matching set with a cherry pattern. you threw on some slippers and dragged yourself out of your apartment.

in the hallway, you took a few steps and landed in front of k’s door. you could hear the baby crying even more prominently from out there.

you knocked as softly as you could, wanting him to hear it but not wanting to disrupt the baby even more.

you could hear shuffling from behind the door before the door unlocked, and there appeared a very tired looking k with the crying baby in his arms.

you suddenly felt even worse about storming over there, seeing how he looked even more tired than you.

“gosh, i’m sorry, y/n,” he sighed. “i know you’re probably trying to sleep, she just won’t go down tonight. i don’t know what it is, she just keeps crying.”

“oh,” you said, feeling guilt pang in your chest. “it’s okay. i just came to ask if you needed any help?”

that was not, in fact, why you went over there. however, seeing him look the way he did, you knew he could use another hand.

“i couldn’t ask you to do that,” he responded.

“you don’t have to ask,” you said. “i wanna help.”

you mostly wanted to help so you could get the baby down and finally get some sleep. however, you did want to help k out of the goodness of your heart, knowing he probably needed it but was too stubborn to ask.

he was married, now divorced. his wife left only a few months after the baby was born, unable to handle being a mother. you’d lived next door the entire time and the walls were so thin that you could hear their fights. but then one night, it stopped.

you got closer to k once he and his wife divorced. you brought him coffee sometimes from the coffee shop you worked at or brought him groceries, but you’d never helped him take care of his child.

you were younger than him. you’d never taken care of a child before. he was reaching 30, while you were still in your early twenties.

“okay,” he responded, completely and utterly defeated because of the baby.

he stepped out of the doorway so you could come inside. he led you to the baby’s nursery.

“i’ve been trying for hours,” he explained. “i don’t know what it is and i feel like a horrible dad for not knowing.”

“you’re not a horrible dad,” you told him. “can i see her?”

he carefully handed his child over to you. you held her like you were holding the world’s most fragile piece of china.

“why aren’t you going to sleep?” you asked her in a soft voice, slowly rocking her back and forth against your chest. “i know you’re sleepy.”

k watched you interact with his child. you were so soft and sweet and gentle with her, it made his heart swell. and you were still in your pajamas, your hair slightly messy from your pillow. he thought you were stunning.

he’d always thought you were stunning. from the day you moved in next door and brought him homemade cookies to introduce yourself, he was attracted. he had his wife then, but still allowed himself to acknowledge your beauty.

then, his wife was gone, but you were there and still so frustratingly pretty. but he never acted on it. he was almost positive you wouldn’t be interested in him. he was handsome, yes, but he was a dad and was almost 10 years older than you. you surely could have your choice of any man and he was sure that man wouldn’t be him.

k was so entranced staring at you that he hadn’t even noticed the crying sound died down, and eventually had come to an ultimate stop.

the baby fell asleep in your arms.

you ever so carefully placed her in her crib, and k watched in dismay. you casually snuck past him, leaving the room, and he followed, softly shutting the door behind him.

“how the hell did you do that?” he asked, following you into the kitchen.

“i honestly don’t know,” you admitted. “maybe she just needed a woman’s touch.”

“i don’t even know how to thank you,” he gushed.

“don’t worry about it,” you assured him sweetly. “a good night of sleep is enough for me.”

“me too,” he said. “well, thank you a ton, seriously.”

he walked you back over to the door.

“not a problem,” you responded. “goodnight.”

“goodnight,” he replied.

you walked out and back into your apartment, able to fall asleep as soon as you got back into bed.

-

a few nights later, you’d had a similar day as the one you had before. you’d worked an awful double shift and wanted nothing more than to just sleep and wake up to a better day.

you got into bed and waited. you waited for the torturous sound of that baby wailing to start up, but it never did.

you waited and waited, half waiting for yourself to fall asleep and half waiting for the crying to begin. neither happened.

you were getting more frustrated by the second. first you couldn’t fall asleep because of the sound of the baby crying but now you couldn’t fall asleep because it wasn’t crying? you were going insane, surely.

you sat up in your bed, ready to trudge to the living room to put a show on since it was clear sleep was not coming your way anytime soon.

however, before you could do that, your phone vibrated with a text message alert.

you picked it up, surprised to find it was k texting you at nearly 12 o’clock in the morning.

k - you still awake?

y/n - i am…why is it so quiet over there?

k - baby is with my parents tonight. i thought i’d fall asleep in a minute but it’s so eerily quiet that i can’t.

he was having the same exact problem you were.

y/n - agreed. i was about to go watch tv since i can’t sleep lol

k - i have a better idea

y/n - i’m listening

k - i’ve got an unopened bottle of wine calling our names.

and that was how you ended up at k’s apartment at midnight, once again in your pajamas, splitting a bottle of white wine.

“i still can’t get over how easily you got her to stop crying the other night,” k gushed, his half empty glass in his grasp.

you were both sat on his couch in his living room, close but not close enough that you were touching.

“i don’t know,” you admitted. “she must just like me.”

“yeah, well i don’t blame her,” he replied. your eyebrow raised, but before you could think about what he meant by that, he added, “it’s so weird without her here. i feel like i have all this freedom for the night and yet i’m still here in my apartment.”

“hey, you’re drinking wine with your awesome neighbor,” you said. “that’s something.”

k laughed at that, his arm snaking around the top of the couch. if you took just a few scoots closer to him, his arm would be around you.

“you’re right,” he said. “i’m surprised you came.”

“really? how come?” you wondered.

“i don’t know many people your age that would spend a friday night drinking wine with their almost 30-year-old neighbor,” he explained, taking a small sip of said wine.

“trust me, i’d much rather be here than out at a club or something,” you responded.

“yeah? how come?” he questioned.

“this is just more my vibe,” you shrugged. “plus you’re cooler than i think you give yourself credit for.”

you took a rather large sip of wine, feeling the bitter liquid waterfall down your throat and settle in your stomach. your body felt warm and your head started feeling lighter, the alcohol slowly hitting you.

“oh c’mon,” he laughed. “i’m a single dad who can’t even get my own baby to stop crying. i am not cool.”

“i think you are,” you shrugged, pressing your cheek against the couch cushion.

“well, you’re sweet,” he said.

your cheeks reddened. you pressed your face against the cushion further, trying to hide the fact that you were blushing. he’d barely said anything and yet you were already blushing.

truthfully, you had a crush on k. from the minute you’d first laid eyes on him, you could not believe he was your neighbor. you were disappointed to find out he had a wife, and secretly excited when you found out they were getting a divorce.

you wanted him and you tried your best to make that known, but it’d been months and nothing had ever happened between you two.

“don’t hide,” he laughed softly, scooting ever so slightly closer to you.

you took another sip of the wine, swallowing the rest of it. your body relaxed at the sensation of the alcohol taking over your head. you felt light like you were a speck of dust in the air.

you giggled a little, pressing your hand to your face and feeling your warm cheeks.

“are you hot?” he asked, smiling down at you.

“mhm,” you nodded. “but not as hot as you.”

yeah, you were tipsy. you never would’ve been so bold completely sober.

“oh, am i?” he asked, raising an eyebrow, taken aback by your forwardness.

“yeah,” you answered, scanning his attractive face. you bit your lower lip. “really hot.”

he chuckled, feeling himself blush like he was back in high school again. you were not yourself. you were drunk, and as much as he enjoyed seeing you flirt so shamelessly with him, he knew he couldn’t do anything about it. not that night.

“so sweet,” he cooed, “and i can say the same for you.”

“really?” you said. “you think i’m hot?”

“of course,” he responded, staring down at his hand as it inched closer to your thigh. “you’re very, very pretty.”

suddenly, his hand was on your thigh. you looked down at it, how big his hand was, how heavy and warm it felt on your leg. you placed your hand on top of his and looked back up at his face.

the tension between you two was thick. you wanted more of him and he desperately wanted more of you, but he couldn’t. what he was doing then was far enough.

he patted your thigh before removing it all together.

“you’re drunk, honey,” he said.

you pouted slightly at the loss of his hand on you.

“‘m not that drunk,” you slurred.

he laughed, standing up from the couch. he helped you rise to your feet, and you swayed slightly once you were standing.

