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nichoskittycorner · 6 months

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The Werecats- Nicho and Yuma

>> Idk if this is a fic or a drabble but NichoYuma werecat agenda so fun

>> Werecat!Nicho, werecat!Yuma, threesome, dubcon, oral sex, cockwarming, dp

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>> The new neighbors were quite special. A pair of friends named Nicholas and Yuma- two beautiful young men who could only be described as catty.

>> Nicholas was very laid back. A fashion major who was always great fun when he wanted to be. On the other hand, he was standoffish and had a glare that could kill if he was in a bad mood. Think of a cat that liked being pet but would push your hand away when they were tired of it.

>> On the other hand, Yuma was always in your face. Smiley, full of energy but feisty. He liked affection and his adorable smile just melted your heart in seconds. His silly little snaggletooth just warmed your heart!

>> The day you met them was quite interesting. You were heading out for work when a loud yowl sound shook the walls of your apartment. Peeking your head out, you saw a pretty tall man run past you, laughing as he went by- quickly followed by a slightly shorter man, eyes ablaze as he chased his target.

>> The shorter man was quickly distracted by your presence. His eyes seemed to widen and he gasped, sticking his hand out to you.

>> "Oh hi! You must be our neighbor!" He introduced himself as Yuma and apologized if they woke you up. You assured him that you were already awake so it was no issue.

>> He sighed in relief and mentioned that his roommate was the little troublemaker and if you couldn't sleep- it was cause of him. At the same time, said roommate returned and, after messing up Yuma's hair even more, introduced himself

>> Nicholas was his name and he was more than happy to have met you as well. From there- you guys started to see each other on the regular. Every morning they were out to greet you and welcome you home every night.

>> It was a bit suspicious but they brought you gifts and snacks and started to hang out with you outside of those greetings so you were fine with it.

>> They loved lounging around your couch or letting you pet their hair. Almost to the point, you were positive they were purring when they got that affection from you

>> A few months into your friendship, you were greeted by two beautiful cats waiting outside your apartment one morning. A pretty Siamese cat with a stunning black cat. Staring at you like they were waiting for you for quite some time

>> When you opened the door, they meowed and rubbed their heads against your legs. Purring and encouraging you to pay attention to them

>> As cats do, you didn't have a chance to pet them as they sauntered into your apartment. Making themselves comfortable on your couch, the black cat yawning and curling up for a nap. And the Siamese cat massaging his paws into the cushions.

>> Well, guess this was your serving of the cat distribution system. In this case, if you were gonna have cats, might as well get them names and supplies.

>> Settling on Mittens for the Siamese and Inky for the black cat until other names can be decided later.

>> You would need to get supplies after work but for now, some bacon for breakfast would have to do until you got proper food for them. Feeding the fuzzballs by hand and letting them lick your hands when finished

>> Your heart melted as you kissed their soft foreheads and headed out. All day you thought about the felines but it didn't get past you that you didn't see your neighbors that morning. They had become part of your routine so it was a little sad to not see them.

>> What was more baffling was coming home to see Yuma and Nicholas in the afternoon, but your cats were gone. The front door was slightly ajar when you returned. You panicked that maybe you had left the door open and had been robbed but no such thing had happened.

>> Everything was in place except your new fuzzy friends were gone. You were disheartened that Mittens and Inky left so soon. Maybe they would return though! Lifted up by the thought, you added a cat door to your place (with the landlords' permission of course)

>> And thankfully you did. Because not long after, they causally came sauntering back in one day. On a weekend when you were cleaning around, Inky's fuzzy little head poked through the cat door before stretching and stepping in

>> Inky meowed as if saying hello and leaned his head onto you for attention. You were overjoyed they still remembered you and decided to take a break from the chores. Picking the feline up and smothering him in kisses and treats

>> He melted into your embrace and just let you hold him. At the same time, a soft knock was heard at the door. Revealing an excited Yuma-

>> You of course let him in and the two of you had coffee and snacks while you tried to keep Inky away from eating things cats shouldn't. Poor thing was pouting as aggressively as a cat could- and glaring at Yuma the whole time too

>> You thought it was funny but you enjoyed their company. Another day, it was the opposite. Nicholas and Mittens were here but the glaring never stopped. It wasn't entirely malicious though- it was almost silly and playful

>> So now you have two cat friends and two… cat-like friends!

>> Things started to get a bit strange one night though. It was a full moon and Mittens and Inky were back- making themselves comfortable as per usual- except you noticed 1. They weren't comfortable and 2. Oh, there was a smell…

>> They were on your bed, flopping, rubbing their bottoms, and scratching up your sheets. It was beyond bizarre and you considered getting them to a vet but a quick google search dispelled your fear. It was probably just rut season! Or so you thought-

>> Well the next best thing was to stay home from work and take care of your cat friends. Now how do you take care of cats in this season…

>> You headed to the kitchen, trying to ensure they had food prepared and maybe grabbing some treats for them. Treats and pets always made them feel better!

>> When you returned to the room, you dropped the bags in your hands and had to cover your mouth to stop from screaming. Your cats were gone and now in your bed were your neighbors- naked, blushy in the face and with a pair of fuzzy ears and tails on them

>> Words escaped you as you looked at the two. They barely noticed you as Yuma fucked your pillow and Nicholas had his face buried in your sheets as he touched himself

>> You couldn't tell if you were embarrassed, shy, or turned on- A small gasp was the only thing that left your mouth as you tried to reason what was happening

>> Only then, did they stop and notice your presence. Pupils blown out through drooly and red faces. But it wasn't out of shyness though- No they were hungry, and they wanted you

>> They moved faster than you could process, jumping onto you and sinking their teeth into your neck. Not enough to bleed but enough to mark your soft skin. They were already strong individually but now they treated your weight like nothing - pulling you onto the bed and tearing at your clothes with ease

>> You landed on your stomach- but in someone's lap, strong arms holding you still, with someone's claws grazing against your bare ass

>> "W-wait! Yuma! Nicho! Calm down!" But they didn't hear you. Only licked at your bare skin with rough tongues as their hands roamed your body

>> Someone's hand squeezed your ass when another fondled your breast roughly. A tongue slipped into your mouth while another pushed your legs open and started to lick at your cunt

>> You tried to hold it back but a moan slipped out of your mouth, quickly swallowed up by the tongue reaching into your throat-

>> A part of you was starting to melt and enjoy this, another part wanted to fight back and push them away. You tried to push off whoever was kissing you- which you figured out was Nicholas when you opened your eyes

>> A low growl emitted from his chest as his hands snapped up to your throat, his claw-like fingers dug into your flesh and held you still. His tongue never stopped exploring your mouth

>> At the same time, Yuma never stopped eating your pussy out. Licking and sucking at your clit like it was some toy as his tongue teased your entrance. Your hips started to shake as they continued to stimulate you. Unknowingly prepping your body for them to use

>> They were usually good at controlling themselves on full moons. Nicholas and Yuma were essentially werecats- able to shift at will with heightened senses and of course, a cat form

>> But when the moon was full, they lost their senses and became just horny desperate creatures. They usually just dealt with it, waking up the next morning to a messy home and a silent agreement to not ask questions

>> But now, they met you. Their beautiful, sweet, and fun neighbor who literally always left her door open for them. And in cat language, that meant you belonged to them

>> So to their cat brains, your space was for them to mark and your body was theirs to use to get off and breed as they pleased. Which was why your so-called 'pleas' didn't make sense to them and were ignored. To them, your body was delicious and only drove them crazier.

>> You were loosening up and relaxing in their grip. Nicholas finally detached himself from your lips, giving you a chance to breathe. But his lips were quickly replaced by the head of his red and throbbing cock

>> It was big for sure and the little barbs around the shaft scared you a bit but you know what he wanted. Your lips parted only slightly while your mind ran wild

>> Well you didn't have time to think it through, Yuma had already aligned himself with your pussy and pushed in roughly, making you gasp and lurch forward and taking Nicholas into your mouth

>> You could hear their moans and purrs of satisfaction as they started to thrust into you roughly. Not a care in the world as you gagged and stretched around them

>> Claws dug into your hair and into your hips, keeping you steady as they used your body like a simple toy for them. The brush of a tail against your nipples or a tickle against your throat sent you spiraling

>> At first it hurt. Oh, it hurt so badly- not used to their large size, the barbed sensation, or the force of their thrusts. But in a strange way, your body relaxed and enjoyed this experience

>> You moaned around the cock in your throat- now moving your hips back to meet Yuma's thrusts and tightening your throat around Nicholas and dragging your tongue against his length

>> They were clearly sensitive and came in no time. Filling you up on both ends with their thick seed, yowls of pleasure filled the air but they never stopped

>> And a part of you was glad they didn't slow down or stop, even as your brain turned to mush, your body trembled in their grip and quaked as your orgasm build-up

>> No need to be ceremonious and warn them, they weren't going to register it or stop until they were satisfied, including fucking you raw and full until the sun came up

>> Granted, every time you came it was like a reward to them. Encouraging them to go longer and stuff you more as the sheets soaked beneath you and your brain went foggy

>> The next morning was quite the doozy. Waking up sore, your body covered in bruises and shallow claw marks- cuddled up in your bed with your neighbors, still slightly damp with cum - and cock warming both of them in your fucked out cunt

>> You twitched slightly trying to sit up but were met by a tightening grip around your waist and a rough tongue licking your sensitive also bruised neck

>> Looking around, you recalled more of the previous night- your cats- Nicholas and Yuma- oh, and the sex… lots of that. That explained your position

>> Finding out that your cats were werecats… or your neighbors were your cats… however you put it, it was bizarre. But you could ask those questions later. Instead , petting the set of fluffy ears they still had out

>> Yuma's ears twitched and he smiled, his cute little tooth popping out. Nicholas purred lowly at the contact and opened his eyes

>> "Hi- morning you crazy kitty." Nicholas scoffed at you but nuzzles his nose into your hair

>> "Hey, are we awake now?" Yuma popped his head up, his tail wagging full of energy

>> "Yes. And actually, you both have some explaining to do."

>> It took a second for them both to register the situation, finally turning red from pure embarrassment at the situation. They're lucky you loved them both already- regardless of the form they took for the day

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takiflirt · 7 months

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— jealous first time sex with yuma.

yuma has a jealousy problem, yuma calls you a good girl and baby, unprotected sex, fem reader is a virgin, hope you enjoy. word count: 0.6k

“y/n. come here.” yuma called out to you as you made your way to sit on his lap. you looked back at your boyfriend, if only he knew how much you wanted him to ruin you. you’ve been dating your boyfriend for a few months now. everything has been going perfectly, except one thing. his temper when it comes to jealousy.

it gets bothersome here and there, but if it weren’t for his short temper when it comes to other boys looking your way, he wouldn’t have confessed. he wouldn’t have stolen your first kiss. he wouldn’t even be your boyfriend. so i guess his jealousy isn’t all that bad. i mean, it could even be fun at times like this when you want him to take your virginity.

he looks up at you with cold eyes, waiting for you to start speaking first. seconds pass and he can’t take the silence anymore. “do you have a fucking crush on taki or something?” he asks you. perfect. he’s jealous. you tilt your head slightly, “i don’t know what you’re talking ab-”

he cuts your sentence off and pulls your face closer to his, holding your cheek tightly. “i know what i saw. i saw you two looking at each other earlier.” he places his lips on yours, catching you in surprise. his tongue asserts dominance in your mouth as you moan quietly. “good girl.. only moan like that for me, yeah?”

he lifts you off his lap and places you onto the bed. “please fuck me yuma.” you tell him, looking up at his slick cat eyes, and placing your hands on his shoulders. “fuck y/n..” he groans out as he takes off his shirt, taking off your clothes as well shortly after.

as he moves down to eat you out, a moan slips out of your mouth. “f-fuck, yuma..” you throw your hand over your mouth to muffle your noises, which only causes yuma to grab both of your hands, holding them with his own. “don’t be shy. moan for me y/n” he smirks a bit before going back down to kitty licking your hole. “b-but yuma.. y-your.. members… a-are home…” you try your best to whimper out while yuma takes you to heaven from just sucking on your clit. just trying to imagine what his dick would feel like inside of you was enough to send you into a spiral.

