#nakakita yuma smut

[takiberry]

ur opinion abt &Team legal line and their favorite place to YKYK😁

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ OT8 &TEAM’S FAVS PLACES TO CUM 🍙

warnings : includes members; yuma, jo, harua & taki. cum related topics, petnames, oppa kink for euijoo, smut just smut.

synopsis : no plot! just thoughts about the members’ fav areas to cum.

ᝰ.ᐟ do not proceed past “read more” if uncomfortable w/ smut regarding 0405z! 🦴

KOGA YUDAI : Chest

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ one thing about k is that he WILL cum on your chest, doesn’t matter if you’re a man, a woman, or non binary. he WILL cum on your chest. he loves how pretty it looks and definitely takes photos for him to keep on his phone. absolutely adores how you stare up at him after he does so, the thick substance on your chest could make him get hard again in an instant.

“keep looking at me with those pretty eyes again and this chest is gonna filled with more cum.”

MURATA FUMA : Inside

₊˚⊹♡ buff guy here has a breeding kink and you can’t tell me otherwise. he loves the warm feeling of his cum just pouring inside your walls, he’ll even fuck it back inside you if it leaks out. he also loves how full your insides look when he’s done, nothing satisfies him more than the fact he just fucked his babies in you.

“aw princess, i’m sure you can take more of my babies, no?”

WANG YIXIANG : Face

𖦹 ⋆° ✮ hear me out bruh. can you imagine how nicholas would stare down at you as your face is covered in his cum? bye, he just LOVES knowing that he has you wrapped around him like a cute dumb pup, what more can he ask? his pretty groans as he lets strings of his cum squirt onto your face, his thumb taking some of it and pushing it past your lips to make you taste. he’s gonna get hard again.

“so pretty, maybe the others should see, huh?”

BYUN EUIJOO : Face/Inside

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ 02z twinnin wbk! euijoo also loves having your face covered his cum, but he adores having his cum shoved deep in you more. we all know how he wanted to be a dad, he’s going to definitely use that to his advantage when you let him breed you. whether his cum is leaking out of you or it’s dripping down your chin, he going to get turned on over again and make you take more of his cum.

“ah-ah-ah, come on y/n, you can take oppa’s cum again, can’t you?”

NAKAKITA YUMA : Back

⋆˚🐾˖° wbk yuma loves backshots. he loves how extra pretty your back looks covered in his cum and how he can easily scoop some up with his pretty fingers and fuck it inside you. his eyes would darken with so much lust again as he admires the work he left on your pretty back after he’s done fucking your brains out.

“so pretty, might have to go another round, hm kitty?”

ASAKURA JO : Mouth

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ our beloved introvert here, he already loves how well you can take his cock when blowing him but it drives him nuts when he sees your mouth filled with his own semen, you have no idea how much he would give to see you always staring up at him as it drips down your chin after you blow him off. his large thumb gently wiping away the excess or gently shoving it back into your mouth.

“nothing more i’d ask for than for your mouth to be filled.”

SHIGETA HARUA : Inside

₊˚⊹ ᰔ unexpected tbh but harua LOVES cumming inside you. he doesn’t care about cumming elsewhere but in you, he would even beg you sometimes to let him cum inside when his mind is going blank from how much he’s been fucking you absolutely stupid, you leak some of it out? oh he’s gonna push his cock back in and fuck it right back inside.

“nuh-uh.. you can’t let me drip out like that , pretty.”

TAKAYMA RIKI : Back

⋆˚✿˖° YUP TAKI LOVES BACKSHOTS YUP. he’s thrilled when you let him give you backshots, he finds it the most hottest thing on earth, and since he loves fucking you from behind as well, it checks out for him. he would take photos to beat his cock too when he’s in japan or at practice, etc. the look of his cum on your back gives him a boost in ego knowing he has you to himself.

“mm, nobody else is going to ever have you like this, ‘cause you’re mine.”

જ⁀➴ tini notez : haii! i hope this is what you meant, i was a tad confused on how you wanted this but i tried my best to incorporate their actual personalities into this as well as my own thoughts ofc! 🍚

[byunejoo]

&team legal line when … you are on your period

pairing &team legal line x fem reader

contents mentions of periods, all things period sex, fingering, shower sex, sex toys, grinding, dry humping, protected sex, cumming in pants

notes this is my first piece including jo and yuma. i will put their paragraphs under the cut, so you can skip over them if you don’t want to read them!

koga yudai 𐦍 케이

nothing a little shower action can’t fix! i think he would turn it into a game for himself, almost. put the warm water on and finger you to orgasm before the warm water runs out. he’s not afraid of getting a little messy when it comes to sex, even when you are on your period. he loves you and he will do anything you ask of him.

murata fuma 𐦍 후마

he also would mostly stick to doing things in the shower or bathtub when you are on your period, but it’s mostly for you. he would want to pamper you, run you a warm bath when you start cramping, and massage your shoulders while you soak. but he also knows that sometimes an orgasm will help with cramps or period headaches, so he’s no stranger to offering up his fingers.

nicholas wang 𐦍 니코라스

i firmly believe there is nothing that could stop nicholas from getting his dick wet. the minute you even mention in passing that you’re feeling a little needy and horny, he’s ready to go. place a towel down, put a condom on, and he’s down for it. he will, though, be a lot gentler and slower than he usually is when having sex.

byun euijoo 𐦍 의주

he’s honestly a little nervous and afraid to hurt you, and will probably offer you some privacy to use one of your toys on yourself at first. but if you need him, specifically, he will be happy to do some over the clothes stuff, and maybe even give you a little outwards stimulation with his fingers if that’s not enough. he, however, gets a little squeamish seeing blood, so i don’t think he would do anything further than that.

nakakita yuma 𐦍 유마

i believe he has one of the highest sex drives out of the members, and that doesn’t change even when you are on your period. of course, he won’t push you to do anything, but i think if anything it’s him getting needy while you’re on your period. he wouldn’t do anything you were uncomfortable with, but he might negotiate and make a deal with you to have a week where he does whatever you want sexually without expecting anything in return after you get off your period.

asakura jo 𐦍 죠

dry!!!! humping!!!! central!!!! he’s also shy and nervous and doesn’t want to hurt you, but who would he be to turn down a little kissing and grinding? his face would be so red and hot from how shy he is when he invites you to sit on his lap—large hands gripping your waist as he tries to keep up with your kiss and needy grinding. he honestly might cum first, embarrassingly fast, but he can’t help it!

[lunicho]

cant stop thinking of yuma who just cant look away from ur clevage when u wear a slimed tank top. when u notice and tease him he just denies it but his eyes would automatically come back to your breasts

perv yuma will always be a fave for me, the way he'd look so pretty with his hair framing his face, eyes darting back and forth from your eyes to your chest. when u notice you'd say smth like, "my eyes are up here yuma,," and he'll just flash u the cutest smile, "im looking at your eyes!" you'd give him a funny expression because he's very much not looking at your eyes. he'd momentarily look into them to prove his point but the moment you laugh and move on he'd be staring back at your breasts. he just can't help it! he wants to touch them so bad, or suck on them or kiss them but he's trying so hard to be respectful and keep listening to you but he's daydreaming sm that he wouldn't even notice when you stop talking. makes me think abt how he'd do anything to be able to feel your tits 💔💔 thinking abt a titjob with him 😖

[ejudollz]

So uh…..sub! Yuma….ahahaha…..

So uhhhhh if I said sub!Yuma who’s obsessed with vibrators….

