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lacedwithmsg · 4 days ago

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woke up to this first thing in the morning and it made my day

soaked - nakakita yuma ✧˚⋆ ˖

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“In which reader can't control herself when her boyfriend looks so hot in family vacation.”

Content: +18MDNI fem! reader x yuma, stablished relationship, sex in a hot tub, rushed sex, dirty talk, creampie.

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"You're staring."

Yuma's voice was low, almost like a growl, and you blinked, snapping out of your trance. You’d been leaning back on the edge of the hot tub, your eyes fixed on him as he lounged in the bubbling water, the steam rising around his sculpted body. His abs gleamed in the dim light, muscles flexing with every movement, the water clinging to his skin.

He looked insanely good, and you couldn’t help but appreciate how the warm water made his slightly tanned skin — thanks to the sunny weather earlier that day— stand out more, how his dark hair clung to his forehead. He was everything you’d ever wanted, and yet, you were struggling to keep your composure.

Because, to be fair, you were in family vacation, with his family. And although you knew how respectful he was around his parents and younger brothers, the truth was, you’d barely had time to enjoy yourselves, you weren’t even sharing a bedroom. Summer house rules, her parents had said.

So yeah, considering that you and him both had a ver strong sex drive, spending hot days in a bikini around him looking so good was almost torture.

You blinked, looking away then, a little embarrassed. His family was inside the house, cooking something for dinner, but if they paid enough attention through the huge glass windows, they would notice anything.

"I'm sorry," you murmured, your voice shaky. You should've been pretending to be casual, like this was just another normal family vacation. But how could you when he looked like that?

Yuma smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he caught the way your breath quickened.

"Are you sure you're sorry, baby?" he asked, his tone teasing but with a hint of something darker, something predatory.

You swallowed, trying to focus on anything else—the chatter of his family in the background, the sound of the water splashing—but it was impossible to ignore the way your body was reacting to his presence. You could feel the heat pooling in your lower stomach, your body aching with need.

"I can't help it," you confessed, voice breathless. "You look too good."

Yuma’s smile turned wicked. He moved closer in the water, until you could feel the tension shift, the space between you shrinking. The sound of the bubbles mixed with the low sigh that left your throat when he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him until your chests were touching, hot, wet skins against each others, your nipples hardened under your bikini top.

“I know," he murmured, his lips brushing your ear. "I’ve been watching you too, baby. Can’t keep my eyes off of you either."

Your breath caught as his hands slid onto your shoulders, tracing the line of your collarbone, so close to your breasts, but not touching yet.

"You're making it so hard for me to behave," he teased, voice dropping lower. "And I don’t plan on behaving much longer."

His fingers hooked around the strap of your bikini top, his touch burning, leaving a trail of heat wherever he went. You wanted him so badly, your body practically shaking with the desire to close the gap between you. Then his hand trailed down your side, touching your waist and gripping tight, you squirmed, and he lifted you until you were sitting on his lap.

The soaked fabric of his shorts made it much easier to notice, you felt it, right between your legs, he was hard, and you moaned softly at the feeling, your core aching, needy.

You couldn't fight it any longer. You pushed yourself forward, your lips crashing into his as you both gave in to the simmering tension that had been building all day. He responded instantly, his hands pulling you closer, his kiss deep and hungry, as though he were claiming you right there in front of everyone. His hand grabbed the back of your neck, and you tilted your head as he slid his tongue inside of your mouth, a mess of hot breaths and whimpers, you rocked your hips against him, rubbing yourself with his clothed length, trying to ease some of the pain between your legs, and he groaned low, water splashing when he jerked his hips to meet with your movements.

“Fuck.” he whispered, kissing along your jaw and you moaned again, moving your hips faster, needier. He took a quick look back to the house, nobody was around, thank god.

Yuma’s hand slid down your back, gripping your waist hard enough to leave bruises, guiding your hips to grind down on him with slow, filthy rolls. The heat of the water and the friction of your bodies made your head spin, your fingers tangling into the damp strands of his hair as you kissed him again, deeper, rougher, teeth clashing in your desperation.

“You’re driving me fucking insane,” he growled against your mouth, voice raw with need. His other hand dipped below the surface, fingers tracing the waistband of your soaked swimsuit before slipping underneath, bold and hungry. You gasped into his mouth, hips stuttering against him, and he smirked, low and dangerous. “You want this?” he murmured, fingers teasing but not giving you what you needed, his forehead pressed against yours, eyes dark and blown wide. “You want it right here, baby? In the fucking hot tub?”

You whimpered, nodding frantically, too far gone to care about anything else. Yuma chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating against your chest as he finally slid his fingers through your slick folds, finding your clit and circling it mercilessly. Your entire body jerked, a strangled moan escaping your throat as you clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

“That’s it,” he whispered, biting down gently on your neck. “Let me hear you. No one’s gonna come out here. It’s just you and me now.”

The way he touched you, rough and possessive, had you falling apart in his hands, rocking your hips helplessly against his fingers as he worked you closer to the edge. The hot water lapped around you, splashing over the sides with every desperate grind of your bodies, and the stars above blurred in your vision.

