eyesforfuma

[eyesforfuma]

[eyesforfuma]

LORD IF YOU CAN HEAR ME

[eyesforfuma]

Well trained!

Jo can't seem to help himself. You teach him a little lesson.

wc: 1.6k <3

sub! jo x fem mean dom! reader, messy eater jo, light face slapping, orgasm denial, he cries. it's really cute.

seven twenty minutes in heaven, teasing, friends to fwb, semi-public sex, the whole thing. enjoy!

This all started because of a game of spin the bottle that left the both of you stranded in a closet together. A few giggles, an awkward hand placement and a joke later, he blurted out the heaviest thing on his mind. “We should have sex.”

“Are you out of your mind?”

Jo peers outside the blinds to check for people, frantic. “Lower your voice, please.” He’s flushed to the top of his head and his words mix while he tries to calm you down, but you push his hand away regardless. The party outside is quiet, too quiet. There’s a pair of footsteps that stop by the door, probably listening in, so you decide you should be whispering after all.

“Us? Fucking? Do you even– Where did this come from, sweetheart?” You fake a gasp, rocked to your core about his proposition. It’s not that you don’t know why he’s making it, it’s just… You want to hear him say how bad he wants you.

Jo looks out of place, squished against a couple of boxes. He’s dressed like he should be at home, maybe knitting or doing macramé or something simple like that. Not making puppy eyes at a pretty girl from his class and telling her–

“I even practiced for you. I can be so perfect. I’ll fuck you right.” He insists, dropping to his knees in front of you. He probably gets a lovely view of your skirt and the stockings criss-crossing your thighs, but the rush of warmth that creeps under your skin feels good. The attention is delicious and the risk is high, but the thought of getting Jo’s mouth on you already has you wet.

His hands are hovering above your thighs, hesitant in the way they tremble.

“And I’m sorry if I misread your intentions, but you drive me crazy. You’re always flirting with me. Calling me cute names, pulling at my tie, writing little hearts on the class notes I give you,” He sounds so sweet and desperate, almost whining as he lists all the ways you’ve been torturing him. Music to your ears.

You can’t help but smile. You didn’t think he’d be so forward with his little outburst, but you have to admit you’ve been having fun teasing him over the last few months. It’s a little mean, really, but he’s such an easy target. A little flash of cleavage here and there and now he’s at your feet, begging for pussy. This little bad habit of playing with your food has finally paid off. Jo won’t look away, voice soft and eyes misty. He’s hard in his slacks but he refuses to let it show, pulling his hoodie over the bulge. You’re flattered. It’s working.

“Then show me.”

He tilts his head, humming. “Show you what?”

“What you’ve been… Practicing.” You lift one side of your skort with your pinkie, leaning back to invite Jo even closer. The fabric rises until your pretty pussy is on display, making him stutter.

“I knew you were gorgeous everywhere. I dreamed about this, you know.” He wastes no time burying himself between your legs, kissing up the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

“Yeah?” You sigh, snaking a hand between the loose strands of his hair. You’re torn between telling him what to do and letting him go crazy, and honestly? You’ve been doing all the work so far. He can afford to work for it some more. His lips nip at your thighs, almost leaving marks.

“No biting, Jo.” You tug his head back, a solid warning. He takes it with a giddy smile and a bitten off moan.

“Sorry.” He gets back to work with a clumsy smile, lips grazing the skin above your clit to tease you a bit.

“This is just a trial, by the way.” You remember to throw the threat out there before you get too lost in the pressure of his mouth, determined to make him scramble even more.

“A trial?” He keeps his mouth flush against your skin while he speaks, sending sweet vibrations against your core.

“Mmmhm.” You hook a leg over his shoulder, heel digging into his back as encouragement. “A trial.”

He seems confused, mouth hanging open. He looks so stupid like this, but it only makes you wetter. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, baby. You’re not fucking me today. I Just want to see if you’re really worth it.” You coo, stroking his cheek. Jo leans into your hand, frowning as his mouth waters. You’re right there, wet cunt just inches from his tongue, holding him by the hair because he’s too eager.

“Okay. Anything, whatever you want.” He’s so pliant it makes you giddy, so you reward him by letting go. He’s on you in seconds, drooling over himself to eat you out. He keeps his eyes trained on you as his tongue flicks everywhere he can reach, jaw working overtime to make sure your clit never goes untouched.

You gasp and sink against his soft lips, head thudding on the wall behind you. “Oh fuuuck.”

Jo’s messy with it, moaning, humming, licking broad strokes over the dripping folds of your cunt and sucking your pussy clean after them. His chin is dripping with your slick in no time as he laps up into you like a starved man, eyes rolling shut with glee.

“That’s it, good job–!” You stop trying to speak, overwhelmed with the sheer strength of his tongue. You hate to admit it, but the way your thighs tremble are a dead giveaway: He’s good. He’s better than you had hoped, actually. He’s fucking his tongue inside you before you have time to react, completely lost in it.

He’s torn between reminding you to be quiet and wanting everyone to hear how good he’s making you feel, how sweet you sound when someone’s pleasing you– But he’s preoccupied with the way you clench around his tongue when his nose brushes your clit just right.

You’re so close it hurts, burning the edge between need and satisfaction, clinging onto anything you can find. The snickering outside the door becomes white noise as Jo slips his index inside you, long finger finding the lovely button that pushes you past your limit.

“M’gonna, you’re gonna make me come-!”

Jo stays glued there like he’s getting paid, moaning into you as you drench his entire face.

You just came but he needs to keeps going, needs to make you feel good, needs to feel your body shake thanks to him and his hard work. He needs it more than he needs to come, even, but he can’t resist rutting against your leg in the heat of the moment. You’re too gone to notice at first, reeling from the damage of your orgasm, but then he starts panting against you. You look down to feel him humping your shin, indiscreet and greedy.

“Are you- Are you getting off, Jo?” You glare at him to the best of your ability, voice tampering off into a moan when he sucks on your soaked clit even harder.

“Ah, feels too good, don't make me stop, y/n, please,” He cuts you off, unapologetic as every rub against your leg brings him closer. He gets sloppy, drooling all over you in hopes of distracting you from his humping.

“You silly thing.” You slap him, a harsh thing that shocks him off his rhythm. You push him back with the bottom of your heel pressed against his chest, disappointed.

“Did I say you could come?” Your thighs are sticky with your own release and his face isn’t looking any better, covered in you.

“But I-” He tries to keep at it, desperately reaching for his retreating orgasm. There are tears welling up in his eyes when he looks up at you again, shame prickling at the bottom of his throat. He’s so fucking cute.

“How are you gonna fuck me if you can’t ask me for permission? Hmm?” You don’t give him the luxury. You bend down to his level, depriving him of your leg, just to prove a point.

“I thought it was okay.” Jo blinks away the tears but they only fall faster, making his eyes shine all pretty. He bites his lip with remorse, tasting you on his tongue to stop himself from crying.

“You don’t have that privilege. Whatever I say goes. Got it? Now go.” You nod your head towards the door, and for a moment he thinks you’re joking.

Jo’s hands run up your waist, pleading. “Are you really gonna leave me like this?” He sniffles, absolutely crushed, the perfect picture of hopelessness between your legs. Your cunt twitches, because you’re a freak.

You smile, so aroused it makes you dizzy. Your hand grabs his face before he can react, gentle yet firm. “If you come right now you’re never going near this pussy ever again. Your choice, baby.”

Jo whines, fat tears rolling down his rosy cheeks. His ears are burning and his jaw aches, he’s so hard it hurts– But he’s a good boy. He won’t risk it. He nods, straining against your hand.

“I’m gonna go now. I’ll go. But please call me.”