Sub!Yuma loves vibrators and can’t deny how good it feels when it’s pressed hard on his tip…he practically purrs when you run it all over his cock…

WELL HELLO 😩😩😩😩 um yeah.. yeah.. yuma practically begs for you to run a vibrator all over his body. he loves how it's not the typical feeling of just your hand and can be paired with so many different things. a vibrator can go anywhere on his body and can make him feel so so sensitive. he loves when u hold it against his tip and ignore the way he tries to squirm away. he loves when you have some kind of control over him, pushing him down so he can't move away from you. you'd run the head of the vibrator over his nipples and he'd shiver, smiling up at you as he gets more excited. you'd run the vibrator down his body, stopping when you get to his lower body. he'd twitch under the vibrations, moaning slightly as u get close to where he really needs you. when you finally touch his tip he'd mewl, pressing his hips forward to get more. i lowkey wanna write smth with this like YUMAAAA 😭😭😭😭😭

[bananielle]

morning desire ♡ 🌱 nakakita yuma

genre smut 2.5k words warnings est. consensual somno. female anat for reader. oral (f recieving). cum eating. lazy ending. note using my old somno sungho fic for yuma cuz.. im in a soft mood for him hehe also im Lazy !! <3 killed me to reread this like i had a visceral reaction. the amt of times i said stfu to the screen yowza. if i messed up any grammar/spelling plz ignore mwah !! ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

soft, warm sunlight spills onto the bed where yuma is propped up on one elbow, observing you sleep snugly. an adoring smile rests on his face as he traces your profile with his eyes, wanting to etch how perfect you look in this moment into his memory permanently. you shift slightly, as if you could feel his gaze on you, and turn to lay on your back.

his breath catches in his throat at how beautiful you look, with your hair a tousled mess and your lips pulled up into a small tranquil smile, your brows furrowed softly. the smile on his face grows wider as he lets his eyes wander from your face and down your neck to rest them on your exposed collarbone and the purple bloom that decorates it, left there by him only hours ago. for a few seconds, he just studies it, remembering the soft whimpers that left your mouth when he sucked and nipped at the tender skin. 

a familiar throbbing starts in his boxers and his heart begins to beat faster at the mere thought of the lewd sounds you made. he reaches an index finger out to gently brush across the tiny bruise. his touch is feather-light. he drags his fingertip up your neck softly until it sweeps up  your chin and stops at your puffy lips. my pretty baby, he thinks, as he traces them gently. 

yuma is obsessed with how plump and pouty they are in the morning; so innocent looking compared to when they’re wrapped around his cock, coated in a mix of your spit and his cum. he imagines them brushing over his tip, your tongue barely peeking out to lick at the slit. fresh, hot desire ignites in his stomach, his cock twitching at the vision. somehow, you must feel his gentle touch, because you shift once again and a quiet, raspy sigh escapes your lips. butterflies erupt in yuma’s stomach at the sound. 

this isn’t the first time he’s been in a situation like this, where he wakes up before you and admires you for a while and the wholesome moment quickly turns dirty. when you look so sweet and peaceful lying down, so pretty and innocent just for him, he can’t help it. and you were so good to him the night before, taking his thick cock so well, letting him roll his hips against yours and fill you to the brim, afterwards letting him fuck your sore, overstimulated cunt with his tongue.

the image of you with your mouth open, cheeks burning red and tears streaming down your face as he licked up your folds flashes across his mind. he wants to see that same expression on your sleepy face, wants to taste you again. he feels a wet spot grow on his boxers, the fabric beginning to stretch as his cock hardens. 

carefully and discreetly, as best as he can manage with the burning desire coursing through his veins, he slides the covers off the both of you and lets them fall over the edge of the bed. his eyes gloss over at the sight of your body: your legs parted just a little, one hand resting over your stomach causing your top to ride up slightly and cling to every curve and dip of your waist, your nipples just barely pushing against the fabric.

his eyes rake over every inch of your exposed skin as he licks his lips in lust. he props himself up on his elbow again and brings his other hand to cup your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. he tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear and places a soft, sweet kiss on your forehead.

slowly, he drags his hand down your cheek, then your neck, then further down the center of your body, getting dangerously low until his fingers toy with the line of your panties. his breaths come in heavy as he watches his hand slip through the silk piece of clothing. a small gasp escapes him as his fingers finally touch your pretty cunt. he massages his them up and down your folds languidly, every now and then finding your clit to rub slow circles against it. 

he practically lunges for your jawline, wasting no time as he leaves lazy, wet kisses across it, the sound of his lips smacking against your skin filling the room. they travel down to your neck, nipping at your skin every now and then, eliciting the faintest whimpers from you. he reaches your collarbone and meets the spot of the night before, licking over it leisurely, then pressing a surprisingly innocent peck to it. all the while he’s still tending to your pussy, your juices slowly starting to coat his fingers.

your body responds to him so well, even in sleep. you spill onto him, and he’s moaning at the soaking wet mess. slowly, yuma slides his hand out of your panties, watching as his fingers drag up your stomach, leaving a faint trail of your juices behind to glisten in the soft sunlight. the pressure of his cock against his boxers grows; the sensation is too much for him and a shameless whine leaves his mouth.

yuma can’t wait any longer, so he sloppily sticks his fingers in his mouth, closing his eyes and groaning at the sweet taste of you as he sucks them clean. he pulls them out with a wet pop.

his attention to your now dripping wet pussy causes you to stir and mumble incoherently. he takes notice of your movement and positions himself over you, bending down to whisper in your ear. 

“shh, baby” he coos. “‘i’m not done with you yet, need my mouth on your pussy”. he kisses the spot just below your ear, then drags his lips down your neck, stopping to suck on your sweet spot. 

“i’ll take care of you, promise” he purrs, his voice raspy and hushed. he swirls his tongue over the sensitive area as you flutter between deep sleep and consciousness. 

he continues trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your body. they’re starved and desperate, a mess of tongue and teeth and spit. he lets his tongue glide down your stomach until he’s reached the line of your panties. he whines helplessly when he sees how soaked they are. it turns him on so much to see how you ache for him, even when you’re fast asleep.

unable to wait any longer, he hooks his fingers through the sides of your panties and just about tears them off of you. he runs his warm, slender hands down your legs before hooking his hands under them and placing them onto his shoulders. 

for a moment, yuma just ogles your pretty cunt, his heart nearly about to jump out of his chest, his cock twitching in delight. he hovers your drenched folds, making sure you can feel his warm breaths against it.

he’s so hungry for your cum, it’s all he wants, to slide his tongue deep inside of you and glide over every crevice of your walls and make you burst from pleasure. but your thighs are just too pretty to not give attention to, so plush and soft and the perfect place for him to mark you as his. he loves decorating the soft skin with pretty pink and purple blooms to remind you of who you belong to. 

he wastes no time marking you, pausing to linger on a sensitive spot of skin every now and then, taking it into his mouth to suck and bite gently, getting dangerously close to your heat. soft pecks and sloppy kisses are placed everywhere on your inner thighs, bruises already beginning to bloom.

both hands lightly brush down your thighs and you shudder at the sensation, your thighs absentmindedly clenching together, your body knowing better than your mind that you want yuma’s mouth attached to your cunt, devouring you to no end. 

he tightens his grip around you, kneading your thighs, cooing at you while he does. “ ‘s that relaxing for you, baby? hm?” he says against your pussy. your back arches slightly. 

“i know, i know”, he sighs, before he kisses the blossoming bruises, then suddenly licks a stripe up your dripping cunt. 

you drift between pleasure, sleep and consciousness, moaning weakly at each stroke of yuma’s tongue, your hands finding themselves tugging strands of his hair. every time he latches onto your clit, you find yourself sleepily shoving his face into your pussy even more. though you were still half-asleep, somehow, you managed to lazily start lifting your hips up and down. 

yuma swore he was about to cum when you started grinding against his face. while his mouth continued to ravish your cunt, his eyes looked up at the state of you: your back arched, one of your hands knotted in his hair, your mouth open slightly. with each delicate whimper of yours, he felt pre-cum soak his boxers, his cock aching for some kind of relief. 

he removes his hands from your legs, taking them off his shoulders and spreading them wide, gaping at how your pussy opens up for him. he slides two slender fingers deep into you, spreading your cunt open even more. another moan leaves his mouth, but this time it’s not quiet; it’s loud and unrestrained, breaking into a whimper at the end. your walls wrap around his fingers so well, so perfectly it makes him dizzy. he fucks you with them, slow and deep, intently watching how your body responds to them. 

he takes his time exploring your walls, slowly gliding over them, curling his fingers every now and then so they hit the right spots as you continue to sporadically grind your hips. 