He cursed under his breath, eyes wild as he slid one hand between you, tugging the crotch of your swimsuit aside with a rough, impatient move. He freed himself from his trunks just enough to let his cock slap hot and heavy against his stomach. You could barely see anything with how close your bodies were, but you felt him — thick, throbbing, dripping against your soaked skin.

“Need you,” he groaned, almost like it hurt to wait even a second longer. “Need to feel you — now.”

Without warning, he lined himself up and pushed inside you in one desperate, messy thrust, both of you crying out, the water churning violently around you. The stretch burned so good you saw stars, your nails digging into his shoulders for dear life as he filled you completely.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he gritted out through clenched teeth, gripping your ass and hauling you down harder onto him. “Been wanting this — been losing my fucking mind —”

You whimpered brokenly, burying your face in the crook of his neck as he began to move, shallow thrusts that grew rougher and deeper with every snap of his hips. The obscene slap of skin on skin echoed in the humid night air, masked only slightly by the splashing water.

Every movement, every ragged breath, every filthy moan that fell from his lips sent you spiraling faster, and Yuma was just as gone as you were — muttering curses and praises against your skin, telling you how good you felt, how he couldn’t hold back even if he tried.

“You were made for me,” he panted, thrusting up harder, angling just right to have you gasping, seeing white. “You hear me, baby? Fucking made for me.”

You could only nod frantically, clinging to him, riding the overwhelming pleasure as he fucked you right there in the hot tub like nothing else in the world mattered.

And when you broke apart, screaming his name into the steamy night, Yuma followed seconds after, hips jerking up hard as he spilled inside you with a deep, guttural moan, holding you so tight it almost hurt.

The world seemed to tilt and blur around you both, only the feeling of Yuma’s arms wrapped fiercely around you keeping you grounded, the water sloshing lazily now as you both trembled and gasped in each other’s arms.

#oh my god #the gasp i let out when i saw this #ahHH

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lacedwithmsg · 7 days ago

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molded | nakakita yuma | smut

tags: soft dom!yuma, afab reader, use of pronouns "she/her" when referring to reader, creampie, a bit of mirror fucking, some overstimulation, yuma is also the neediest puppy alive warning tags: sleep sex (yuma fucks reader while they are initially asleep) length: 1.6k words note from author: have had this idea floating around in my head for a bit now. originally part of a larger scenario but decided short and concise was probably better. proofread once or twice, not sure if it's completely error-free but we do what we can.

“I told you,” Yuma mumbled into your neck as he snaked his arms around you, pulling you against his warm body. The cold night air washed over your exposed skin while the blanket you and Yuma shared held the both of you closer together. He had been inside you since a couple hours ago after you insisted that keeping it inside would ensure neither your or his juices would escape. You hadn't woken up yet, both body and mind tired after the long session you already had with Yuma.

filth begins after the break

Without realizing it himself, his body was already moving against yours. Contradicting his own expectations, he was actually able to fall asleep earlier. But of course, there was no way he could maintain that for the entire night. Your slightly sweaty yet sweet scent filled his nose and he wanted nothing more than to breathe it in for as long as he could. Your warm skin under his fingertips felt soft and comforting, and the way your chest slowly rose and fell was mesmerizing to him. Growing ever more daring, Yuma started to snap his hips into you, the blanket the covered your bare bodies shifting along with him.

“I told you this would've happened, but pretty little baby didn’t let me pull out,” Yuma mumbled, now leaving small nips and pecks along the back of your neck. Despite stirring a little in your sleep, he was shocked to find you still well asleep. Being the little shit he is, he was now determined to find out just how far he could go before you finally woke up.

Looking over your shoulder and in the mirror on wall, his eyes drifted from the soft furrow in your eyebrows to the way your lips lay delicately open, from the slight angle of your neck as your head sunk into the pillow to the red marks he had left littered all over your chest and collar. He brought one of his hands up, following the soft, natural curves of your body before reaching the cusp right where your stomach stopped and your boobs began.

“You’re so pretty like this, y’know?” His hips were now picking up pace, a quiet sound of skin against skin escaping from under the blanket. His fingers dug into your skin but he was still careful not to wake you. His breaths, now much shallower than they were a couple moments ago, felt warm against your neck.

Yuma had the world in his arms and he couldn’t help but indulge in all that it had to offer. He traced his lips along your neck, stopping to nibble at your earlobe. His eyes were glued onto the reflection of your face in the mirror, thinking about how you would react when you finally opened those pretty eyes of yours.

His other hand wrapped around your stomach ever tighter, molding your body into his. Every inch of your back was pressed up against Yuma’s chest as he grinded and pushed into you. He savored each and every thrust as he started losing his grasp on his own mind.

“You drive me fucking insane, baby.”

Yuma decided it was time to begin for real and started thrusting up into you with such force that surely would’ve woken you up. As if he were a dog in heat, deep growls came from the back of his throat, laced with raspy pants that escaped every time he pushed back inside. The dark strands of his hair obstructed his vision as droplets of sweat formed and crawled down his temple. The blanket began to crease and reveal more of your bodies to the cold air.