You give him a stare that has him wobbling off his feet in seconds, quickly wiping his tears and covering his crotch. Jo looks at you, hopeful and hornier than ever, starry-eyed at the idea of seeing you again.

You wipe the tears off his cheeks and lick them off your thumb, unbothered. He shivers, looking like he’s about to start begging again.

You rattle the door handle to inform whoever is outside that you’re done, and you turn to him as you’re lowering your skirt.

“I’ll call you.”

[eyesforfuma]

Perv Yuma who loves to touch your ass and boobs no matter if you are shopping, with your friends, If he sees the opportunity, he'll take it😵‍💫

hi anon!!

i love love my fellow perv!yuma enthusiasts so much<3

and how he loves when you wear a short skirt for easier access when you are out, he just cant help grabbing a handful of your ass and spanking it from time to time ugh

he is the type of guy to give you back hugs in public constantly, making sure he presses himself as close to you as possible, maybe even whispering some nasty things uggghhhh

"you are driving me insane, you have no idea how divine your ass looks in that skirt"

[eyesforfuma]

fuma getting off on reader marking him PLS🧎‍♀️

hi anon!!

omg this is such a yummy thought...

fuma is soooo sensitive and he loves it when you take full control over him, he would lay in bed craving your touch and letting you play with him

his chest already rising and falling in such a rhythmic way, waiting for you to touch him, mark him up, claim every single part of his body:((

there is no need for you to touch his already aching cock, just the way you run your hands through his bare skin is enough, fuma would close his eyes, trying so hard not to let his embarrassing whimpers leave his pretty lips but he is craving it, craving for you to mark him so he begs for it

"please, i need it, i need you" taking a moment to look at you with his big begging eyes and a small pout, grabbing your hands to touch him where he likes it the most, his thighs

gosh, his thighs are the most sensitive part of his body and he loves it when you kiss them, always making sure to leave those pretty marks he secretly looks at on the mirror when he thinks you are not watching

while you are busy creating pretty love patterns all over his thighs you run your hands through his stomach and chest, teasing his nipples, making him feel wanted

he is usually loud and groany but he is good at hiding his sounds whenever he feels vulnerable

"come on baby, don't feel shy, let me hear your pretty sounds", that's it, that's all he needed for his pretty moans to start resonating all over the room, such sweet sounds just from your touch

he starts slowly rolling his hips up while he grabs your wrists for support, whispering your name every chance he gets, every time you look up at him you can see how close he is getting, his pre cum already dripping from his tip

"i- i feel like im close, please don't stop" he says as he tilts his head back, arching his back, his thrusting becomes more careless and desperate, his sounds become louder and he is breathing in such a shaky and uncontrollable way

you make sure to suck and mark him harder as he is reaching his climax, working your way up his thighs as close to his cock as possible, letting out small moans and whimpers just to tease fuma

and there he is, finishing all over his stomach, his grip getting tighter around your hands, he cannot stop moaning your name, groaning at how good you made him feel, feeling a bit shy about what just happened but would ask you to repeat it over and over again:(

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fuzzy - koga yudai 𓈒ིུ ❤︎ ˖ ݁

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“In which sweet, shy reader tries to take the lead with her very dominant boyfriend for the first time.”

⁺ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❤︎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ⊹　₊ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ͏͏✧ content: +18MDNI

fem! reader x k, not entirely sub! k but she tries to take the lead, usage of handcuffs, handjob, edging, overstimulation, dirty talking.

Trying to take the lead for the first time with your very dominant, bossy boyfriend Yudai wasn’t easy, all he had to do was put a hand on your waist, or whisper in that deep, quiet voice of his, and you’d go soft instantly. but when you were scrolling through the internet and saw those pink, fuzzy handcuffs, the idea came to your mind. You bought them in a second, with his credit card. Told yourself it was just a fantasy.

But now he’s already cuffed, the pink, fuzzy restraints snug around his wrists, stretched out against your pastel headboard like a dream. His chest rises slow and steady, but there’s a tightness in it, he’s holding himself back. You are straddling him, panties already soaked through, hands resting gently on his bare chest. You’re still breathing too fast, thighs a little shaky, and your cheeks are flushed because you’ve never done this before. He was always in charge.

Yudai’s watching you carefully, his dark eyes locked on every little movement you make. He hasn’t said anything since you cuffed him. Just that quiet, knowing smirk, he’s just waiting to see how far you’ll go.

You shift slightly in his lap, feeling how hard he is beneath you. It makes you gasp softly, and you swear you see his jaw clench at the sound. You look down, brushing with your fingers along his stomach, the hard lines of his abs.

“I… I want to touch you,” you whisper.

Yudai chuckles softly.

“Then touch me, babydoll. I’m all yours now”

Your hand trails lower, caressing against the waistband of his sweats. You fumble a little, and he lifts his hips just enough to help you pull them down. His cock springs free, hard, flushed, veiny and leaking precum already, and your breath shakes, he’s so big too, your hand looks tiny in comparisson. He looks wrecked already.

“You’re…” your voice falters, but you press on. “You’re so… hard. Already.”

He exhales sharply through his nose, arms flexing slightly against the cuffs.

“Keep talking, babygirl”

Your face burns, you’re so embarrassed, don’t really know what to say, you’re just copying what he says to you when he whispers how wet you are.

“I… I don’t really know what should i say.”

“Say anything,” he murmurs, his voice soft but shaking a bit in need and desperation. “Say what you’re thinking.”

You swallow, keeping your eyes fixed on your hand as it wraps gently around him. You stroke slowly, uncertainly, your grip a little shaky.

“You’re… you’re hard because of me, aren’t you?”

He groans, head pressing back against the pillow.

“Yes. Fuck, yes, just for you, baby.”

Your hand moves a little faster, and his hips jerk helplessly beneath you. He moans, deep and strained, and it shocks you how much power that sound gives you.

“You… you like it when I say stuff?” you ask softly, still shy.

He looks up at you, eyes completely glassed over.

“Baby, I like everything you do. But yeah. That sweet, shaky voice trying to sound mean? It’s fucking ruining me.”

You smile, nervously, but proud.

“Good.” then, a little more quiet “I want to make you come. Just from my hand.”

“Fuck.” He’s panting now. “You will.”

Your thumb brushes over the tip, and he twitches in your grip. His arms pull tight against the cuffs again.

“You’re not allowed to come until I say so,” you try, the words soft, tentative.

He groans like you just slapped him.

“Say that again.”

Your lips twitch, unsure if you’re doing it right, but you try again anyway.

“Y-You’re not allowed to… to come until I say.”

“You’re perfect,” he grits out, hips twitching, “fuck—keep going, don’t stop.”

You keep stroking him, a little faster, a little firmer, still blushing furiously every time he moans. You don’t know what you’re doing exactly. But the way he looks, the way his body tenses and his voice breaks just from your touch, tells you that he’s enjoying it just as much as yourself. You can feel how close he is. His cock is throbbing in your hand, leaking over your fingers, his thighs trembling. He keeps murmuring your name under his breath.

“I… I think you’re gonna come soon,” you whisper, breathless.

His jaw clenches.

“Yeah, baby. I’m close. Just a little more—please—”

But then something wicked flickers inside you. A tiny voice that says wait. What if you stopped? Just to see what happens? You slow your hand to a stop, just resting it around the base of him.

Yudai chokes on a sound, half groan, half gasp.

“Fuck,” he growls.

You giggle, nervously, still unsure, but a little thrilled.

“But I didn’t say you could come.”

He lifts his head again, looking at you with something that looked like awe. Wrecked, needy awe. His face was red, sweat starting to acumulate in his forehead and sticking his hair to it.