“mmm, does that feel good, baby?” he mutters, then presses open-mouthed kisses to your folds, lapping up your juices. you spasm again, your hips jerking up harshly, trying to find his lips again. he slides his fingers out of you and lets his mouth take control.

“oh, f-fuck baby” he whimpers out as you push his face into your folds, grinding against his mouth as fast as you can manage. the tension in your belly threatens to snap, your state going from sleepy to completely fucked out with pleasure. 

“y-yuma, hmpph” the words barely make it out of your mouth, but yuma can tell you’re close to cumming with each desperate hump.

“i know, i know, baby” he purrs lowly. “love you so much—mmph-so mu-mph.” his own words struggling to be heard as he makes out with your pussy sloppily, his tongue going back and forth between lapping up your folds and swirling around your clit. he can’t help but grind against the edge of the bed for his own relief, which threatens to come quickly.

you’re squealing for him now, squirming and writhing above him, practically smushing his face into your pussy, using him to get off and it’s so hot, yuma feels himself about to reach his climax. 

he slides two fingers into your hole again, pumping them in and out of you, desperate for your cum. 

“cum in my mouth, baby, please” he whines pleadingly. he moans filthily against your cunt and the vibrations send you over the edge.

“hmpph, gonna cum y-yuma” you plead softly. white-hot pleasure shoots through your veins as you arch your back and dumbly move your hips up and down against his mouth to ride out your high.

yuma’s mouth is still latched onto you, trying to drink up every last drop of your cum. loud, desperate whimpers leave his mouth as he dumbly bucks his hips against the mattress reach his orgasm.

your breaths come in fast and heavy. “yuma” you whisper, weakly pulling his hair. 

he’s out of breath himself as he calms down from his high, but he still manages to crawl up to you to place a loving kiss to your cheek.

“you did so good for me” he says softly, and kisses your other cheek. “love you so much, angel” he breathes out. 

he stares fondly at your flushed face and the small strands of hair stuck to your forehead, and he gently moves them out of the way. your eyes flutter open ever so slightly to look up at him. he gives you a lazy smile.

“so pretty, all for me” he coos, then kisses you fervently, sticking his tongue into your mouth so you can taste yourself on him. he spends a couple minutes tangled up in your mouth before breaking away gently. “go back to sleep, baby” he hums over your lips as he strokes your hair soothingly.

after a few minutes, you end up lulling back to sleep as yuma presses feather-light kisses all over your face and pulls the covers back over you two. 

hi again <3 i hate this actually like oof. i hope this was okayyy lolz i really wanna get back into writing but my brain is just nawttt letting me at all in any way ☺️ i have one more fic i’m gonna use for a diff &team member hehe :3 then i’ll just be posting wtv i guess

[jonillaa]

BF!YUMA WHO.. ┊ nakakita yuma

PAIRING ┊ yuma x f!reader

GENRE ┊ smut

WC ┊ 620

WARNINGS ┊ yuma is horny asf , reader eats their own cum , yuma teases the reader a lot lol!! , lowercase intended (lmk if i missed anything!)

SYNOPSIS ┊ your boyfriend yuma, who has the highest sex drive out of all his members, loves pushing you to your limits.

A/N ┊ hayyyyy bff @takiberry here’s your first surprise while I work on your 2nd one 😍‼️plz like it i will literally cry..

bf!yuma who has an insatiable sex drive. his energy and cockiness were unmatched as he smirked up at you, bouncing you on his lap. the pleasure he brought you was so intense that you had already climaxed three times.

your thighs trembled, covered in sweat and slick with desire. your body screamed for rest, but yuma’s strong hands held you up effortlessly. his fingers dug into your hips, guiding your movements as he thrust into you relentlessly. the only sounds you could manage were fragmented whispers of his name and exhausted whimpers.

yuma reveled in the way he made you unravel, his smug smile never fading. he brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his large hand cradling your jaw firmly. "wake up, baby," he urged, his voice filled with desire. "open your pretty eyes."

"yu-yuma... it’s too much," you managed to gasp.

"but your pussy feels so good around me, love. just one more time," he coaxed, flipping your bodies so that you were on your back beneath him. he gripped your bruised hips and turned you onto your stomach. his fingers pressed into the flesh of your thighs, spreading them apart. leaning down, he kissed and licked your swollen and dripping core, kneading the backs of your thighs. he pulled away momentarily to admire your wetness, slipping his fingers between your slick folds. your tightness clenched around his digits, begging for release. "fuck, your pussy is so tight, baby. it’s practically begging to cum again."

—

bf!yuma who lays down beside you, pulling one of your hips towards him as you became his little spoon. his broad chest pressed against your back, and his throbbing cock rested against your ass. he wrapped his arm around your neck, gently squeezing your throat between his bicep and forearm. he chuckled against your ear as you gasped and scratched at his arm.

he entered you ever so slowly, shushing you and running his palm up and down your torso and hip as he filled you completely. he picked up the pace, disregarding your cries and whines as he thrust into you. your walls, bruised and pulsing, tightened around his wet cock, while his full balls slapped against your sensitive clit.

lost in the pleasure of your warmth and wetness, yuma swung his leg over your hip, pinning you down as he pounded into you. the headlock he had you in made you dizzy, and his raspy grunts and moans filled your ear. your pussy ached from his desperate thrusts.

even though you had already climaxed four times that night, yuma craved more. he wanted to feel you squeeze and gush around him as he reached his own release. "that’s it, baby," he groaned. "don’t stop squeezing me. you’re such a good girl. i knew you could handle one more."

after a few thrusts to ensure his release, yuma flipped your limp body onto your back and finally pulled out. he brushed your hair away from your flushed face and pressed soft kisses to your lips. then, he moved down the bed to admire your pussy once again. yuma never missed the chance to watch his cum drip out of you, collecting the juices and making a mess around your swollen lips. he used his fingers to push it back inside you, overstimulating your tired body and causing your legs to shake.

he brought his sticky fingers to your lips, urging you to taste yourselves. yuma loved watching your pretty lips suckle around his long fingers. he enjoyed the sight of your bare chest rising and falling slowly, your sleepy and satisfied eyes gazing up at him as his cum continued to leak out of you onto the sheets.

[dolliuv]

hai💗 how ruthless do u think jealous yuma would be:p

⋆˚🐾˖° how ruthless would jealous!yuma would be ~

- warnings : dom!yuma, degrading, senpai kink, rope bunny reader, use of toys, mean yuma, afab reader!

:💭: hewwo anonie !! <3 i hope you luv this, i tried my very hardest on it for you 🫶🏻🐰

ᵎᵎ yuma would be so mean and ruthless when he’s jealous, especially if you’re doing it on purpose, he’ll find multiple ways to make sure you know your place, who you belong too. you’re purposely flirting with jo to piss him off? he’ll have you shaking from his fingers alone once you get to his room. you keep teasing him while he’s at practice with pictures of you in his shirt? he’ll tie you up and leave you alone with a vibrator inside you, taking it out when he feels like it. yuma would be super mean :((, he’s such a jealous boy and hates when his pretty girl is doing things just to get what she wants.