“i disagree,” he replied. “c’mon, i’ll walk you back.”

you tried to hide the fact that you were sulking as he walked you back to your own apartment. he kept a firm grip on your arm to keep you from stumbling.

you fumbled with the lock and key before getting the door to your apartment open and stepping inside. you and k walked to your bedroom. he lifted the covers for you and helped you slide in.

“comfy?” he asked, tucking you in sweetly.

“mhm,” you hummed, your eyelids suddenly growing heavy. “k?”

“yeah?”

“will you stay until i fall asleep?”

it was a silly request. you were a grown woman and you didn’t need your neighbor to stay with you until you fell asleep, but you wanted him around. his company made you feel safe and warm.

he smiled at your sweet words.

“yeah,” he assured you. “i’ll stay.”

he moved to sit on the other side of your bed, his back propped up against your array of pillows. he didn’t try to touch you or hold you, just simply laid beside you.

with the state you were in, it didn’t take you long to fall asleep at all. two minutes and you were out like a light.

k stayed for a bit longer, examining your delicate face and the steady rhythm of your chest rising up and down. he thought you were the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.

-

your head was pounding the minute you woke up and you were immediately mortified in remembrance of what you did yesterday.

flirting with your older, recently divorced neighbor? what were you thinking?

half asleep, you grabbed your phone from off your nightstand and located your text messages with him.

y/n - k, i’m so sorry about yesterday

next door, k was already awake, standing in front of the coffee machine and eagerly awaiting for his cup to be brewed. he noticed his phone vibrate and was delighted to find a text message from you.

he was surprised that you were apologizing.

k - good morning. sorry for what?

y/n - the way i acted. i know it was inappropriate so i hope i didn’t make you uncomfortable :(

you were so shy and innocent, k actually thought it was cute: the fact that you were apologizing for simply calling him hot yesterday.

k - you have nothing to apologize for, y/n. it was actually really nice drinking with you. we should do it again sometime.

the contents of his text woke you up slightly. you were surprised he actually wanted to do it again after the way you acted.

you sent him a response telling him you would love that before turning your phone back off and going back to sleep in hopes that your hangover would feel better once you woke up.

-

the flat screen tv in front of you played a romantic comedy, one you weren’t really paying any attention to. you couldn’t, not with k sitting right next to you, close enough that your legs were touching.

his body heat was radiating off of him like a furnace, making your own body warm. his eyes were glued to the screen, you found when you glanced over at him.

feeling your eyes on him, he looked back at you, offering you a sly grin.

it was a few days later since you’d last gone over to his place. this time, you weren’t going to let yourself get so drunk in front of him. you didn’t need to embarrass yourself again.

again, his baby was staying with his parents leaving the apartment all to himself, which made it the perfect night to invite you over for a movie.

“you okay?” he asked.

“yeah,” you affirmed, blushing from being caught looking at him.

he chuckled breathily, suddenly taking the initiative to wrap his arm around you. a part of you had been waiting for him to do so all night.

you felt relaxed as your head rested on his shoulder. he caressed your arm with his thumb, looking back to the screen like what he was doing wasn’t a big deal.

it wasn’t a big deal. all he’d done was put his arm around you, yet you were freaking out internally. just his touch alone was enough to drive you crazy.

it didn’t help that he looked so good that night too. you were used to seeing him in business and formal clothes, but he was dressed comfortable and casually then in gray sweatpants and a hoodie, and he looked amazing. he smelled so good too. you were practically writhing beside him.

he noticed your restlessness, your fidgeting, your occasional glances at him.

“are you tired?” he asked. “we can finish the movie another night if you wanna get some sleep.”

“no, no, i’m not tired,” you assured. “just…”

you trailed off, too embarrassed to tell him you were so distracted and fidgety because of him.

“just what?”

the way he was looking at you didn’t help your case. his gaze made your squirm, crossing your legs and arms over yourself like you were trying to hide from him.

“i-i don’t…”

you were pathetic, truly. you couldn’t even utter out a sentence.

“you’re cute,” k said, chuckling at your state. “is it because i put my arm around you? i can move it if you’d like.”

“no, i like it,” you assured, placing your hand on top of his wrist to keep it where it was. “i like having your hands on me.”

like a switch was flipped, the atmosphere suddenly changed. k’s eyebrow raised slightly, surprised by your entirely sober words.

“oh yeah?” he asked, his grip on your shoulder tightening slightly.

“mhm,” you hummed, feeling your heart start to beat faster.

“where else do you want my hands?” he wondered, a flirtatious tone to his voice. he moved his hand up to the back of your head, feeling your hair. “want them in your hair?”

your squeezed your thighs together with need. his words were making you more aroused by the second.

“no,” you answered.

“no?” he repeated, moving his hand down to your chin. he tilted your head to face him, your faces close. “how about here?”

you gulped, your eyes flickering down to his lips. suddenly, you were overcome with the need to have them on you, to feel them against your own. luckily, k seemed to have the same idea.

he leaned in and connected your lips together in a slow, deep kiss. your jaw fell slack right away, accepting his lips against your own and letting him take the ropes, knowing you would follow.

you found yourself shifting closer to his body, your hand snaking around his neck. you slid your fingers into his dark hair and tugged slightly on the roots, pushing his lips against you harder.

that encouraged him to slide his tongue into your mouth, where you proceeded to rub yours against him, tasting him and exchanging your saliva.

he eventually departed from your lips and trailed down to your neck, where he sucked on your sensitive skin. you gasped, throwing your head back slightly to give him better access.

while he kissed and nibbled on your neck, his hands trailed down your waist, rubbing your sides. his touch felt electric, unlike any other way you’d felt when other guys had touched you before.

k wasn’t like any of the other guys though. he was older and thus more experienced. it was like he knew your body better than you did because every touch he delivered to you felt amazing.

his hand slid under your shirt, caressing your warm bare skin. he trailed up to your bare breast, giving it a soft squeeze.

“fuck,” you whispered when his thumb grazed over your erect nipple.

“this okay?” he asked, glancing up at you.

“yes,” you answered. “please.”

“please what?” he asked, pulling your shirt up so it exposed your tits to him. “what do you need, sweetheart?”

“need you to touch me,” you told him, an underlying tone of desperation in your voice.

“i am touching you,” he responded, tweaking your nipple in between his slim fingers.

“more,” you cried out, jutting your hips up so he would get the idea of where you needed his touch.

he knew, even without you practically shoving it in his face. he could tell you were pent up and was eager to touch your pussy anyway, knowing it was probably absolutely drenched in your arousal.

“okay, baby,” he complied, hooking his fingers into your waistband. “i’ll give you what you want.”

he slid your pants down your legs, leaving you in just a pair of lacy baby blue underwear. he swallowed at the sight, at his beautiful neighbor who was sprawled out half naked on his couch, writhing for him.

“fuck,” he whispered, stroking your smooth inner thighs. “you are fucking beautiful.”

he was truly astonished, taking in your body in such dismay. he couldn’t believe you were all his to play with for the night.

finally, he reached out and rubbed your pussy over your underwear. your arousal was quick to seep through the fabric, making it stick to your pussy and accentuate your clit and folds.

k could feel the heat and wetness radiating through and wanted nothing more to stick his head between your thighs and lick the fabric until you were kicking him away from the overstimulation.

instead, he slid your panties down your legs and spread your knees apart. your pussy was glistening in arousal, begging silently to be played with.

you were slightly embarrassed, truth be told. this was your neighbor, your neighbor who you met while he was still married with a newborn child, and now you were naked on his couch, your pussy shamelessly on display right in front of him.

you turned your head to the side, hoping that if you didn’t watch, it would be less embarrassing for you.

k slid his middle and ring fingers up your slit, gathering the excess amount of arousal and spreading it all over your pussy. he ended up at your clit, rubbing it slowly.

you let out a pathetic moan, eyes rolling back into your head.

“you’re so sensitive,” he commented, sliding his fingers up and down your pussy again. “i’ve barely done anything and you’re soaked. does it really feel that good, baby?”

“yes,” you answered, trying to grind your hips against his fingers for more. “feels so fucking good, k. i need more.”

again, he gave you what you wanted. he slid his two fingers into your needy hole with ease from the built up arousal. you immediately clenched around the long digits, gasping at the intrusion.