“Baby, you’re fucking evil.”

You smile shyly, fingers tracing down his stomach.

“You like it?”

He lets out a low laugh, ragged and breathless.

“I love it. You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.”

You start stroking him again, slow, torturously slow. Enough to keep him right on the edge, not enough to push him over. He whimpers, it’s the first time you’ve heard a sound like this come out of him. His hands clench into fists against the cuffs, and his thighs are trembling now, barely able to stay still.

“Please,” he breathes. “I need it.”

Your voice is still trembling, but you try.

“Not yet.”

He bucks his hips and you pull your hand away completely.

Yudai whines.

“You’re killing me,” he pants, eyes fluttering. “You’re so fucking mean like this.”

You shift in his lap, soaking the cotton of your panties, high off the power even though your heart’s pounding.

“I just want to watch you squirm,” you say, and it comes out soft, unsure, but still devastating.

You wrap your hand around him again, stroking just slow enough to make his whole body twitch beneath you. His cock is rock-hard, flushed and glistening with precum, and every time you squeeze him just right, his hips buck off the bed. But you’re watching him closely, waiting for that moment his breath catches, for his thighs to tense, for his head to tip back…

You stop.

“Fuck—” he chokes, wrists tugging at the cuffs hard. “Baby”

You sit a little straighter on his lap, trying your best to look stern. You clear your throat softly.

“You… you didn’t ask permission.”

Yudai looks up at you like he’s about to lose his mind.

“Oh my God. Are you trying to use my lines right now?”

Your face burns instantly.

“W-Well… you say it to me all the time…” You try again, voice wobbling but determined. “Be good and wait. You’re not allowed to come until I say so.”

His cock twitches violently in your hand at that, and he curses under his breath.

“Jesus Christ. That’s so fucking hot.”

You stroke him again, firm, slow, steady, until he’s gasping and twitching, his whole body tensing under you. He’s right there, barely hanging on, and you can feel the moment it builds too much.

You stop again.

He lets out the most desperate noise you’ve ever heard from him.

“F—Fuck babygirl, i can’t…”

You bite your lip and stroke him again, a little faster this time. He groans, head tipping back, hips jerking. You can feel how close he is, he’s been right on the edge for what feels like forever. You could let him go.

But instead, you stop again.

“Baby—!” he gasps.

You tilt your head, mimicking the way he looks at you when you’re the one whining.

“Did I say you could come?”

His head falls back onto the pillow, a ragged, half-hysterical laugh breaking from his throat.

“You’re such a brat right now.”

“I’m just trying to be like you,” you whisper sweetly.

He groans.

“Then you’ve learned way too well.”

You reach between his thighs again, barely grazing your fingers over his soaked, aching cock. He twitches violently.

“Please,” he murmurs, voice finally cracking. “Please, sweetheart. I can’t take it.”

Your heart flutters at the way he says it, his voice isn’t cocky anymore, is filled with need and desperation. His wrists pull weakly at the cuffs now, his muscles trembling, his lips parted in soft, ragged gasps. His cock is angry-red and soaked with precum, twitching against his stomach. His abs clench every time your fingertips so much as graze him. And his eyes are glassy, heavy-lidded, unfocused.

Yudai blinks up at you, and even like this, completely undone, there’s still nothing but affection in his eyes.

“You wanted to take control,” he murmurs. “And you did. So good, baby. So fucking good. But please, i need to come— please”

slowly, you wrap your hand around him one more time. This time, no teasing. No pause. Just slow, sure strokes from base to tip, your thumb swiping gently over the head where he’s leaking, so sensitive he’s nearly convulsing.

“Come for me,” you whisper.

He chokes on a sound and you stroke him a little faster now, your thighs squeezing around his hips as he starts to writhe beneath you, his chest heaving, breath ragged.

“Please,” he gasps, “please, baby, I—fuck, please—”

“It’s okay,” you say gently, leaning over to press a kiss to his flushed cheek. “You can come now. You were so good.”

His whole body tenses violently beneath you, hips jerking up once, twice, and then he’s coming with a guttural moan, thick ropes spilling across his stomach and your hand as his thighs tremble uncontrollably. He makes the softest sound, half sob, half groan, as it washes over him, his arms shaking in the cuffs.

You stroke him through it, softer now, until he’s twitching and panting and completely spent. When it’s over, he goes still beneath you, chest rising and falling like he’s just run a marathon.

You stay straddled over him, breathless, staring down at the mess and the wrecked look on his face.

“Yudai?” you whisper.

He blinks up at you, eyes hazy, lips curled in the smallest smile.

“Holy shit.”

You laugh softly, leaning down to kiss him.

“Too much?”

“No,” he breathes. “Perfect. Ruined me.”

You blush, shy all over again.

“I should uncuff you now”

He grins, voice still shook.

“Yeah. But when I get my hands back, you’re not walking tomorrow.”

It was fun, you enjoyed it, but when the next morning you could barely get out of bed, thighs shaking and aching because of him, you realised that definetely, you preferred much more when he was in charge.

[eyesforfuma]

Wait now I'm curious on that nasty Yuma thoughts😩

hi anon!!

omg only because im on my yuma feels, yuma is naaaasty and mean... just small silly thoughts... (if you are not into nasty mean dom!yuma don't read)

yuma is so pervy and nasty in such an inexperienced way like he would do things without even thinking they are nasty or mean such as fucking you over and over again even after you have finished multiple times, he just doesn't pull out

having you finish all over him while he tries his best not to come lasts for a while, he really doesn't care about your cries or already twitching aching body, he would keep fucking you until he feels like it...

"its like you were made specially for my cock, you are so lucky you get to be mine and i get to fuck you, aren't you? my sweet little thing"

he looooves sweaty sex and i dont make the rules, the heat and sweat from your body really gets him going

oddly enough he is really into missionary, loves the sight of you laying down to take him however he wants, making it harder for you to move since he is on top of you, being able to choke and manhandle you whenever he feels like it

rather that choking you while he fucks you he loves doing it when you are coming, something about seeing you struggling to focus on what's happening makes him even harder

he really loves filling you up in every way he can so spitting in your mouth is such a kink for him!!

"open up, let me fill that pretty mouth of yours" "you like this, don't you? being used like this only by me, say it, say thank you"

kisses are so sloppy with yuma, always leaving you breathless, he loves swirling his tongue inside your mouth and all over your lips, leaving you all covered up with spit, he just loves the sight of your face and lips all glazed from his fluids

once he is done he would fuck his load back into you and would stare at how it drips for a while (he would take the best care of you tho!!)

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i swear I SWEAR im trying my hardest to not say something THAT nasty...

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random 3some &t thoughts ୨୧

which member would they choose for a threesome and how would they handle them? ⟡ 97-02z liners

-disclaimer : nsfw smut small scenarios (more of what would happen rather than a specific scenario), +18, memberxreaderxmember, mxm, non-proofread

౨ৎ kei

He literally would choose any member since he pretty much knows what every single member likes and feels comfortable with himself.