ᵎᵎ yuma would be so degrading when he’s doing whatever he wants to you, mean names, ‘insults’, you name it :>. he has a massive humiliation kink and will use any opportunity that you piss him off to humiliate you in front of his members or just make you feel embarrassed all in all. he would be saying: “so you think it’s cute to feel up on my friends in front of me? what’s next, you’re gonna let them fuck you like the whore you are?” “aw how cute, kitten can’t take it anymore? that’s too bad.” “you can take it, i know you can, you wanted to piss me off, right?”

ᵎᵎ yuma would use many different toys on you to make sure you’ve learned your lesson, he isn’t giving you what you want until you apologize like a baby and beg for him, call him senpai and he might even give in quicker.

ᵎᵎ but once yuma is done with you, he’ll automatically go back to sweet loving cat he is, making sure he didn’t hurt you, asking if you’re okay, cleaning you up and giving you some snacks and water :(

[destiny-fics]

&Team Masterlist

All my &Team works can be found here!

Key:

(A) - Angst

(M) - Mature. 18+ Minors DNI

(F) - Fluff

(S) - Series

*Fic specific warnings will be at the beginning of each fic

Koga Yudai

Coming Soon

Murata Fuma

Coming Soon

Wang Yixiang

11:45 pm (M) (F)

Byun Euijoo

Coming Soon

Nakakita Yuma

Coming Soon

Asakura Jo

Coming Soon

[sakuyaswish]

Sometimes I just wanna suck him like a caprisun until his stomach caves, so that weird

[takiberry]

OT8 &TEAM KINKS ^__^

🐙: this post contains smut thoughts of: Yuma, Jo, Harua, & Taki! please refrain from reading theirs if you feel uncomfortable abt it!

warnings: it says in the title what it is. 😊

KOGA YUDAI ( K ):

- Daddy Kink: do i even need to explain this..

- Manhandling: He’s a strong buff man 1/2 , i bet he would love being able to throw you around and have his way with you.

- Size Kink: This is pretty self explanatory, he’s huge.

MURATA FUMA:

- Manhandling pt2: What can I say other than how much he loves showing off how strong he is and his muscles, he loves how you grip his biceps while he rams his cock into you

- Bulge Kink: He has a FAAAAAT cock and you can’t tell me otherwise, he would love the sight of the outline of his cock in your tummy :(

- Daddy Kink pt2: again self explanatory…

WANG YIXIANG ( NICHOLAS ):

- Daddy Kink pt3: He just loves being called Daddy what can i say 🤷‍♀️

- Size Kink: He’s a giant too, no doubt he would love how small you’d look being fucked under him <33

- Choking: He has NICEE hands, they’re so pretty, he would love choking you tbh

BYUN EUIJOO ( EJ ):

- Oppa Kink: This isnt ‘cs he’s korean, i swear, i genuinely think he would LOVE being called oppa, no matter if you’re younger or older

- Hair Pulling: He doesn’t care if you have long hair or short hair, he WILL pull.

- Degrading & Praising: His voice is literally sweet like honey, do you realize how much hotter it would be if he starts degrading you but yet praising you at the same time??/?/?/

NAKAKITA YUMA:

- Public Sex: He has a high sex drive and you can’t tell me otherwise 😊

- Restraints ( Giving ): He loves having his way with you, he will use anything to tie you up with like shirts, ties, belts, etc.

- Manhandle: He is one rough man, do you see how quickly he starts gettin all fuckin naggy?

ASAKURA JO:

- Size Kink: I just know he has one, he’s a literal giant if not a fucking titan, he loves being in control and the size kink sets it off for him

- Bulge Kink: He has a big cock, thats it.

- Senpai Kink: Not because he’s japanese, he would love hearing your voice calling him senpai.

SHIGETA HARUA:

- Senpai Kink: He feels a sense of power and dominance when you call him senpai.

- Oral Fixation ( Giving ): He LOVES eating you out, absolutely, 100%. He will overstimulate you.

- Restraints ( Giving ): He wants to have his way with you too, so he will be just like Yuma and use anything to tie you up

TAKAYMA RIKI ( TAKI ):

- Oppa Kink: Something about it to him, he loves how it sounds when it slips your lips.

- Rough Sex: He’s mean as fuck, idc what you say, he will fuck you until you’re SOBBINGGG

- Degrading: Again, he’s def a meanie in bed, like he’s a menace. His degrading is CRAZY.

[byunejoo]

&team legal line and … their hair preference

alternative title are they clean shaven or not? what do they like on their partner?

pairing &team legal line x fem reader

contents mentions of body hair, pubic hair, waxing, shaving, trimming, and the lack thereof

notes body hair is natural and nothing to be ashamed of. these are preferences, however nobody can tell you what to do with your hair except yourself. these are my headcanons, please do not take these as facts.

koga yudai 𐦍 케이

k really prefers to wax himself bare. he tried it once and never looked back; it just saves him so much hassle. he prefers to keep his body hair neat, so now instead of taking time to trim frequently, he goes to a waxing salon for about 30 minutes every 3-4 weeks for a clean up.

he doesn’t mind what you choose to do with your hair, just as long as it doesn’t get in the way of what he’s doing. k is really big on giving oral, so i think as long as he can get it out of the way when he’s doing his thing, he doesn’t have that much of an opinion.

murata fuma 𐦍 후마

fuma gives me massive natural vibes. it’s not entirely left alone, he does still trim it when it gets too long, but other than that it’s left alone. i think on a good day he might would even leave his happy trail alone.

on you, he prefers the same, i think. something natural but still well-maintained and clean. he, for lack of better words, likes the bush look. as long as you’re happy with it, that is.

nicholas wang 𐦍 니코라스

with nicholas, there’s no telling what you’ll get on any given day. sometimes you pull his pants down and he’s got a full bush, other times he’s shaved clean and everything in between. it just depends on his mood that day.

with you, he says he likes when you have it trimmed closely. so it doesn’t tickle his face when he’s between your legs or you sit on his face, he says. he likes the look of a bush, but he doesn’t like the tickle of it and he loves eating you out. so he likes a small hedge per se.

byun euijoo 𐦍 의주

i believe euijoo doesn’t really care much about shaving, but he will do it. every once in a while he will get a close trim, but otherwise let’s it go natural between. however, he probably likes for his balls of all things to be smooth. that’s one thing he will keep up with.

he’s the type to not really have much of an opinion about your hair, but he would probably like the occasional fun shape. if you were to go to the waxing salon and get a little heart shape or triangle shaped patch of hair left behind on your pubic bone, he would think it’s so cute.

nakakita yuma 𐦍 유마

with yuma, i think he’s fairly simple. he would clean up the hair underneath, on his balls, but would leave the hair on his pubic bone mostly untouched. as long as it doesn’t get too long, then he’ll trim it back a little.

he prefers the same on you. he doesn’t care much for you being completely bald — clean up a little and leave the rest alone. it’s a nice balance between shaven and unshaven. the best of both worlds, if you will.

asakura jo 𐦍 죠

jo most definitely has a full bush. no questions about it. he really can’t be bothered with the upkeep, so unless you directly ask him to do something with it, i don’t think he would. probably had every intention of doing so one time but was scared he’d cut his balls off on accident LMAO

same thing with you, he doesn’t care. he’s really just happy to be involved. he doesn’t mind if you rock a full bush; in fact, it might would help him feel better about his own. that’s not to say he’d be particularly upset if you did to choose to shave, because he wouldn’t be. it’s your choice, after all!

