⌗minesbutnotmines — sion getting jealous over you talking to another guy
( o. sion x fem!reader ) • warnings. oral ( m ), p n v , unprotected sex , backshots 𓄵 word count. 848 { back to library }
( request ). FWB FAKE DATING SION X READER COLLEGE AU
( yeni’s notes ). my first nct wish fic
“isn’t that yn?”
sions head whipped around , and sure enough there you were — walking through the campus , walking and giggling with another dude. “damn they seem close.”
“that’s just her friend.” he said , trying to save face.
“if a guy had his arm wrapped around my girl like that i don’t think i would be able to take it.” of course he was seething on the inside , but he was in a complicated situation , him being upset would make sense to his friends , you’re his girlfriend.
but it would genuinely piss you off — because you two weren’t really together. sion and you were good friends , who sometimes hook-up when there’s no one around and you use each other to ward off crazy exes and unwanted advances. “he’s giving her fuck me eyes bro , you better fix that.”
hearing that did fill him with jealousy because there’s only so many times you could call him over when you were horny , and slip your hand into his in public around everyone before he caught feelings — he was only a human after all.
‘i’m here open up’ you climbed out bed , shuffling to the door , opening the door , sion walking in taking his shoes and jacket off ; it was like he lived there. the way he carried himself made the pit in your stomach grow. “you can’t say we’re dating then going around getting cozy with different guys , i don’t like being seen as a cuck by my friends.”
“what are you— oh shit.” you remembered walking with the guy from your class after he offered , you hadn’t even noticed soon and his friends. “i completely fucking forgot.” you said. “he offered to walk me to class because my exes was harassing me again?”
“again? i just told him off like a week ago.”
“i don’t know , im sure he’s just bored.” he sat down on your coach , looking up at you — a smirk forming on your face.
“what?”
“you came all the way here to yell at me about.” you climbed into his lap. “you were jealous.” rubbing his shoulders.
he rolled his eyes. “i wasn’t jealous.” he said , his cheeks red. “to the outside you’re mine.”
“but i’m not yours.” teasing the nape of his neck , tugging at it he groaned. “but it was hot watching you come in here like that.” he grabbed your wrist.
“you’re a fucking brat you know that?”
“and you’re jealous.” he hand coming up to your neck , shutting you right up.
“such a mouthy girl.” squeezing your throat , you moaned out. “should put it to good use.”
“get on your knees.” he watched you sink down to your knees , unbuckling his pants. “good girl.” freeing his cock , leaking with pre-cum , he tapped it on your lips. “open up brat.”
he sighed as your lips wrapped around his tip , sucking. “fuck.” holding the back of your head , moving it up and down in his cock , his head falling back against your couch. “such a good cock sucker.” pushing your head down , your throat squeezing his cock as you gagged around fuck. “taking my dick like a champ -fuck- i’m gonna cum.”
his moans getting louder and louder , cock twitching in your mouth. “oh fuck… fuck i’m cumming! fuck!” he groaned as you took him fully , his cum shooting to the back of your throat. “shit.”
“come here.” he stood , following you , he pushed you on to your knees , you grabbed the back of the couch. “fuck look at that.” he slapped your ass , you moaned moving your hips back against him , he groaned.
“you want my dick so bad.” he stroked his half hard cock , watching it hardened as he rubbed it against your cum. “fucking dripping for it.”
he pushed the head in , sighing as your cunt closed around him. “fuuuck , you’re sucking me in.” grabbing your waist , pushing you down into a deep arch as he began to pound into you. “yeah , fuck take it.”
“sion!” you screamed , his hand pulled you back against his chest by your hair.
“you’re mine? understand.” the new position making his cock hit deeper inside you. “no one will fuck you like i do.” the sounds of your skin slapping together along with your moans. “this pussy… it’s mine.”
“fuck sion i’m gonna cum!” he let you go, you fell back on to the couch as he continued to dig deep into you. “fuck!”
“fuck… make a mess all over my cock , gonna fill you up with my cum.” your jaw slacked , eyes rolling to back of your head as you came. “look at you -fuck- all cock drunk.”
“gonna claim this pussy.” he cursed , cumming squeezing your ass as he emptied his load into your. “fuck , take it for me , take all my cum , dont waste it.”
his thrust slowly coming to a stop , slipping out of you. “so pretty , all fucked out.”
cleaning you up , pulling you into his lap. “if your ex bothers you again , don’t ask another guy to handle it , i told you i got it.”
“i don’t want other guys or my friends think i don’t know how to take care of what’s mines.”
pairing : sunghoon x fem!reader. synopsis : you just cant seem to get rid of sunghoon, even no contact wont stop him genre : situationship, fwb 2 lover? warning : explicit humor, mentions of sex, cursing, avoidant yn do we see a theme with me, master Communicator sunghoon a/n : haiiiii this is short and sweet i giggled a lot while reading but u should listen to needy by ariana grande~
✪ p. sunghoon x reader
&&. non-idol au. playboy!hoon -> bf!hoon. stupid + suggestive humor. est. relationship. downbad hoonie x ragebaiter reader. fem implied reader. 12 ss. series masterlist.
all content is purely fictional !
Pairings: Roommate!Jungwon x Fem!Reader x Best Friend!Jay
IN WHICH... your roommate Jungwon knows you're down bad for his best friend, Jay. He loves watching Jay flirt with you until you're a flustered mess, so why not spice things up with a little game?
A/N: I know Truth or Dare is a bit overused...BUT I WANTED TO WRITE IT, OK. Anyways, live, laugh, love JayWon. This is pretty filthy; enjoy ;D
Jungwon glanced at you, sprawled on the couch with your feet propped in his lap like you always did after a long day of classes.
He smiled to himself, rubbing soothing circles on your ankles as he glanced at his messages.
Jay was coming over in thirty minutes, and you had no idea.
He imagined the look on your face when he walked through the door— eyes wide and cheeks flushed, smiling too much, laughing too loudly.
It was adorable.
He loved seeing you turn into a flustered mess around his best friend. So he took every opportunity he could to put you two in the same room, watching from the side as you tried and failed to appear cool and relaxed.
Jay was a good sport about it, smiling when he was supposed to, keeping his flirting just subtle enough to drive you insane without crossing a line.
Jungwon watched it all, pulling you into his chest after getting home, as you babbled about how hot Jay was. You let him run his hands down your arms and bury his face in your neck, too distracted by thoughts of Jay to realize just how much your roommate loved to touch you.
Another message popped up on Jungwon’s phone.
Jay was ten minutes away.
He looked at you again, your face relaxed as you stared at your phone, your mouth curling slightly at the corners at something on the screen.
It was going to be a fun night.
You looked at Jungwon as the doorbell rang. “Are you expecting someone?”
He shrugged, gently removing your feet from his lap as he stood up. “Nope, I’ll check.” He got up and walked to the door, his figure disappearing down the hall.
You heard the door open, and a familiar voice trailed into the room.
You froze.
No, it couldn’t be.
You bolted upright, looking down in horror as you realized that you were in pajamas: an oversized t-shirt and sleep shorts that rode up your thighs. There was no time to change, no time to hide in your room. You ran your fingers through your hair, adjusting the shorts on your hips as you assumed a normal sitting position on the couch.
Jay walked into the room, and you glanced over your shoulder as casually as you could manage. “Oh, hey, Jay.”
His characteristic side-smile appeared on his face: “Hey, y/n, how are you?”
You smiled, “I’m good, just…relaxing.” You tried not to let your eyes wander. He was wearing a loose button-up shirt and baggy jeans. The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up to his elbows, with two buttons undone at the top, so his collarbone was on full display.
But the worst (best) part? A thin pair of black glasses sat on the bridge of his nose, perched lazily as if he threw them on in a rush.
Was he trying to kill you?
You turned away as you felt heat creeping up your neck, scrolling absently on your phone.