🖇️ kei x fuma (fuma being less dominant) even though fuma is a dominant person kei would like to take control over the situation and would enjoy for fuma to take advantage of the threesome (mainly letting fuma assert his dominance with the third person involved), not meaning he would just watch, but he wouldnt let fuma manhandle him as he is bigger than him, maybe double penetration from them as they cannot wait to take a turn and they would pretty much enjoy feeling themselves close to each other, kei would also love for you to suck him off or his fingers while fuma is busy fucking you. 🖇️ kei x nicho nicho strives to appear a dominant person but seeing kei so confident would make him realize he is not the one in control, most of the time he would follow kei's directions but after a while he loses focus and doesn't listen to him as much, kei doesn't mind as he knows how nicho is enjoying himself, kei would like to help nicho be more comfortable so he would tease him or caress his upper body just for him to feel kei's warm touch, wouldn't mind if they were taking turns, he would prefer for nicho to have the first turn and then fuck you like crazy until you are pretty blacked out, kei would take care of you both 🖇️ kei x euijoo euijoo is getting the princess treatment he deserves, kei would love to ruin both of you, get you all worked up, he is a touchy guy so he would run both of his hands through euijoo's body as well as yours , maybe even jerking him off as he loves the image of euijoo not being able to do much, you would ride euijoo as kei enjoys the scene, hands going back and forth between your mouth and euijoo's, teasing his nipples and pushing you both as close as he can, kissing you every time you pull apart from euijoo while he pulls his hair, this scenario could call for double penetration as well as he knows euijoo gets overstimulated just by thinking about it, kei would be taking care of both of you once he is done ౨ৎ fuma

His choice would be between euijoo and kei but if he had to pick one he would most likely choose kei

𝜗𝜚 Fuma x Kei (kei being more on the submissive side)

fuma would pretty much manhandle both of you, even though kei is taller fuma is thicker and stronger in other ways, fuma would tie your hands with a pretty ribbon he keeps for this kind of occasions, hands behind kei's back and hands in the front for you, this way you can still please them, he would probably remain fully clothed for most of the time, resting on the headboard sitting kei in-between his legs while he watches you stroke kei's cock with both hands and kiss him, leaving him whimpering and begging for you to ride him, when the time is right, fuma will gently let kei rest on the headboard while he gently carries you right on top of kei's pulsating cock, slamming you up and down for his own amusement, letting you go only to unbuckle his pants to start pleasing himself, watching from behind how desperately you fuck kei, fuma is not the one to talk a lot but enjoys hearing both of your moans and whimpers resonate across the room, he would grab your hips only to position yourself right above his dick, not letting you ride him yet, him still facing kei while he caress your back, you feel his wet tip teasing you only for him to thrust into you balls deep letting kei enjoy your pretty fucked face, kei kneels in front of you just to kiss your moans away, at times taking a glance behind your back locking eyes with fuma (yummy) fuma slams you down on the bed to fuck you from behind, while he thrusts deeper each time while you have kei's cock hitting the back of your throat, fuma has the perfect timing and all of you finish at the same time only before going for multiple rounds

౨ৎ nicho

Would most likely choose euijoo as his partner for a threesome, no doubt and to no ones surprise

౨ৎ nicho x euijoo

oh he just wanted an excuse to please his favorite person, nicho knows how much of a submissive person euijoo is and loves to take advantage of it sometimes. while nicho is not necessarily a dom he knows someone needs to take control, euijoo loves taking notes and would first let nicho fuck you softly, nicho wants this moment to last forever so every time he gets a chance he tells euijoo to kiss you (or him), oh he can definitely take care of you both but at times would lose focus since he is so mesmerized at how beautiful you and euijoo look kissing and touching each other, nicho isn't against the idea of touching euijoo so he does time to time, in a more of a loving/caring way, they would giggle from time to time given the situation but enjoy it as much as they can, nicho would gently kiss euijoo's back, shoulder or head while you enjoy your time fucking him, you would never mind how close they look from each other and just appreciate how they both let you please yourself using them and touching them as much as you want, they love taking turns and avoid as much as they can interrupting to make sure it is more of an intimate moment between you and whoever is fucking you at the time, every time it is euijoo's turn to please you or fuck you nicho just moves to a side pleasing himself, they pretty much don't know about after care so you all just lay in bed while caressing each other

(づ_ど) euijoo is everyone's princess so he would go with any member who choses him therefore the other scenarios

[eyesforfuma]

this is me every time i read a smut piece where fuma acts in a way too mean degrading manner, spare my kind soul from all of that

[eyesforfuma]

SHOW ME || M.FUMA

you seem to he distant to your boyfriend. why is that? turns out you are just sexually frustrated and want nothing more than fuma.

❕ warning : smut, jealous fuma, IN HEATTT reader lmao, dom!fuma, teasing, unprotected sex, tears, curses, breeding,throat fucking.

wc : 4.6k

as always,

enjoy!♡

Fuma wasn’t typically the jealous type. He swore that jealousy is based on uncertainty in a relationship. Not trusting each other and not being loyal to feelings. He knows jealousy is eating the person alive when it happens, tearing the inside apart and overthinking every little thing that happens to their partner right in front of their eyes. And how does he know that if he’s not the jealous type? Well, it happened now. He just can’t help the boiling feeling building up inside him, it feels like someone is pouring lava down his throat to let his inside burn to ashes and cough if all up. Although as he’s watching you chatting and laughing with his band members he feels that everything would be better than this. Seeing your hands grasping into Taki’s shirt to balance yourself so you won’t fall flat on the face as you’re laughing at something he said, or when you walk with Nicholas to the company’s cafeteria gossiping about something Fuma deadly wants to know all of the sudden. 

Now, socializing and being in a good friendship with his friends wouldn’t be a problem, but see, you’ve been avoiding Fuma for days now. He randomly woke up one day and there you were, already up and ready for work, kissing him goodbye on his forehead without saying another word, leaving him in the bed confused. 

At first, he was just sulky about you ignoring him, it wasn’t straight up ignoring but rather being shy around him and avoiding his gaze whenever he went close to you. Naturally, Fuma didn’t know what was the problem. He thought about your monthly cycle happening, understanding immediately if you want space. But that wasn’t the case because Fuma follows our cycle on his phone, and you just got out of it. So what was the problem? It hadn’t been that long since you two started dating, maybe you already started having second-thoughts? These thoughts filled his head all the time, not understanding why you are hanging out with everyone but him. And then after a while, it drove him crazy. Looking at you from a distance because he couldn’t be next to you, just watching you enjoy yourself while here he was, suffering from missing you.Missing your voice and hugs, telling him you missed him. 

It drove him crazy.

So crazy that even Kei noticed his change in behavior. Eventually, Fuma told him what has been happening between you two, and how clueless he is. Kei had some ideas what was the problem, but he rather kept it to himself. He's a very good friend to you, but to Fuma too. He hears both sides of the story, chuckling to himself that you two can’t seem to find the solution for this problem. But he knows his friends, so when Fuma tells him his sorrows he just pats him on the shoulder and says, “Honestly, just go and talk to her. She’s your girlfriend for a reason.” with a small chuckle and leaves him in the practice room. 

So on that same day,he sees you waiting in line in the downstairs cafeteria. He stops in his tracks so he can compose himself. Should he really go up to you all of the sudden? Hell, he’s your boyfriend, he can do whatever he wants. He wants to let you know how he feels about this whole situation and how bad he wants to solve it, but then he follows your figure walking towards Nicholas who seems like is waiting for you out of the line. You pass Nicholas his coffee,giving him a warm smile as you both agree on going back to practice. 

If looks could kill, Fuma would massacre everyone in the downstairs lobby. 

He’s not angry, he could never be at you, but rather frustrated at the timings. Something always seems to come between you two, and he can’t bring himself to break the smile on your face when you are having fun with friends. 

And he can’t say anything either when he sees you playing with something on the phone with Yuma, laughing and nudging each other whenever someone misses a move. Practice is over, and Yuma usually asks for your company so he can play with someone in the dorms. And to Fuma’s luck, today is just the day. When he walks in the living room, he sees the two of you shouting over something that you find unfair, Yuma defending himself that you just saw it badly. Fuma doesn’t say anything, but marches in the kitchen to look for something to eat away the sulkiness.  