[lunicho]

what about who’s most likely to be into biting :3333

this answer may be predictable but yuma and taki!! i feel like yuma lovesss to bite you because he knows his teeth can cause that sting of pain that fills you with pleasure. he loves to see the way you wince as he sinks his teeth into your skin and he loves the way the shape of his teeth gets imprinted into your skin. taki on the other hand is into biting but more than that he loves when you bite him. he loves when you suddenly decide to bite his thigh or his arm during sex or when you bite him to keep yourself quiet 💖

[4doras]

SECRET SANTA ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆

an unknown person keeps sending you gifts, who could it be? ⊹♡

yuma x reader

genre. fluff (lowercase intended)

wc. 1.2k

a/n. first andteam fic, i hope this is as good as you guys expected~ also the yuma pic fuelled this whole thing, he looks so cute omg (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

warning for mentions of death jokes!

at first, you thought it was a game of ding-dong-ditch. that was until you saw a gift sitting outside your door. it was a box— nicely covered with wrapping paper with cats and sharks on it, adorned with a small note on top.

you looked left and right for anyone who could’ve given this present, though it must’ve been a magician, considering no one was on either side.

“for: y/n, i hope you enjoy december. from: big cat” was what was written on the note. big cat? who was ‘big cat’? it was hard enough to think about who would have sent you this, even harder was thinking about someone you knew who could represent a cat.

you hastily picked up your phone, fingers basically shooting holes through the screen with how aggressively you typed.

“did any of you guys send me a present?” pressing enter, you send it to your friends: nicholas, maki, fuma, taki, harua, ej, k, and jo.

“nope, not me. i’m broke.” nicholas instantly replied.

“it’s from ‘big cat’… who’s big cat?…” you had your suspicions on nicholas, especially because you always thought he represented the face of a cat, but you remembered his financial state. surely he couldn’t have bought you a present.

the rest of your friends defended themselves, all collectively saying no.

“you have a secret admirer, y/n!” you could hear haruas giggles through the screen.

more under the cut!

“be quiet, haru.” followed by a string of rolling eye emojis.

you gently tore the wrapping paper as if it would hurt the person, and pulled the box out, recognising it as a prada box. your jaw immediately dropped.

“okay guys… who sent the prada box…” you had to re-type the sentence almost four times because of how illegible the typos were.

“PRADA??” all your friends were astonished by the brand, you could imagine their shocked faces.

you were rethinking everything now. did you have a stalker? how could the ‘cat’ know that you’ve wanted the bag for so long? you always told your friends about how much you needed a prada bag, and how you would ‘die’ if you didn’t get it. but fear not, you wouldn’t be dying anytime soon.

₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚

after the first gift, you thought you wouldn’t get another. maybe one on christmas day, but not one everyday.

your new found collection of very expensive gifts grew, and grew. of course, you appreciated the gifts, and how well suited they were for you, everything somehow embodied you, but you just wished you knew who sent the gifts to you. you’d want to meet the sender over any gift.

little did you know that day would come soon.

₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚

a familiar voice rang from behind you, harua. “y/n! wanna go out with the guys for christmas? plus, you can meet our new friend.” a sly grin formed on his face at the end of his sentence, one that wasn’t just happy to see you. though, you would usually reject anyone’s offer who had that sort of unsettling expression, you accepted his invite.

you woke up to snow falling from the sky, a beaming layer of snow covering the ground, the air was replaced with the sweet smell of gingerbread men, it was the perfect christmas morning.

“about to leave, see you guys in a while!!” you quickly sent a text to your friends before leaving, not before grabbing your scarf, and wrapping it round your neck.

₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚

a hand waved up in the air of the cafe, catching your attention, then noticing it was haruas. you scurried over to the table, greeting all your friends, then noticed the odd one out, a boy with pink hair who you never saw before.

“i’m yuma,” the boy smiled, giving you a small wave.

“i’m y/n,” reciprocating his smile and sitting down.

as the other eight chatted together, you and yuma got to know one another better. you told yuma about yourself, and your hobbies, and yuma did the same. he was so invested to tell you about his interests— he was rambling on about every little detail. though it could’ve been annoying or boring to others, you wanted to know more about everything he said. you were completely immersed in his story that you didn’t notice that everyone had been staring at you two. “wrap it up, yuma. we have to go.” fuma was already standing up, ready to leave. “i hope i’ll see you again, y/n.” yuma bid you goodbye, as you both shared a smile. “me too, yuma.”

₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚

though you thought the christmas luck was over, the night didn't end until you got another gift. except this time the gift was a small folded note, that lay apologetic in front of your door.

even though you got your daily gift, you still felt upset because of your missed opportunity. you knew you’d love yuma from the start, but you didn’t call after him to get his number. why? your meeting might’ve been your first and last, so why did you let the moment pass? but you must get over things. your fingers lingered over the edge of the paper as you opened it. a line of numbers were the only things that filled the paper, leaving you dumbfounded. but you thankfully realised: it was a phone number.

it was odd. no words were followed by the number, nothing to tell you about the number.

you punched the numbers into your contacts list, and sent the number a text:

“who are you?”

“oh, hi y/n :)”

“merry christmas, i forgot to tell you when we met”

“we met???”

“can we meet up… again?”

“where?”

“luné park, i’ll see you there”

₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚

usually, you wouldn’t meet up with a stranger who said that you’d already met them, especially when you didn’t have a clue who it could’ve been, but something made you want to know who it was, even when it could be a murderer.

you sat on the swings at the park, scrolling on your phone as you waited for your big cat. “y/n?” your head perked up from the sweet tone, calling your name. “yuma? what’re you doing here?” you didn’t have a clue what he was doing here, all you wanted to do was find your mystery gift sender. “i said we’d meet at luné park, right?” he giggled, his soft smile adorned on his face. “you’re big cat?” your eyes widened, only now realising that he had been sending you such lavish gifts. his hand shot behind his neck, a warm glow growing on his cheeks. “yeah…” he seemed more embarrassed now.

you couldn’t have wished it was anyone else.

you got off the swing, giving him a hug. his scent was warm, like hot chocolate. your hand crept up to his head as you played with the longer parts of his hair that felt like velvet, despite its heavy dyed colour. “but why did you send gifts to me?” you asked him after you let him go. “you don’t get it?” he pulled you back, looking you straight in the eyes. “i like you, y/n.” the air around you went still. it felt as if you and yuma were the only people on earth. somehow, you stumbled on all your words just trying to start your sentence. which made you realise you needed to have another way to show yuma that you loved him too.

you kissed him on the cheek. you had to stand on your tiptoes, holding onto yuma as you gave him a peck on the cheek. when you stood back from yuma, you saw his already existing blush grow brighter.

“be my— no, can i be your boyfriend?” he took up your hands, pleading like a puppy.

“yes, yuma.”

[cirqosmos]

a taste of cotton candy. n.yuma

PROMPT #90: sadistic protector

DIALOGUE #63: “it’s like you were made for me.”

WORDCOUNT: 4k

WARNING: yandere, noncon kissing, gore.

AUTHOR'S NOTE, it was suppose to be a 1k oneshot random prompt while working on jungwon's corpse bride but i got carried away lol. haven't written for like months, doing it on and off so my writing might be pretty crusty lol. there might be plenty of grammar errors but i still hope you enjoy it 🫶 thanku for reading ^^ also there will be no part 2s for my oneshots :)

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄? If that was the case then the thing is, you weren't so sure of who you are anymore---was what they often say. You had no idea, why.

"Who are you, even?"

"You are not you anymore."

"Do you still know who you are?"

"Think again, who were you—before you met him?"

Those are the words and questions often repeated by your dear friends and even acquaintances on random occasions, but you find their questions rather odd, weird and sometimes it comes off as plain rude in your opinion.

Why do they keep repeating the same thing over and over again. Aren't they tired?

You assume that must be the case. They must be, they must have been. They must've finally gotten tired of you by how they've inevitably left your side and from your life, even their phones was out of reach. It was as if they've disappeared with little to no trace.

Having no idea of what went wrong, it felt as if you've done nothing. But it's fine, it's totally fine, he says. You don't need them anyways. Friends never leave you, but they did. And that's what you only need to think about.

However you can't just help it wondering what went wrong. Everything was going perfectly fine till—

"You're overthinking again, aren't you? Those friends?"