“fuck!” you squealed, slapping a hand over your mouth.

k really liked how responsive you were to even his slightest touch. he wasn’t even moving his fingers, letting you adjust to the size of them, and yet you were moaning so prettily and feeling so good already.

“so fuckin’ pretty,” he muttered. “you feel so good around my fingers.”

you clenched around him at the praise. he slowly began moving his fingers inside you, pulling them out slightly and pushing them back in, massaging your walls.

the sound of his fingers thrusting in and out of your hole was lewd and loud and humiliating, but by then, you were already too far gone to care. besides, k thought it was just about the hottest thing ever: the noise, your body, your reactions, you.

he brought his thumb up to your clit and rubbed it in little circles while continuing to finger you. you grabbed his wrist, your chest heaving and making you pant like a dog.

“oh my god, k,” you cried out, your thighs starting to shake from how hard he was finger fucking. “i’m close.”

“yeah?” he responded. “you gonna cum all over my fingers?”

“yes!” you exclaimed, your stomach tightening as it started approaching at a record fast pace.

“fuck,” he muttered, feeling his cock twitch in his sweatpants. “be a good girl and cum for me then.”

you complied to his words, the knot in your stomach unraveling. you clenched as his fingers slammed in and out of your pussy, giving you the most out of your orgasm as you could get.

you moaned pathetically, your hips riding his fingers uncontrollably. your toes curled and your eyes rolled and it was by the far the hardest you’d ever cum in your life.

k watched in awe, feeling like he could cum with one stroke of his cock because of how turned on he was by watching you. you were such a grand sight and he couldn’t believe your reaction was all because of him.

he needed more of you.

“let’s go to my room,” he urged, helping you off the couch.

he lead the way down the hall to his bedroom, a room you’d never seen before. he immediately got on the bed and you followed, your lower half bare as you straddled his clothed lap.

he wrapped his arms around your waist and attached his lips back to your lips again. it was sloppier than your first kiss, but the eagerness and lust was evident. you just needed to feel each other and be as close as humanly possible.

he was quick to slide out of his sweatpants, revealing his long and thick cock that you just knew was by far the biggest out of anyone you’d been with. the thought of it being inside you made you gulp.

“you can take it,” he whispered reassuringly. “lay on your back, baby.”

you climbed off of his lap and laid flat on your back like he instructed you to do. he grabbed your thighs in his dominating hands and spread them apart, revealing your pussy. it was visibly wet and ready for him.

“please,” you whispered in desperation while he stared at your cunt.

“what do you want, baby?” he asked, a slight tease in his tone. “want me to fuck you? is that it?”

“yes!” you cried out. “please just fuck me, k.”

“fuck, angel,” he growled, wrapping his hand around his cock. “you make it hard to say no.”

he jerked himself for a moment before aligning his pink tip with your hole. just the contact alone made your body feel like it was electric. you could only imagine how it would feel when he was really inside you.

he found your hand, intertwining your fingers together as he slowly slid his length inside you. you winced, his size way bigger than anything you were used to. yet at the same time, the pain felt good because it was k.

he squeezed your hand once he was all the way inside, your pelvises pressed together.

“you okay?” he asked, leaning down to place a comforting kiss on your forehead.

you looked up at him. his dark hair was falling into his eyes, his cheeks with a rosy hue, and all in all, he looked stunning. you could feel it in your chest that you were falling in love with him.

you reached up, pressing your hand to the back of his neck. you pushed slightly to get him to come back down to your face level and connected your lips together. he smiled against your mouth, kissing you deeply and warmly.

after a few minutes, he started moving. he pulled out about halfway before slowing pushing his cock back inside you. your cunt gripped him so fucking tightly that k felt lightheaded every time he felt his tip hit the back of it.

he had a tight embrace on your waist, keeping you from squirming around as a result of his big intrusion inside of you. it felt incredible to be stuffed full of him and slowly the pain disintegrated into pleasure.

he pulled out and thrusted back in, your walls sucking him in and squeezing around his thick length.

“fuck,” he cursed, tossing his head back to reveal his pretty neck. “relax, angel. you’re so fucking tight when you clench like that.”

“c-can’t help it,” you sputtered, feeling your body move slightly up the bed every time he thrusted. “feels so full.”

“yeah?” he exhaled. “you nice and full of my cock?”

you whimpered, tossing your head to the side as he quickened his pace, ramming into you. the sound of skin slapping against each other and your pussy squelching from the wetness was lewd and loud and embarrassing, yet you felt too good to care.

he was so much more experienced than anyone else you’d been with before, it was obvious. the way he moved his hips and the way his cock would go slow and deep, then hard and rough, keeping you guessing of what he was going to do next. it was exciting to be fucking him after the lust you’d felt for so long.

embarrassing as it was, you already felt yourself getting close.

“k,” you cried out, squeezing his biceps. “‘m close.”

“yeah?” he replied, his cheeks a rosy red from how hard he was fucking you. “you gonna cum around my cock? go ahead, baby. you’ve been so good for me.”

you slapped your hand over your mouth and finally let go, your toes curling. k groaned at the sight and at the feeling of you cumming, his cock twitching inside you.

“fuck, you’re fucking perfect,” he mumbled, leaning down to plant his lips against yours again.

“daddy,” you whimpered out. “feels so good.”

he moaned at the name, feeling his abs clench. you couldn’t get any better than this. you were better and hotter than he ever could’ve imagined you’d be.

he brought his fingers down to rub your clit in little circles, eager to feel you cum for a second time. you gasped, feeling overstimulated and sensitive but you didn’t want him to stop. the moment was too good, so good that you truly never wanted it to stop.

he was fucking you so hard and perfectly, ruthlessly chasing his own orgasm. you just knew you’d be sore in the morning but you didn’t care because you knew it’d just remind you of how good that night was.

“you gonna let me cum inside you?” he asked breathlessly as he slowly felt his high approaching. “gonna let me fill your pretty pussy with all my cum?”

“please!” you nearly sobbed, looking up at him with the prettiest big eyes. “please, daddy. cum inside me.”

“you’re so fuckin’ hot when you call me that,” he practically growled, digging his fingernails into your hips. “gonna fill you so good.”

“please,” you begged pathetically. “i need it.”

k sighed, feeling lightheaded from how tightly your pussy gripped him, how hot and wet it was. just the idea of filling you up to the brim was making him twitch.

“good little cum slut,” he mumbled. “gonna take everything i give you.”

“fuck k,” you cried. “i’m gonna cum again.”

“wait,” he commanded. “cum at the same time as me. can you do that, angel? can you hold it for just a little longer?”

you bit your lip, trying to distract yourself so you didn’t cum too soon. if k told you to do something, you were going to do it.

“okay,” you responded shakily.

“don’t worry, sweetheart,” he cooed. “i’m so close.”

you shut your eyes, relishing in the sensation of his cock absolutely railing in and out of your cunt like a piston.

k stared at your face, admiring your pure beauty. you were even prettier than normal when you were underneath him, on the verge of another orgasm.

just by looking at you, he was about to finish.

“shit,” he groaned. “i’m gonna cum, baby.”

the idea of k filling you up immediately had your stomach clenching. your body heated up like you were on fire and you just knew you couldn’t hold back anymore.

“i’m cumming,” you cried out, eyes rolling back into your head.

k moaned and cursed your name as spurts of his cum filled your pussy. you milked him for all he was worth, insuring that he gave you every single last drop.

he buried his face in your neck, breathing heavily against your skin as he went through the aftershocks of his orgasm.

you felt high. you’d never been fucked so good before, never came three times all in one night.

it took a few minutes, but eventually k pulled out of you. he watched in awe as what was practically a fountain of cum came gushing out of your spent cunt.

“fuck,” he mumbled, watching it spill onto his sheets. “so pretty.”

you watched, dazed and exhausted, as he disappeared to grab a towel and returned shortly after. you were too tired to do anything, so you let him clean you up and get you redressed in some shorts and one of his t-shirts.

he put his pants on and crawled underneath the covers, pulling you into his chest.

“how was that?” he asked, kissing the top of your head.

“i don’t think there are any words to describe to you how good that was,” you remarked.

he chuckled breathily, nodding.