Jungwon’s voice wafted through the space: “Can I get you something to drink, Jay?”
“Water’s fine.”
Your eyes were on your phone, but your attention was solely focused on Jay’s every movement. You heard him shift on his feet before he walked over and took a seat on the couch next to you, only a cushion between you.
“You look comfy.” He said.
You sucked in your bottom lip, pulling your bare legs under you as you shot him a half-smile. “Sorry, I didn’t realize you were coming over.”
He chuckled lowly, the sound triggering a warm ache between your legs. “It’s ok, I don’t mind.” He paused before adding, “It’s cute.”
A smile worked its way to your mouth as you fiddled with the bottom of your shirt. This kind of comment was normal for Jay, subtle but said at just the right moment to make you squirm. No matter how many times he did it, you never got used to it.
Jungwon came over with a glass of water for Jay, setting it on the table in front of him before sitting on the other side of you. He put his arm over your shoulder and practically pulled you on top of him, drawing a surprised yelp from your lips.
You gave him a sharp look, feeling a blush settle on your cheeks. He was never this touchy when Jay was around, always opting to hover on the sidelines and hold you later after you were done being a flustered mess.
But now his arm casually rested over your waist, your back against his chest as he traced your stomach through your shirt.
Jay’s eyes flicked to Jungwon’s arm over you, but he said nothing, his face unreadable. He leaned over and brought the water glass to his lips, his throat bobbing as he drank.
You couldn’t help but stare.
“Should we watch something?”
Jungwon’s voice interrupted your thoughts, and you tore your gaze away from Jay and to the TV, where Jungwon was already scrolling through movies.
Ten minutes later, you all settled on some rom-com you’d never seen, the studio fanfare echoing through the room.
Jungwon rested his chin on your head, his arm tightening around your waist as he shifted to pull you closer.
You didn’t move; you couldn’t move, because pulling away from him would mean moving closer to Jay, which was not an option. So you leaned back, letting yourself relax against Jungwon. You felt him smile behind you.
Throughout the movie, Jungwon’s hands got bolder. He traced circles on your thigh, brushed his knuckles against your arm, and played with the edge of your shirt so his fingers were just centimeters from the bare skin of your stomach.
You tried to ignore it, but with Jay on the other side of you, every touch felt different—charged. You knew that Jungwon was enjoying this, a hum vibrating from his chest every time you shifted under him.
At one point, he put his lips next to your ear, hot breath fanning over your neck as he whispered, “Comfortable?”
Your skin shivered, and you let out a breath, “Yeah.”
“Really? Because you’re moving a lot.”
You glanced at Jay to see if he was listening, but his face was turned towards the TV, seemingly totally unaware of your conversation.
“I know what you’re doing,” you hissed.
Jungwon let his hand rest at the top of your thigh. “What am I doing?”
“Being annoying.”
He laughed softly against your hair, which drew Jay’s attention. His dark eyes flicked to his friend's hand on your thigh, and this time—just barely—his eyes narrowed.
Jay stood up. “I’m going to grab a beer; anyone want one?”
“Ooh, yes, please,” Jungwon said
Jay looked at you, “y/n?”
You nodded, “Sure.”
The second he left the room, you wiggled out of Jungwon’s arms, climbing out of his lap.
“Hey,” he whined, reaching for you.
You ignored him. “What’s gotten into you? You’re so…clingy.”
“Can a guy not cuddle with his roommate?”
“Uh, not in front of the guy you know I like,” You said.
“I’m helping you; this will make him jealous.”
“Or it will scare him off, because Jay’s a good guy who wouldn’t steal the girl his best friend is fondling.”
Jungwon shrugged, “Fine, if you don’t like me touching you, I won’t.” He crossed his arms.
“I-,” you stopped. Of course, you liked it—being held by him. After a long day, Jungwon was always the person who could help you relax. Always the person who made you feel safe.
But this was different, at least—that’s what you told yourself.
You were still staring at Jungwon’s pouty expression when Jay walked back in.
He handed you both a beer and took his old seat, eyes darting between you and Jungwon.
You sighed and sat between them, your knee now barely brushing against Jungwon’s. He didn’t look at you.
The TV droned on, and you kept telling yourself that this was what you wanted. To be around Jay and embarrassingly flirt with him until (you hoped) he would finally make a move. But he was quietly watching the movie, and Jungwon was looking ahead with an expression like a stone, ignoring you regardless of how many apologetic glances you sent him.
You sank into the couch cushions and chalked the night up to a failure.
When the movie ended, you immediately got to your feet, planning to hide in your room for the rest of the evening.
“Tired already?” Jay said.
You laughed nervously, “Yeah, well I have a lot of studying to do tomorrow.”
“You didn’t even finish your drink.”
You looked down at the coffee table where your barely touched beer sat, the one you’d abandoned after Jungwon had given you the cold shoulder.
“You can finish it.” You said.
“y/n.”
You stopped, because no matter how hard you tried, Jungwon was your weakness. You turned, and almost smiled in relief when you saw that his cold expression had been replaced with a teasing smirk.
“How about we play a game?”
Your eyes narrowed. “What game?”
“Hmm,” he put a finger on his lip, “Would You Rather? Never Have I Ever? Truth or Dare?”
“What are we, thirteen?” Jay snorted.
“Come on, Jay Hyung, it’ll be fun. Have you ever even played them?”
Jay tapped his foot. “I guess not.”
Jungwon grinned at you. “y/n? Don’t make me force you.”
You tried to resist. Tried to make the words “no” come out of your mouth because the idea of playing any of those games with Jay in the mix made your heart race. But you still felt bad for shutting down Jungwon earlier, and he looked so cute right now with his hair flopping over his forehead…
“Fine.” You plopped back onto the couch. “Would You Rather sounds the least painful.”
“What do you say we introduce some shots into the mix, Jay?” Jungwon said.
Jay smiled, “In that case, Truth or Dare is best.” He looked at you, “That way you have an out.”
You groaned, “Why ask me if you’re not gonna listen?”
Jungwon laughed and ruffled your hair before heading to the kitchen. “You were outvoted y/n; it’s totally fair.”
“Whatever.”
Ten minutes later, the three of you sat on the ground around the coffee table, a shot glass in front of each of you with a bottle of vodka in the center.
“You'd better actually play the game, Wonie. I’m not in the mood to deal with you being drunk right now.” You grumbled.
He waved his hand. “Don’t worry, I’ll play, I promise.”
Jay just chuckled and poured each of you a shot. “One to start?”
You didn’t even wait for them. Just grabbed your glass and downed it, wincing as the bitter liquid hit the back of your throat.
Both of them stared at you with surprise etched on their faces.
“What?”
“Someone wasn’t lying about the long day,” Jay said, downing his too.
You rolled your eyes. “Let’s just start.”
After taking his shot, Jungwon turned to you. “Ok, y/n, truth or dare?”
You hesitated. This game was new for Jungwon, a step beyond the teasing comments and subtle hints. To make things worse, you could tell from the way he looked at you that he was feeling risky. Neither option was safe.
“Truth.”
He smiled sweetly. “What do you think about Jay Hyung?"
You froze. The question was simple enough, and Jungwon asked it with a casual lightness to his voice that could fool everyone. Everyone except you. You glanced at Jay, who seemed to be trying to hold back a smirk.
“Jay is…nice. He’s respectful and caring and…plays the guitar really well.”
Jungwon raised his eyebrows. “That’s it?”
You nodded quickly, avoiding Jay’s eyes that you felt burning into the side of your face. “Yup.”
He shrugged. “Ok, your turn then.”
“Truth or dare, Jungwon?”
He didn’t hesitate. “Dare.”
You bit your lip, flying through a list of potential dares. They all felt so boring, and you were starting to feel a bit vengeful. He loved making you squirm; maybe it was time for him to get a taste of his own medicine.