“let them hear you y/n. i need them to know what’s mine.” he places a quick kiss on your lips before inserting his tip inside of you. “you okay baby?” he waited for a nod from you before shoving into you full force. “y-yuma!” you scream out, not expecting him to be this strong. you grip onto his shoulders tighter and break eye contact. he continues to thrust in and out of you, without any mercy.

“y-yuma.. yuma!! fuck!.. yuma!..” your mind started to go blank. who knew sex could feel this good. the only thing in your mind was yuma. “good girl. keep screaming my name.” he continues to thrust into you, not planning on slowing down anytime soon. “f-fuck.. yuma.. please i’m close” you manage to moan out to him regardless of his rapid speed.

he kisses you on your forehead lovingly, “tell me when you’re gonna come, yeah?” you feel yourself reaching your high, and your hands grab onto yuma’s shoulders tighter than before. “y-yuma.. yuma! yuma please!! fuck!..” he speeds up, helping you reach your high faster.

you both look at each other, panting. “t-that.. felt good.. y-yuma…” you say in between breaths. your boyfriend comes closer to you and kisses you softly. you cover your face with your hands as embarrassment starts to flood your brain. yuma kisses you again, “i think tonight just proves you’re mine, right?”

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luminouslune · 2 months

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hi I have a request for andteam

When you cried because you think you don't deserve them

It's okay if you are busy i will wait

Ok have a good day

Sweet nothings

&team x reader

Genre: fluff, angst

A/n: Sorry for the late reply! Thanks for the request!! Enjoy!

Koga Yudai (K)

He had just come back from the studio and the first thing his eyes met with was you curled up in the corner of the couch, tears littering your face. His heart dropped and he quickly went to your side. "Hey, hey, what's wrong..?" He asked softly, taking your face gently in his hands, wiping the tears away with his thumbs. His eyes looked at you with concern. You quietly looked up at him with watery eyes. "I... got in my head again..." You replied quietly. "I've been trying my hardest lately to look on the bright side of things but then there's always something bothering me." You explain quietly. He looked down, pulling you against his chest. "What's bothering you love..?" He asked, running his fingers through your hair. "I don't feel like I'm enough.. to you, everyone, myself..like am I doing enough to show you that I love you, am I doing enough so people know that I'm a good person with good intentions and motives..? I just.. I dunno." You said with a sigh, eyes trained onto the ground. "You're more than enough.. and don't let anybody tell you that you're less than that.. what's got you thinking like this love..?" He asked, kissing your forehead. You shrugged, glancing at him. "Oh Y/n..." he said, giving you a sad smile. He made it his mission to get rid of all of the dark thoughts that littered your mind, he'd do it for hours if it meant you'd be okay.

Murata Fuma

He held you tightly in his arms as you cried your eyes out. You guys have been together for quite a bit and he had never seen you this upset before. "Y/n, you're more than enough for me. I wouldn't ask for anyone else. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, I really do. I want you, your flaws, your imperfections, your mistakes, everything that comes with you. You worry to much honey.." He said, looking down at you. You softly smiled at him, feeling reassured. "Thank you.." You said softly, burying yourself into his warmth. "Of course sweetie." He replied, pulling you in closer.

Byun Euijoo (EJ)

One of your friends led EJ to the practice room you broke down in. "I have no clue what's wrong.. I was hoping you would.." She said, opening the door for him. He sighed with a small frown. "Thanks." he said, walking in and quickly pulling you into a hug. Quiet, choked sobs were all that left your lips as he held you, he didn't ask any questions he just tried his best to calm you down. It's not the first time this has happened so he knew what to do. "Shh.. breath angel.." he spoke softly, gently rubbing up and down your back. That's all you needed to feel better, just to be held and understood, and EJ had that for you.

Wang Yixiang (Nicho)

You automatically went to find Nicho as soon as you felt tears stream down your face. Gently knocking on his door. He almost immediately opened it just to be met with your tears stained cheeks and furrowed eyebrows. "N-Nicho..." You said quietly with a broken voice. "Oh no, Baby.." He said, looking at you worriedly. He pulled you into his room and sat you down on his bed. "Talk to me Y/n.." He said softly, brushing your hair out of your face. Tears automatically began to spill out from your eyes once again. "They said I wasn't good enough.. for you or for anyone.." You said quietly. He took you hand, gently caressing it. "What..? Baby who..?" He asked. "The girls.. at work.. they won't shut up about it.." You replied. He sighed, slightly irritated, this wasn't the first occurrence with those girls. "Baby, ignore them.. I know it's hard but, know that it isn't true okay..? You are enough. Especially for me, okay..?" He said softly, looking at you. You nodded. "Okay.. "

Nakakita Yuma

You hated the Internet, you hated it with all of your heart. You could never understand how people could make up the meanest comments about you, and they didn't even know you. You sat on the ground, scrolling through the endless horrible hate comments. You hoped you could at least find one positive one but no. Yuma had walked in, unnoticed by you. Suddenly a gentle hand took the phone from your hands and turned it off. Yuma crouched down to your eye level, looking at you with worried eyes. "Why do you do this to yourself precious..?" He asked softly, wiping your tears away. He pulled you closer to him, kissing your head. "You're enough Y/n."

Asakura Jo

You had been hanging out in the studio as Jo practiced with a dance partner. You watched as they bonded fairly easy and how the their movements perfectly paired with each other. Sitting there in thought. Should I even be with him right now? Why would he want to be with a no body? He should date one of those ethereal idols that were up his alley. You sighed quietly and got up, leaving the studio to go outside. You sat on a bench just waiting for all of this to be over. "Hey you okay..?" Jo asked, walking out of the buildings front door with his bag, assuming he was just about ready to leave. "Oh-yeah.." You nodded, glancing over at him. He sighed quietly and sat next to you. "Alright, what's wrong..?" He asked softly. "Nothing." You responded blankly. "No, I know somethings wrong, the Y/n I know doesn't act like this." He said. "Are you sure you wouldn't be happier with someone else..?" You asked, finally turning to him. Your question had caught him off guard. "What..? No, of course not. Y/n, I wouldn't be with you right now if I didn't like you." He said softly. You sighed quietly. "Sorry.. I don't mean to doubt you." You apologized. "Don't apologize.. sometimes you just need a bit of reassurance." He said with a small smile, gently pecking the corner of your mouth.

Shigeta Harua

At school a lot people found Harua attractive. Which is fine you had thought so too of course, but as a foreigner a lot of people didn't seem to like the fact that you were with him. And of course that came with a lot of looks and people talking behind your back. Usually you had no problem tuning their voices out. However, recently it's been getting to you. Eventually their voices became too loud to handle. "Can I use the bathroom?" You asked the teacher, she gave you the nod of approval and you darted out the door of the classroom. You went inside of a stall and sat on top of the toilet to cool off. What the hell is going on with me? I was totally fine, why all of a sudden? You slightly jolted up as you got a message from your phone.

Harua💌: hey, are you alright? Wya?

Y/n: all good, I'll be back

Harua💌: typing...

You closed your phone before he could reply and headed out the stall, you purposely waited until it was time for lunch, walking out of the bathroom you of course ran into Harua. "You're being weird, what wrong?" He asked, lifting your head up by your chin, forcing you to look at him. "... I don't know.." You spoke truthfully, tears threatening to spill. "I used to be perfectly fine, had no trouble ignoring what they say about me but now it's hard to ignore, they won't stop.." you said quietly, tears streaming down your face. "Love..." he said with a small frown, pulling you into a hug. "You're alright.. you'll be okay.." He reassured you softly.

Takayma Riki (Taki)

His friends never seemed to like you much. You could never understand why, you weren't a bad person. "Taki could do better." "He could pull anyone, and he settled for her?" "Bro what are you doing?" You sighed quietly and left the conversation, walking away from them. You hear Taki scold them from behind you as you walked off. You heard some yelling but chose to tune out the words. "Y/n!" He yelled. He caught up to you, taking your hand. "I'm so sorry.. they don't know what they're talking about. Don't worry about them, they're irrelevant." He spoke, taking your face in his hands. "Your perfect." He said with a soft smile, looking at you with love struck eyes. And you of course couldn't help but smile back at him.

Hirota Riki (Maki)

You had been avoiding Maki all day, and he knew it, he was worried that he had done something wrong. He had let it slide for the school day, but when you didn't respond to his text he went to your house. You sighed quietly as you went to open the door, already knowing it was him. "Hey.." I said quietly. My eyes glanced at everything but him. "You're avoiding me." He said. You glanced at him then glanced away. "No I'm not." you denied. "Then look at me." he said, taking a step closer to you. You hesitantly looked up at him, tears pooling in your eyes. "Schatz, what's wrong..?" He asked softly with a frown, even though he already knew what was wrong, he always knows what's bothering you. You didn't reply, leaning your head onto his chest with a quiet sob. He looked down at you worriedly, wrapping his arms around your waist. He wasn't going to make you spit it out, but he'd be there when you were ready to.

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pieroulette · 4 months

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Helloooo. Hope you're doing okay 🫶🏼

I wanted to know if I can request a Yuma one shot where he says something that upset you (he didn't mean it though) and you are giving him a bit of the cold shoulder. But then he's being so cute and extra you cave and just forgive him.

Please and thank you if you choose to do this!!!

snuggly, snaggletooth menace — nakakita yuma

author's note; ngl i enjoyed this lol.. ik this was a few months ago buttt im trying to complete the remaining requests i had! sorta find it fun to write teammies request for others recently ♡

you didn't have to go this far, you thought; sulking inside your room all while burying yourself in the mountains of blankets, comfying and comforting yourself, spam liking each and every post on your feed with rage imbued within your thumb while the other kittenish—sharkish little guy with his snuggle tooth peeking out whenever he smiles was probably out there roaming around looking for snacks.

but who cares right? who cares what he's up to? when he doesn't care what you're up to either anyway?

it just so happens when after throwing on the new pretty dress you bought—you giddily hopped to where he was—currently playing video games all while yelling at his poor teammates for messing up, specifically maki.

okay, maybe it was your fault for interrupting him but all you ask was a three-second attention and what was his opinion on the dress but how can he be so mean? "oh god, not you too (name), the dress suckass. get it?—maki! i told you to not spawn there you motherf—"

so here you are now not bothering to change into your pyjamas, so deep in your thought that you were unaware of the slow creak of the bedroom door, and the boy quietly slipping in through like a kitten on his paws, climbing on top of the bed.

you only realise it by the spot close to you deepening, signifying that he was close. and you didn't care any less to get out of your 'tent'. it was silent for a few moments, fiddling his hands and all before he place his palms on your covered form, "pretty, you okay?"

you weren't supposed to answer but the pet name somehow triggered you, in a bad way, of course. "p-pretty? now i am pretty? why don't you go back to your pretty game, pretty keyboard, or whatever it's called—"

you didn't get to continue your words when you got pushed deep into the bed, yuma's weight on top of yours as he mumbled, "okay, okay, i'm sorry. i know i was too mean—" you didn't have to see his face to know he was pouting, his arms wrapped around your waist as he held you tight. "forgive me please?"