“i agree.”

it didn’t take you long to fall asleep at all. you were completely comfortable and relaxed around him.

on the other hand, k couldn’t fall asleep for the life of him. all he could do was lay there with you in his safe embrace, thinking about how he was falling deeply for you, his sweet younger neighbor.

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[hyukabean]

──── koga yudai (k), courting you (royal!au)

in which prince k attempts to court you?! ～ warning: unedited

k x fem!reader

wc: ~3k

fluff, subtle angst (?), slightly open-ended

the banquet hall shimmers with golden candlelight, the air thick with the melodies of a lively string quartet and the rhythmic clinking of glasses costing more than a small kingdom's treasury. nobles twirl across the polished marble floor, their silken gowns and embroidered coats catching the light as they laugh hollowly and exchange empty pleasantries. their laughter blends into a low murmur as the scent of rich ale, fresh breads, and roasted meats mingles in the air, but you choose to remain far from the revelry, drawn instead to an arched, grand window, your gaze drifting over the moonlit gardens below. the cool night breeze whispers against the glass, a welcome contrast that offers a moment of solitude amidst the lively chaos, a brief respite from the expectations that loom over you. for a fleeting moment, you allow yourself the quiet, before duty, in the form of another guest, inevitably pulls you back into the swirl of the evening.

“you’re not enjoying yourself?”, a smooth voice interrupts your thoughts.  

startled, you turn to see prince k standing beside you, his dark eyes studying your face with unnerving intensity. he carries an effortless grace, his tall frame exuding quiet power, each movement precise and deliberate, yet remarkably gentle. his beauty is almost otherworldly, sharp cheekbones and broad shoulders, greatly contrasted by his youthful full lips that curve into a small yet knowing smile, and hair that catches the candlelight in glints of liquid gold. he is the kind of man who draws attention without trying, the kind who commands a room with a single glance.

prince k was not only the ruler of this kingdom but also its most sought-after suitor. nobles and royals from far and wide vied for his attention, eager to secure an alliance through marriage. yet, despite the endless proposals and whispered promises of power, he remained unwed, not for lack of desire, but because he was waiting. he wanted marriage, not just as a political arrangement, but as something more, something worth his time. it’s not like he couldn’t afford to marry for love considering the current stability of his lands, yet for reasons you could not quite fathom, he seemed to have set his sights on you.  

you are a duchess from a small but resilient kingdom, one that has long struggled with economic hardship and political instability. after the death of your father, you were determined to bring prosperity to your people, dedicating yourself to reform – overhauling trade, securing better resources, and strengthening your nation's independence. you swore never to marry haphazardly, rejecting the idea of forming alliances through marriage. you believed it would make your kingdom reliant on foreign powers, stripping you of your own culture and values. while others saw marriage as a means of security, you viewed it as a potential chain, binding your people’s fate to another ruler’s whims. 

“i was simply admiring the gardens, your highness”, you said, bowing your head slightly, your tone polite but distant.

“beautiful, aren’t they?” he muses, his tone easy, thoughtful. prince k hums as he glances out the window beside you. “but i imagine you don’t often have time to stand back and admire things, do you?”.

you arch a brow at him, “a ruler’s duty is to act, not to idle”. 

“ah”, he says, a knowing smile playing at his lips as he eyes you mirthfully, “ever the dutiful duchess".

his gaze returns to you, unreadable yet intent, “that kind of devotion is rare”. there is something about the way he speaks; not just flattery, but understanding. his reputation as the most sought-after suitor in the kingdom precedes him, yet he is more than a prince of charm and wit. he is a ruler, one who knows how to weave words into something more than just pleasantries.

“i do what is necessary”, you say simply, “my people come first”.

“a worthy cause”, he agreed, his voice carrying quiet admiration. his agreement was smooth, but there was something else beneath it—something you couldn’t quite place, “still, even the strongest foundations can falter without support. no ruler carries the weight of a kingdom alone forever”.

your brows furrow, you stiffen slightly now sensing the direction of his words, “i have no intention of leaning on anyone, even if it means carrying the burden alone".

his fingers brush yours; not a claim, just the whisper of a touch, a question unspoken. “a heavy weight to bear, even for someone as capable as you. but… that determination… it’s admirable. and undeniably striking” he murmurs, amusement flickering in his voice, “it suits you. it’s no wonder you stand apart".

you blink, but quickly step back, keeping your composure, as you smile coldly, “you’re too generous with your words, your highness, but i should return to my duties”.

before you could turn away, his voice lowered, less an order, more an invitation. “tell me, duchess”, he said, his gaze lingering, expression thoughtful, “have you ever wondered if strength and solitude must always go hand in hand? do you truly believe that independence must come at the cost of companionship?”.

“better to be alone than in poor company”, you reply smoothly, meeting his gaze without hesitation.

k’s smile falters, for a fraction of a second, something flickers in his eyes, surprise, perhaps, or amusement, but he recovers quickly, letting out a quiet laugh. it isn’t hollow or cold, but knowing, as though he enjoys the challenge you present.

instead of the irritation you expected, he lets out a quiet chuckle, the sound rich yet unreadable. “ah, you are as sharp-tongued as they say”, he muses, tilting his head slightly. “a queen who walks alone, that is the role you’ve carved out for yourself?”

he steps closer, slow and deliberate, the faint scent of cedar and something subtly spiced trailing in his wake. the golden candlelight from the chandeliers flickers against his polished attire, intricate threading glinting like fire against midnight, the deep navy of his embroidery catching the glow with every slight movement, contesting the ivory colored coat. a sash of royal crimson drapes over one shoulder, the heavy fabric a stark contrast to the effortless way he carries himself. he is every bit the picture of a ruler, poised, powerful, and unreadable, and as he steps closer, though he does not loom, his presence is undeniable, and  he is wholly aware of the effect he has.

“tell me”, he continues, quieter, voice gentler now, almost thoughtful, “what of love? what of a partner to share the weight of a crown? your burdens? are you truly unmoved by such things? are you truly immune to such desires?”.  he’s just close enough that the music and laughter of the ballroom feel like a distant hum.

you shake your head and gesture toward the grand ballroom, where silk and velvet swirl in a riot of color as nobles waltz beneath the glow of gilded chandeliers. jewels glimmer at pale throats, golden goblets flash in candlelight, and behind every courteous smile lurks a whispered ambition, a desire, greed. you exhale softly, gaze returning to him, “take a look around, your highness. do you see anyone worth spending my life with?”

k follows your gaze across the grand hall, where lords and ladies glide across the polished marble floor, engaged in the endless dance of politic. their laughter light but empty, their words carefully crafted for advantage rather than sincerity, conversations carefully measured as alliances shift like sand, all of them playing a game you have no interest in joining. 

he turns back to you with a wry smile. “no” he admits, “i suppose not”. a thoughtful pause, then a quiet remark, spoken as though to himself, “but loneliness has been known to make fools of even the wisest”.

his hand finds yours again, not forceful, but certain, not possessive but deliberate. his fingers warm against your skin, curling lightly around your wrist. this time, his touch lingers. enough to hold your attention, but not to demand it. not a command, but rather, an offering. his warmth juxtapositions the cool air, carrying the scent of night-blooming jasmine.

“you deserve more than this”, he murmurs, his voice low, rich with something you can’t quite name. not pity. not a trap. something else. a conviction, perhaps?

you blink, piecing together the meaning behind his words. your lips curve slightly, more in curiosity than amusement, the meaning fully settling over you, “is this a courting proposal, your highness?”

prince k laughs, the sound smooth, practiced and yet there’s something unreadable beneath it. “perceptive as always”, he muses, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

fire flies buzz around you both, illuminating the swirling silks and velvets of the dancers. the air is thick with the scent of roses and spiced wine, but here, near the arched windows where the cool night air seeps in, there’s a breath of clarity.

the night sky above was cloudless, a velvet stretch of deep blue, and the distant stars glittered like scattered diamonds. fire flies buzz around you both, the balcony illuminated by the flickering glow that dotted the landscape. the flame dancers twist and spin in the breeze, their light swaying like ethereal spirits across the garden’s stone pathways.

you leaned against the stone railing, your gaze drawn to the man next to you, behind you, the sound of the ballroom; laughter, music, the clinking of glasses, all suddenly distant and diffused. for a moment, the world of the ballroom seemed irrelevant, the weight of your conversation fading as you took in the beauty of the moment, the gardens, the stars, and the stillness between you and the prince. 

his hand still lingers near yours, firm yet not forceful, a reminder of his presence. “yes”, he confirms, his voice dipping lower. “i am offering you a life of security, of stability. a life at my side". his dark eyes search yours, unwavering. “your kingdom will prosper. your people will never know hardship. and you” he leans in slightly, “would want for nothing".

there’s no desperation in his words, no plea—only certainty, the quiet confidence of a man who is rarely refused.

you meet his gaze, unshaken, “i’m afraid there is nothing i have to offer you”. you slip your hand free, not abruptly, but with clear intent.

his smile tightens for a fraction of a second before he smooths it over. “you underestimate yourself, duchess”, he says, tilting his head slightly. “you are brilliant, steadfast, and unyielding. qualities i respect. qualities i desire”.

he steps closer, enough that the fabric of your sleeves nearly brush again. 