“Are you crazy? It’s been hours and you still think I’m a cheater?” Yuma complains, throwing his body back on the sofa with unbelief as he looks at you with wide eyes. 

“There must be something wrong with my controller.” You examine the object in your hands, knowing perfectly that it’s working smoothly, you're just not that good in the game. You know it, and he knows it too. Hell, everybody knows it, even if they are in a different dorm. Fuma would be the one who usually pulls you away from the bickering and stops the game so you can rest, but not now. And you wish he would the moment he comes home, not surprised by your presence. Only giving you a kiss on the forehead before he leaves the two of you to the game and bickering. It leaves a bittersweet taste in your mouth. Almost wanting to throw up from the guilt of ignoring him, only a snap away from actually walking up to him and telling him everything. 

“Find a better reason next time.” Yuma comments, chuckling at your ‘offended’ state before he stars another round. 

“Hey! I wanted to go get a drink before starting again!” You shriek, looking at the screen in disbelief but Yuma just shrugs you off. “Go, we both know I’ll win anyway.” 

At his comment you hit him with a pillow and you leave his maniac laugh behind as you march into the kitchen while shaking your head. The kitchen light is off, only the moon shining in through the window situated next to the fridge as you open it, looking for the designated drink you want. 

“Having fun out there?” 

A voice says somewhere behind you, making you yelp out and almost hitting your head in the fridge. The drink in your hand falls to the ground, rolling all the way to the voice’s feet, making you look up at the figure as you try to calm your breathing. 

“Shit, you scared me Fuma.” 

He can’t help but slightly arch an eyebrow, not expecting to hear you call him by his name. You don’t usually calm him by many pet names, but a baby or a honey always slips out. He sees you fidgeting with your fingers as you close the fridge door behind you, almost melting into the metal door so you won’t be close to him. But he doesn’t give a fuck. 

He had enough. 

He grabs the bottle in his hands, rotating in between them a few times before he drags his eyes up to yours. A shiver runs down your spine as he looks at you with narrowed eyes, his warm gaze he usually gives you now nowhere to be seen but you understand. You are giving him a hard time, but this isn’t how you wanted to talk things out. No. 

But as you scan your eyes all over Fuma, you nervously swallow and take another step back to fully lean on the fridge. And he takes the advantage to step closer to you, only a step away from you. Fuma feels his blood boil again at your behavior, but at the same time he sees that there’s still something bothering you. 

“You didn’t answer me.” He rasps in a low voice, his eyes focused on you only, taking in your posture and reactions. You can’t help but bite down your bottom lip, not being able to see him fully makes you slightly frustrated. “N..no. Yuma and I are…bickering again, I guess.” You answer him, not sure what he wanted to hear. He always leaves you alone when you are hanging out with one of the members, not really interfering into anything you got going on but now? You wish he would. You wish he would tell you like other times that you should stop playing games and eat something. You wish he would realize what you’ve been wanting all along. 

Fuma nods slowly, stepping closer to you again until his chest is only a few inches away from yours.You can practically feel his warm breath fanning your face, his chest brushing against yours, equaling you even brighter red. At this closeness you look up at him, but then you immediately feel your cheeks heat up and you rather look away somewhere behind him. He hums at your reaction and lets a small smirk decorate his face before grabbing your chin to face him again, your eyes now boring into his. “Then are you ready to spend time with me now, baby?” 

Your heart almost stops as this never happened between the two of you before, of course you are close and you’ve done touching things before, but this tension  is something else now. And this is exactly what you’ve been waiting for. You can’t read Fuma’s mind, but as he leads you to his bedroom you just wish he feels the same way and he thinks the same thing just as you. His body in front of you almost makes you run out of the house, lacing your fingers with his while walking towards his room. Yuma in the living room didn’t even question where you are going, used to the fact that Fuma often drags you away when you two stay up late playing. But this isn’t about that. Not now. 

Fuma opens his bedroom door, his usual detergent and freshener scent immediately hitting both of you, your stomach stirring up at the familiar feeling. When you step in you only wish you wouldn’t act so awkwardly, but you do. You just stand there at the end of the bed and watch Fuma carefully, seeing him moving towards his dresser and fishing out a new clean shirt to lay it down on his bed.

The one you love to wear.

After he’s done with that, he goes to the bathroom and brings out the fluffy socks you usually wear to bed,laying it down next to the shirt. At his actions your heart squeezes together, making you almost shed a tear at his thoughtfulness. But you pull yourself together and take a big breath. “Fuma, I feel like we should talk.” 

Fuma’s heart almost stops beating as you say those words. He thinks about all the excuses he thought about earlier today, second thoughts, he did something bad or you needed space. Nevertheless, he looks up at you and sits down on his bed calmly. Seeing his big eyes looking at you almost makes you kiss his pout away and forget that anything happened. Forgetting your selfish and filthy thoughts and live your best life with the best boyfriend. You mentally slap yourself and inch closer to him, standing only a step away from him. “I know I have been a little…distant.” You start slowly, your hands still fidgeting with each other. Fuma’s eyes are trained on you closely,watching your every move. “I just had a lot on my mind and I didn’t want to bore you with them.” There’s a shakiness in your voice but you try to push it down,licking your lips before continuing again. “I’m so sorry if I hurted you because of this.You probably hate me for this.” 

Fuma’s ears pick up the tone of your voice and immediately reach out for your hands, dragging you in between his legs and placing his big hands on your cheeks. “Darling, I’m not angry. I could never be angry at you, okay? I was just worried about you, that’s it.” His voice is soothing and calm, his prior nonchalant behavior nowhere to be seen as his worried side comes alive. He tries to calm you before you could freak out even more, his hands caressing your cheeks as he’s holding eye contact with you. “Do you want to talk about it? About what’s been on your mind?” 

The question is genuine, he just wants to help you and know what the problem is. He needs you to know that you can talk about anything with him, he’s certainly not the type who judges. And you should be nothing but grateful for him. That he cares for you this deeply. But the blood stops pumping inside you when you hear his question. Do you want to talk about it? You don’t know either. Should you really tell how badly you need him in other ways? He surely understands, he’s your boyfriend. 

“Well u..uhm..” 

He sees your hesitation and the way you hold yourself back, not finding the right words. “Baby, you don’t have to, I just want to understand what’s been going on in your mind, hmm?” His hands slide all the way down to your hips, keeping you in between his legs securely as he listens to your words. “I’m here for you, whatever it is..” He whispers as he presses a kiss on your hip bone, making you shiver again while trying to stay focused. “I know Fuma, but you know..” As he continues to busy himself with you, your fingers find his black hair to fidget with, your breathing still labored as you try to push away your thoughts. “I was just thinking about that we’ve been together for a while now..” 

“Mhmm.” He hums agreeingly, taking one of your hands to his lips and kissing your knuckles the same way he did on your hip bone. 

“....and I was thinking about maybe, maybe...taking our, well, love life a step further?” 

Fuma stops in his tracks as those words leave your mouth, his heart beating so fast that he might think he passes out. You sound so insecure and unsure what you want that he wants you to just gather in his arms and kiss all the problems away. A hundred thoughts go through his head, trying to find the right words so he can calm you down. But it’s in no use, because the minute he looks up into your eyes he sees something else. Something glinting in your eyes, darker and something he never saw this deep before. 

Lust and hunger.

And this way, everything makes sense now.

His lips softly stop on your knuckles, and you stop too, almost forgetting how to breathe when you see him sigh slowly and putting his forehead on your stomach. You swear you hear him grunt softly when your hand slides down to his cheek, trying to see if you didn’t step over a line. “Fuma...please say something.” You mumble out, your fingers continuously caressing his cheek and trying to make him look at you again, but he keeps his head hung low as his hands are getting tighter on your hips. As you feel him sigh again you swallow hard, fearing that your relationship lasted this long. 