"never— ah!" you let out a yelp when the blankets were pulled off your body, closing your eyes immediately with your hands but even that were yanked away by the boy who's right in front of you, his face leaning a few inches from yours—causing a light blush to dust off your cheeks. "get off!"

you pushed him off causing him to fell off the bed, a few exaggerated "ouch" emitted from him. "so mean."

"not like what you did to me exactly three hours ago, sorry not sorry, it's past the deadline."

"excuse me, there's even a deadline?" his jaw dropped as he rubbed his back, getting on top of the bed again. you ignored him with a glare and a pout, crossing your arms despite how he look so damn cute with his messy hair.

"whyyyy? am i not your little baby shark or baby snuggle tooth anymore?" okay, that's a foul. he shouldn't be doing that, but he's so good at it as he leans closer, placing his elbows on top of your blanket-covered knees, resting his chin on his palms as he pouted—his signature snuggle tooth peeking out.

"you little menace. that's not how you ask for forgiveness??"

"but it won't work if i don't you show my tooth! isn't that your weakness? am i not your weakness?"

"no get out!"

"i'll even give you my tooth if you want!" "i don't want your tooth! that's gross—"

"then what about me?"

"not a little menace like you." you let that out in a rather small voice, though. of course, you two knew better than that despite all the banters and stuff.

"whatever you say," yuma continued with a satisfied smile as his hands pulled off the blankets completely from you—revealing the dress you've wanted so bad to show him earlier. "it's pretty, but you already know you look pretty with anything, yeah?"

a few beats of silence surfaces in the air, but you eventually snorted "horrible pick up line! learn from nicholas or fuma, yeah?"

"they're not even good at it!—"

"well, atleast they're not gold at being a little meanie menace like you!"

"who says? nicho hyung is menace too! you just didn't see it, duh" yuma retorted, "besides, they don't have this—" pointing his index finger towards his tooth peeking from the top corner of his lips, "now, watch me do this. nyah, nyah!" to your huge shock, he imitated a kitten's gesture, forming his hands into a paw as he tried so hard to make you giggle, singing a random kitten song and replacing it with apologetic lyrics.

you were about to burst into laughter but you held it in, but goddamn your stomach were about to explode as the boy won't stop with his kitten agenda.

"oh god— can't you laugh? i'm sacrificing my reputation right here, i can't let see kei hyung or maki sees this or they'll humiliate me for life—" yuma almost look like a draining line sticker drifting off the air, but continued afterwards.

"tch," you scoffed, but you could no longer hold it as you laughed so hard, and oh boy, did he loved the sight in front of him. "you silly menace."

signed and delivered! — sat, 6 jan 2024.

#&team #andteam #&team x reader #andteam x reader #&team fluff #andteam fluff #&team oneshots #andteam yuma #nakakita yuma #&team yuma #&team drabbles #&team imagines

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kpoprhia · 4 months

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kogallery · 6 months

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kthecutest · 7 months

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hi 😘

love ur works so far. May I please request a…story?drabble? Sry not sure what to call it. But a…..thingie…..about Yuma’s kinks or things he’d say during sex along with some places he’d do it or situations the members almost caught u in or smth. Thank u

Yuma's kinks:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

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Genre : NSFW (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ 🥕 A/N ೃ⁀➷ MINORS DNI

Degradation

You definitely knew you’re messing with a big shot when it comes to a partner like Yuma. With the amount of teasing he’d do daily to his hyung, it’s already an obvious sign on what goes on in the bedroom. Yuma will just not shut up – this boy will run his mouth with every kind of degrading, humiliating words he could pick up on. Would make you feel humiliating as shit, and would get off on you submitting to his insults thrown at you. Would have you gushing and breaking from the overloaded in-take of his degrading words coated in his sugary voice that you’ve once found adorable – but now beating you up mentally - echoing in your ears while he pumps his fingers as humanly fast as possible, in-and-out of your gaping hole. – “Wonder how the members would think when they see their innocent little visitor’s face, covered in drool and tears~, hm baby?”

Exhibitionism

You’re pissed off, cornered in the boys’ practice room – the other boys focused on their relentless practice while instead a sneaky kitty behind you was practically slacking off – his main focus on something else. It’s been about 20 minutes now, your legs were already wobbly and shaking while Yuma’s hands are still in their constant pace of movement, up and down your folds. As time goes by, you only got wetter and weaker – maybe because Yuma wasn’t giving you the real deal (his finger) or maybe because everyone else was in this clear-view room right now, a whole horizontal mirror plastered across the wall-up-front. And this isn’t the first time that Yuma would get you in situations like these. Would whisper dirty little humiliating comments into your ear while he fingers you until you manage to squirt from all the pressure surrounding you.

Brat Tamer

Yuma HATES it when he gets teased or taunted (evident in the time the kitty got all angy at his K hyung for his teases LMAO) So it’s common knowledge that he won’t be taking any shit from you ESPECIALLY in bed. If you ever get the wonderful idea of teasing him in any way or have an attitude with him, he’ll make sure to fuck that bratty attitude straight out of you. Would probably have his hands wrapped around your neck and pin you by his arm strength alone on the nearest surface. Yuma may not have a stamina comparable to K or his other hyungs but at least you know that it’s unbearable to you. Will fuck your brains out and you’d be left passed out in the morning. Definitely one of the best tamers out there. He doesn’t have any planned out strategy to tame your wild ass like K or Fuma but his wild unpredictable attacks are effective enough.

Pet Play

Normally, he’d be YOUR kitty but when he doesn’t feel like it no more, the tables have turned. You’re now HIS kitty; and being his kitty isn’t an easy job. He’ll have you walking on all fours – just for the humiliating factor – he knows you love it anyway; he can obviously get a good view of your wet panties that just kept getting wetter as time passes from being stared at constantly by his sharp eyes. You’d have your personal choker and would probably be even placed in a sexy lingerie that seemed to do absolutely nothing to cover your perked nipples. The cat ears and the furry tail plugged in your asshole are also a must of course of course. Not that you’re complaining even if the cold feeling in your hole was bothering you when you moved around; you already knew you’re getting an even bigger reward afterwards.

Overstimulation

Overstimulating you is practically like a hobby to Yuma. He’ll be trying to get at it whenever he gets his chance. He tries to convince you to let him eat you out which you kept declining after what happened last time – he wouldn’t stop for hours and you ended up passing out – and his very reasoning was “I’m sorry babyyy I got distracteddd, you know I can’t help myself.” But seeing his pleading kitty eyes, you couldn’t resist which led to giving in. Not 15 minutes in, you’re already regretting your decision because this mans is already signs of his ‘forgetfulness’ Next thing you know, it’s already been over an hour and his head still hasn’t come out from between your legs; staring up at you with doe eyes – an inaudible smirk forming on his face. I guess it’s your fault for being stupid enough to be swayed by his excuse.

Voyeurism

Not that Yuma enjoys the idea of sharing but oh welp he could definitely learn a few tricks or two from his hyungs I guess. Most of the time, he’d find you getting groped or rubbed on by his hyungs whenever he gets back home from work. The only reaction you’d get out of him is a shrug as he drops his bag and relaxes on the couch watching y’all and taking mental notes. You’d sleep over at the boys’ dorm once in a while, it’s fun to hang out with all of them either way; Yuma would take this chance to fuck you under the blankets while the other ‘sleep.’ You swear you could feel eyes set on you for sure but when you bring this up, you always receive a “Love, pay attention to me.” He’s just reallyyyy needy for attention; definitely not distracting your focus to allow his members to beat their cock at the sight (EXCEPT MAKI OFC, THAT BOI GOTTA GO IN THE LIVING ROOM)

Aftercare

Clingy boy. Will do all the clean up and all but he’s just not too experienced on what to do with you exactly. Would just shower you and then put you in his hoodie before he’s already all over you again. Will wrap you around in a thick mattress while he hugs you so tight you think you’d probably suffocate (YUMA LET US BREATHE FR)

Next morning? – Would probably use the fact that you’re all unstable and wobbly because he’s fucked the living soul out of you last night, as a factor to tease you. “Mhm~ who was the one even talking me down yesterday hm~?” You’d probably grit your teeth at him like EXCUSE YOU; but you know that even if you try to hold an attitude at him, you’ll always end up this way – count out the parts where you act all different just to get a fuck out of him.

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Whispers Within The Woods

✿ Synopsis: Nana always told you stories of the mythological creatures that lived in the world. Some were of the kindness and joy held by some, while others were of the pain and suffering caused by others. You however never really listened to those stories, but as you end up in his territory, you really wish you would have.

✿ Who: Nakakita Yuma (&Team) x Reader ✿ Word Count: 7,629 ✿ Genre: Fantasy(specifically fae)/Angst ✿ Warnings: Grandparent death, forced kissing, parent death, beheading, blood, mythical creatures, forced relationship. ✿ Request: No ✿ I've been inactive for a while, but I'm back and writing again. Not proofread. Just a little Yuma fic I came up with when I had writers block from my other fic I'm writing. Enjoy Luné, also in need of Luné friends so hmu.

Nana’s bedtime stories were never conventional. Instead of hearing epics about princes going to the ends of the earth to save their princess or about anthropomorphic animals, you often heard a totally different type of story. The tales were not about how love can conquer all or how love can survive in a hopeless place. No stories about commoners falling love with royals or people finding out there is more to life than material greed. Instead, your nana told you stories about things others would call mythology or mystical creatures. Tales of fairies and their deeds, epics of dragons and phoenixes, and stories about werewolves and vampires. All the creatures of mythical creation, the stories that started centuries ago, are oftentimes told as ways to terrify children from acting out, or to keep people from going where they should not.

As a child, others heard stories about Tinkerbell and her legion of fairies, the kind and benevolent fairies that do all they can to help others. However, the ones in your Nana’s stories were anything but helpful or kind or benevolent. The tales of the seelie and unseelie courts were her favorite to tell, as you laid in bed drifting to sleep. She would tell you of the kind seelie faeries, how they help those who help them, the tales of how they protect children from danger, and how once they protect you, you will forever have their protection. When crossing into seelie territory, it is best to make an offering of something sweet, specifically sweets or berries, or something shiny, like jewelry, that will show them that you mean no harm, and if they take a liking to you luck and happiness will follow you. The seelie fairies were always kind to children, and kind to adults who leave offerings to them, she always said if you pass into a fairy ring, you better hope it is of the seelie, for they are more forgiving and will accept a heartfelt apology.

The tales she told of the unseelie were drastically different. Nana often said little regarding the unseelie, only what she felt was necessary, just enough to keep you terrified of them, to keep you away from them. They were the exact opposite of the seelie, just as unkind and rude as one would expect. They take pleasure in causing pain on others, will lead children into danger, and adults into harm. When crossing into unseelie territory, make an offering of something different, things like wine or beer, maybe bread or jewelry, but nothing too sweet or too shiny, and just hope and pray they accept the offering and do you no harm. If they reject your offering, you will be plagued with bad luck and misfortune, sorrow and misery will follow you around until you get yourself expunged of the unseelie curse.

Nana talked about the second hand accounts of those who have entered unseelie reigned territory and had offerings rejected, stories of mischief and violence that followed those poor people. The stories were enough to warrant you to keep your distance, thankfully Nana seemed to know which places were claimed to be seelie and unseelie territory. It was odd, however you did not question it. A more inquisitive child would have questioned it, but from a young age you found it best to not question Nana nor her delusions. Since, after all, any sane person would not be telling their children and grandchildren to avoid massive parts of the forest due to little fairies, creatures that do not even exist.