His teeth landed decisively into the skin on your shoulder as he tried to gag himself from getting too loud. The way you smelled, the way you felt, the way you tasted all blended together in his head into a form of ecstasy he could never get tired of. His hips rammed against your ass with a goal, a goal to make you his once more.

Over and over again his cock brushed and bruised against your walls, throbbing and pulsating at the same pace his heart beat in his chest. Noises dripping in sin seemed to bounce from one wall to another as both of your and his thighs gathered sweat and other bodily fluids. There was no stopping what Yuma wanted to achieve.

When he felt his body clench even tighter, he knew there wasn't much left in him. He looked up into the mirror again, expecting you to still be sound asleep but little to his knowledge, you were already far gone. Gone were your softly lidded eyes and gone were the slow and controlled breaths that once left your mouth. To Yuma’s surprise, his precious baby looked ever so sinful as her tongue hung out her mouth and her eyes threatened to roll back.

“Yuma,” you barely made out as your entire body burned against the night air. The blanket was now barely covering your legs but the warmth of Yuma against you was enough to send your body into overdrive. Every thrust, every pump, every pulse of his cock in you sent shivers down your spine. Your every breath sounded more like whimpers and pleas as you clawed and scratched at Yuma’s firm embrace around you. Every time his thumb brushed your taut nipple, your body screamed and warned you of your close release. When the reflection of Yuma’s gaze met yours in the mirror, there was nothing left to say.

He pounded and rammed his cock into you more times than you were capable of counting. His teeth dug into your shoulder, neck, and anywhere else within his reach as he searched for an opening, a chance to finally release all of himself into you. The bed you lay in shook violently against the wall as Yuma drove into you at an animalistic pace. Each breath he took now was hoarser than the last, his lungs failing to keep up with the sheer force and energy he expended in devouring you.

The back of your throat ran dry and your voice remained only as whimpers and gasps as Yuma’s efforts to completely and utterly wreck you were close to finding success. Slow and deliberate were now nowhere to be found as his movements started to blur into the next, no start and no end to his unending thrusts.

“More.” Your own voice sounded unfamiliar to you. All you heard was someone begging with every last ounce of energy in her body for release, a release that only the man behind her could give her.

The man behind her was now crazed and in a delirium so heavy there was no way out but through. He ate and swallowed each and every sound that left your agape lips. Deeper and deeper, he fell into his want and desire to take you in totality, to savor and relish in your body, and to hold you closer and tighter to the point where you’d never even think about leaving.

“I love you so much, baby,” Yuma managed to whisper into your ear as he breathed in your scent. His body now acting of its own accord, the finish line within sight. “You’re so perfect.”

The gears in your body wound faster and tighter as your body pressed further into Yuma. “I love you, too.” Your body rose and fell not with your breaths but with every thrust Yuma gave you.

He felt your climax approaching, your walls tightening and squeezing sporadically. His pace quickened and his thrusts rapid and irregular. His disjointed breathing only accompanied by the growls, whimpers, and inaudible pleas he muttered into your skin. The blanket that once shielded you now rested helplessly off the edge of the mattress, no longer serving its purpose.

“I’m all yours,” you gasped before the barrier your body tried so hard to maintain finally collapsed. You felt this immense surge of heat travel all throughout your being. Your muscles relaxed, your eyelids fluttered close, your lungs refused to take another shallow breath. Your release coated Yuma’s cock in another wet layer of bodily fluids, his thrusts not stopping even after you had conceited defeat.

Yuma seized this opportunity to chase his own limit. Your cum made each thrust sound even wetter and sloppier, the vein on the underside of his cock so defined you could feel it throb every time you clenched from overstimulation. His toes curled as he prepared to meet his end only to be delightfully surprised when you, amidst the haze of post-orgasm ecstasy, let out the most sinful words he had ever been blessed with hearing.

“Cum in me, Yuma,” your vision was a blur, all you could think about was Yuma and his cock stretching you out from behind. “Please.”

And with that information, Yuma crumbled. He hips stuttered and pressed into you. Electricity shot to every inch of his body and he swore he could feel his blood boiling at every spot that made contact with your skin. Strands of warm, thick fluid covered your walls as he used you to milk out every last drop. He made sure his thrusts would not yield until he was completely emptied out. The sounds of him grinding his cum deeper into you felt like music to your ears.

It took a while for both of you to catch your breaths. Yuma kissed and soothed all the fresh bruises that adorned your skin and you carefully caressed his arms that still held you so tight against his now damp chest.

You couldn't help but giggle, “Yuma, y’know it’s 4 a.m. right now?”

“I’m aware." His lips curved into a slight smile as he settled into your nape. "Are you complaining?”

“Nope, not at all.”

And no, he didn’t pull out. The cleanup next morning was a sight to behold.

note from author: hope you enjoyed it! likely won't be posting often in the future unless i'm drowning in hard hours again, we'll see... anyway thanks for reading! don't have a taglist atm but lmk if u want to be tagged for any future works. <3

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