“I dare you to let me text your ex.” You smirked; it was perfect. He hated talking about her. You’d met her once, and she was that annoying type who was painfully clingy and controlling. If she wasn’t with him, she was texting him—often about her complete disapproval of you—saying how “improper” it was for a guy to have a female roommate. He had to block her for his own sanity. He would definitely take the shot; no way would he open up that can of worms.
Jungwon pulled out his phone and held it out to you with zero hesitation. “Go ahead.”
You stared at him, pushing down your shock as you slowly took it out of his hands. “Really?”
He shrugged.
You pursed your lips and decided to take a different route. You stood up and walked over to Jungwon, lowering yourself into his lap. You felt him exhale sharply, and Jay chuckled from the other side of the table. You took Jungwon’s arm and wrapped it around you, then pulled up his phone camera. You shifted until the picture looked as couply as possible, then took it, the frame showing nothing but his large hand palming your stomach.
You stood up and sent it before looking back at Jungwon.
He looked genuinely flustered, the most you’d ever seen him. His face was bright red, his pupils wide, and he couldn’t quite meet your eyes.
You cocked your head. He touched you like that all the time and never looked more than vaguely amused. But the second you initiated, he looked just like you after a few hours of talking to Jay…
Wait.
No.
Jungwon’s phone buzzed in your hand, ripping you out of your thoughts. You opened it to the message you’d sent, eyes widening at the texts that flooded the screen.
I fucking knew you liked her.
You asshole, how long were you cheating on me??
That bitch can’t give you HALF of what I could!!
They went on and on and on… and you half-threw Jungwon’s phone back at him before sitting back down, feeling slightly dizzy. Were you really that oblivious?
Jungwon looked between you and the messages lighting up his phone, his eyes a storm of concern and satisfaction.
Jay wasted no time. “Jungwon, truth or dare?”
“Truth,” he said, trying to catch your eye.
“Did you really choose to room with y/n over me because you thought ‘space would be good for our friendship’?”
Your head snapped up, looking between the two boys before settling on Jungwon, who was shooting Jay a death glare.
“You told me Jay had already found a roommate.”
He laughed nervously, “Well, Heeseung was looking for a place.”
“But I asked him first,” Jay said. “He turned me down almost immediately.”
“Listen…” Jungwon tried.
“Answer the question or drink,” Jay said.
You were staring at Jungwon like he was a different person, and you assumed he noticed, because one look at you and he was reaching for his shot glass. After he drank, he leveled an annoyed expression at Jay.
“Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” Jay said.
Jungwon worked his jaw, studying Jay carefully. “I dare you to take your shirt off.”
Jay snorted, his eyebrows raised. “Really?”
“Do it or drink, Jay Hyung.”
You stared at your lap, wanting nothing more than to hide in your room. You knew if Jay did that, you’d be a blushing mess, and Jungwon knew it too.
But if he liked you, why did he keep pushing you towards Jay? Shouldn’t he be possessive or something? Although now that you thought about it, he was possessive—at least around everyone who wasn’t Jay. He never let you out of his sight at parties, and within minutes of a guy approaching you, he was always by your side, a light hand at your back as he subtly told the guy to fuck off.
You thought he was looking out for you, making sure you were safe. But now, you saw it for what it really was: a claim.
And for some reason, Jay was the only exception.
Jay glanced at you, his eyes dropping down to the way you were wringing your hands. He nodded slightly, and slowly—torturously—unbuttoned the rest of his shirt. He let it slip off his shoulders and tossed it behind him, leaving his chest completely bare.
It should be illegal how good he looked. Messy black hair, tan skin, black glasses sitting crooked on the edge of his nose. You tried not to stare. You really did. But you’d been imagining this exact image for months, and now that it was in front of you, you couldn’t look away.
Jay caught your eye and smirked, leaning back onto his hands behind his back and looking smugly at Jungwon.
But your roommate’s eyes were locked on you. He studied you with a hunger you’d never seen in him, watching the way your eyes were pulled to Jay like a magnet, and the way you crossed your legs, trying to calm the hot pressure building in your core.
“It’s your turn, y/n,” Jay said.
You stared at the bottle of vodka on the table, not wanting to look at either of them. The tension in the room was palpable, hovering around you like a raincloud ready to burst.
You forced yourself to look at Jay, trying with your entire being to keep your eyes on his face. “Truth or dare?”
He tilted his head, a slight smile on his face as he took in the blush on your neck. “Truth.”
“Um.” You looked between him and the vodka. “Do you…really think I’m cute?”
You watched as Jay’s eyes darkened, his gaze briefly dropping to your lips. He leaned forward, his muscles flexing as he rested his forearm on the table. “I mean what I say, y/n.”
The way he was looking at you was doing unholy things to your brain. You felt like he was undressing you with his eyes, his stare lingering on every shift of your hips as you squirmed under his attention.
You wanted him to touch you so bad it hurt.
Jungwon cleared his throat, snapping you both out of your trance. A muscle in his jaw was clenched as he looked between the two of you, his fingers tapping against his knee in a steady rhythm.
You bit your lip, brushing a strand of hair out of your eyes. “Go ahead, Jay.”
“Truth or dare y/n?”
You were quickly losing your ability to look Jay in the eye without every thought in your head immediately dissolving into warm emptiness. Your thighs clenched involuntarily every time his low voice slipped from between his lips, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold it together.
“Dare.”
Jay exhaled softly, and you saw his hand clench. He looked at Jungwon, whose cheeks were already flushed, and pupils wide as he looked at you, a half-contained neediness in his eyes.
“I dare you to sit in my lap.”
You felt your mouth fall open as the words left his mouth, a rush of blood going straight between your legs. His eyes traced the parting of your lips the same way a cat looked at a toy, drinking in your shock like it was fuel. He shot you the crooked half-smile he knew drove you crazy. “You can drink, you know.”
You knew you should. It was one of those dares that was supposed to make you drink, but the thought of your back pressed against Jay’s bare chest…it was everything you’d been dreaming about.
Jungwon’s gaze bore into you like a physical pressure, and as you turned your head, you prepared yourself for jealousy, even anger. But instead, when your eyes met his, you found only anticipation.
You stared at your shot glass, every thought in your brain screaming at you to fill it, but your desire was winning, and your body was being pulled towards Jay as if he was your center of gravity.
Slowly, you got to your feet and moved towards Jay. His eyes were almost completely black as he watched you, and when you lowered your butt to sit squarely in his crossed legs, his hands found your hips, holding you firmly against him.
He took off his glasses and placed them on the table, then shifted so his chin rested on your shoulder, his breath hot on your neck as he whispered in your ear. “Good choice.”
You had to hold your breath to stop from whimpering. His skin felt electric whenever it touched you, and his hands weren’t helping. His fingers traced gentle strokes in the bend between your hips and thighs, one of them occasionally brushing up your bare leg.
You cursed yourself for wearing shorts; the skin-to-skin contact was going to be the end of you.
“Jungwon, go.” Jay’s low voice sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn’t stop yourself from exhaling softly.
You felt him smile against your ear.
Jungwon licked his lips, gaze locked on the way you chewed on your lip to keep from making a sound you knew you’d regret.
“y/n, truth or dare?”
“Truth,” you said quickly.
His question was instant and slightly breathless. “Are you turned on right now?”
You tensed, and at that moment, Jay’s hand drifted towards your inner thigh.
You gasped, pressing your back against his chest as the pressure in your core tightened.
Jungwon smirked, his expression almost predatory.
Jay chuckled. “I feel like that answers it.”
“I want to hear her say it,” Jungwon said.
You knew there was no getting out of this one, but you tried to sound at least a little put-together as you said it. “Yes…”
“Yes what?” Jungwon asked.
You clicked your tongue. “Yes, I’m turned on.”