Despite your skepticism, you never once questioned her, listening intently, even as you aged, to her stories. Nana’s tales of the kindness of the fairies, she would claim the seelie court protected the Kim’s kid from being majorly injured when he wrecked his bicycle, when the truth was he just fell off the road onto the grass, not really something to injure himself badly on. She also had tales of the opposite, claiming that Mr. Park’s failure at obtaining and keeping a job, being terminated from three positions within five months, was because he angered the unseelie court and the fae followed him causing misfortune.

At the age of fifteen, Nana’s stories intensified, no longer was it just the faes are bad and fairies are good, avoid the fae and befriend the fairies. The tales to never take anything from a fae, how it is a trick. That was how they apparently tricked people into staying in their territory, by consuming something of fae origin, usually a treat or drink they made, it would be infused with a nectar that once consuming it you would be unable to leave their territory, stuck, bound to whichever fae decided to make you their pet. It was only after telling you all of these stories, that she told you about her own father, Nana never spoke about her dad, and you never met your great grandfather, he having died before your birth. But, she had a good reason for mentioning him to you, telling you his story, letting you know just why she was so worried about you as a child being in the forest behind the house, why she was so worried about the fairies and faes.

“Your great grandfather, my dad, he was a great man, but he was not the brightest, he often did things without thinking, and he did something incomprehensibly stupid. Just before your birth, he was sick, he knew he did not have long left, he did something unthinkable when he found out he only had days to live. When my father was younger, he was collecting firewood and for our woodstove, he unknowingly walked into the seelie’s territory. He made an offering of the only thing he had on him that wasn’t his ax, it was a necklace, he had bought it for my mother, and planned to give it to her that night. It was due to that necklace that he made it home that night, but when he found out he only had days to live, he did the unthinkable. He went into the unseelie territory, he stole it right from under the fae’s noses. Usually they would have just cursed him and caused him misery, but seeing how he was dying, he was dead before they could really cause him any pain. You must never go out into the forest, not near where they reign, they must never find out who you are related to, for if they knew, they would cause the most horrible of fates to befall you, and would avenge their loss. The Unseelie Court is unforgiving, they will never forget those who wronged them, and do everything in their power to get revenge.” Nana said, her delusions getting worse and worse, now she believed they had cursed her father and wanted revenge. “You must promise me to never cross the bramble bush surrounded river, to cross those brambles would put you in grave danger.”

It was easier to promise the elderly lady than try to make sense of her nonsensical ramblings. Avenge their loss, revenge against your great grandfather, a stolen necklace, all pure malarkey. As you aged, you wondered why you had to get a delusional grandmother like this, other’s grandmothers drowned their delusion in the bottle or with pills, but yours instead let hers run free.

By the age of eighteen the tales and stories she would tell you were nothing more than distant memories and thoughts. You were consumed with much more important things, colleges and applications, your future, more than just the silly stories your Nana would tell you. As you planned to move away, start your life, attend college, get a degree, get a job, and leave this small forest town, it was a dream to be away from all of this, the crazy stories, and just everything.

Moving away however did not last long, being called back into your hometown not even a year after making the move. It was your father’s insistence that brought you back, he was never an emotional man, and when he is close to tears, it is a signal that something is bad or something is getting bad. As you entered the house you so willingly vacated a year prior, you saw the chaotic scene. Dad running around, mom trying to calm him, some random person in scrubs attempting to calm him as well, and a second person in scrubs leaving a specific room, your Nana’s room. It only took a minute for your mother to catch sight of you, quickly pulling you aside, destined to catch you up to date of what was happening.

Initially unable to even start, your mother was hasty with her words, “Your Nana, she’s fallen ill. They say it was sudden, they never saw it coming, she has days if even that to live. She has asked for nothing but you this whole time, we worried you would not get home in time to see her. Please, go to her, there’s not long.” With that, the usually strong woman in front of you burst into tears, this time it was your father trying to calm her down, as he simply nodded your way, even his own cheeks were tear stained.

Entering your grandmother’s room the scene was a sight for sore eyes. The vibrant and lively woman that once used to talk for hours on the fae and fairies, she had sullen, sunken eyes, and boney features looking ghostly compared to the image of her that remained in your mind. The once bright woman now seemed as though she could barely sit, watching as she slowly lifted her frail hand, you knew that your thoughts were true, she could not sit up on her own accord. She was so lively when you last saw her, within the past year it was like she had aged tenfold, easily looking twice the age she was when you parted ways last year.

Quickly sitting by her bedside, she clutched your hands as harshly as she could. “My dear,” Nana started, pausing to look at the nurse still in the room. With that cue, you were left alone with the aging relative. “It seems my hourglass is running out, but I’m glad to see you one last time.” She said, her frail hand quickly coming up, caressing the side of your face before falling once more. Reaching into her pocket, she fished something out of it, as her hand joined her other, grasping your hand. “I must give you this. You must hide it. Don’t let them see you wearing it. You must remember everything I’ve taught you, those stories were all true, and you must hand them down to your children when it’s time, as I have with you. This necklace as well, it must be given to the one who will care for it the most. I have faith in you my dear. You won’t let your dear Nana down.”

You were unable to even start talking to her, as she removed her hands from yours, you put the necklace in your jacket pocket. Starting to open your mouth, ready to say something, anything back. The soft aged voice of your grandmother cut through the silence, “Will you go get my nurse, I’m in need of some more medicine.”

With a nod, you stood, “Of course,” you replied, quickly starting to exit the room, hearing your Nana mutter something about how her last few grains of sand have passed through the hourglass. Leaving the room, you notified the nurses, one of them entered the room, and started working. It was not even two minutes later that the nurse called for the other two, as they ran into the room, everyone knew something was going wrong, everyone knew that Nana was gone. It took ten minutes before any of the nurses exited the room, confirming what the three of you already knew, she was gone.

Tears flowed for the next few days, the stage of mourning was horrible for everyone. Nana was deeply loved within the family and within the community. Even after a month passed, you found yourself unable to return to college, the future you once dreamed of seemed worthless if you did not have your Nana there to cheer you on. Instead of returning to the city, you decided to stay home, claiming it was to help your parents.

One day after helping your mother clean the house, you found yourself outside after she left for work. Slipping your jacket on, you did something for the first time in your life, you took a walk throughout the forest. Nana’s stories of the dangers and frights were forgotten as you passed throughout the trees. Fingertips grazing the green leaves on the tree branches, the birds chirping made the ambiance a wonderful place. Shoving one hand into your jacket pocket, you started to wonder why you never went into the forest before. As you thought, a cold metallic item hit your finger, pulling the item out, it was the necklace that your grandmother had given you. Without a second thought of her words or her warning, you simply put the item on. The metal was cold against your skin, but it felt welcome as you stood in the bright sunlight.

Unbeknownst to you, despite the deep trek into the forest, you were not alone. As you stood sunbathing in the sunlight, a figure watched you from afar. They were absolutely enamored by your beauty, fascinated by what stood in front of them, their mind only had one desire in it at that moment to see you on your knees by his side for eternity, his eternal little plaything, since once he has his hands on you, you will never be able to get away from him. The male figure continued to observe you from his spot hidden amongst the trees, the vines and bramble giving him a wonderful spot to remain hidden from. As he stared, something caught his eye, something shiny. Eyes nearing in on it, and he realized what it was, the necklace that adorned the neck of the beautiful person he was watching. Staring more, he started to make the small item out, a wave of realization washed over him, that necklace, it had to be the one that was stolen from his father all those years ago. His father always told him about it, it was stolen before he was born, but he had heard about it so much, it was like seeing something that had been explained in such explicit detail. In that moment, he knew there would be no chance you would get away from him, once he had the chance, you would be his.

The sunlight started to fade, it grew colder and darker as you tried to find your way out of the forest. If this was the reason your Nana told you to stay from the forest, you would have understood it. The darkness was hard to navigate, but instead she told you ridiculous stories, fairies and fae, what nonsense. It was nothing other than old wives tales, like those who said their children were stolen by wolves and foxes to explain why their young children disappeared or passed. Finally finding your way out, had you heeded Nana’s warning, you would have realized long ago you set foot into his territory, but he let you leave for now, since before long you will find your way to him, and then he will not let you leave.

Returning home, you found yourself desiring to return to the forest, to the trees. They were calling you, it was unexpected, and confusing. You had spent your whole life in fear of those trees, in fear of the fae that lived within them, or at least the fae your Nana claimed lived within them. But here you were, desiring to be under the treetops once more, a need to venture further and further into the darkness within the branches. A desire to get lost within the trees, and a fleeting idea of getting lost and never coming back.

As you fell asleep, the ideas filled your mind, calling you back into the trees, back into the darkness. Your dream was plagued with visions of the trees, you walking further and further into the trees, easily going three times further than you had today. You found yourself in a stream, crystal clear water running through your fingertips, as the wind blew your hair around, but then there was a feeling placing your hair back. Turning, you saw no one, but you could have sworn someone was fixing your hair from the wind’s actions. Fingers intertwined with another’s fingers, but their face unknown, their figure escaping your vision. The feeling was fleeting, the hand left yours, before the sound of leaves moving met your ears. They were running, soon you were as well, running after them, a game, a chase, something, you were unsure of what, but you were doing it. As you felt the tree branches scraping your skin, and then brambles tearing small holes in your clothing, you found yourself in front of a river, on the other side stood a man. The man’s features were a blur, the only thing you could tell for certain was his dark black hair and his sharp cat like eyes peering at you from behind the veil of bangs. Unable to stop yourself, you crossed the river, it was not as deep as you thought it should be, oddly enough it also was not running, the water stagnant and unmoving. As the water seeped into your shoes, you realized, on your feet were no shoes, instead the water washed away dirt and blood from them, caused by your trek through the forest with no shoes on. The water mesmerized momentarily, before you felt the water slowly crawling up your pants, soaking the material that was underwater, and dampening what was not. Looking up, you saw him once more, something was drawing you to him, it was like a rope pulling you closer and closer to the unknown man. Unable to stop the pull, you were like a moth to a flame, despite the cool sooth of the water, your feet started to move once more. The stones in the river stabbed at your feet as you crossed, but that slowed you down none. Stepping onto the dirt, your down damp feet struggled to find their footing, slipping on the mud you had created. Hitting the ground never came however, as arms were around you, keeping you from falling. Despite having not hit the ground, your mind however did hit a wall, fading into darkness as your body went limp.

Upon waking you immediately knew something was off, the thing you were laid on was not your bed, it was hard and felt like a bed of sticks. As you opened your eyes, it was what you had felt, the sharp edges of discarded branches stabbed you in the back as you shifted, starting to sit up. The odd dream the night before came to mind, it felt so realistic and lifelike. Running through the forest, standing in the water, the wind blowing your hair; but one part of it was a mystery, a figure you believed accompanied you; yet, he was just that, a figure in the shadows.

As you attempt to stand, a harsh pain stops the attempt, gazing downwards, you see your feet, dirt covered, and small cuts that were no longer bleeding visible. The thought it was reality caused you to fall to the ground, all the memories flooding your mind as though it was just a dream. The mild crisis you were undergoing was cut short however, as you heard footsteps of another. Finally assessing where you were, it looked like a little hideaway made of fallen branches and leaves. Attempting to hide, you hoped whatever it was would pass on, hopefully not get a scent of the human here and leave without a word. As attempts to remain silent were made, the thought of how did you get here filled your thoughts. The river was the last place you were, and now you were here, in someone’s little hideaway. Someone had to be with you previously, and they brought you here. The man you felt compelled to go around, it had to have been him, if only you could remember what he looked like, if only your mind had not cursed you by only bringing up the memory of a shadow like figure.