A hand waves back and forth before your eyes, pulling you out of your world—looking down at your lap to see your boyfriend, Yuma laying on your lap cozily.

You shrugged, smiling a little before responding, "Nothing, it's just. . It's just too bad, isn't?"

Yuma's eyebrow furrowed in annoyance, emitting a slight scoff before pulling the blankets over his frame. "Friends don't leave you, and they did. You know that right?"

"I know." A forceful smile crept up your lips.

Yuma seems not be satisfied with your answer judging by the furrow between his eyebrow deepens. He huffs, pressing a chaste kiss on your lips which caught you off guard.

"What was that!" You let out a brief chuckle, covering your lips abashedly.

"Quit thinking about them already, they don't deserve a place in your mind so now why don't you just—" With a toothy grin, he placed your hand on his head. "Pat my hair? You like it, don't you?"

A light-hearted giggle escapes your lips, as you caressed his luscious pink hair. "Alright, alright."

"And, let's get some cotton candies later, yeah?"

You agreed giddily, concentrating on how his hair had now grown a tad bit longer just like when you met him for the first time. His hair was your favourite, you’ve grown used to ruffle his hair with into a mess, as it puts you in a state of peace, hushing away every thought that wears down your mental health.

It was like you were pulling a cotton candy apart; it reminded you of those days as a child when you ran off to the candy stand, being all giddy and bouncing off your feet as your father handed you the fluff ball resembling a cloud, and it tasted exactly like it; tickling your taste buds, divinely sweet—you almost feel this was the closest to heaven you could ever be, its fluffiness hugging your lips before collapsing on your tongue, melting away on your saliva and down your throat—inducing a huge surge of dopamine as it enters your soul.

Sheer bliss filled your little soul with its first taste.

It’s like cotton candy was always made for you, you’d like to believe it was, ever since.

So when you met the boy with the shade of his hair being all your favourite colour all while eating a cotton candy, you knew somehow that you two might became good friends, at least you thought so. The colours of cotton candy ranges from numerous variety of colours and flavours; often reminding you of the prismatic rainbow—yet the hue of soft pink and its distinctive vanilla flavour was more strongly embedded in your memories.

The chill breeze of summer illustrating his soft bouncy hair into the image you held dearly, and everything about him as he took a bit of it was all so childish; remnants of your precious childhood memories.

You had a silly brief debate in your own world that he might look like one but you'd rather him having the 'taste' of sugar. Looks aren't everything despite it being the very fact that intrigues you about him and you were so right, sickly sweet—paired with playful mischievousness that brings the very same giddiness that once washed over your little soul.

His overall personality and character was akin to the summer sun complementing the shade of his hair; his piercing cat eyes imbued in vibrance—complementing his outspoken character, yet it can be oddly warm and affectionate.

It's so stupid finding yourself giggling at such a silly thought. Maybe that was probably a silly, silly crush at first sight; with everything about him bringing the word 'sugar' into life—you almost feel like you could get a cavity spending all day and night thinking about him.

But you two grew a tad bit closer than you ever think it would be and sure it did—it was really like he was made for you. A believer of fate, strange as it may seem, perhaps there was a predetermined fate written across the stars that may have formed such a coincidence, you’d like to think so once in awhile.

Perhaps you’ve grown too much closer with him, too fond with the entirety of him.

That's why you didn't find it peculiar when his pink hair that you adore was blotched with a much darker shade of pink one day, but it was just little too dark to your taste, you were afraid too admit.

“Huh?" You felt the tips of the tainted strands between your index finger and thumb, "What is this? Where did you got this from?”

It doesn’t feel right nor does it complement his hair. It even had that metallic scent you couldn’t put right into your mouth.

Yuma opens his eyes, pupils darting over his fringe. "Oh, that? It's just paint, you know those school projects, my cousin had an art project and wanted me to help with it. But that little brat decided to ruin my hair. I just forgot to wash it."

You let out a chuckle imagining the scene of him going all pikachu face after finding out, shortly adding a brief, "I see."

He sat up, pulling a mischievious look as he leans closer, brushing his nose against yours. "Care to help me with it then?"

"Of course."

Hovering the shower hose above his head as he does all the work in scrubbing the paint off his hair, your eyes were pulled on the washed off residues flowing down the bathtub. Paint? You are aware that paints has this particular chemical smell to them, but the way it smudged over the tips of your fingers just gives you the ick. This vile pungence smothers your sense of smell and suffocates your throat.

This can't be a paint, right?

Observing the way he dry off his hair with a towel in front of the mirror was your favourite thing to do, but there was something that bugs you more than anything else, that same dirty dark shade on his back—right above the neckline of his shirt.

"Hey, your shirt." you pointed out, brushing your finger against it. There it was again, that very same pungence that crawls down your spine. It reeks of blood. Your eyes searched for any injuries across his skin but to no avail, there was none. Was there a car accident on the way home, leading him to help the victims and he just didn't find it of great importance to tell you? Right, it could be that.

But why did he have to lie then?

Yuma's groans reaches the insides of your piled up thoughts, whining about he have to take a shower again.

"Hey, are you drifting off again?"

You stuttered, "Oh, no—its n-nothing."

"Hm, why don't you join me in the shower then?" He pulls out a toothy grin, your cheeks heated up almost immediately at his suggestions.

"Pervert! Just get on with it!" You pushed him off, I'll wait outside."

A couple of giggles escapes Yuma's lips, filling up the room as you stormed out, slamming the door close. You let out a huge exhale as you leaned against the door, slapping your cheeks lightly.

Right. Who cares if he lies? It's all for your own good anyways. It has always been for your good.

Right?

You may have been proven wrong by your initial assumption though.

Judging by how that reeking smell keeps surfacing back on his hair, his skin, and on the clothes he wore. A car accident, an art project, or could it be that he kept injuring himself for no reason? Or was he going through a rough patch, not telling you because he doesn't want to worry you?

It must be!

No. You can't let that happen.

Filled with immense concern, you somehow found yourself trailing behind him. It felt wrong —invading his privacy and all that, it was stupid even but with all this growing dread and fear, maybe you just need to take a little look. Getting all suspicious of him and probing him with all sorts of questions might hurt his feelings, so a little look won't hurt right?

It was too unrealistic to even think of that kind of scenario, so you'll just go back home after all this ends. But if you were proven right, then, it pains you to just imagine him doing all that to himself.

What was he even thinking? You are his girlfriend, so why wouldn't he just pour himself out to you and go through it together?

You often said it yourself, I only had you and you only had me! Clenching your fists as tight as you can to appease yourself down as you were getting close to the residential area, atleast---you can't let Yuma get all worked up to see you like this. If anything, you had to be strong for him.

Yet your feet was glued on the asphalt. What is this, this odd feeling washing over your soul? Fear? What are you even scared for? What are you even trembling about?

Right.

It's there again.

From the distance, right where the alley was at—carried away by the nightsky breeze; the same vile pungence that drowns your soul.

That smell you once encountered on the way to school; the victims in a hit-and-run accident, where that red fluid leaking out down their face, pooling on the asphalt. It was weird now that you think back of it again, your pulses didn't accelerate nor you were filled with panic seeing all the graphic sight, but if anything, it was definitely the smell.

The breeze on that day of autumn didn't help either, bringing the coppery smell into your nostrils which had you nauseous almost instantly, clutching your tummy as you bend down, kneeling down as you threw all up on the asphalt.

The image of a melting cotton candy under the luminous summer sun hanging above the marmalade expanses, that damned ice cream in the background—dripping down their forearms in the heated dazed state was replaced instead with the inky sky deciding to pour powders of white cottons into your line of vision, you splayed your hands to catch one.

Like a paradise of white cottons you can throw yourself on to make snow angels—was however an avalanche of red fluid.

A sight that never bothers you ever since but this—this scene now, this very image before you is truly a downright terror to your eyes.