Jay nuzzled his nose behind your ear, his lips brushing over your hot skin, sending a shivering jolt down your back.
“Jay…” you sighed.
He made a sound similar to a purr. “Oh, I like it when you say my name like that.”
The ache between your legs was so intense it hurt, and you were about five seconds away from grinding on Jay’s lap. You couldn’t take it anymore; you needed to be touched.
Then you realized you had the power, because it was your turn.
Jungwon had moved closer, taking your old spot as he watched the way Jay traced your neck with his lips, his fingers playing with the necklace around his neck.
“Jungwon, truth or dare?”
His eyes darted up to yours. “Truth.”
You sighed because it was not the one you wanted him to pick. Luckily, you still had plenty of questions. “Why do you like watching Jay flirt with me?”
You saw them exchange glances.
Jungwon rubbed the back of his neck. “I liked…that he distracted you. I could see you get flustered and nervous around me since it wasn’t about me. You’d let me hold you and comfort you, something that would never happen if I-”
He stopped, and you noticed the growing tint of red on his cheeks.
“If you what?”
He leaned back on his hands, a teasing smile on his face. “You’ll have to wait for your next turn.”
You rolled your eyes, momentarily forgetting where you were sitting until Jay’s hand slipped under your shirt.
You inhaled sharply as his hand palmed your stomach, the contact making your hunger flourish with a new intensity.
Jay’s voice sounded close to your ear. “I guess it’s my turn now. Are you ready?”
You nodded, your head feeling heavy.
His breath made your skin tingle as he spoke. “Truth or dare y/n?”
Frankly, you were done playing games.
“Dare.”
He smiled against your neck, and a few seconds passed before he declared your fate.
“I dare you to kiss Jungwon.”
The room went silent.
You looked at Jungwon.
He was staring at Jay with wide eyes, all of his playful confidence gone as his carefully guarded desires were revealed to the world.
“You can still drink y/n,” Jay said, his voice smug.
You realized you didn’t want to, and even though Jay was the one who made your knees weak, you were so horny you didn’t particularly care who was doing the touching.
Your eyes flicked down to Jungwon’s lips, and you felt a spark of pleasure in your brain when you saw his eyes visibly darken with need. Plus, it was about time that Jungwon took his turn being the flustered one.
You moved to climb out of Jay’s lap, but his hands gripped your hips, holding you down. “Nope, he has to come to you.”
Jungwon didn’t hesitate. He moved until he was directly across from Jay’s legs, looking up at you with nervous anticipation.
Slowly, you hooked your hand behind his neck, playing with the ends of his hair as your eyes scanned his face.
You’d barely touched him, and he looked wrecked. His pupils were blown completely wide, his skin was hot, and his breathing came out in quick, shallow gasps. He kept looking between your eyes and your lips, like he was scared they’d disappear if he looked away for too long.
You smiled because you were starting to understand why Jungwon enjoyed seeing you like this. The way he was looking at you made your core ache just as much as Jay’s rogue fingers, and you wondered how many of the nights that he held you after watching you lose your mind over Jay ended with him stroking himself in his room.
Now, you could help each other.
You leaned in, and you felt him tentatively brush his nose against yours, his hot breath ghosting over your mouth before your lips finally touched.
His lips were soft, familiar like you’d kissed them thousands of times. You felt a warmth bloom in your chest like a campfire—intense but safe. Jungwon made a sound, and you felt his hand instinctively rise to brush your waist, like he wanted to hold you but didn’t want to overstep.
You grabbed his wrist and moved his hand the rest of the way, smiling against his lips as his fingers dug gratefully into your side.
That’s when you felt a finger press on your clit.
You gasped into Jungwon’s mouth as a surge of pleasure swept through your body, your grip on his hair tightening, causing a groan to slip from his lips.
“Don’t mind me,” Jay said, pulling your hair back from your neck and leaning down to kiss the sensitive skin, his finger still pressed firmly on your clit through your shorts.
Your focus was narrowed until all you could feel was the painful pressure between your legs and the warmth of Jungwon’s lips. But in that moment, it didn’t matter whose lips were whose, or whose hands; all that mattered was that you wanted them on you.
So you kissed Jungwon as if your life depended on it, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him as close as physics allowed, because on that floor—sandwiched between two boys that’d been devouring you with their eyes for hours—it felt like it did.
Jungwon responded to your sudden eagerness like he’d been waiting for it all his life, opening his mouth and letting your tongues dance like fated lovers, his hands gripping your waist with a claiming force.
Jay hadn’t stopped kissing your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin like he wanted to spell his own name in bruises. His fingers had started making light circles over your clothed core, the slight pressure driving you even crazier than direct contact. You shifted on his lap, trying to grind against his finger and increase the pressure. Every time, his other hand would pinch the skin on your inner thigh, making you arch and tremble against his back.
You desperately wanted to feel your skin pressed against his bare chest, so you moved one arm from around Jungwon’s neck and gripped the bottom of your sleep shirt, tugging it up against Jungwon’s hands. He got the message and detached from your lips with a wet pop, ripping your shirt off your body and tossing it to the side.
A broken groan escaped his lips as he took you in bare before him. “You’re more than I ever imagined.” He reached out and rolled one of your hard nipples between his thumb and index finger, smiling as you moaned at the contact.
“Do you like it when I touch you y/n?”
“Yes!” You gasped. “I love it when you touch me, Wonie.”
“God, you sound so pretty,” Jay said, teeth grazing over your ear.
You leaned your head back on his shoulder, sighing as your skin met his.
“Fuck Jungwon,” Jay said, his hand on your hip moving up to cup your other breast. “How did you hold back for so long?”
Jungwon took your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the sensitive bud. “I wanted her to beg for it.”
Jay smiled and forced your chin towards him, drinking in your wrecked expression with hungry eyes. “I don’t hear much begging.”
“Jay,” you breathed, “I want you so bad.”
“How bad?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“Yeah?” He sighed, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb.
You continued, the pressure in your core so intense it was making you delirious, Jungwon’s persistent mouth on your chest not helping. “I’ve wanted you for so long, I dreamed of you inside me, please.”
The sentence had barely left your mouth when he kissed you.
His lips were hungry, firm, devouring your mouth like a wild animal. One of your hands found his hair, and he growled, holding your chin towards him with an almost painful grip.
The room was filled with the sound of clashing tongues and wet licks, your strained moan occasionally cutting through the filth.
Jay’s hand had migrated under your sleep shorts, running up your folds through your soaked panties.
Your hips jerked against him with every stroke, begging for more.
He just smiled against your lips, never giving you the pressure you craved.
He was just as bad as Jungwon, preferring to watch you slowly come apart, much more than the end goal. You wondered if your roommate had learned it from him.
You were vaguely aware of Jungwon removing his hoodie and t-shirt, moving forward until you were basically straddled between them. His hands found your waistband, pulling your shorts down completely until you were naked besides your panties. He watched Jay’s hand run over your core with glazed eyes, his erection growing painfully in his pants.
When you felt Jungwon’s hand on your wrist, pulling it towards him, you broke the kiss with Jay to look, breathing heavily.
Jungwon placed your palm over his bulge, groaning as you squeezed softly.
You leaned forward, watching every twitch of pleasure on Jungwon’s face as you rubbed him. “How long have you been hiding this from me, Jungwon?”
He tilted his head back, moaning softly. “So long, baby.”
The pet name made you smile. “You should have just asked; you know how much I like to make you happy. My sweet Wonie, my perfect roommate. I could have helped you.”
His face was strained as he looked at you. “Really? You would have…?”
You lowered your voice, keeping your eyes locked. “Anything for you, Jungwon.”
That was enough to make him buck against your hand, and he pulled away from your touch, gasping as his legs trembled. “I almost came right there, and you barely touched me.”
“Take it off, Jungwon.”