“and let us not pretend there isn’t political merit in such an alliance”. he gestures subtly toward the gathered nobles, their jeweled laughter ringing through the hall. “your kingdom may not rival mine in power, but it holds something far more valuable. position. a union between us would be… mutually beneficial”. 

you hold your ground, tilting your chin ever so slightly. “perhaps. but i would be entering such a pact at a disadvantage. and i have no intention of being… outmaneuvered. not out of pride, but for the sake of my people".

a flicker of something crosses his face, not anger, not quite amusement, but intrigue. his fingers brush the edge of a loose strand of your hair, considering. “a disadvantage?”, he echoes. “but alliances are about balance, are they not? giving and taking. and i assure you, duchess, i would give far more than i would ever ask for in return”.

his hand lifts toward your face, but before he can tilt your chin, you take a step back, placing your glass down with deliberate calm. “and that is the issue”, you say smoothly, “you have more to give”.

k watches you carefully, a slow exhale leaving his lips. then, to your surprise, he laughs, a quiet, knowing sound. “is it a crime to be generous?”, his voice is gentle yet persuasive. “to want to see you thrive, to give you everything you could possibly desire?”.

you arch a brow, “no. but i am not naive enough to believe you want nothing in return. your kingdom did not rise to power by playing the role of benefactor”. his expression sharpens, but he does not contradict you. instead, he regards you with an almost quiet admiration. “i would never insult you by assuming naivety”, his voice softens, but there’s an edge beneath it, “and no, i do not offer my empire out of charity”.

there’s a beat of silence charged with the weight of everything unsaid, before he steps back, just slightly, as if testing the absence between you. “but i do want you, duchess".

it’s your turn to study him, carefully assessing, determined to uncover what he really hoped to gain from you. “then let us speak plainly. what is it you truly want from me?”

for once, he does not answer immediately. his gaze lingers on yours, measuring, as though deciding just how much to reveal. “you want the truth?”, he asks finally, his voice lowering. 

he reaches out, fingers barely grazing along your jawline, a touch so light it sends a ghost of a shiver down your spine. “i want a partner. someone who challenges me. someone who is more than a polished ornament at court”. his smirk tugs back into place, “you, duchess, are the only one who has ever managed that”.

you’re surprised at his unexpected answer, somehow still unconvinced. you let out a quiet chuckle, tilting your head slightly. “so you would abandon your throne for… what? my company? that seems rather shortsighted for a man of your ambition and caliber”.

his smirk doesn’t falter, but something in his expression shifts. “don’t underestimate the power of desire”, he murmurs, his fingers drifting to brush against the back of your neck, lingering, his warmth a contrast against the cold, unrelenting air.

your pulse remains steady, voice unwavering, “my intention is not to mock you. but tell me, what happens when you change your mind? when your fascination fades?”. you watch him carefully, “i have a responsibility to my people, and i cannot gamble their future on the whims of a man who may soon realize his idea of me was never reality”. 

for the first time, his mask fully slips, if only for a moment. he is a man used to control, to certainty, yet something in your words unsettles him. “do not mistake me for a fickle fool”, he says, his grip still light but firm. “i do not make promises i do not intend to keep”. 

you sigh, tilting your head just slightly, “prince k”.

the way his name rolls off your tongue, measured, cautious, makes something flicker in his eyes and tighten in his chest. he can’t help but tilt his head in awe of you. a slow smirk returns, his fingers tracing absent circles against your skin, “yes, my duchess?”.

“i cannot accept your proposal at this moment".

his smirk freezes and his grip tightens, a silent, fleeting protest, before he loosens it just as quickly. “and why is that?”, he asks, his tone is light, but just as tense, desperation simmering beneath the surface.

you meet his gaze once more. “prove your words”, you say simply. “then, perhaps, you will have an agreement”.

k stills. he is a strategist, a ruler who does not act without certainty. and yet, your condition catches him off guard. he studies you, as if weighing the challenge, as if deciding whether it is a trap or a test. then, ever so slowly, a smile returns to his lips.

“very well”, he says, his voice a quiet promise. “i’ll prove to you exactly how sincere i am”.

you incline your head slightly, allowing the smallest of smiles, “then i look forward to a potentially fruitful future”.

he kisses your hand and lets go of you at last, stepping back though his eyes still linger, dark and determined. “as do i, duchess”, he murmurs, “you won’t be disappointed”. 

you feel a flicker in your chest, an unexpected flutter, a shift in the air that makes your pulse quicken ever so slightly. it’s an odd feeling, both thrilling and unsettling, like standing on the edge of a steep cliff, unsure whether you’ll fall or soar. for all your resolve, for all your wariness, there’s a part of you that’s intrigued by the challenge he presents, the promise of something more. something that could change everything.

and yet, beneath that excitement, doubt lingers; whispers of caution, the knowledge that alliances like these come at a price. you remind yourself that this is not a simple courtship. it’s a delicate game of power, and you will not let your heart lead the way. not now, when you’re still trying to decipher his true intentions. but what if, despite everything, you do let yourself be swept up in it?

“you won’t be disappointed”, the words linger in your head. you hope not to be. 

or perhaps, you think, you will be the one to disappoint him.

but that, too, is a game yet to be played.

and yet, when he offers you his hand, not toward the lavishly glittering ballroom floor and games of the court, but toward the garden he apparently tends to himself, there’s something genuine in the simplicity of his gesture, a promise of something unhurried, and your heart is at ease.

nana's notes : 3.0k? who is she?? jokes, this was supposed to be way longer but i felt like it wouldn't make sense without proper world building? and i wasn’t gonna post this until tmr but i got too excited after formatting everything lolol. let me know if you'd like a part 2! thanks for reading and let me know if you have any thoughts!

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K, EJ, YUMA & HARUA for Harper's BAZAAR (2025)

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IG : andteam_official​ ✨ K 20250331

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[multicohn]

summary: k in a private, but not secret relationship

warnings: none

pairing: fem! idol! reader x idol! koga yudai

genre: smau, established relationship

author note: it’s mentioned that yudai is older than y/n, but the age difference is not specified

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♡　LOVE EXPLOSION　( エンティーム )

      in which . . . you get cuteness aggression for your boyfriend and try to squish his cheeks.

genre fluff , headcanons , est. relationship , &team x fem!reader   cw just kisses , not proofread   wc 900ish (100 per member)    request no   note where's my boyfriend so i can squish his cheeks and give him kisses i am not okay   net @lune-net @kstrucknet

KOGA YUDAI ﾐ 古賀祐大

Giggles as soon as your hands are on his face. He can’t tell you why he finds it so funny, but something about you struggling to even reach to hold his face in your hands and squish his cheeks makes his heart all warm and a big smile grow on his face. Before you can kiss him or even say anything, he’s already teasing you. Will probably squish your cheeks back, agreeing that he also gets the urge to just hold you and coo over your face because of how cute you are in his eyes. 

MURATA FUMA ﾐ 村田風雅

You can’t really catch this man by surprise. As soon as you’re grabbing his cheeks, he’s grabbing your waist, and asking you what’s up. When you just say you wanted to admire him, he will smile at you lovingly. Bends down a bit so you have better access to his face, and of course, gives you the same treatment minutes later. Fuma’s always so gentle and patient, so if this was a common occurrence, he would get used to it quickly. Doesn’t quite understand why you feel the urge to squish your boyfriend’s face almost every day, but he wouldn’t question it either.