It sums it all up, like a piece in a puzzle—fitted like an answer to the lost wonder of a child's mind.

And its so fucking stupid, really. To stand over there like an idiot, before him, before the completed puzzle of carnage that imbued every nerve inside you with aghast. You tell yourself to run, eyes frantically darting at every single object in your line of vision—screaming at yourself to lift your damn foot and the other, away from everything.

His fringe that you oh so adore to feel against the tips of your finger, deeply awe at its tender innocence was now contorted into a dripping mess of grotesque. That face and pair of eyes was no longer of a vibrant sun but one that you are no longer familiar of; a gaping void that terrifies your soul.

It was not peace that it brings you anymore, but a hysterical fight-and-flight response going rampant inside your head.

“Ah, you caught me.”

Your pulse accelerates at the way those words left his mouth in such a playful manner. It was just like him, but at the same it was not. He was not the boy that strives to play pranks you at every way possible when he's in the mood for it, this was not the version of him you've grown accustomed to.

Or did you really know him all this time?

That's when Yuma can't help the delightful grin that aches to surfaces in his feline features, observing how your expressions undergoing the stages of horror and disbelief yet he finds it all too adorable that he couldn't help but makes his way towards you, dropping the decapitated arm on the drenched asphalt with little to no care. 

Everything smells utterly horrendous in this alleyway; the growing pile of garbage in the dumpster and the smell of rotting corpse beneath him. Yet the moment you appeared seems to cover or better yet in his words, washed away all the stench.

Pretty, he thought—but that would he an understatement. But he has another idea, one that would make you a hell lot more prettier.

Yuma held your face in his blood-soaked palms, cupping your cheeks with profound affection all written across his eyes, "You often told me I look pretty in pink, now I think," he caresses your cheek, tainting your skin with every bit of its shade. "You look prettier in red."

You wanted to go home and crawl to the tiles of your bathroom, aching to rub off this nauseous thing all over your skin.

“It's like you were made for me.”

The urge to pull you closer to him grew immense, the sheer contrast of your skin from the ones he hold just a min ago was incomparable, as always he thought. Going back home at dawn, after everything was finished—back to your arms was his bed of solace. "And you are."

Him cupping your cheeks affectionately was no longer a fond memory—imbuing your insides with the sheer sweetness you used to love, one you've always find the comfort of the clouds, and the sensation of heaven. Now it's only infiltrating each corner, twisting and contorting your insides in a mess.

You asked yourself; was it melting or was it simply a mould? In any case, your only mistake was leaving it a plenty time of its own enough for it to come to it's ultimate aftermath. 

No.

Perhaps it was all way before back then, with that picturesque of cotton tinted image in your head—you illustrated a bed of cottons around him, with his portrait as the centre of it all. Cottons now shred apart in bizarre contorted fleshes, once a bed of tenderness and kindness now only seem to only drive sheer numbers of claws into your tummy.

Who knew cottons could hide a wolf beneath it Deranged, an image of dread and lost souls on their way to the underworld was all that was left.

Those pretty tongue of yours were unable to form coherent words, he almost finds it stupidly adorable that he instead answers it for you, confirming all the questions in your hand with one sentence.

“Hm, it is. It is me.” Yuma looks over his shoulder, his fringe felling apart from his usual neat slicked back hair—to the middle of his forehead, a look of madness. “You just have no idea how they were all yapping all senseless, so fucking dumb---I just have to shut them up for awhile. But no need to fret anymore. No one's going to separate us anymore. He's the last one anyways."

"You! You monster! How could you? They've--" You swallowed a sore lump down your throat, the imaginary clouds you've been floating on all along was a false sense of security. "They've done nothing to you! So why? Why?"

"But I was still right, wasn't I?" Yuma raises his brow in pure mockery, "Friends don't leave you, I make them. But they were just so full of themselves, so sure of themselves that they,"

His grip tightens around your wrist, prompting you to yelp in pain.

"—Could make you leave me, but guess what?" He lets out a grin, letting out a spine-chilling laughter at himself. “They're all gone, and i'll do it all over again.”

Hot tears surfaces and your lips trembles at the revelation, releasing a hysterical scream. Your cries were amplified further with cold air on your cheek was replaced with wet slimy slick down your jaw, repeating in arbitrary motions. 

The sugary bed of a cotton candy, melting into your tongue now replaced with a stench; his thumb now digging deeper into the cavern of your mouth to the bed of your tongue, causing you to writh in pain, an intense scream blew out of your throat as you try to pry his hands and arms off yet he didn't budge one inch.

The all too familiar metallic taste now engulfed your mouth, sending you into a rampant state. Flesh and blood, your very own. Now how does it taste? His eyes scream those very question, not giving you a chance to escape those piercing pupils.

"Swallow it all up, I'll help you with your phobia. Don't worry, i'm here with you, through all of it."

"I-it h-hurts! Y-ma!" Shutting your eyes as tight as you can, fingers trembling at the sheer strength he displays before you. "St-stop! Pl—"

A side of him you never knew existed.

“You often say that you like cotton candy, now drink it all up. Am I not your precious cotton candy?” Yuma held you closer, his other hand curling on your back and slowly going up your scalp, twisting your hair in between his digits.

A purr that sends waves of electrifying shivers to your neck as he presses a following tender kiss, reaching a painful seconds.

"This is good, though. You finding out." Yuma says, and before you knew it, his lips captures yours—colliding and fitting perfectly like a piece of puzzles together. his eyelashes fluttering like a cat's tail, swaying in hypnotizing motion.

He nipped down your lower lip in playful motions, a series of mumbles escapes your mouth however he presses them down by deepening his lips against yours. It fits so perfectly, tastes like slight caramel and fluffy—it tastes just like when you had your first kiss together; warm and kind—but the languid pace soon picks up–sending alarms to your head that this was not it—turning into something you were unable comprehend.

He briefly pulls away, saying, "Because I'm tired—fed up of acting like a part of your sweetened perception on me."

Reality surges right back up; the heavy pungent taste of copper flooded on your tongue and his, hitting so deep in your throat—you were choking so bad.

Your eyes blew open trying to push him off but the grip in your neck strengthens, and the other tangles your hair deeper in its claws causing you to whine from the throbbing pain on your scalp, and the muscle on your nape grew numb in fatigue trying to escape. Forced to relish in such state, your eyes were forced to met with the ghastly sight from behind him once again; downright shivers washed over your soul, its too comical—it resembles your very own favourite activity.

Ripping and shredding each cottons rather than swallowing them whole, you relished in the idea of savouring each taste. However this was too much, more than you can take. He tastes like cotton candy, but its flavour dipped in a pond full of corpse and carcasses. A heaven you once assumed, now it gazes at you back—devouring every piece of you and melting you away into its den.

Now ain't you the one being savoured right now—with every last bit and drop of your sanity ceasing to exist?

His tongue infiltrated the depths of your mouth, forcing it wide open with his fingers digging your jaw. Invading each corner with an avalanche of greed, it was all unlike the tender fluffy memories you had; a sloppy mess with the stench of blood tainting your face deeper as he explores your mouth with frantic movements. Gentle love was out of the question but rather that of intense impatience, he grins into the kiss pulling away for a moment—relishing in the taste of you and the blood altogether, licking it like a maniac in its world of craze.

"You taste like cotton candy." He says before capturing your lips in his once again.

A sweet confection dipped in heavens—to him, you are of an aphrodisiac flavour.

His pink fringe obscuring his line of vision was a heck of annoying thing and he didn't even like eating sweets—downright despise was much of a better definition to describe it whenever his eyes fell on one. Being forced by his parents to look after his little cousin right after school ends was already a mood-wrecker and now he had to force himself to eat a goddamn sweet just to keep those boba eyes from pouring out an avalanche of waterfall.