“F…fuma, if I overstepped something-”

“I’m…I need you to tell me what you mean by that.” He cuts you off as he takes a breath, looking at you suddenly with lustful eyes, his breathing labored all of the sudden. “Talk to me.” He adds, almost saying it like a pleading. You can visibly see how your words affected him, his change of behavior visible as he takes turns into a more serious mood. His chest is heaving up and down just as yours, your thoughts of actually having Fuma in other ways excites you even more, hopeful wishes overfilling you as you keep eye contact with him. 

With a sudden rush of braveness, you squat down between his legs, your hands still holding his cheeks to keep his eyes on you. Fuma’s eyes slightly widen as he sees you on your knees, your eyes blinking up at him with lust. “I missed you so much, Fuma. And I think you missed me too, right?” You tilt your head to the side a little bit, seeing his wheels turning in his head as you wait for his answer. One of his hands slides on top of yours and squeezes it, momentarily closing his eyes as he answers you. “Y/N…” He says warningly as he takes a breath, opening his eyes and finding yours immediately. “You know well how much I missed you.” 

“Then let me show you instead what has been going on in my mind.” 

With stable breathing, you pull off his sweats he was wearing to practice and try to swallow down the nervous lump in your throat, watching Fuma’s reaction when you fish him out of his boxers. With slightly trembling hands, your pointer finger circles around his pink tip as he sucks in a breath, his cock almost jumping at your touch. When you don’t hear any uncomfortable sound, you continue your work, your fingers smearing the precum on his cock as he leans back slightly. Your hand fully wraps around his length, testing the waters as you kitty lick his cock as his eyes are transfixed on you, growing darker by the seconds. Without another word, you take him into your mouth, your warmness immediately firing up his body as you lick and suck his length with eagerness.He lets out a sigh at your contact, his head falling forward as he watches your every move with narrowed eyes. 

“Is this what you wanted all along? My cock in your beautiful mouth,hmm?” He grunts, his hand slowly sneaking into your hair as a sign of courage to continue. With steady breathing you try to have a rhythm as you take him deeper in your mouth,swirling your tongue around his tip and veins running down his shaft. The feeling of his heavy member pushing down your tongue makes you moan out, his bittersweet taste filling your mouth. 

“Then suck it like a good girl you are.” 

Your eyes nearly roll back from the sudden nickname,your thighs squeezing together uncontrollably as you try to ease the throbbing pain between your legs. 

Your hands jerk the rest of the length you couldn’t fit in your mouth, occasionally squeezing it while hollowing your cheeks around his cock simultaneously. Fuma visibly tries to hold himself back as his hands are softly stroking your hair to the side, exposing your neck as he lovingly looks down at you with lust filled eyes. His mouth only lets out a few subtle sounds, making you almost whine out at the lack of response you’re getting from him. It makes your blood boil slightly, even when you finally have his cock where you wanted it for so long, you can’t help but feel annoyed. 

“Don’t hold yourself back, Fuma. Please..” You whisper while catching your breath between licks, his head suddenly rolling back as he hears your whiny and raspy voice calling out for him. It takes everything in him not to grab you and throw you on the bed, making you cry out his name until he sees you cry from pleasure. 

“I see that look in your eyes, baby. Just let it out.” 

You can literally hear Fuma sigh before feeling his hand tighten around your hair slightly,making you freeze in your spot as you take your eyes up to him again.Fuma’s gaze is directly on you, looking down at your lips still coated with the mix of his precum and saliva only makes him want to lose control now. And that's exactly what he will do. He lets go of your hair, letting out a deep sigh as he keeps eye contact with you. 

“Put your hands behind your back.” He mumbles lowly, his eyes trained only on you and your actions as he waits for you to obey him. The air around you thickens as you swallow hard, your body moving on its own like his words are magic. Your heartbeat quickens up as his sharpened words soak in under your skin, breathing still labored and ragged as you slowly put your shaking hands behind your back just like he told you to do. He licks his lips, slowly standing up in front of you and towering over you with his height. It feels like a wet dream coming true, his tall form standing over you and looking down at your pathetic, needy body, waiting to get fucked. You squeeze your hand so hard that you probably cut circulation at this point as you watch Fuma grabbing his wet cock and stroke it a few times. He groans at the feeling, directing his tip to your puffy, waiting lips – tapping the head against your bottom lip like a test.  “Open it, baby.” He murmurs, pushing your lips apart with anticipation as he groans once again. You open them, slowly letting his length enter your mouth once again. 

And it’s inevitable. 

With one sudden, and harsh move he bottoms out inside your throat, feeling you gag around his cock at the unexpected rush. There’s an immediate line of tears coating your eyeline, trying to blink them away as you look up into his eyes. Your knees are aching, head swimming with the thought of only him. It’s a news side, a more possessive one which you don’t mind in one bit. The first roll of his hips has you whimpering under him, thighs pressing together. “Fuck.” The word slips through his gritted teeth, pushing his hair back with his other hand. 

He sees you trying to squirm away from his quick movements,stilling you with his hand in your hair. He caresses your cheek with one hand,watching you with a tight jaw. “Uh-uh, don’t run. You are mine now.” 

You hum around him, tongue flattening, jaw slacking and eyes locked on his like it’s the only place left. He groans - it’s raw, like it slips out before he could stop it. It takes everything for you to not grab his thighs with your hands, instead you hollow your cheeks and try to move in the rhythm he set up. 

“Sweetheart, you’ve been keeping yourself away from me – all this for what? So you can get fucked just how you deserve?” He hisses,hands twitching in your hair. You moan, sucking deeper as an answer. The vibration makes him jerk slightly forward, his other hand now finding the back of your neck. “You want all of it, right baby?” 

Even if you could have the time to answer, he’s long rolling his hips deeper down your throat, making you gag around his length with burning eyes and knees as you take him deeper. You take everything he’s giving you because you asked for it and swallow around him with a moan. He sinks so deep inside you that there's saliva spilling out around your mouth dropping on the floor. “Look at you – you were made for this.” 

He hisses as you reach a point under his tip, his grip tightening on your hair like he needs something to grasp into. He fucks into your mouth like it’s a punishment. He wants you to understand how much he missed you, how hard it was on him that you closed yourself out from his life. He makes sure to make you understand, he’s hungry for you. 

Your throat tightens, and it feels like a sign telling him you feel the same way. You moan and gag around him exactly how you wanted,clinging to his thighs now as you can’t feel your arms anymore. He moans – his hips jerking harder and messier, feeling your throat pulse around him. “Fucking hell,baby. You have me so deep –” 

You whimper around him loudly.

And the next thing you know, you feel his bittersweet taste filling your mouth as he curses, using your throat like it’s only a toy. He grabs your cheeks softly as he comes down your throat, thrusting deeper as he emptied himself inside you. Everything is sticky by the time he pulls completely away from your mouth,the mix of spit and arousal connecting to your swollen lips. He scans your face for any discomfort or disgust but all he can find is pure bliss sitting on your tears covered face. The way he’s looking at you is like he’s trying to engrave this moment into his head, wanting to remember this forever. 

“Look at you covered in spit and tears like you were made for this.” He’s back to caressing your cheeks again, his loving gaze engraving under your skin as he tilts your chin up towards him. But just when he wants to lean down to your level, he feels one of your hands grasping at his thigh greedily, looking up into his eyes like a small puppy. He smirks to himself, looking at you with narrowed eyes. “Filthy girl wants more, huh?” 

You nod shamelessly, clawing at his thighs at this point. 