BYUN EUIJOO ﾐ 변의주

Pauses whatever he was telling you as soon as you grab his face, because he assumes it’s something serious. First looks at you with big concerned eyes, but slowly his smile grows once he realizes that you’re looking at him as if he hung the stars in the sky. Closes his eyes in shock as soon as you start pressing kisses to his nose. Will grab your wrists and remove your hands, just to return the favour with lots of kisses of his own. Probably asks what it was for minutes later, which would lead to the action just repeating.

WANG YIXIANG ﾐ 王奕翔

Immediately throws out questions trying to understand what prompted you to grab his face so suddenly. “What are you do—” Is successfully shut up when you kiss his face and giggle at how cute he is. Eyebrows furrowing in confusion because he can’t recall trying to be cute at all. Let’s you leave kisses all around his face; cheeks, forehead, nose, lips, anywhere you need. Definitely enjoys the attention from you, however, he always racks his brain trying to figure out why you’re squishing his cheeks for the third time, and simply can’t because the cuteness aggression always comes spontaneously. 

NAKAKITA YUMA ﾐ 中耒田悠真

It’s no secret that you can get away with much more than the normal person because you’re Yuma’s girlfriend. But still, you should be a little careful, cause as soon as you grab his cheeks to squish, he’s giving you a signature kitty glare looking like he might swipe at you. But, since you’re his girlfriend and he loves you, he lets you shower him with sickeningly sweet words while he stands there like 🧍. Definitely rolls his eyes at least once— he’s really not the lovey dovey PDA type of boyfriend. But secretly deep down, his heart flutters a bit at your gesture. 

ASAKURA JO ﾐ 朝倉穣

Looks up at you with his big doe eyes, genuinely confused as to why you’re squishing his cheeks and cooing at him as if he’s a baby. But for some reason his stomach is also somersaulting with butterflies and he isn’t quite sure why he finds the action so flustering. Ears and cheeks turn a bright shade of red as soon as you start peppering his whole face with kisses, and he’s left a stuttering mess for at least a couple minutes because why would you do that so suddenly without warning him. 

SHIGETA HARUA ﾐ 重田美琉愛

Doesn’t even register in his brain that it’s a sign of affection. You could be spilling all the cutest words about him while holding his face in your hands and he’d be raising an eyebrow trying to figure out what all this was about. A little bit lost and confused at times when it comes to this type of affection, but once you explain the concept of cuteness aggression to him, he would probably get it. Enjoys the extra kisses regardless and looks extremely adorable all confused, as if you can see the cogs in his brain turning slowly. 

TAKAYAMA RIKI ﾐ 高山りき

He’s so used to being the victim of cuteness aggression, especially when it comes to his cheeks. Because the members are already all over him. He doesn’t even seem fazed when you squish his cheeks and giggle over his cute dimples. But he does quickly get the idea that he finally has someone he can do it too as well, and will definitely start to squish your cheeks and give you extra kisses on a regular basis to try to balance out how much he receives. Becomes your go-to way to show affection with each other :( 

HIROTA RIKI ﾐ 宏田力

Thinks you’re doing it for a tiktok prank at first. “What trend is this?” As soon as he says that, you stop kissing his face and look at him, exasperated. He’ll quickly realize you were doing it just because, and let you continue without interruption. Probably rambles about how cute you two are as a couple afterwards and his neverending effect on you being credited to his rizz or effortless charm. You have to jokingly say you’ll never give him kisses again just to get him to shut up, cause his ego is that high. But at the end of it, you’ll both be laughing together (and he’ll return the kisses). 

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K

[kutiee]

Serving face after serving cunt.

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Experience - Koga Yudai ꒰✿´ ꒳ ` ꒱♡

Part 2 here

Content: +18 MDNI Blowjob, fem!readerx K inexperienced!reader x experienced! K, dirty talking, dacryphilia. Reader will call him "Kei" , Best Friends!To lovers

“In which reader is insecure about her inexperience in sex, so her best friend offers to help.”

It was another weekend night in which you really didn't have much to do, everyone else had plans already and although you were invited to a few of them, you decided to reject them and instead, preferred to stay at your dorm, maybe watch a movie and order some pizza.

The truth is, all of your best girlfriends had couples, and you were the only one left single in the group. You didn't really care that much, they were still good friends to you, and their boyfriends were really sweet guys, however, it made you feel lonely when all of them got to go on dates and romantic plans, you wished you had that too sometimes. Although you were doing great on your own, in nights like this, you wished there was someone you could cuddle and hug.

It wasn’t only that, to be honest. When you and your friends hung out, they would start talking about their experiences with their boyfriends, sexual experiences, to be especific. They would giggle while they talked about how good they made them feel, and how awesome the sex was. You enjoyed the stories, laughing with them and teasing them too, however, at one point it started to make you really insecure, since you’d never had that for yourself.

The curiosity was killing you, you wanted to experience that, to be able to find out what was so awesome about it, if it was true that boys could make you feel that good.

You weren't even an ugly girl, you were actually really pretty, and a lot of guys had showed interest for you in the past, but nothing ended up working out.

You sighed, scrolling through your phone on social media, laying on your bed with your favourite pajama set, you didn't want to admit that you were actually really bored.

As if heaven had heard you, a notification popped out.

Kei: Yo, what you doing tonight?

You opened the message and smiled at you best friend's text.

Kei was your best friend since almost 5 years ago, you met each other thanks to mutual friends, and got along right away. Everyone would talk about how particular this friendship was, since you were the quiet girl, a little shy, not so many friends, and barely went out, and he was the social butterfly guy, the popular, almost every girl at college was totally obsessed with him, but for you, he was more than that. He was the only guy you could really trust, he had held your hair in parties so you could throw up in the toilet, helped you with complicated homework, wiped your tears during your first breakup, bought the best birthday presents for you, and was always in the good and bad moments of your life. He was the best friend any girl could ask for.

Y/N: Not much, in bed, bored :(

He replied almost immediately.

Kei: I'll be on your place in 10, order pizza!! :)

You smiled again, he was always like this, didn't even care to ask if he could come, sometimes he would even show up uninvited.

You got up from bed and organised your dorm a bit, cleaned up the little mess you had, called the pizza restaurant and ordered his favourite (pepperoni) and put on a random movie, waiting for him to show up.

In exactly ten minutes, a knock on your door.

"Fuck the guys, always putting me aside" He didn't even said hi, taking off his shoes and getting inside, placing a little kiss on your head before jumping right into your bed.

His hair was a little messy, you could tell he was probably laying in bed too, wearing only grey sweatpants and a matching hoodie. His long body taking up almost your whole bed, his legs hanging from the edge. His perfume's scent invaded the air, and completely took over you vanilla- scented air freshener.

You chuckled, rolling your eyes before closing the door. You stood up in front of him, crossing your arms on your chest.

"They have girlfriends now, Kei." You raised an eyebrow, teasing him before climbing on bed too, laying by his side.

He let out a groan, an annoyed look on his pretty face.

"I know, but still, no time for me?" He faked a pout, and you couldn't help but chuckle again. "At least I have my pretty wonderful stunning beautiful best friend who would never put me aside" He said with cloying voice and hugged you aggressively, you pushed him.

"Yeah well, wait until I find my own boyfriend" You teased, taking the tv remote in your hand before pressing play on the movie.

"God forbid!".

The night continued as most of the times, you watched the movie, ate the pizza, laughed at each others jokes, and even gossiped a bit. You always enjoyed your time with him, suddenly forgetting all your problems, he had that kind of effect in you, and that's why you loved his friendship so much. He felt like home to you.

His laugh was so loud, he had the habit to clap when dying of laughter, and you had stolen that habit too, subconsciously. Sometimes his face would become all red from laughing so much, you thought it was the cutest thing in the world.

"So you're saying that Chaewon cheats on her boyfriend?" He raised an eyebrow, really enjoying the tea, he was always so nosy.

You nodded, taking the last bite of your slice of pizza before closing the box and throwing it on the floor besides the bed. He would always throw it on the trash before leaving your dorm.

"Yeah, with that guy from the football team, she sucks his dick on his car" You chuckled, and he gasped.