He nodded, pulling at the waistband of his sweats, stripping down his pants, and his boxers in one motion. His cock sprang free, already dripping and angry with arousal.
You licked your lips and reached for him.
Jungwon sat back down, and when your fingers made contact, he groaned.
You slowly stroked his shaft, watching his face contort in pleasure at your touch.
You heard Jay sigh behind you, the sound sending a vibration through your back. “Need to see your face look like that,” he whispered.
Then his fingers slipped under your panties.
“Jay!” You moaned, pressing your back harder against his chest.
His finger swiped through your wet folds, the sound so filthy it made you arch against him.
You continued your strokes along Jungwon’s shaft, speeding up slightly when Jay’s fingers made your control slip.
Jungwon was a moaning mess under you, keeping himself propped up on his elbows as he watched you touch him while Jay made you squirm.
Jay put his other hand back on your breast, pinching your hard nipple as he continued to tease your entrance.
You brushed your finger over the slit on Jungwon’s tip; his sounds were the only thing keeping you grounded as Jay edged you.
“Fuck!” Jungwon groaned. “Talk to me, y/n; I want to hear your voice.”
“Wonie,” you gasped, trying to grind against Jay’s fingers. “I’ve always loved it when you touched me; you always made me feel good even when I was miserable.”
Jay’s thumb pressed against your clit, drawing a high-pitched moan from your throat. You pumped Jungwon’s dick with desperate speed, feeling the pressure in your core building.
Jungwon’s breathing was ragged. “y/n, I’m close!”
“Jay!” You sobbed, turning your head to bury your face in his neck.
Jay chuckled lowly and finally slipped two fingers past your entrance, a scream streaming from your lips as he curled up to hit your G-spot.
Your orgasm hit you like a truck, exploding through you like a parade of fireworks. You let go of Jungwon and gripped Jay’s knees with an iron grip as pleasure wracked your body.
Jungwon came right after, gasping as hot ropes of his cum shot out over your stomach and even Jay’s hand, which was still moving inside you as he helped you through your orgasm.
You ground on Jay’s hand as you rode out the aftershocks, your chest heaving as the hours of buildup were finally released.
When you were slumped against him, Jay removed his hand, eyes going to Jungwon as he studied the remnants of cum on his arm.
Jungwon lay on the ground with a lazy smile on his face. “Sorry, Jay Hyung.”
Jay just smirked and put his arm in front of your mouth. “Open up.”
Your mouth dropped open, too spent to be anything but obedient.
Jay put his hand on the back of your head and pushed you towards his arm, sighing as he watched you lick up the white substance. “Good girl.”
When you were done, you fell back onto Jay’s chest, finding solace in his warmth.
He chuckled. “You ok?”
You nodded, your eyes closed as you nuzzled your cheek into his neck. “I’m perfect.”
“Yeah, you are,” Jungwon said, watching you curl into Jay with nothing but adoration in his eyes.
“But I feel bad that you didn’t get to feel good, Jay.”
Jay stroked your hair. “Don’t feel bad; watching you was reward enough.”
You traced his collarbone with your finger, his skin so warm and smooth it was intoxicating. You remembered what you’d said to him earlier when he’d asked you to beg. You hadn’t lied; they weren’t just words spoken in desperation. You wanted Jay fully, and the fresh ache in your core told you that you weren’t ready for the night to end.
You put your lips next to his ear and lowered your voice into a whisper. “Jay, I still need you.”
He tensed under you, his hands that had been wandering over your waist stilling.
“y/n…” he said, his voice strained.
“What?” You pouted. “Do you not want me?”
He stared at your plump lips, and you could see the battle of restraint in his eyes. His expression alone answered your question, but you wanted to hear him say it.
“It’s not that, I just…” A muscle in his jaw twitched, and he looked at Jungwon, who was watching the two of you closely. “Jungwon has liked you for so long and I can’t-”
Jungwon cut him off. “It’s ok, Jay, do what she asks.”
“What?” Jay said.
You looked at your roommate, whose back was already propped against the table, his hand drifting to his hardening cock. “Fuck her, Jay Hyung.”
Jay searched your face for confirmation, his hand drifting down to your ass.
So you kissed him.
Jay groaned into your mouth, his lips moving with a new intensity now that the unspoken boundaries had been stripped away. One of his hands tangled in your hair while the other hooked under your thigh, holding you flush against him. He gently lowered you off his lap, pushing you onto your back on the carpet. He stood up and grabbed at the zipper on his jeans, sighing as his hard length finally sprang free.
“Jay,” you moaned. Your walls clenched at the sight of him, and you watched with bated breath as he slowly sank to his knees before you.
Beside you, Jungwon had started to stroke himself. His eyes were glassy as they flicked between Jay’s dick and your face, pupils widening as he watched your lips part in a needy whine. The effect your sounds had on him was almost concerning. He thought that he could spend the rest of his life hearing them and never get tired of it. He reminded himself to ask if he could record you next time.
Jay grabbed your legs and hooked them over his shoulders, smirking when you gasped at the sudden change in position. He hissed as he let his tip run through your folds, your wetness coating his length.
You clawed at the floor, fingers curling in the carpet as shockwaves of pleasure coursed through you in intense bursts. Your vagina clenched around nothing, wanting so desperately to be filled.
“You feel so fucking good.” Jay groaned. He teased your entrance, hovering at the rim of your hole, moving in small circles.
You tried to push yourself onto him, but he pulled back every time, watching with brutal satisfaction as a few tears spilled down your face.
“Jay!” You sobbed, so frustrated you didn’t know what to do with yourself. You didn’t think you’d wanted anything more in your life.
“Shh, it’s ok, baby.” Jungwon appeared by your head. He stroked your hair and peppered kisses down your face. “Just a little longer, ok?”
You reached for him; his voice a beacon in the dark, more comforting than you could put into words.
Jungwon interlaced your fingers and leaned down to kiss your lips.
You gripped his hair, holding onto him like a lifeline.
His kiss was deep and claiming, full of unspoken confessions and pent-up desires. With every move of his lips, you remembered the way he held you to his chest after a long day, or the way he hovered near you at a party, only a step away whenever you needed him.
You were lost in it, lost in him, and then you felt a pressure between your legs, and with a strangled groan, Jay pushed inside of you.
You cried out, ripping your mouth away from Jungwon as you threw your head back, the stretch so good you were seeing white.
Since you were still wet from earlier, Jay wasted no time. He moved inside of you in eager thrusts, his rhythm hard and devastating.
“You’re so tight,” he growled, “so fucking perfect for me.”
Jungwon kept stroking your hair, his other hand on his cock as he pumped himself in time with Jay’s thrusts. “Keep going, Jay Hyung, she’s so pretty right now.”
Jay’s grip tightened on your hips as he deepened his thrusts, studying the pleasure on your face with the same care and intensity he studied his F1 races.
You were a moaning wreck, your sounds getting higher and more frequent as you felt your orgasm building.
Jungwon removed his hand from your hair and shifted towards where Jay was slipping inside of you. With one hand never leaving his dick, his gaze turned towards you; he reached down and pressed two fingers on your clit.
You screamed, tears streaming down your face as he started making firm, consistent circles over the sensitive bud.
He pumped himself harder, his breaths turning ragged as he approached his climax.
Jay had started slamming into you with frantic snaps against your pelvis, his eyes wide as short gasps stumbled from his lips.
You were all close, all chasing a release you’d been thinking of the second Jungwon turned down Jay’s roommate offer. Beginning the slow-burn cycle of stolen glances and loaded words that left you all aching by the end of the day.
You came first.
A broken cry ripped from your throat as you felt your walls clamp down around Jay, spasms of pleasure flowing through your body in waves.
Jay followed you, gasping as his hot seed filled you to the brim, your pussy milking him dry. He slowed his thrusts as he helped you through it, the two of you moaning in harmony.