The footsteps stopped as someone stood at the entrance of the hideaway. “Hey, I’m not gonna hurt you,” called out a soft male voice. Before you saw the face behind the voice, unconsciously your body shifted back, trying to hide slightly more against the tree branches and leaves. His hand entered before his body, a bottle of what looked like water in it, almost like he was offering you a peace offering, before finally fully entering within the space you were in. He did not set off any red flags in your mind, he had soft looking fluffy black hair, and his smile featured a snaggletooth. If you had met him in one of your classes or out on the streets, you would have thought he was pretty attractive, but having met him in this situation, it was quite different.

You made no motion towards him, and he seemed to expect that, instead of moving towards you, he just sat where he stood. “I think you may have been sleepwalking or something,” He started, almost like he was trying to explain to you what happened. “I just found you on the side of the river bank asleep.” He added, as though it would bring any more comfort to his words. “I didn’t want to just leave you there, so I brought you here, so you wouldn’t be exposed to all the elements.” He continued, nothing he said brought you comfort, despite the beauty of the face saying them. “I just went to grab you this, I thought you might be thirsty, you seemed really out of it earlier.”

There was no attempt made to grab the bottle. Despite the explanations, it still made no sense. At no point in life had sleepwalking been a trait within anyone in your family, and unless stress brought it on, you had no idea how else you ended up out here. The refusal to move towards him and refusal to respond to him must have irritated the boy, as instead of trying to get you to take the bottle again, he simply sat it down, and stood up. “I’ll just give you some time then.” He said, before making his exit as quickly as he did his entrance.

You sat, silent, still, and thirsty for about ten minutes. Only then did it get the best of you, you reached over, grabbing the bottle without a second thought. Had you been in a better state of mind, you would have tried to run, but with everything happening, it seemed like your brain was just not functioning as normal. As the bottle met your hands, you quickly pulled the cap off, not even taking note of how it had already been opened previously. The bottle was immediately drained as it met your lips, after the first sip, you found yourself unable to stop, and soon the bottle was empty. With that, you finally found yourself able to stand and walk somewhat. Exiting the hideaway, looking around, you found yourself unable to pinpoint where you were in the forest. Deciding you might as well just start walking, you would find home or someone else soon.

Not even three minutes into walking, you saw him again, he was sitting there on a large rock with his back to you. Had he been facing you, the first thing that would have caught your eye was the large smirk gracing his face. He had known the moment you drank the bottle of liquid, he also knew it now meant you were unable to leave him. As he turned, his eyes immediately found yours. “Thank you,” You softly muttered, watching as he stood up. He started to walk near you, as he did you felt a warm feeling start to fill your chest, it butterflying out and spreading throughout your body, filling each and every crevice with this warm feeling. The warm feeling desired one thing and one thing only, the feeling of being in this man’s arms. You felt no fight as he neared you, a hand soft brushing hair from your face.

“Are you okay?” He asked, as the warm feeling turned to burning. The burning started within your chest and took over your whole body like a wildfire, it was not gently building like the warmth did, instead it was a raging storm that was unstoppable. Unable to hold your own body weight up, you collapsed, only to be caught by two very familiar arms. “Stupid little one, you should know better than to take drinks from strangers.” He said, carrying the figure in his arms back to the hideaway.

The darkness fading from your mind this time, you did not awaken to the sharp branches stabbing your back, instead you awoke to what felt like warmth. A warmth behind you, an arm around you, a hand on your forehead, almost as though someone was concerned for you. Sitting up with a start, desire to rid yourself of whoever it was on you, you turned to see the man again. “What.” You started, unable to continue your thought as you felt his hand on your forehead once more.

The man had taken to playing the role, the concerned stranger, he knew he would not reveal the truth until later, it was almost too much fun to play you like this. “Are you okay?” He questioned, “You took a nasty fall. You just passed out. I guess everything is just a bit too much for you. Luckily I was there to catch you. I’d hate for you to fall onto the cold hard ground.” He seemed almost concerned, as he reached over, to grab another bottle, passing it to you without much being said.

Taking the bottle, some desire overcame you, you opened it, draining it as you had the one before. “Thank you,” You said, watching as the male nodded. You were still unsure of what was going on, sleep walking, fainting, it was just all unlike you, but it must be the stress. It had to be all the stress caused by your grandmother’s passing. “Thank you,” You started again, stopping before giving him a confused look, realizing you did not even know his name, to thank him for his kindness.

It was almost as though he could read your mind however, since he quickly told you what you had been wondering. “Yuma,” He said, “My name is Yuma.” He told you. As he watched you pass the bottle back over to him, he grabbed another. “I brought a few once you passed out, I assumed you’d be really thirsty, since you are pretty far out here.” He explained, watching as you drank bottle after bottle. One bottle was enough to make you never be able to leave him, but he would make sure you never wanted to leave him. While, sadly he knew it could take a while to take effect, he would just have to keep you preoccupied until it did.

Yuma was one to never be told no, growing up as the Fae Prince, everyone feared what his father might do to them if they told the fair prince no, and those who did found out with a slow and painful death. When he wanted to take his father’s throne, his own father told him no, only then had he faced this blind rage that left his hands blood covered and his father’s head rolling on the floor. He always got what he wanted, and he would not change now. He would make sure not only would you not leave him, but that you would want him, you would be able to deny any part of him, and he would be the only thing occupying your simple little mind.

“Yuma,” You repeated, before telling him your own name, watching as he nodded, a look on his face seemed like he already knew your name, but you did not question it. As you sat on the ground, you wanted to ask him something, just anything, moving the bottle from one hand to another, you found yourself staring up at him. “How did you find me? You said you found me on the river bank. Why were you out this far?” It took all your courage to ask the obvious, but part of your mind told you that it was stupid to ask, and that you should instead just be thankful he found you.

Yuma had expected this, the middle of the forest was not exactly the place most people hang out for fun, at least where humans stay. “Oh, I was just out on a morning walk, I don’t live too far from here,” He started, which while it was a lie, it also was not, he did not live far from here, and he technically was on a walk in the morning. “I think you’ve made it a lot farther into the woods than you think you did, since we aren’t that far from some other houses.”

Nodding, you accepted the answer, despite something in your mind telling you to not. After that, the silence remained for several moments, you not saying anything, and neither did he. It was an uncomfortable silence however, as your mind was on red alert, he was a stranger, he was in the middle of the woods, and he was just odd. But, those red flags soon started to fade, from pink to white, as your mind started to become fuzzy. The warmth from earlier happened again, but instead of growing, it immediately became a blazing fire, consuming your entire being. The heat however did not last, as quickly as it came, it was replaced with a freezing chill. The chill drains each and every bit of energy from your body. “I don’t feel so well.” You muttered, as you felt your head sway. The feeling was as though you were fainting, but you were sitting on the ground, confused as to how this was happening. It did not take long for Yuma’s arms to wrap around you, his forearms enveloping your waist being the last thing you remember, before everything went black once more.

Yuma could not keep the smile from coming upon his face as you fell forward into his chest. Soon, you would never want to leave him, you would never want to see your silly little mother or father again, you would never want to be far from him, you would be his and his alone. His gaze was almost cat like, staring at your passed out figure almost as though you were his prey, and he was the predator. Which, in all honesty, he was; you were the stupid little bunny that fell into his trap, and now he would have fun playing with his little toy forevermore. Raising a hand, he brushed the hair from your face, pressing his lips against your forehead. Had you been awake it would have been a sweet kiss, yet, seeing how you were not, it was menacing instead. He sat there for who knows how long, just petting your hair, pressing various kisses to your face, save for your lips, he decided that he would wait until you were awakened for him to do that. His heart swelled as he stared at the image in front of him, the object of his affection in his arms, moving unconsciously into his chest, even in your unawake state you desired to be with him, just like he desired you to be.

Awaking, you felt a warmth around you, it was Yuma’s arms holding you tight, your head laying on his chest as though it was a pillow. “What happened?” You muttered, your face still pressed against the male’s chest. Despite the thought he would immediately respond, Yuma remained silent, instead just rubbing your back and petting your hair as he had been. It was soothing though, part of you wanted him to do more, while the rational part of your mind was hanging on by a thread, telling you to run, telling you this was not normal, telling you to escape while you could. If only your mind knew it was already too late, it had been too late hours ago when you sleepwalked into the forest, you had been long been screwed.

As you shifted, moving back from his chest, you asked again, “What happened?” But as you did, your eyes locked with his. His eyes were enthralling, drawing you in, they were like a whirlpool and with each second you were being pulled in deeper and deeper, unable to escape. As you stared into his eyes, you felt compelled to do something that normal you would have never thought of, you felt compelled to kiss him. It was almost like you were being told to abandon all your morals and do as he says, to abandon all you knew for him, to abandon everything for Yuma. Give up everything for Yuma. You only love Yuma. Unable to stop the thoughts flooding your mind, you leaned in closer to him, connecting your lips with his.

Smiling into the kiss, Yuma was happy that it was working. He was quick to respond, deepening the kiss, pulling you further onto his lap. His tongue was quick to breach the divide between your lips, exploring your mouth, as you found yourself unable to stop yourself from moaning into his mouth, as you responded to the kiss. His lips moved against yours until you found yourself pulling back, lightheaded once more, only this time it was from the feeling of his mouth against yours. Labored breathing slipped past your lips as his mouth moved downwards, finding its way to the side of your neck. The high you felt continued as he started to suck deep purple marks along your neck, the euphoria of submitting to Yuma was like no other. How you felt could not compare to how you felt with others, not any other boyfriend or girlfriend had made you feel the way Yuma was, the warmth radiating throughout your body, the euphoria that came just from connecting your lips to his.

The high came crashing down however, as Yuma started to mutter against your neck. “Took fucking long enough, I shouldn’t have diluted it so much.” He muttered, forgetting that you were awake and able to hear him. He was reckless to assume you would have not heard his statement, especially seeing how he was kissing just under your ear, it would have been impossible for you to not hear him.

A rush of anger took over you, the string worth of rationality quickly becoming a rope, as your headstrongness overwhelmed what little effect his nectar had taken on you thus far. With a quick movement, you had pushed Yuma off of you, an uppercut to his jaw taking him by surprise as you ran out of the hideaway. As you found yourself more within your proper state of mind, you ran, running before he could have reacted to your little stunt and followed you. Seeing how dark it was already, you assumed it was mid evening at earliest, meaning he had been drugging you for who knows how many hours.

Running through the forest, you were harshly reminded of your shoeless feet, as you stumbled and stepped on sharp branches shards. You continued running, even once you heard him behind you, at least you assumed it was him. It could have been a wild animal, and honestly you would have rather let the wild animal get you, than be around him once more. Running, you found yourself passing things you had sworn you had seen before, but it did not stop you, instead you pressed forward continuing on.

Yuma had been taken aback the moment you pushed him, his mind was thinking you wanted something else, something he was completely willing to give you, he wanted to own both your soul and body. But, instead as a fist met his jaw, he was shocked. It was not the reaction he had expected, especially as the nectar was seeming to have taken over your body. But, as he said, he must have diluted it too much, allowing your original mindstate to take over.