“Say it baby. Tell me what you want.” 

A small whimper escapes you once again. “I-I want you… All of you..” 

He exhales,paying no mind to your weak explanation. “Want to start that again, sweetheart?” Says with a stern voice, his calloused hand sliding down to your sobbing throat. 

A small, frustrated sob breaks out from you, grasping into his hand as you look deeply into his eyes. “Please, Fuma. I need your cock. I need to feel you inside me, I need to show you how much I missed you.” 

And soon enough, Fuma’s delicate finger pulls down your pants along with your soaked panties,letting his eyes roam all over your body. When you spread out on his bed in front of him he hisses, taking your legs and opening with them with one shift motion. And what he sees, nearly makes him choke on his own words. You can hear him exhale loudly, kneeling on the bed as he grips your thighs with his hands, his eyes glued on your throbbing heat.“You wanted to play it this way huh? Let me watch you chat with everyone but me, leaving me out of everything?” He lets the words sink deep inside you while his finger teases your soft,clenching entrance. It makes you squirm – your body setting on fire once again at his simple touch. 

“Shit…this pretty pussy has been this needy for me?” He murmurs,taking one finger to spread your soaked folds to win out more sounds of you. All you can do is nod, throat still hoarse and raw from his previous actions. Your knees buckle when you feel his finger dip inside you slowly, soft circles leaving you wanting for more. Then another finger slips in – and that’s when you want to scream at this point. He plunges them in and out of your soaked hole, watching his own fingers disappear in your warm walls. “That’s it baby, clench down on them like it’s my cock.” 

He murmurs, keeping your thighs apart with his other hand as your body thrashes around his bed, chasing your own climax at his words. When his fingers pick up the pace, you feel the strange – but almost welcoming, familiar coil forming in your abdomen.You want to warn Fuma through short breaths and whimpers – but then he circles his thumb on your clit and that’s when you know that Fuma is practically forcing the release out of you. 

“Come on angel, I want to see you fall apart.” He coos, a smirk painting his face as he fucks you through your orgasm, coating his fingers with your sweet essence. You shift to see him better,trying to calm your breathing and heaving body down as you see him lifting his fingers up to his mouth and licking all your arousal off of them, one by one. The action alone could make you come again. But then he gently guides you back down, now his body pushing you back on his disheveled bed.  “We are not done yet,sweetheart.” He coos, kissing your shoulder softly as he opens your legs further away from each other. As you focus on his lips teasing your neck and trying to calm your still heaving body down, you feel his hand inching up to your shirt, pulling it up until your tits are exposed to the cold air in the room. He hums softly, his lips chasing your skin down towards your perky nipples.

And the next thing you know, is that he slips into you so easily, gripping your waist like he’s trying to grasp into anything so he won’t lose control over himself. His black hair tickles your stomach and breasts as he kisses your skin softly, groaning out in relief when he fully bottoms out. 

“F-Fuma, fuck!” You moan at the stretch, your fingers tangling in his hair as you try to grasp reality. 

“It’s alright baby, you’re taking it so good.” He groans against your skin, feeling our walls clamp down around him at his words. You can feel every vein, every pulse running through you, his tip poking your cervix as Fuma drives his hips back and forward again. It takes a while until he can finally bottom out, letting your walls mold around his length like a fitted glove. 

He has to bury his face in the crook of your neck by the time he starts moving, inhaling the sweet scent of your body wash as he continues to bully his cock into your soaked pussy. "Why's it bad if I want to keep you all to myself?" He's practically mumbling into your skin, his hips never seeming to stop rutting into you.The sudden confession has you curling your toes, remembering all those occasions when you wanted to make him jealous on purpose. To make him finally snap and show you everything he’s got. You moan, throwing your hands on his back, scratching your nails down the delicate skin as you feel more and more of his body. “Why is it so bad if I don’t want anyone else looking at you the same way as I do?” It’s theoretical now, the questions he’s asking. 

It’s always been him, his gaze that made you touch yourself under the covers when you were insecure about asking him. His name that you screamed all those nights. You want to tell all of this to him so bad, but not when your throat is raw from letting him fuck it over and over again until he coated it with his cum. Not when he has you caged under him, letting him use your body like he has been waiting for this.

So instead you lock your legs behind his back, keeping exactly where you want him. “Fuma please – p-please come inside me - nghn –” You whimper, reality setting in as you crave more of him. Craving something real from him.

And so those are the exact words that have him grunt and moan against your skin, his cock moving in and out of you at an impossible speed. He’s hunched over you, abs tightening and flexing with every sharp inhale of breath he takes. 

“I’m gonna fuck myself empty,angel. Until every drop of mine nestles deep inside you just like you deserve.” He glances up into your eyes, seeing your body tired from all the times he’s edged you since you stepped into his room. “Just a little longer,sweetheart.” 

“Gotta make sure your pussy knows who it belongs to.” 

And that is the way you showed each other what you’ve been missing out on. It was unconscious, but always there. The feeling and the tension that both of you needed to let go. To feel each other fully and wholeheartedly. You needed his release as much as he needed yours, now not letting it go, not settling for less.

But, even if you’re spent — you know that the night won’t be ending anytime soon. Not when Fuma finally has you in his arms.

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a/n : HAPPY FUMA DAYYYYY!!!!!!! finally posted on one of my biases bd lmao

important!: this is pure fiction, the act in this story is by my imagination and not based off true events. please do not copy the work.

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[eyesforfuma]

all 5 of them at the same time btw

[eyesforfuma]

Taki with an oral fixation.

OH FUCKKKKKKN YESSSSS

the t in takayama riki stands for “tit lover first human second” btw. he breaths in your scent at your sternum as he sucks on one of your nipples. swirling his tongue around it, pulling it with his teeth, smoothing it over with his lips, then letting go with an obscene ‘pop!’ … dirty amiright? he always giggles at your reactions since he’s not the type to just focus on just one tit. he’s a gentleman btw. his hand warms up the other nipple as he plays with it. he pinches, rolls, and thumbs it— he calls it “warming it up,” for him… fucking nasty he just likes your tits why does he need to have a process for it?!

[eyesforfuma]

oh, taki... you are begging to get ruined and you will be the death of me

taki, the biggest fan of pet play, always treating you like his master, asking you to play with his hair and caress his head, arms, legs and whole body while he is wearing his pretty collar...

[eyesforfuma]

𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒 (hard thought/hours)

𝖻𝖿!𝗒𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾-𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽, 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 (𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀), 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾!𝗒𝗎𝗆𝖺, 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾 & 𝖽𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗉𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺 (𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌), 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍/𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 (𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍), 𝗌𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒/𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿-𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗎𝖾𝗌, 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗀𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁, 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾𝗑 (𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽), 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗁𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄, 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀/𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗎𝗆, 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝖾 (𝗑2), 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽, 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑 (𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗂𝗋𝗅!)

𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 1694

𝗆.𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍!

you’ve been hiding again. yuma notices.

the pale pink skirt he loves. the one that flutters around your thighs and clings to the curve of your ass. is gone. hasn’t seen it in weeks. instead, it’s all oversized hoodies and thick grey sweats, nothing cute, nothing clingy. nothing for him.

and he tries. he really tries not to take it personally. but it only gets worse. you’ve stopped letting him between your legs. no sleepy thigh kisses, no hips grinding into his lap when you wake him up. you flinch when he slips a hand under your hoodie. you turn your face when he kisses too deep.

and the final straw. when he hears you whisper under your breath, eyes on your reflection:

you: “it’s disgusting… i’ve gotten bigger…”

something in him snaps. you don’t notice it at first, not until he corners you in the bedroom that night, voice low and ragged, arms braced on either side of your body like he’s trying to contain it.

y: “take it off.”

you blink, confused.

you: “what…?”

his eyes are sharp. desperate.

y: “the hoodie. take it the fuck off.”

you hesitate. it’s instinct. not because you don’t want him, but because you’re scared of what he’ll see. how your body’s changed. the parts of you you’ve learned to cover.

his jaw ticks when you don’t move. hands curl into fists.

y: “you really think i haven’t noticed? you think i haven’t seen you hiding from me? pulling away? you think i give a fuck about a little weight?”

you look down. shame pools in your stomach like lead.

you: “i didn’t want you to see me like this…”

he steps in. crowding you until your back hits the bed and you have nowhere to go. his hands are on your waist before you can breathe, gripping hard, pulling the hoodie up until your stomach’s exposed. he leans down, lips brushing just above your navel.

y: “this- is mine.”

a kiss.

he sinks to his knees. you try to protest, but he’s already tugging your sweats down, already shoving your thighs apart.

you: “wait- yuma, i-”

y: “shut up.”

he sounds angry. not at you, but at the way you’ve been denying him this. at the way you’ve let some bullshit idea of beauty steal what’s his.

y: “you’ve been hiding my pussy. walking around in those fucking ugly sweats like i don’t wanna see what’s under them.”

you’re already wet. it’s embarrassing how fast he gets you like this, just from being mad.

y: “and the worst part?”

he drags his tongue over your inner thigh, slow and rough.

y: “you think you’re doing me a favor. you think i don’t want this, don’t want you like this.”

he doesn’t give you a chance to speak before he’s eating you like it’s his last meal. loud, messy, sucking greedily at your clit while his fingers dig into your thighs like he needs to keep you open.

you cry out, hand flying to his hair.

you: “yuma- fuck-”

he groans against you, rutting his hips into the mattress like he can’t help it, like getting to taste you finally is more than enough to make him cum untouched.

y: “you hear that?”

his voice is wrecked. 

y: “hear how wet you are? this pussy’s starving. and you’re acting like you don’t wanna give it to me.”

he works you up fast. you’re shaking in minutes, thighs twitching and body arching as your orgasm hits you hard, fast, overwhelming. you try to close your legs, he won’t let you.

he holds you open with his palms, licks you clean while you whimper from the sensitivity.

you: “please- too much-”

y: “nah. you don’t get to tell me when to stop. you owe me.”

he crawls up your body. kisses your lips so you taste yourself on his tongue, fingers already sliding his sweats down. his cock’s hard, angry hard. flushed, leaking, twitching like it’s been aching for this all fucking week.

y: “i should’ve done this the second you started hiding from me.” 

he grinds against your soaked folds, and you gasp, still trembling. he doesn’t prep you.

you’re already dripping. he knows your body, knows you can take it. so he pushes in deep, slow but rough, until he’s fully buried and you’re sobbing into his shoulder.

you: “yuma- oh my god-”

y: “yeah. mine.”

he fucks you like he’s claiming you all over again. every thrust pushes you deeper into the mattress, every moan from him like a prayer.

y: “look at you. fucked dumb over my cock.”

he grabs your hand, presses it to your lower belly.

y: “feel me, baby? feel how deep i am?”

you nod helplessly, mouth open and eyes glassy.

y: “don’t ever hide from me again.”

and when you cum around him, sobbing his name and clinging to his back—he does too, groaning against your neck as he fills you up, voice breaking with how much he missed you like this.

y: “this body’s mine. this pussy’s mine. and i’ll ruin anyone who makes you think otherwise. even if it’s you.”

your thighs are still shaking.

your body’s spent. used, wet, stuffed so full you can feel his cum dripping down your inner thighs the second he pulls out. it’s hot and sticky and filthy, and you should be too tired to move. but yuma doesn’t let you go far.

you whimper when he rolls over and pulls you with him, strong hands gripping your hips like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

you: “yuma… ‘m tired…”

he kisses your jaw, soft, too soft for the way his cock is already hard again against your thigh.

y: “i know, baby. just one more. just wanna see you ride me.”

his voice is hoarse. low and pleading, but not gentle. he needs it. needs to be in you again like he can’t stand even a few minutes without your pussy wrapped around him.

he guides you up, pulling your hips over his lap. you try to sit, but your legs are wobbly, useless.

you: “i can’t- don’t think i c-”

he hushes you, thumbs stroking over your hips, voice warm even as his eyes darken again.

y: “yes you can. i’ve got you. you’re gonna let me feel this pretty pussy again. gonna sit down nice and slow, yeah?”

you nod, dazed, letting him position you. the head of his cock presses against your entrance and you gasp. it’s almost too much. you’re still wet, but oversensitive, stretched, leaking from the last round.

he groans when you sink down. slow, inch by inch, your pussy struggling to take him again.

y: “fuck- you feel that, baby? still so full. still messy from me.”

you whine when your thighs settle in his lap. he’s deep again, buried to the hilt, and your body twitches from the stretch. he doesn’t move. just holds you there, his hands gripping the softness at your hips like he loves the way it spills under his palms.

y: “look at you.”

he stares, breath caught in his throat. 

y: “stuffed full of my cum, riding me like this. tell me you know how fucking pretty you are.”

you try to hide your face, embarrassed. but he doesn’t let you. one hand tilts your chin back up, makes you meet his eyes.

y: “say it.”

you whimper.

you: “i’m… i’m pretty.”

y: “you’re fucking gorgeous.”

he leans up, kisses between the softness of your breasts, your belly, your throat. y: “all of you. all this?” he squeezes your thighs, then your waist, then your ass. 

y: “mine. i want all of it.”

you move, finally. and he groans, head falling back as you roll your hips experimentally.

y: “that’s it. fuck- ride me, baby. show me what i’ve been missing.”

you start slow, unsure, still shaky. but the slick stretch of his cock inside you, the way he moans for you like he can’t handle it. it makes you brave.

you grind down, roll your hips a little harder. your thighs ache, your walls pulse with overstimulation, but it feels good. he fills you so well, his hands helping you move, holding your hips steady as you ride him sloppy and slow.

y: “god, i love this pussy. love it when you let me see you like this.”

you bury your face in his neck, crying out each time his cock hits that same deep spot. over and over and over again.

you: “f-feels so good- c-can’t take it-”

y: “yes you can.”

he slaps your ass, not hard. just enough to make you jump and clench around him. 

y: “gonna keep going until you fall apart on me. keep going until you believe me.”

your body rocks forward as he thrusts up into you suddenly, taking control. your moan is raw, ragged.

he sets the pace now. hips slamming up into yours while you bounce helplessly in his lap, thighs burning and chest slick with sweat. every thrust squelches loud between your soaked folds. you’re drooling against his neck, tears beading at the corners of your eyes.

y: “that’s it. take it. take it like the pretty little thing you are. don’t hide from me again, you hear me? i want this body. i want you.”

you cum again, without warning. your whole body locks up, pulsing and spasming around him, and he chokes out a curse when your walls clamp down.

y: “fuck- just like that, baby, fuck- gonna fill you again, yeah? want me to keep you full all fucking day?”

you nod frantically, crying out his name as he finishes deep inside you. his arms wrapped tight around your waist, holding you down on his cock as he pumps you full again, cum leaking out the sides with nowhere else to go. the room spins.

your body trembles in his arms.

and yuma. sweaty, flushed, voice barely above a whisper. kisses your jaw and holds you through the aftershocks like you’re the most sacred thing in the world.

y: “you’re not allowed to hate yourself. not when i love every single inch of you.”

© 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒𝖾: 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽. 𝖱𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀/𝗆𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖿𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝖼, 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽. 𝖳𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽.

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