Jungwon was last. He jerked himself off with quick strokes of his hand, wrecked whines slipping from between his lips as he came for the second time that night. He aligned himself so most of it landed around your mouth, and you licked up as much as you could, finding the way he followed the flicks of your tongue addicting.
The smell of sex lingered over the room like a cloud, the only sound the heaving of your mingled breaths.
Jay pulled out of you, groaning as your bodies came apart with a wet squelch. He collapsed next to you, eyes closed as he caught his breath.
Jungwon crawled to the vacant space between your legs, licking his lips before leaning down to clean up Jay’s cum leaking down your thighs.
You whimpered, oversensitive and spent, too weak to shove him away.
“Jay, would you get her face?” Jungwon said, voice muffled between your legs.
Jay sighed, opening his eyes and leaning over you. He kissed away the remains of Jungwon’s mess, tongue flicking over your skin as he licked up every drop. When he was done, he kissed you softly, and you moaned when you tasted Jungwon’s cum on his lips.
He smirked, “You’re a filthy little thing, aren’t you?”
You kissed him again, a smile on your lips. “Only for you.”
When Jungwon was finished, he lay down on your other side, his hand moving to your waist as he pulled your back against his chest. He kissed your shoulder. “How do you feel?”
You placed your hand over his on your waist, brushing his fingers. “Tired.”
“But a good tired?” Jay asked.
You laughed. “Yeah, pretty good.”
“So I didn’t ruin our friendship?” Jungwon asked, face buried in your hair.
You smiled. “No, Wonie, I think you made it better.”
“So…we can do this again?”
You giggled at the hope in his voice. “All three of us?”
Jay pushed a strand of hair out of your face. “If you want.”
You ran your hand down Jay’s chest, smiling when his muscles flexed under your touch. You could get used to this.
“Yes, I’d like that.”
Jungwon made a noise somewhere between a gasp and a laugh, peppering kisses down your neck, his lips curved into a smile against your skin. “Now I can stop pretending everything you do doesn’t drive me insane.”
Jay leaned in and kissed you softly. “You know, at first, I only flirted because Jungwon asked me to, but somewhere along the way, I started believing what I was saying.”
You grinned, brushing his cheek with your thumb. “So you’re in?”
how exactly do you go about your favourite member of your favourite band giving you his number?
content: smau ˑ jay x reader ˑ profanity/mature language ˑ fluff ˑ niki and jake are readers bsfs ˑ idk lol
a/n: im trying something different with this but lowkey this might be a flop LMFAO. if anyone is feeling ts and wants a part 2 lmk😔 also peep the band and song names mwahahah... (if u get it ur goated)
your 'best friend' just gets a little jealous when you talk to other guys...
content: jealousbsf!jungwon ˑ x reader ˑ smau ˑ angst(ish?) ˑ slight toxic vibes ˑ bestfriends to lovers ˑ jungwon is possessive ˑ jungwon has an attitude... ˑ jake is always the culprit lol
a/n: thinking abt what jw said in that one live where he was talking abt being jealous... mwahahahah - also sorry if this is kind of ooc idk, this is obviously fiction lol ˑ also someone count the amount of times bro is said LMFAO its like a million
☪︎ p. jongseong x reader
&&. non-idol au. boy bsf!jay. -> bf!jay. implied fem reader. (even more) downbad jay. est. relationship. suggestive humor. 9 ss. series masterlist.
all content is purely fictional !
SYNOPSIS park sunghoon experienced love at first sight when he first laid eyes on his friends older sister. a series of sunghoon desperately trying to do anything in his power to get the girl and yang jungwon cockblocking him for funsies.
GENRE smau, fluff, highschool/college au, crack, sunghoon having no shame
synopsis: in which a soft smile jake gave y/n across the lecture hall was the start of her crush. jake was a cute guy, impossible to ignore. y/n always talked about him to her friends, what if jake did the same?
smau au
•status: finished
featuring: enhypen (ot7), yunjin (le sserafim), rei (ive), giselle (aespa), anton (riize).
profiles
anton's silly fans | jaywon and friends
chapters
001 he has been promoted!
002 sunsun and friends
003 come back twin...
004 life's worth living
005 reassurance por favor
006 am i the huzz?
007 oh who is you?
008 my little sunshine
009 yes finally progress
010 character development
011 prolly not
012 live tweeing
013 y/nyun crumbs
014 #jakedownfall
015 his greed sickens me
016 y/n DELETE
017 that's bae
taglist: @roavinza @needywwon @woninlove @cokewithcameron @itsglitt @lilisznq @areikii @hyyhwriter @chocoblogs @clowpjm @sievenderz @enhaxlhs @natainred @rikishu @shaiimuraaa @love4yubin @4myseven @yangw0ni3 @swo07sh @strwbysunoo @dina-10s-blog @bestboileeknow @mfcherry @ni-kimyman4real @jungwonsrealwife1 (comment if u wanna be added or removed!)
contents… 📂 ׄ 𓂂 smau, established relationship, sunghoon is lowk a loser, reader is kinda mean to him but he’s right where he wants to be, sliiightly suggestive
warnings: suggestive!!! making out, jealousy, euijoo is a teeny tiny bit of a tease maybe
a/n: yay euijoo!!!!! i just know my love mona will love this (i mean i hope so… it’s euijoo) but anyways i love ariana i love this song
i ain’t talkin’ money i’m just physically obsessed
and i’m greedy
byun euijoo was an angel sent upon this earth.
he was everything anyone could ever dream of - considerate, gentle, loving, thoughtful. he remembered all his friend’s birthdays, he made sure that everyone he cares about felt appreciated, he was always there whenever you needed a lending hand. he was also extremely goddamn attractive.
his face was sculpted by gods themselves. euijoo had the figure of an angel, a waist women would get jealous of, and a pair of eyes so enthralling it would be a crime not to stare into them. every single time your eyes glanced his way, he’d send you a smile - that damn smile, so stupidly perfect it made you melt even on the coldest of days, heart fluttering each time. you tried your best to bury those feelings, though. he was your best friend, after all.
you always danced around that thin line between friends and something more - tiptoeing around it with careful steps, neither of you sure whether to cross it or not. to strangers surrounding you, it looked like something more than just friendship: a bond filled with tension, touches lingering just a second too long, eye contact kept far longer than necessary. neither of you acted upon it, though - maybe because you were too shy, maybe because you were too unsure of whether he actually reciprocated those feelings which you hid deep within.
it took one party for all of it to change, though.
one girl getting a little too close to euijoo - her hand on his shoulder, laughing at something he said, body leaning into his in a way which made your stomach turn and your jaw tighten.
it took you exactly a week filled with enormous amounts of frustration every time you looked his way to realise exactly why it was bothering you so much. you liked him. you didn’t want to deny it anymore. you couldn’t. the line you thought you were dancing around all this time has been long crossed, and it just so happened that your dear best friend had a similar realization not long ago.
which was exactly how you found yourself at his apartment.
your hands flew to his brown hair, tugging at it lightly as you got lost in the kiss - the moment a mix of pent up frustration and desire flowing deep within your bodies, lips moving against each other with hunger. his chest felt hot pressed up against you, perfectly contrasting the cool sensation coming from the wall behind you.
‘she was too close.’ you mumbled against his lips, hearing him chuckle into the kiss at your words. ‘touching you like you were hers. annoying.’
euijoo’s hand went up to cup your face, his fingers gentle against your flushed skin.
‘it’s been a week since that happened.’ he chuckled, cheeks rising as he smiled, a hint of cockiness clearly visible in the way he stared at you. ‘did it make you that jealous?’
‘mhm.’
euijoo leaned back for just a second, eyes scanning your face with need, and yet holding back from kissing you again just yet. his smile turned into something more sinister, almost as if he wanted to toy with you a bit before actually giving you what you want.
‘i’m afraid i didn’t hear an answer, my love.’
you sighed, defeated, euijoo’s smile only growing in size at your reaction.