As you ran, he could not stop himself from laughing, funny you thought you could escape him. He could have instantly been by your side, but instead he decided to have a little fun. What is a predator without his prey to chase, after all you were his pretty little bunny that fell into his trap. He felt joy watching the attempts to escape, you would near the river just for him to teleport you right back to where you had started five minutes ago. The joy was euphoric to him, giving him an idea of what kind of fun he would have with his little toy, once your mind fully submitted to him. Which, it would, it was not like you could escape him anyways.

You finally found yourself by the river, assuming this was the river that Yuma claimed to have found you by this morning. As you tried to step into the cold waters, you were unable to do so. Your foot, it was like it hit an invisible wall, something was preventing you from moving. First you tried your feet, both hit an invisible barrier. Then your hands, the same result. You however had no time to run elsewhere when you heard his laugh behind you. It was like you were in a small invisible hall, no longer the barrier just in front of you, but it was also beside you, keeping you right where he wanted you.

“You didn’t think I was going to let you go so easily, did you sweetheart?” His voice, easily holding a mocking tone. Watching as you hit the barrier only visible to his eyes, trying to escape. Yuma could sense your stress, the fear, the anger within your being. It caused him to do nothing more than to laugh, laugh at your tries, he knew you would be unable to escape. His hand found your neck, wrapping around it as he tightened his grip, starting to pull you away from the barrier. “Now, now, now, let’s quit that, hitting my barrier won’t get you anywhere sweetheart.” He mockingly said, his other hand coming up to play with the necklace resting on your neck.

Eyes were focused on the other side of the river, it was only then that you saw it, the brambles. You were on the other side of the bramble covered river. It was only then that all the stories flooded back to your brain. Once you enter their territory you can not leave without an offering unless you want to be cursed. His hand playing with the necklace resting on your chest let you know he recognized the charm, the necklace she said to keep hidden. Never cross the bramble surrounded river, for the other side is the unseelie territory. And the most important one that you failed to heed, fae will trick you into eating something, for their nectar will be used to bind you to themselves. But there was one thing Nana could never tell you, since even she herself did not know it, once bound, you are not their plaything until death, you are their plaything forever more, since unlike fairies, the evil magic the fae practice, keeps them immortal. They only die when they desire to pass on, or through being killed by another, the latter being just how Yuma claimed his throne from his father.

As everything started to make sense, you felt the grip on your neck tighten Yuma pulling your head to lay against his shoulder. A harsh kiss was placed on your lips before the hand on your necklace moved. Suddenly a black teacup appeared in his hand, within the cup was a thick viscous liquid. Yuma wasted no time diluting it or disguising it as water this time, he wanted to make sure it took, and he would make sure to force feed it to you as many times as it took. He would not have another scene like you put on today. He would completely and totally mind break you, leaving you unable to think about anything but him, unable to want anything but him. No longer would you crave human goods or desires, you would desire him and him alone. You would willingly submit to him, and until the nectar corrupted your mind, he would force you to submit with as much cruelty as it took to break your spirit.

Despite attempts to move, his hand tightened, the grip on your neck causing you to feel lightheaded. As he felt your body start to fade, his hand moved from your neck to your mouth, quickly opening your lips to pour the contents of the teacup in. This was not enough for him however, his hand moving back to your neck as you started to regain your breathing and thoughts. He repeated the process twice more, three teacups full of nectar should be more than enough to make you nothing but his pliable plaything within minutes. Yet, at that moment, your sanity remained, and you started to struggle once more.

In a bright flash of light, you find yourself immobilized and in a black dimly lit room, the blood red carpet under your feet being the only thing you see. As a hand takes your own, you feel it dragging you along behind the owner of the hand. The carpet changes to black tile, before long you are at a large black door, being led through it. Whatever desire you had to fight, to run, disappeared, as they drained every bit of energy from your form, leaving you with just enough to keep standing and awake. The nectar starting to flood your mind, thoughts of Yuma being all that remained. The joy feeling of his lips on yours, the high you felt from his lips upon your neck, and fantasies of the euphoria you would feel upon giving him your body being all that your mind was filled with. Legs were numb as the walking continued, from tile to another swatch of blood red carpet, this time, it followed along the floor and up a short set of stairs, where a throne sat.

If your mind was working, you would be confused about this all, you would be fighting this all, but instead here you were subservient, following the man leading you towards the throne. Unsure of when it happened, it felt like you were not fully there for a while, only coming to when you felt a hand playing with the hair on the top of your head. Here you sat on your knees, wrist and ankles chained to the throne besides you, as your head rested against the arm of the throne. The sanity that remained by a thread was trying one last effort to get you out, but it was failing, and soon would be replaced with nothing but thoughts of Yuma. Thoughts of kissing Yuma. Thoughts of serving Yuma. Thoughts of nothing but Yuma. It is not that bad though, after all Yuma is your everything.

“Don’t get any frivolous ideas my love, you can’t escape me now my dear.” Yuma said, his voice slipping easily into your brain, the words smooth as velvet, despite actions saying the opposite. With a quick grip on the back of your head, Yuma yanked your head back, so your half closed eyes would focus on him. “Open your eyes.” He harshly said with a quick slap being administered to your cheek. The force of the slap woke you up slightly, causing both your eyes to be fully open and on him, he continued. “And this is where you will stay my queen/king, by my side, where you belong.” Pausing he pulled you into a forceful kiss, teeth clattering against yours as he dominated your movements in that moment. Pulling away, he pushed you back, making sure you were kneeling by his side, before his hand found its way back into your hair, making you focus on him once more, before his other hand gently caressed your chin. The nectar started to fully flood your brain, no longer being any thoughts of your own. All thoughts were of Yuma, what you wanted to do to Yuma, what you wanted Yuma to do to you. All was Yuma. Watching as the fight drained from your eyes, becoming glossy with desire, he leaned down, connecting his lips to yours once more, only this time, it was returned. Nothing filled your mind except the desire to please Yuma, to do as he likes, and you kissed him back. “This is right where you belong?” He questioned, watching as you nodded your head enthusiastically, he started to chuckle. His hand found its way back to your hair, petting it as you leaned into his touch. “Right little pet.”

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slytherinshua · 6 months

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&TEAM AS NEWJEANS SONGS

genre. headcanon. warnings. none. featuring. &team. wc. 432. a/n. this is very based on vibes lmao but this was a lot harder than i thought it would be. i hope it's fun tho!!

EUIJOO as ditto.

sometimes i look at this man and just think that he would fit perfectly in the ditto mv. especially when he's wearing glasses. i feel like he fits the vibes, the aesthetic, and i could see him in a ditto romance yk?? and when he smiles its very like a school crush vibe 🫶

my feelings for you like the memories we share have grown so big summer's already gone and it's autumn been waiting all this time

FUMA as cool with you.

fuma was rly rly hard but i eventually decided on cool with you. it's more of a dreamy vibe than the rest of newjean's upbeat songs and fuma (due to his stark features) often gives me more of a gentle vibe than a bright one.

and i think i like your point of view you can come back i don't care what other people say don't let go dreaming of each other

KEI as new jeans.

just even kei's existence in &team when he was almost in enhypen feels like a new start. he's with a different group so he is different, if that makes sense. and i just feel like he's so right for &team and he's found himself and that vibe is exactly what new jeans is.

look, it's a new me switched it up, who's this? so fresh, so clean the day we've been waiting for finally feeling so right

NICHOLAS as hype boy.

listen, nicho is a hype boy. he's a star and personally i think he really stands out in &team. he's often the first one people notice in the group and his vibe is just so fresh and unique, very much how hype boy was as a song when it first came out.

i won't listen to no one nothing same about you, none maybe you could be the one 'cause I know what you like, boy you're my chemical hype boy

YUMA as attention.

hehehe this might just be me as a raging yuma bias but yuma just!! gives!! attention!! vibes!! he's so playful and bright and fun and energetic and just <3333 very much attention to me! definitely looking for attention when it's yuma involved skjdks.

you give me butterflies, you know? my heart has gone to paradise got me confusеd but one thing's for sure i know you're thе one got me looking for attention

JO as super shy.

have you even seen this boy??? he is so super shy coded it's actually ridiculous. his ears get so red when hes shy he literally gives the introvert-too-flustered-to-ask-their-crush-out vibes. he just gives the fluttery bright crush sound 💗

'm super shy, super shy i'm all nervous 'cause you're on my mind all the time i wanna tell you but I'm super shy my eyes suddenly sparkle when you say i'm your dream

HARUA as hurt.

harua has always been the softest member to me. he's smaller than the others and has softer more delicate features than the others. so i had to give him the softest newjeans song. the swinging vocals in the song and the more relaxed vibe are so harua coded.

don't want you to just say the words you should come and show me first i'm not gonna be the one to get hurt wait in silence, that's my way but I'm not like this every day

TAKI as asap.

taki is so fun and spirited <3 like he's just very eager in the way he acts. the playful vibes that he has really remind me of the almost impatience that the asap has with the tik-tok-tik-tok constantly in the background of the song. it feels like buzzing which is also very taki.

there's this one more thing i'll show you come with me so much to do and lots to see asap baby hurry up don’t say maybe

MAKI as omg.

omg is so upbeat and fun. maki gives the energy of an actual puppy so it just fits so perfectly. i also feel like the "they keep on asking me who is he?" line really suits maki. he rly stands out in a playful way <3

Oh my, oh my God, I knew this would happen I was really hoping that he will come through No I can never let him go I only think of you, twenty-four I'm going crazy right?

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starryriize · 24 days

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how &team views love | maknae line

╰┈ ⋆｡˚ 🪼genre: fluff!!

╰┈ ⋆｡˚ 🪼author’s note: i don’t know how good this was compared to the Hyung Line ver but i loved how it turned out!! hehe writing abt yuma and jo made me so 🥹🫶🏼

listen to: how long will i love you - ellie goulding

🫧laur's taglist: @chiiyuuvv @kehnarii @cherrycolaberry @leehanascent @hyvelxve

Yuma - To me, he loves with such deep care and affection. I think he views love as beautiful, an emotion that leaves him sad yet wonderfully happy. Love is interesting to him, as it’s not new, but oh, how he wishes you weren’t hurt by your previous love. Despite this, he loves you, fully and with his whole heart. He hopes you realize that you’re loved more than you’ll ever know. Even with all your failures and mistakes, he holds you and continues to love you because your past doesn’t define who you are. You’re still loveable and just as beautiful in his eyes, nothing could ever change that. To him, love is quiet and calm. He cherishes every moment, never failing to remind you that you’re appreciated and worth the entire world. If the whole world comes crashing down, he’d reach for your hand, guiding you to safety and facing misfortune together. Loving him is slowly healing…

Jo - When Jo loves, it's beautiful and the only word for it is magical. It's always shown through his actions and he feels that it's different. He thinks of you in every moment of every day. His love is always so gentle, soft, and warm like his smile. Even when the day seems to be gloomy and you’re feeling stressed, he’s always by your side. Love, to him, is more than a feeling or knowing that his heart beats faster when you’re around. Jo loves you and he wishes to tell the entire world that he loves you. The love that he has for the sunsets, the tiny dandelions outside, the stars that twinkle each night, and the rain that falls...he thinks of you because you deserve to be loved like he loves the universe. Love shouldn't be reserved for special occasions so he makes sure to let you know that he loves you. Everyday. Every hour. Every minute. Every second.

Taki - His love is playful and sweet! Just like him, his love is akin to seeing a butterfly land on a flower. It's delicate and beautiful. He realizes he's in love very slowly, but once he's in love, he finds himself smiling at the most random times. That's what love is- unexpected but welcome. He really can't help but love you. You may think you're not easy to love, but you should see what Taki sees. The way the sunset reflects on your eyes makes you look like an angel on earth. You're even more breathtaking when you talk about something that you're passionate about. Taki loves you in every way.