"Damn, that's wrong" He shook his head, which was laying lazily on the wall "However, can't blame him, a good head can drive a man crazy" He said and laughed, you fake laughed too, suddenly tense at the joke, remembering your conversations with your friends, where they would make jokes like this and you would laugh as if you'd understood.

"Yeah..." You looked at the now turned off tv, sighing slowly, thinking of another topic to talk about, since this one made you uncomfortable.

Kei noticed the change on your tone and your face, frowning his eyebrows and sitting straight on your bed, he placed a hand on your thigh.

"What?" He asked, tilting his head.

You looked at him, shaking your head and smiling softly. "Nothing"

You didn't want to tell him your thoughts, how insecure it made you being the only one on your friend group that didn't have the experience in things like sex, that sometimes you felt almost like a loser, even if you knew that it didn't make you one, you were only waiting for the perfect moment.

But you wanted it so bad too.

Kei let out a groan.

"Bullshit, something's on your mind" he sat closer, rubbing your thigh with his thumb. "You know you can tell me anything" his sweet tone made you sigh, you knew that, but you were also embarrassed.

You wet your lips before talking, sitting straight too and looking at him, then your own hands, playing with the sleeves of your hoodie.

"It's just that, I don't know. Sometimes when me and the girls talk about these things, things they do with boys, it makes me a little... uncomfortable" You looked up at him, biting your lip. "Not because I think it's taboo or something, just... you know, I've never done anything like that"

He looked at you with his lips parted, a little confusion on his face.

"And even though I don't really care that much, sometimes I wish I knew what it feels like, to feel good, and to make a guy feel good" You sighed again, your cheeks suddenly red, even if he was your best friend, you were embarrassed about this confession.

"You've never done... anything?" He looked surprised, and you rolled your eyes. "I mean! I thought you may have! You don't have to tell me everything, so I thought you did but didn't want to tell me"

You let out and exasperated sigh, laying again on your back, looking at the ceiling.

"Forget it."

"Okay, sorry, sorry, but hey, you can talk to me about this and you know it. Why does it make you insecure? No one cares if you haven't done anything" He looked down at you, his elbow resting by your side.

You covered your face with your hand, not wanting him to notice your rosy cheeks.

"I know that, Kei. But as a girl, you can't help it, I want to feel desired, I want to know what it feels like to feel good and make a man feel good, i don't know, maybe there is something wrong with me, maybe I'm not pretty enough, or hot enough, or maybe-"

"You know that's not true." His voice sounded a little more serious this time when he cut you off, and you frowned your eyebrows at him, blinking twice. "You're a gorgeous girl, and you're very hot".

A silence stablished between you two, and you sighed before looking at the ceiling again, so ashamed, you just didn't want to talk about it anymore, you were starting to feel silly.

Kei kept his eyes on you, like analysing something you couldn’t really guess, you squirmed on the bed, crossing your arms again, the silence so loud, something in the air you couldn't quite tell.

After a few minutes, he finally broke the silence.

"I could help you if you want".

You stayed still, blinking again. What did he mean by 'help you'.

"I'm not interested in any of your friends-"

"I don't mean that."

Oh.

You looked up at him, your lips parted in shock. He was looking you straight in your eyes, his jaw clenched, he swallowed, his dark eyes sparkly.

You sat up again, shaking your head multiple times, you could almost laugh about how silly it sounded. Him? Help you gain experience in sex? Your best friend in the whole world?

"No. Don't be silly, you're my best friend" Your voice sounded weak when you said it, he kept his hand on your thigh, now grabbing it.

"I know, that's why I think there's no better option. You trust me and I trust you, right?"

You took a deep breath, he was looking at you with an expression you've never seen on his face before.

The silence stablished again for a few minutes, you playing with your hands, him looking at you while you took your time to think.

This was Kei, your Kei, your best friend who you'd always thought of as a brother, the one who teased you, pranked you and treated you like an annoying little sister. You couldn't even imagine doing something like that with him.

But also.

He was Kei, your handsome best friend, who always smelled so good, who had those manly big hands, very well trained body, who had all the girls drooling over him and talking about how good he was in bed, who had that perfect smile and laugh that made you forget everything that concerned you, who would always stay by your side, who you would trust in any situation, who had done everything for you even the impossible, who you trusted with your life, who felt like home to you.

You sighed again.

"Fine, help me."You were now shy to look at him, but you did anyways, feeling a shiver down your spine when he smirked a bit, rubbing your thigh again.

"I promise I won't make it awkward, you know you can trust me."

You nodded slowly, tucking a few strings of your hair behind your ears, feeling very nervous. You didn't want to ruin this.

"What do you want to learn?" he asked so casually, it made you feel even dumber.

You looked at his face for a few seconds, there was not a clue of teasing on his voice, he was completely serious about this, and you wanted to laugh at how absurd all of this sounded, however, and to be honest, it was true that there was not a better option.

You thought for a minute, and the words left your mouth before you could stop them.

"Teach me how to suck... you know." You spoke quietly, and he took a few seconds before taking a deep breath, the hand that was on your thigh now running through his silky brown hair.

"Okay, I'll teach you how to give head." Now there was a little bit of tease on his voice, and you pushed his arm softly, a blush on your cheeks.

"Don't say it like that!"

"Oh now you wanna be classy" He chuckled, and you rolled your eyes, getting up feeling completely embarrassed. Forget it, you weren't doing this.

But before you could run away to hide in the bathroom, he took your wrist, making you fall onto his lap, grabbing your hips before taking you in for a kiss.

You gasped, taking a few seconds before reciprocating the kiss, closing your eyes and letting him do his thing. It was weird, you were on top of your best friend, kissing him, you never thought this would happen. You didn't even notice how tense you were until you weren't anymore, when his tongue explored your mouth and you whimpered, the kiss getting sloppier and deeper, you tilted your head, sighing above his mouth, the shiver on your spine going down until your core when he bit your lower lip and gripped your waist so you could feel him getting hard in his sweats. Nobody had ever kissed you like this before, it was a crash of lips, tongues and teeth. His scent was all over the air now, and it was driving you crazy, his big hands running from your waist to your thighs, then to your chest, beneath your hoodie, grabbing one of your breasts and squeezing it softly, making you squirm and your skin crawl, you couldn't help but let out a little moan, he was letting out little sighs too.

He broke the kiss, looking at you straight in the eye, his own shining with something you couldn't tell.

"Get on your knees." His words were soft but demanding, and you bit your lip, which was swollen from the kiss.

You obeyed immediately, while he sat on the edge of the bed, your head spinning, you couldn't believe this was real life. You let your knees touch the floor of your bedroom, and looked up at him, his long legs by your sides, your heart pounding on your chest. Everything started to feel blurry, you felt so hot and dizzy, you couldn't think straight.

He cupped your cheek with his hand, tracing circles with his thumb, you leaned to his touch, his skin was a little calloused, but it felt so good when he caressed you like this, you almost melted, closing your eyes and rubbing your cheek on his palm, you didn't see but he smirked.

"When you're going to go down on a guy, you need to tease a bit first." he talked slowly, his voice deeper than before, the air filled with tension. "For example..."

He traced his thumb across your lower lip, and you blinked before parting your lips, his finger entering your mouth, and you sighed before closing your lips around it, sucking slowly, running your tongue over it, you could see how his jaw clenched, something shifting in his eyes, before he started thrusting it in and out, your saliva glistening around it, he pressed it down on your tongue.

"Open." And you obeyed, opening your mouth and letting him reach your throat with his thumb, this made you gag a little bit, you took a deep breath through your nose, your eyes watering. "That's it." He smirked again, and you kept sucking his finger, almost moaning around it, you didn't know why it felt so good, but you loved the expression on his face, as if he was trying to hold himself back, it made you squirm on the floor, the tingles between your legs.

He removed his finger, a thread of spit between it and your mouth, you swallowed, batting your eyelashes so you could clear you eyesight from your watery eyes.

"Now, rub me above the clothes" his voice was almost a whisper, and you hesitated before putting your hands on his thighs, running them up and down, slowly, and then you reached his crotch, you met up with his already hardened cock, and you almost gasped at how big it felt even above the cotton of his sweatpants.