Yuma lets out a long and heavy sigh, what else could go wrong today? He asked himself as he holds the cotton candy in his hands, dreading so much just by the entire look of it. He shuts his eyes tight as he tries to gobble it all up in one bite, chewing and swallowing it an immense speed—melting it all away on his tongue as fast as he could.

Yet the taste still hits right after much to his sheer displeasure.

It tasted sweet, and it was so fucking horrible that his face contorted into an immense cringe—he could spit it out at any moment if the little boy ever rips his sticky boba eyes on him, and the goddamn breeze ruining his hair only brings a newfound irritation. Yuma was about to throw the miserable fluff in the bin when the boy wasn't looking, distracted by a bunch of balloons—when he caught you gazing at him. Somehow, someway, the taste of cotton candy on the bed of his tongue doesn't seem to taste any sweeter any more, it was surprisingly bland.

He doesn't even like sweets, but now he wanted something sweeter.

And when you came around, striking a casual conversation much to his surprise—approaching him with all that stupidly funny words that he resembles a cotton candy because of his hair. Maybe it won't be too that bad to try sweets once in awhile.

Your presence itself invites him to take a look as well in what lies beyond in this delicacy called 'sweets' that people seems to relish on. What is it—the kind of ingredients blended in these sweets that pulls people deeper and closer?

Yuma always had that question for awhile now. But now he thinks he understands why, he can't seem to rip himself away from you too.

This urge to take a little more look, a little more taste; to savour every second your presence graces him with, how your words seem to glazed in sugar, inviting him to stay a bit more. He might have even grew selfish, a stark contrast of what his parents used to teach him about—share; your food, your clothes, your belongings to those in need—and he did exactly what he was told to, always had been.

Since he was a child, he never threw a tantrum when he had to give his toys away or when it was rip apart from him. Birthday cakes, sweets, gifts, pastries, every single thing his memories could reach—all he was willing to share, just because.

However, you were different.

Like a child greedy for sweets and candies, now he felt like one. So this is what it feels like—to be insatiable—to never get fed up, to savour each bite, to never let go, and hold on tight.

Yet your friends were just such a sore in the eye, sticking with you like a super glue—spewing all those words to separate you away from him. Can't they just shut the fuck up?

He needs you more than they do, and you definitely don't need them. The more Yuma gets a taste of your delicacy, the more he grew to despises the word 'share'.

So what better way than to shut them up for good?

"I know what you're thinking, but I won't let you spare such a stupid, stupid thought."

Carnal desires. Sheer obsession. Sweet tooth. You're going to be the death of him, the sole reason of his sanity and morality slipping away into nothing.

"But it's okay, you'll be good right? We'll get cotton candies later, hm? Now open your mouth wide."

Now that he have all of you to himself—he's going to make sure of it—to savour every last bit of you till you can no longer think of anything but him.

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illustration created by me, yuan.

JULY 12, 2024.

[jonillaa]

Hi! Can I please request the type of boyfriend Yuma is? Thanks!

ARE YOU BORED YET? ┊ nakakita yuma

PAIRING ┊ yuma x f!reader

GENRE ┊ fluff

WC ┊ 504

WARNINGS ┊ yuma and reader kiss , badly written , not proof-read , lowercase intended!!

SYNOPSIS ┊ yuma wanted to make your first date special and enjoyable. with that in mind, he takes you to a carnival and plans a romantic ferris wheel ride for just the two of you.

A/N ┊ omg hii everyone I’m so sorry for the late replies and answers 😓 I’ve been at my friend’s place for like the past couple of days and even though I’ve finished some requests, I decided not to post them until I was home. (p.s i literally can not write head-canons they always end up bad so here’s a small drabble instead! i hope you can interpret the kind of bf yuma is through this😭)

the line for the ferris wheel seemed to stretch on forever, with children running around excitedly while their parents waited in patient anticipation. yuma, your charming boyfriend, stood by your side, his snaggletooth shining whenever he grinned at you. his arm was draped casually around your shoulder, a gesture he often did to make you feel loved and protected.

"yuma, do you think the line will ever move?" you asked impatiently, glancing up at him.

he chuckled, his brown eyes sparkling mischievously. "well, i might have bribed the operator to stop the ride for a while so we can enjoy the view from the top together. so i guess, not anytime soon."

you playfully hit his arm, trying not to blush at the sweetness of his gesture. this was your first official date, and yuma was determined to make it unforgettable. as you both finally boarded the ferris wheel and reached the top, you gasped at the breathtaking sight before you.

the city lights twinkled like stars against the dark canvas of the sky. it was as if everything else faded away, leaving only the two of you in this magical moment. yuma turned to look at you, his eyes filled with awe and adoration.

"you know," he whispered, his voice warm and sincere, "this view doesn't even come close to how beautiful you look right now."

you felt your cheeks flush, unsure of how to respond. yuma had a way of complimenting you that made you feel like the only person in the world. he loved to tease you, but it was clear that his words held so much more than mere teasing.

slowly, he reached out and cupped your face in his hands, drawing you closer. the world seemed to pause in that moment, as yuma leaned in and gently pressed his lips against yours. the connection was soft and tender, just like yuma himself.

when he finally pulled away, his eyes were filled with warmth and affection. "i've been waiting for this moment, for us. you make everything so much brighter, y/n."

your heart swelled with happiness, knowing that this incredible person felt the same way about you. as the ferris wheel started it’s descent, yuma kept his arm around you, intertwining his fingers with yours.

"so, are you bored yet?" yuma asked, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

you let out a small laugh, shaking your head. "not at all. i could spend forever with you."

yuma’s cheeks turned a rosy shade of pink, and he looked away shyly. it was a side of him you rarely got to see, but one you adored. his teasing and jokes usually hid his vulnerability, but in moments like these, it shone through.

the two of you continued enjoying the ride, the lively atmosphere of the carnival filling your ears. yuma’s playful banter never ceased, creating a comfortable and familiar space between you. he knew just how to make you smile, how to make every second with him count.

as the ferris wheel began to move again, taking you back down to the bustling carnival below, you couldn't help but feel grateful for this incredible person in your life. in yuma, you found not only love but a partner who understood you like no one else.

[dolliuv]

hii!! I was hoping you could write something for dom yuma (or just headcanons)? maybe him being kinda mean in a teasing/gently aggressive way if that makes sense <3

⌗ headcanons of dom nakakita yuma 🍼

- warnings : smut thoughts about yuma, kink mentions, meanie yuma , senpai kink

: 💭 : hehe hai anonie :> , here is your request !! yuma as my bias wrecker does not help this brainrot o em gee T-T , i hope you enjoy it <3

• dom! yuma who would be so into both love making and just pure fucking.

• dom! yuma who would take every chance he gets to bend you over a counter and fuck you into oblivion whenever you wear his shirts.

• dom! yuma who’s so into the thought of having you tied up to his bed as he lets his members have their way with you as he watches from next to you, instructing them on what to do.

• dom! yuma who would degrade you like no other when you piss him off to his limits.

{ more under cut !! 🍓 }

• dom! yuma who would make you call him senpai when he knows you can’t even utter a word from your brain being filled with only him ramming you.

• dom! yuma who would fulfill his dacryphilia when he gets the chance, watching the tears fall down your face boosts his ego.

• dom! yuma who would use a vibrator on you in public during your dates, knowing you can’t hold in your pleasure.

• dom! yuma who would bury your face into his pillows as he fucks you from behind like an animal, ruining your every last bit of innocence.

🍨 soft yuma ~

• dom! yuma who would make love to you ever so slowly and lovingly as he says sweet words to you.

• dom! yuma who would leave love bites on you and kiss the areas of your body where you feel insecure to show that he’ll love you regardless.

• dom! yuma who holds you close to his chest as he gently kisses your neck while love making.

• dom! yuma who loves making sure to make it known that he loves only you and proving it with his every action.