Harua - I think, despite not having a lot of experience with love, would see love like the movies. When he loves, it’s very real and he values it with his entire heart. I see him as the type to be a soft romantic and stand up for his partner, regardless of what life throws at you. He finds himself picking up your little habits and it makes him smile just thinking about how he hopes you're his forever. Harua views love as something beautiful- not superficially, but the way love is simple. It's fond and familiar. Love is hard, and Harua knows that. Despite the cruelty of the world, he wants to be with you. His love reminds you of summer breezes and the simplicity of life. If forever meant being with you, he would embrace forever with wide open arms. He loves you more than you can ever know.

Maki - I firmly believe he sees love in everything. Perhaps it is his upbringing but to him, love is laughing when you trip on air and saying aww when you see cute puppies. His love is noticeable, yet reserved. You know he loves you but he expresses it in ways that make you wonder if you saved a world in your past. To him, love is learning about you and wanting to live life with you! Loving you is so easy, it's like breathing. He loves you so much and in each kiss, he hopes you know that you're never alone. Even if no one is by your side, he'll proudly stand with you. His love makes you feel like life is worth living, not just being stuck in the corporate cycle.

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nichoskittycorner · 7 months

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Demon Song (Yuma Smut)

>>"Don't whistle at night"

You've been hearing that ever since you were a child and yet somehow never listened. Sometimes you think you should listen more when after whistling a certain tune, you summon a demon in your very bedroom - Yuma

>> pet play (well he acts like you're a pet to him), fingering, penetrative sex, gen!reader, drugging, kidnapping, overstimulation, demon!Yuma, a bit of yandere traits from him-

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A/N: My first Yuma smut yay :D

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Whistling was something you would consider a hidden talent. Ever since you were young, the ability to sing tunes and make music with just your lips came naturally to you.

It fascinated some, annoyed others, and if anything- worried your mother. She always warned you about whistling in the wrong place at the wrong time. Specifically, at night.

"You won't understand now, but don't whistle at night." Your mother spoke sternly but with a sweet edge to her voice. Tucking you in for bed as she always did. You were very young, about six when she gave you this warning.

She smoothed out the blanket that covered your little body as you squeezed the stuffed animal in your arms, your favorite one, for comfort. "Why not mommy? It's just music?"

You could see from her expression that she didn't want to answer, instead dodging the question and kissing your forehead goodnight before leaving.

Every night you started to ask her why, well ask her and your father. But neither would answer. They thought you would just get tired and stop but your little heart was determined to know.

As far as you knew, not whistling at night was just a stupid adult rule that they made to kill fun. You had to know! Why couldn't you?

Finally, your mother relented. Although she sanitized the truth so your little kid brain could process it, you got the long-awaited answer. "Demons sweetheart. Devils, monsters- they'll take you if you sing their song at night, which is whistling."

As a little kid, that response terrified you. You cried and begged your mom not to leave your side that night. Sure it was a bit of an overreaction but everyone knew the words kids and monsters meant someone would be crying in no time flat.

You held onto her warning tightly for years. Never whistling at night just in case you summon a demon or something. Sometimes you go to the lengths of biting your tongue until you fall asleep to resist the urge.

But as you got older, late teens, you remembered the story and laughed. How silly! And to think you cried and actually created a strange habit to protect your child self. It made sense as a child, but now, it was a funny memory.

Demons weren't real. At least not to you. They could bother whoever they wanted for whatever reason they picked. They weren't your problem anymore. You no longer were that little kid who feared them.

So once you moved out of your parent's home, the first thing you did the night you moved in was dance around, play music, and whistle- no one to stop you or establish silly rules to not do so.

And just as you predicted, nothing happened. Not that night, not the night afterward- heck years went by of this routine and Nothing. Ever. Happened.

You almost wanted to brag to your parents that you were fine but you loved them too much to antagonize them as such.

What you didn't know was that something was happening- you just couldn't see it until it was too late.

Every night when you would whistle your tune, you were beckoning a demon ever closer to your presence. The only reason it took so long was because you were whistling his summoning song, not chanting it.

Of course, it was just your luck that your favorite song was linked to a demonic being. Over the years, the demon would start to get curious every time he would hear his calling.

Started to look in on you and chip away at the seal between worlds the closer he got. He honestly found you adorable and intriguing.

A clueless human who was building an unbreakable link without realizing it. Not only that, you reminded him of a little kitten.

Sure he thought the comparison was odd at first but after asking around, he wanted to keep you. Not like a slave, but as a pet.

You were just too precious! And if you were linked to him forever already, well why not keep you close, pampered, and protected?

Even if you resisted or didn't like it at first, you would come to love and appreciate your Master in no time.

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After returning home from work, you stretched before flopping onto the couch. A minute to stretch and relax before getting your night routine started.

Heating up some leftovers, taking a shower, eating dinner, and whistling a little tune before tucking into bed. Your body was warm and cozy as you sank deep into the sheets.

The work day could be forgotten for now, a worry for later. Your room melting away into a sweet dream or a wild adventure. But they did neither of those.

As your mind drifted off, you felt like a weight was dropped on you, making your stomach fall faster than a stone in the ocean. Your head spun and you felt sick but couldn't open your eyes.

There was no way you were still dreaming. Your body was both light and heavy, hot and cold- whatever was happening, you wanted it to end. A feeble whimper escaped your lips, a cry into the darkness for help.

Luckily your prayer was answered with a swiftness. A warm hand caressed your cheek- instantly making all your ailments fade. Your guardian angel! Or a better dream-

Your eyes peeled open to see- no one? Confused, you sat up and whipped your head around but had to lay back down and clutch your head.

"Hey woah, relax kitten, you're safe!" A voice spoke from the other side of you. Dark wavy hair, a pair of pointy horns, and an (honestly) sweet cat-like face. A warm smile on his face with a little tooth poking out of his lips.

His hand rested on your shoulder and massaged it, comforting you. And despite being a stranger, it was working. You looked him up and down a few more times over- taking into account his folded wings and swaying forked tail.

His eyes sparkled, full of adoration as you seemed to ground yourself. "Who… who are you?"

"Ah, I'm Yuma! Your master-!"

"MASTER?!" You shot up, pushing yourself out of bed to get as far away from this guy as possible. As cute as he was, cute didn't save you from crazy.

"Um, no! I'm a human with no master, stop talking crazy!" This Yuma, was clearly off his rocker as he began to laugh.

"Come back kitten, you need your rest." He opened his arms to you as if he were a loving boyfriend inviting you back to bed. But you couldn't go back! Even when a part of your brain was demanding to leap back into his arms.

"N-no. Stay away from me!" You took a step back, bumping your back into the wall. He looked so friendly but something was off about him- probably because his obvious inhuman status or the fact that you were no longer in your room started to sink in.

His eyes flashed before you felt a painful tug in your chest. As much as it burned, your body was still upright and moving- moving right back into bed and into his arms.

Shock was the only thing you could feel. How? Why? Clearly, he had some power over you and you hated that instantly. But as he held you, rubbing circles into your back, you couldn't stay mad.

"Don't worry. You're safe now my pet. My sweet kitten, you're all mine."

"W-wait what!? I'm no pet!" You pushed back on him and shuffled to the other side of the bed, hopefully, this was close enough that he didn't try that weird pulling thing again.

Yuma only giggled. Your feeble attempts to push him away amused him. "Well technically, you're my slave. But you're too precious to be a servant."

Your brow furrowed as he pulled you back into his arms, wrapping his dark wings around you to stop you from escaping again. " Do you know what you've created kitten? The bond that you built between us, tying us to each other for eternity."

He nuzzled his face into your hair, breathing deeply and sighing in satisfaction. "You smell better than I could ever imagine."

Oh, he was just freaking you out more and more. The least you could do was try to get answers. "So what are you first of all? And what bond- I didn't sell my soul to anyone?"

Yuma proceeded to explain your very stupid mistake. A mistake you had been warned about ages ago but refused to listen to. By your weird nightly ritual of lighting candles, whistling, and dancing around to destress, you accidentally tethered your souls together and now he practically owns you.

"You should be grateful my sweet pet. Most demons aren’t as nice as me and would’ve put you to work or use your body as a vessel. But not me! I'll just give you anything and everything you want. Pampering you, feeding you, oh you'll just be so cute and happy in my care-"

He continued to ramble but your brain turned to static. You didn't want this. This was a mistake and you had to get free.

"Wait this is a misunderstanding! I didn't mean to summon you or bind us or anything! There has to be a way to undo this!"

Yuma blinked for a moment. "Even if there was, I wouldn't want to know."

"But I do!" You thrashed in his arms, trying to break free. "I don't want to stay here! I want to go home!"

The harder you struggled, the tighter Yuma held on. Soon you couldn't breathe in his grasp, your eyes dotted up and your head spun. You stopped struggling and only then did he release you.

Air burned your lungs as you tried to stabilize your breathing. A part of you wanted to cuss the demon out but when you saw that smile on his face, it sent a cold shock through your whole body.

Yuma was smiling so sweetly at you, as if he didn't just try to choke you out. "I'll go get you something to eat kitten, you're probably just hungry." Unwrapping you from his wings, he got up. Patting your hair and tucking you into your blanket.

"I've got some nice things for you too kitten. We'll look at them in the morning." He kissed your cheek and left the room. Leaving you scared, shocked, and most notably, cold…

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The next morning, Yuma let you sleep in. Granted that didn't mean you were alone. He just sat next to you silently and watched you sleep. Giving you another scare to see him so soon.

As soon as you were awake, he ushered you into the bathroom, gave you a bath (against your will), dressed you up in some comfy pajamas, and served breakfast. This was too weird.

A part of you didn't want to eat. But your stomach growled to the point that it hurt, making you take spoonfuls of the dish reluctantly. It tasted good but still, you'd rather not be here. Especially with Yuma watching your every move so closely.

After breakfast, it was time for the 'gifts' he mentioned before. Sitting you down on your bed, he presented you with many cute outfits and accessories. Toys, books, makeup, consoles- just anything he thought you would want or need.

"Do you like your gifts kitten? I hope I got at least one thing that you like. Something to keep you occupied when I can't play with you."

You didn't want to say yes, because dangit he was through. But you had to give him his credit and nodded. He beamed another smile, that adorable little tooth sticking out again.

" That's wonderful! And if there's anything else you want or need, don't be afraid to ask." He pinched your cheek and finished tying a ribbon into your hair.

"Oh and one more thing!" Digging into his pocket, he pulled out a collar. Clearly custom-made and bedazzled to have your name in it. Without even asking, he fastened it around your neck- the material sealing itself so you couldn't remove it.

"There, now I'll always know where you are kitten." He kissed your cheek- much to your dismay. If he always knew where you were, there was no escape.

Your heart sank and you could've sworn breakfast wanted to come back up. Hell if it did, might as well throw up on your captor so he knows how you really feel about him.

Your change in demeanor didn't go unnoticed, Yuma sulked slightly seeing your shoulders sink. Wrapping a wing around you as well as his arm to hold you close to him. "What's wrong kitten?"

You were hot inside. You wanted to scream and yell and bite him. Make him angry and hate you so he would just send you back. But it was futile, if anything you were scared to make him mad again.

Instead just pulling away slightly and facing the wall. "I want to be alone." You knew he was clingy so it surprised you when it worked.

"I see. I'll give you some time kitten while I go check on some things. You're free to explore the house." Once again patting your head and kissing your cheek before leaving.