‘it did. it did make me that jealous.’ you admitted, arms crossed over your chest, seeing his eyes glint with a hint of something darker, almost primal at your words. ‘i guess i’m just that greedy.’
‘oh, is that so? that’s… cute.’ euijoo murmured as he inched closer, a newfound confidence taking over him. his face was mere millimetres from yours - so close that you could feel his hot breath hitting your face, the proximity making him even more irresistible.
and to think just last week you still pretended he was only your friend.
your lips connected with his once more - the kiss hungry and passionate, your hands grabbing his shirt to bring him as close as humanly possible, wanting there to be no space left between your bodies. his hand slid lower, his grip on your waist firm and you couldn’t help but melt into his touch, almost at the mercy of his every move.
you never felt like this with anyone else before: but euijoo was different. you loved him - it wasn’t just a physical attraction, but something deeper, something that had been growing and blooming for far longer than any of you have truly realised. an adoration that might’ve as well been growing ever since you first met, ever since his eyes first met yours long ago.
euijoo was… special.
his plump lips moved to the side of your jaw, tracing kisses down your neck, tongue dragging along your skin in a cool sensation. you gasped at his actions - only fuelling his confidence.
‘i’m glad you finally stopped denying it.’ euijoo mumbled against your skin, moving up to your lips again.
‘denying what exactly?’
‘that you like me a tad bit too much to be just friends.’ his voice was almost a whisper, his breath hot on your skin as he inched closer, noses brushing. ‘i don’t think i could’ve waited any longer.’
you smiled at his words, the look in your eyes soft and adorning for just a few seconds.
‘you’ll never get rid of me now, you know?’ you joked, looking up to meet his eyes. euijoo chuckled.
❤️ summary: you’ve been dating fuma for 6 months, but he’s still hesitant to go too far with you for reasons you don’t quite understand. fortunately for you, what you thought was a regular phone call with your best friend turns out to be the final push you both need to be honest about what you want.
🤍 genre: established relationship, lots of fluff, little bit of angst sprinkled in here but it's not too bad dw ❤️, over half of it is basically smut (which drives me insane since it's fuma 🤩)
❤️ rating: 18+ (mdni)
🤍 word count: ~8.7k words
❤️ content warnings: bestie yuma is kinda the hero of this story tbh, slight voyeurism (?) bc reader listens in on fuma, angst due to hard conversation, lots of reassurrance from reader bc fuma is worried for reasons, ‼️size kink‼️, kissing & making out, grinding/teasing, size training, oral (m. & f. receiving), hair pulling, face-fucking, dirty talk, crying (not the bad kind), praising, slight manhandling (strength kink peeking around the corner like 👀), cursing (fuck is said a lot), reader and fuma are so in love w/ each other pls ❤️
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a/n: soooo... fuma size kink, anyone? 👀 this idea came to me the other day and i could not get it out of my head so here is the product of that. special thanks to my amazing and wonderful bestie @justawenotype for beta-ing for me (even though fuma is also one of her biases so she’s suffering along with me on this one 🤩)
also can anyone tell what my fave &t song is 🥰
the goal is to try to turn this into a series since i have other ideas - but we'll see! pls enjoy this installment of fuma size training, thank you ❤️
“Yuma,” you whined as your best friend’s laugh filtered through your phone’s speaker, “it’s not funny.”
He kept up the laughter for a few more seconds before he finally gave you mercy. “Babe, you know I love you so much, but you have got to start using your critical thinking skills more often.”
“Oh, fuck off,” you answered him with no real bite to your tone. This was how you and Yuma had always been — the playful banter and insults that weren’t actually said with any real meaning behind them.
“Fine, fine. Please tell me more about how you think your boyfriend doesn’t want to fuck you until you can't stand, then.”
“Shh!” You were quick to cover the phone with your hand before you held it closer to your ear. “He might hear you!”
“Where is he now?”
“In the shower, but—”
“Oh, that’s perfect actually!”
You narrowed your eyes. “Yuma…”
“Do me a favor, yeah? Go to the bathroom door.”
You let out a dramatic sigh loud enough for him to hear. “Yu, whatever you’re trying to pull—”
“Just trust me,” he interrupted, and you could hear the eagerness with which he spoke. “Promise it’ll be worth it.”
He sounded sincere, which was rare given how Yuma was usually the one always teasing and making others laugh. He really wanted you to do… whatever this was.
You tiptoed toward the bathroom door, the sound of water splashing against ceramic tile increasing with each step. There was practically no way Fuma could hear you from inside the shower, but you wanted to be careful anyway.
Fuma always liked to surprise you, after all.
One of his most long-standing surprises being the fact that after all your time together, he still hadn’t initiated anything with you other than some heavy makeout sessions and maybe some grinding if you were lucky.
It bothered you more than you’d like to admit, which is why you were having this conversation in the first place. You let it slip to Yuma earlier over the phone that you thought your boyfriend didn’t find you desirable enough to go further and Yuma’s loud laugh threw you off so suddenly that you made sure you called the right number before responding again.
“Ok, I’m here. Now what, O Wise One?”
Yuma’s chuckle made you feel a little better despite the fact that your heart was beating rapidly. You knew Fuma was on the other side of the door, standing in the shower as water cascaded down his perfectly sculpted, muscular body.
His body that you’ve only seen some of but not all, no matter how much you craved it. You’d never push him into anything of course, as you knew he wouldn’t with you.
But you could not for the life of you figure out why any kind of heated intimacy always stopped when it did.
“Do something for me,” Yuma shrugged off your snarky comment in favor of getting to the point he very clearly needed you to comprehend. “Put your ear against the door.”
“Yu—”
“Just,” he interrupted with a sterner tone than you were used to, “please, just do it.”
You placed your other ear against the door, and for a few seconds all you heard was the intensified sound of the water from inside, louder now with how you were listening through the channel of the wood.
“And I’m doing this because?” You whispered into the phone, still trying to keep it down even though there was still no way for Fuma to hear you from there.
“Tell me what you hear.”
A frustrated groan slipped out of you. “I hear water. Revolutionary, I know.”
“Hey, chill,” Yuma laughed again. “Give it a few seconds. Just listen and tune everything else out.”
You did as you were told, straining to listen as hard as you could for 10 seconds before you were ready to give Yuma another piece of your mind.
Before you could open your mouth, though, you heard it. A quiet, but unmistakable noise, one that you’d not heard enough before yet to really believe it was what it must’ve been.
Another, louder noise followed the first, and you realized with a startling clarity that what you were hearing were moans.
Fuma was moaning. And the fact that you could hear it at all through the door and with the shower running was really doing something to you.
Yuma, thankfully, was still being quiet on the other end, until he finally broke the ‘silence’ a few moments later.
“You heard it, didn’t you?”
You swallowed around the lump in your throat that you’d just noticed was there. “How- how did you know—”
“You forget Fuma was my friend before he was your loverboy. We do still talk, you know.”
Your grip on your phone tightened. “Explain.”
Yuma hummed like he had to think it over. You thought you might actually break your phone with how hard you were holding it if he didn’t give you an answer soon.
“Fuma is…well, you know him. A sweetheart, kindest guy you’ll ever meet. And,” Yuma’s tone was a little more serious as he continued, “he’s so fucking in love with you it’s ridiculous.”
You heart thudded against your chest for a moment while you smiled and waited for him to go on. You knew it to be true. You and Fuma loved each other so much that your friends (jokingly) would comment all the time on how sickeningly sweet your relationship was.
With your ear still pressed against the door, you were hearing moans more frequently and less hindered now, like Fuma truly had no idea you were there. The way he sounded stuttered somewhat, like he might be holding back, made you want to scream.
Part of you felt a little…dirty about it, when you really thought about what you were doing. But Yuma wouldn’t have told you to without a good reason and that was the logic you used to justify it for the time being.