You ran your hand up and down, gripping a little tight which made him hiss through his teeth and rock his hips upwards, you glanced up at him again and he nodded, encouraging but also kind of desperate. This made you gain confidence, and you kept groping his length, wetting your lips which were starting to feel a little dry.

"Alright, take them off." He said, breathing heavily.

You took the waistband of his sweatpants, and he lifted his hips just enough so you could pull them down to his toes, then your eyes opened wide when you realised he wasn't wearing any underwear, his full-hard cock in front of your face, the swollen, red tip leaking precum, the veins popping out. You took another deep breath, glancing up at him, he wet his lips before speaking.

"Start licking, slowly, from the base to the tip. Take your time there, it's the most sensitive part, tease a bit. Look at me when you do it, eye contact is important in oral sex".

You nodded, hesitating again before wrapping his cock with your hand, this one looking so delicate and small in comparison with his size. You leaned in, sticking your tongue out before licking how he ordered, slowly, from the base, taking your time to feel the veins on your tongue, making your way up to the tip, on which you traced circles around it, tasting the salty precum and this made your mouth water even more. He tensed up in your bed, grabbing the sheets in his fist, hissing again a bit louder, his eyes were connected with yours, his look filled with lust.

"That's it, such a good girl". You whimpered at the praise, it made you feel good that he was enjoying this, and it made you enjoy it even more.

You repeated the process, going from the tip to the base, covering his length with your saliva, tasting him on your tongue and licking him with devotion, you wanted him to love this. He grabbed your jaw, making you look at him.

"Now suck, take your time with it, take me as far as you can, breathe with your nose so you don't choke, try not to rub your teeth." His voice was still sweet, like he was teaching you something from school, so patient, but also so deep, filled with desire and lust, it made you shiver.

You nodded again, looking at his glistening cock before wrapping your mouth around the tip, and you sucked. He let out a small groan, and you took him deeper on your mouth, relaxing your jaw and feeling him until you felt like gagging, your eyes started to water again, you breathed through your nose before you kept going, you took him so deep that you could feel him on the back of your throat. You looked up at him, and the sight made you squirm again on the floor. His head was thrown back, he was biting his lip, he placed his hand gently on your head. And you started moving, sucking him up and down, tracing his cock with your tongue, swallowing his taste and gagging around him, your hand reached the part that your throat couldn't, and you moved it along with your head, this made him groan again.

"Fuck yeah, that's it." he hissed, his grip on your hair getting tighter, but he didn't push. Not yet.

You kept going, until you were almost moaning around him, a mess of saliva around the corners of your lips, your eyes so watery every time you suppressed a gag, he seemed to like that, he was whimpering and groaning, cursing breathless. Your throat closed around his cock, and you kept bumping your head, with more confidence now, your jaw dripping your own saliva, falling onto the floor and on your own knees.

He was a mess, grabbing your hair and cursing out loud, hissing between his teeth and groaning your name, biting his lips, he kept his eyes on you, and you locked your hazy view on his, he groaned louder. It was such an obscene scene, you kept remembering this was your best friend, but for some reason you liked it even more, knowing him from a long time and getting to see him like this, and it was you making him feel good.

“Look at you crying and drooling all over me, so pretty.” He praised again and you moaned, rocking your hips so you rubbed yourself against your toe, needing some release from the pain between your legs, he saw this and smirked. “You’re loving this aren’t you? Rubbing yourself while you choke around me. You’re a natural, baby, didn’t need to learn shit”.

You let out a sound that was like a cry, and he grabbed your hair tighter, taking his cock out as you breathed heavily, your chest moving up and down, he made you look at him, a mischievous smile on his face, your nose running just like your eyes, your whole face red. You felt like you were about to pass out, your heart racing, your lungs looking for air.

“Open.”

And you did. You opened your mouth again and he inserted himself again, to the bottom of your throat, you shut your eyes and grabbed his thighs for balance when he started to thrust his hips slowly, but with strength, in and out of your mouth, using it, now face-fucking you, more groans and raw moans leaving his lips, you’d never heard such a hot sound.

It was so messy, your forehead wet from sweat, your cheeks from spit and tears, the gagging sounds combined with his manly moans, your gasps for air, you loved it, you were absolutely going crazy, you loved his grip on your hair, you loved the faces he was making, how his jaw was clenched, how he bit his lip, how he talked between his teeth.

"Fuck, I'm close".

He pulled back and sat again on the bed, stroking himself real fast, his bicep bumping, a vein popping out, whimpering, you just watched, still rubbing yourself on your toe, the wetness and stickiness on your panties almost impossible to ignore.

"Open your mouth baby."

And you did, you watched how he touched himself, his hand covered in your spit and his precum, the tip of his cock swollen and red, and you sticked your tongue out, waiting for him to release himself, which he did. You felt the warm strips falling on your mouth, on your cheeks, on your jaw, some even on the skin of your knees, it was a complete mess, and you loved every second of it, how he trembled and arched his back cumming all over your face.

"Fuck." He sighed deeply, and you took the cum with your fingers and licked them clean, he glanced at you, with a little smile on his lips.

He grabbed your hand and helped you get up, cupped your face with his hands and leaned you in for a kiss, you melted into the kiss as he tasted himself on your mouth, exploring with his tongue like he did before, before pushing you onto the bed.

You chuckled once the kiss broke, he looked at you with sparkly eyes, as if something new had grown inside him.

"You're so perfect, that was the best blowjob ever" He said and you chuckled, pushing his chest and rolling your eyes.

"Don't lie to me"

He kissed you again, and you let him.

"I'm not lying, but there's still so much more I can teach you".

You sighed, knowing then that this wouldn't be the last lesson from your best friend.

my first Kei drabble! hope you enjoy it <3 if so, please like and reblog! my requests are now open 💗

[starryjake]

GIRL GIRL!!! WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT &TEAM LEGAL LINE AND THEIR FAV POSITION WOULD BE?

a/n: i had too much fun with this i think

k: i see my man as someone who likes missionary bc he likes to look at his partner when he’s fucking them <33 but with his strength he goes HARD. pushes your knees to your chest or has your legs dangling over his shoulders so he can really push into you. i think he’d probs like manhandling you too, just pushing you around and putting your body into whatever position he wants and you just comply so nicely. but he just likes to see your face and the pretty expressions you make as a result of how good he’s fucking you.

fuma: lowkey think he would like fucking you against a wall or just like standing up while he’s fucking. he’s gotta show off his strength you know. he’ll also like it when he’s standing at the edge of the bed and you’re at the bottom with your legs spread and he just slides rightttttt in. kinda just pins you to the mattress and pounds the shit out of you, then picks you up and carries you over to the wall, holding you while he fucks you against it ><

nicholas: i just know my boy likes hitting it from the back </3 just loooooves holding your hips up and pounding you into the mattress. he’ll def pull your hair too, pulling you up so your back is pressed to his chest. also loves to manhandle you, and while he can be rough, he can be sweet and loving too, slowly fucking his cock into your tight walls nice and deep. his main priority is making sure both of you feel good. but he also likes hitting it from the back so he can slap your ass lol :3

ej: OH THE LOML :(((( for him i can see missionary or cowgirl <33 if he feels more like being in charge then missionary, but if he just wants to lay back and be taken care of, then cowgirl. with him i rly just see the sweetest lovemaking fr. like soft touches and sweet whispers and deep passionate kisses. it’s very very sensual and romantic so he always like positions where the two of you can look at each other.

yuma: missionary if he has a lot of energy and just needs to fuck, but if he just wants to take it slow and have a good time then reverse cowgirl. looooves seeing you ride his cock, your hands gripping his thighs for leverage as you ride his length. has a tight hold on your hips and if he’s feeling nice, he’ll help guide you but most of the time, he just sits back and enjoys the shooooww.

jo: ok the spooning position. at first i thought cowgirl and like yes but the SPOONING position. you guys are laying on your sides, his front pressed against your back and he just slides in and it feels so good. you’re so close to each other and it’s sooo sensual. just likes slow and lazy sex. he spreads your legs and just slowly glides his hips, thrusting in and out of you. he’ll kiss your neck and bring his hand to your front to rub your clit. i think he also likes the position bc once he’s finished, he can just stay inside of you and fall asleep cockwarming <33