Once alone, you couldn't help but burst into tears. Holding yourself tightly as your nails dug into your skin. You really were trapped. You never got to say goodbye or tell your family and friends you loved them or that you were fine.

They would be left to wonder what happened to you, and you would wonder about them. Tears of grief and frustration poured down endlessly. Even exhaustion didn't stop them, even when you threw things and screamed and punched at the wall- your tears never stopped.

This couldn't be your life now, it just couldn't! You didn't care that he was spoiling you, what you wanted was to be free and back home!

Your body couldn't handle much more of this abuse- even so, you continued to shriek and cry out your frustrations.

However long you had been at this, Yuma had heard you and returned. Shocked and upset by your tantrum. Without hesitation, he took you into his arms to stop your path of destruction. Arms and wings encasing your squirming and combative form firmly.

You swung, kicked, even bit him. And yet he just held you. You cursed his name countless times over and he still kissed your tears away. He was crazy. He had to be. But that could be pondered later.

Clearly, your rage and despair had you overestimating your body's limits and you fell limp in his lap. Only whimpers of defeat fell from your lips as the tears ran dry. Leaving you feeling empty.

Once you were still, Yuma carried you to the bed, settling in with you. Stroking your hair to comfort you. And it must've been that stupid connection because it was working.

"My poor kitten. I'm sorry for leaving you alone so long, I didn't know it would distress you like so."

You nearly blew up all over again. How did he misunderstand that?! You weren't upset because he left- but because he's keeping you here! And yet, you melted into his embrace. He dried your tears, calmed your sobs, and made you feel… at ease?

This disgusted you.

How was your body submitting so easily to him?! You wanted to fight back but felt sluggish and exhausted. And worst of all, you wanted to stay in his embrace.

You were fighting yourself internally more than you ever had before. One part wanted to stay, the other wanted to peel yourself away and give yourself a bleach bath to forget his touch.

He was so warm… so, so warm. You snuggled into him as your eyes finally closed. Maybe just this once, you could stay here. Stay with Yuma.

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Time melted away. Eventually, you stopped crying. You stopped pitying your situation and morphed into a shell of your former self.

Even when you tried to occupy yourself when he was gone, you enjoyed nothing. Yuma tried his best to keep you happy.

Getting you the most high-quality foods, new toys, and gifts, keeping you as close to him as possible during his non demoning hours- but nothing worked.

You had given up fighting him but you also weren't accepting his affections either. Sure your body would lean into his touch, but your mind was always so far away.

Yuma was getting worried. He hated seeing his precious kitten so sad. From everything he researched about humans, one of these should've done the trick.

As you slept one night, he was downstairs airing his grievances out to a friend and fellow demon.

Pulling at his hair and horns to try to make sense of the situation. His friend, K, a high-ranking demon in the 'physical pleasures' department had laughed. Lounging back and kicking his feet up onto the coffee table.

"Oh Yuma, Yuma- you silly nut. You haven't tried the most obvious thing!" The older demon chastised him playfully. Yuma tilted his head, clearly confused.

"I don't get it. Humans like food, gifts, and attention?" K nodded slowly, gesturing for him to continue.

"Yes and what do I specialize in?"

It was like a lightbulb went off in his mind. "Sex?! Do you really think they'll like that?"

K scoffed and ruffled the younger's hair. "Of course they will. Humans go crazy for it. A good fucking will change their whole world."

Yuma pondered this for a moment. If it would help his precious kitten feel good and brighten up again he could definitely try it! "Okay, I'll try it!"

"Good, let me know how it works… you do still know how to have sex right?" K laughed as Yuma grabbed him by the horns and shook him.

" Hey! Don't mess with me!"

K only laughed as Yuma tried to shake him up, only amusing the older demon with his feeble efforts.

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Dinner was still hard to get through. Not only because you knew the depression was still crushing you but because of Yuma. He wouldn't stop staring at you- asking if you liked the food considering it was 'your favorite'. It was fine, tasted a bit funny at some point but maybe he just sucked at cooking.

You pushed the thought away and excused yourself. Leaving your cleaned plate at the table and heading off to bed.

These days, you've taken up trying to journal to keep sane. Writing little notes about what happened that day, dreams and even counting the days.

Today's entry was just as uneventful as every other. At least that's what you thought by the time you put the notebook away. Not even a minute later, you started to feel hot.

At first, it was just a little warm, but soon you were burning up. Tossing the sheets aside in an effort to cool down. It was futile as you only seemed to heat up more. The heat soon turned to a pain in your lower body.

It started to become too much and you hadn't even meant to but you called out for Yuma. Even if you still weren't happy with him, he's the only one who could help you.

Yuma burst into the room not even a second later. He was instantly by your side, cradling you in his arms. " Kitten, what's wrong?"

His voice was so sweet, calling to you to sink more into him but you resisted. "It hurts- I don't know what's wrong."

Yuma nodded and leaned over, smiling to himself to see your legs twitching and a large wet stain beneath you. Looks like it was working as intended.

Turning back to you, he put on an expert pout and kissed your forehead. "Don't worry kitten, I know how to fix this." Relief washed over you until you felt his hand lay on your stomach and slip into your underwear.

His touch both lit you up more and cooled the burning sensation. His fingers moved slowly but once they reached your dripping hole, you nearly exploded.

Both from embarrassment- how did you NOT notice that?! - And because you only pushed your hips closer to his digits against your will.

"Ah, I see." Yuma adjusted your position, now your back was to his chest, legs spread with his hands buried deep in your underwear and teasing your hole.

"H-hey! Get your hand out of there, I don't need your help anymore-"

"Shh, no worries, I've got you." His lips attached to your neck, kissing softly before adding more pressure and sucking on the delicate skin. All while his fingers circled your hole, collecting your arousal on them and teasing you.

Gently pushing a finger in before pulling it back out and repeating the process. By now your body was betraying you, you squirmed in his grasp but he only held you tightly. Using his tail to hold your legs open.

Finally, he plunged a digit in fully, making you gasp and arch your back. You hated how good it felt. You hated that a moan slipped from your lips the deeper he went and that you wanted his finger to keep moving inside of you.

His finger continued to pick up speed as a hand crawled up your pajama shirt- finding your nipple and playing with it. Squeezing and pinching the little nub, driving you crazy.

He added another finger to your hole, thrusting them to a medium-paced rhythm as you continued to fight both yourself, and him. You didn't want to enjoy this, but you were melting into his touch, only wanting more as he relieved the pain and brought pleasure to you.

But it was still him so fighting back was always the plan. Eventually, his fingers found your little spot and you gasped, digging your fingers into whatever part you could reach of him. Your mouth wanted to curse him but as his fingers curled and constantly teased it, your hips jerked so he couldn't pull away.

You couldn't deny how he was making you feel as your orgasm threatened to wash over you. But you could still try. Letting out various 'Yuma no-' or 'Yuma stop!', all of which were practically drowned out by moans following them.

Soon you began to twitch and shake as you came, crying out as you made an even bigger mess on his hand. Tears pricked at your eyes but you felt so good. So damn good.

"How was that kitten? Feel good yet?" Yuma bit down with a little more pressure on your neck, leaving an impression on your skin with his teeth.

"Leave…me…alone…" Your eyes shut as you tried to steady your mind. How dare he make you feel this good!? You wanted to push him away and tell him that you were fine.

He pouted and let you go, removing his fingers from your hole. It irked you that you felt cold and wanted him back.

But he wasn't done with you, not at all. He pushes your legs open and positions himself in between them. Tossing your legs over his shoulders and tearing away your bottom and underwear. Leaving you exposed to him.

His eyes flashed and you felt that tug in your chest that you felt before and he smiled at you. Leaning over and pressing your chest to his, his hands undoing his own pants.

"Don't worry kitten, I said I'll take care of you, and I mean it." Smashing your lips together in what he probably assumed was a sweet kiss. It had to be against your will that your eyes fluttered close throughout the kiss.

His fingers dipped back inside of your weeping hole and stroked slowly. Whimpers fell into his mouth as you urged him for more. What in the world was happening to you?!

And he was happy to oblige. Removing his fingers and stroking his hardened dick, coating his length in your slick. A low groan rumbled through his chest before he stopped, lining himself up with your entrance.

"Are you ready kitten?"

"Y-yes!" NO?!

With that, he pushed his hips forward. Easily sliding into your hole and making you gasp in pleasure. Damnit why did he feel so good?!

His cock stretched you out so sweetly. Hips moved in slow strokes as he pushed in deeper until he bottomed out. Sighing in relief that he never expected to feel.

He never expected his kitten to be so tight and warm around him. Clenching down and threatening to never let go of him. But he started to move, thrusting his hips quickly into you.

As much as you wanted to complain and push him off, you were losing that fight. Relaxing and moaning as he fucked you. Holding onto his shoulders to ground yourself.

Already so sensitive and dripping around his length. You wanted to strangle yourself as you cried out for more. Begged for him to go deeper, to fuck you harder. Your ears filled with the sound of slapping skin and your wetness together.

Sheets beneath you soaking as he managed to pull an orgasm out of you. One after another- your mind falling to pieces slowly and yet so quickly.

All you wanted was Yuma. Wanted him to stay inside of you and flood you with his seed. Keep you warm and light you up with his touch. That voice in your mind that was angry before has long since been silenced.

You didn't know what you were thinking anymore. Just Yuma and his touch. His lips attached to yours, his hands roaming your body, your puffy hole, and his cock- made for one another.

Like a broken record you just called out for him, and he would respond. Going a little deeper, kissing you where you wanted, holding your hand, or filling you up with his cum again. Why were you ever opposed to him touching you in the first place?

"Yuma… Yuma…" You were a drooling, glaze-eyed mess by now. He chuckled and slowed down his hips.

"What is it kitten? What do you need?" You just pouted until he caught your point and moved your legs, wrapping them around his waist and he picked up the pace.

Fucking you dumb and somehow still reaching new parts of your swollen and puffy hole. You were a mess of cum and arousal, shaking at every little touch. Your head spun, essentially you were drunk on Yuma.

His touch was rough and yet gentle, his kisses and bites were sweet and his strokes intoxicating. You didn't know how you did it, but you could feel another orgasm building. Never had you lasted this long before but you could think about it later.

Noticing you tensing up beneath him, Yuma leaned into your ear, nibbling on it as he added more strength behind it. Thrusting at an inhuman level as he tenderly spoke to you.

"What's this? Are you gonna cum again kitten? Hm, wanna make a mess on your Master?" Eager whimpers and grinding hips were all he got in response.

He kissed you deeply and buried his cock in as far as he could go. "Go on, cum kitten."

Your body shook and quaked as you came. Tears of pleasure streamed down your face as he continued to thrust inside of you. Clenching around him tightly and squeezing his orgasm out of him. Flooding your hole with more cum as some spilled out.

You were exhausted and finally relieved. Yuma hugged you close but didn't pull out, peppering you with kisses and stroking your hair as you calmed down.

"That's my good kitten. Don't you feel good now?" You nodded as he wrapped his arms around you. Cuddling up to you and stroking your cheek.

Even when he pulled out, cleaned you up, and got you back to bed- you couldn't resent him. It's like that part of you that was upset with him was long since fucked out of you.

He held you close and whispered sweet words to you. Playing with your hair as you felt your eyes get heavy. Today was so strange- but questions could wait. You snuggled into his chest and relaxed.

Drifting off the sleep in Yuma's arms, a familiar tune being hummed. Unknowingly drawing you closer to him as you fell asleep.

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