“I’ve seen how some of his past relationships ended, and I know why they have—”
“Failing to see how exes come into play here.” It was a sore spot for you, which Yuma knew, and you frowned at the mention.
“If you let me finish,” Yuma let out a huff, “you’ll understand in literally seconds.”
Yuma took your silence as a queue to continue.
“Fuma is a big guy. Anyone who looks at him can see that immediately. For some people, like you —the pervert that you are—”
“What the hell, Yu,” you gasped, appalled. “Where did that come from?”
Yuma laughed and went on, unfazed by your objection. “For you, his size is great. Something you’ve admitted to me yourself, by the way.”
He had you there. Poor Yuma had willingly sat through many of your musings about how you wished Fuma would just pull you into his strong arms and use those big hands of his to manhandle you like you’d been dreaming of for so long now.
“For others, not so much. It’s been a problem before.”
The idea of anyone not liking Fuma for something he couldn’t control made you frown.
Also, who in their right mind would find his size to be a problem? You honestly couldn’t fathom it.
“Long story short,” Yuma’s tone was serious once more, “he’s worried about his size being an issue again.”
“He’s worried about it how?”
Yuma sighed for a second. “He’s worried about… well, you.”
Another painful thud in your chest.
“He’s so used to people not being able to handle him or not even being willing to try, and he’s lowkey terrified that you might be like… ‘scared away’ if he tries anything.”
“How do you know this?”
A longer moan could be heard through the door this time, and you so desperately needed to be on the other side of that door or have Fuma here with you.
“You think you’re the only one who’s told me those fucked up fantasies you have in your head?”
Oh. Oh.
Honestly, yeah, you hadn’t considered that possibility. You could feel the flush creeping up your neck when you thought about the words ‘Fuma’ and ‘fantasies’ pertaining to you.
“Babe,” Yuma brought you out of your thoughts, “he wants you so fucking bad, I’m actually amazed he hasn’t broken yet.”
You gulped again. “So do I just… wait? For him to snap?”
“I meeeean, I honestly think you probably need to just tell him and show him what you want and y’all take it from there.”
You heard the shower faucet being turned off and the water sounds started to dissipate. You’d never ran back to the bed so fast in your life.
Breathing heavier from your sudden sprint, you asked Yuma once more for reassurance. “You’re sure?”
“Positive,” he sounded genuine. “Now go get that dick!”
“I can’t stand you sometimes,” you facepalmed your forehead as a grin stretched across your face.
“Love you, too,” you could hear the smile in his voice. “And babe?”
“Yeah?”
You heard a devious chuckle before he finished with a “Good luck.”
Yuma hung up before you had a chance to say anything else. You sat on the bed, processing all the info you’d just learned and feeling the way your heartbeat sped up every time you replayed those moans in your head.
You knew Fuma’s after shower routine usually could take a few minutes, so you used that little time to collect yourself and come up with a gameplan.
The bathroom doorknob turning sounded so much louder than it usually did, and you were holding your breath while you waited for the door to swing open.
Steam exited the room first before you were able to see the absolute vision that was your boyfriend. Fuma walked out, towel securely wrapped around his waist, like normal. You could never get over just how beautiful he was, and any time you got to see his bare chest you counted it as a massive win for you.
It didn’t matter that it happened basically everyday. To you, a win is a win.
When his eyes found you — sitting on the bed trying to be casual, wearing one of his shirts that hit mid-thigh with how you were seated — he smiled at you with so much fondness that your stomach turned.
You were so in love with this man.
And you wanted him so bad.
“Hey, love.” His voice always made you feel things, and those feelings were amplified to an alarming degree now after what you just went through.
He walked over to your shared dresser to find some clothes. The muscles in his back rippled as he searched one drawer and then another. His hair was still dripping with water, and you watched as some droplets rolled down his back.
Fuma was humming a familiar melody while he looked for something to dress in before he would join you on the bed, all while acting like he didn’t have a care in the world.
Acting like he didn’t just (unknowingly) flip your world upside down with those noises he made.
You were about to lose it.
"Hey, baby. How," you tried to subtly clear your throat, "how was your shower?"
You saw him peek at you over his shoulder and for the briefest of seconds you thought you'd been caught.
At least you did until he smiled again. "It was good," he phrased it as a question, tone amused. "It was a shower?"
"Good, that's— yeah, that's good."
Way to be smooth about it.
Fuma didn't seem bothered by your, admittedly, somewhat strange response. He simply chuckled and turned his attention back to the clothing.
"What were you up to when I was gone?" You got lost in the motion of his back muscles again before you shook your head to try and rid yourself of the distraction. "You play more Pokopia?"
"Uh, no, actually," you looked over at the Switch 2 console nestled safely in your TV dock, ready for you to be doing just that. "I was talking to Yuma on the phone."
You watched Fuma still in his movements for a moment, the sudden pause making you curious. It was so quick you almost missed it, but you were so attuned to everything to do with Fuma that it was hard to slip something by you.
Well… usually it was hard. Apparently he'd been great at it for who knows how long, hiding those pretty moans from you behind the guise of him taking a shower.
"Oh? How's he doing?"
Fuma's voice was… off.
You remembered then that Fuma had actually just seen Yuma the day before, which made it odd for him to ask you how Yuma was doing.
"He's Yuma, same as always." You paused for a second before you added "Probably the same as when you saw him yesterday."
Fuma laughed, the sound unsure, like even he knew it didn't sound right. He was halfway facing you and halfway facing the dresser now. He raised a hand and rubbed at the nape of his neck, a nervous habit of his that you usually found cute, depending on the situation.
Now, the gesture worried you.
"Ha, right, that was kind dumb of me to ask, huh?"
You shook your head, frowning when he turned to face the dresser again. "There's never a dumb question, you know that, Fuu."
"Right, of course." He picked up the same shirt you'd already watched him grab multiple times now. Typically, you'd both be in bed by now, cuddled up ready to play some game or watch something, just enjoying each other's company.
"Baby," you called to him, watching him turn that same shirt over and over in his hands 3 times before he set it down to find a different one.
"Hm?" It was soft, almost too low for you to hear.
"Look at me. Please?"
Fuma set down the shirt he'd just picked up and you saw what looked like him taking a deep breath. He turned around to face you then, leaning against the dresser and making sure to hold onto his towel with one hand in case it was to fall.
Oh, how you wished he was comfortable enough to just let it fall. Knowing what you knew now about his hesitation for anything intimate due to his size, you were determined to do whatever you could to alleviate his worry about that even being a possibility.
You stood up and walked over to him, having to look up once you were in front of him due to the slight height difference between the two of you. His face was almost neutral, but you could see the tiniest bit of something stirring underneath.
You reached up to caress the side of his face. He closed his eyes and looked a little more like himself when he leaned his cheek into your palm.
"Talk to me," your voice was soft as you searched his eyes when he opened them again. "What's going on?"
"What do you mean," Fuma deflected by asking another question. He was having a hard time, because you knew he'd never want to lie to you, but he also wouldn't want you to be concerned about something going on with him.
He was always the one taking on the brunt of the struggles you two had faced that life would throw at you from time to time. He never treated it like the two of you weren't a partnership and had equal roles in the relationship, but you knew it made him happy to take care of things, and mostly to take care of you.
You were his main priority. He made that very clear when you both decided that you were serious about being together beyond something casual.
But you needed him to know that it worked both ways — that you also wanted to take care of him, that he was also your priority.
"It feels like something's bothering you." Your hand trailed from his cheek to the side of his neck. You swiped your thumb gently across the skin there and relished in how it made him almost shiver.
"I want to help. Let me help."
You saw his eyes drift to your lips for barely a second before he brought them back up to look into yours.
"Everything's fine, love. I promise."
He certainly sounded truthful, so you didn't think he was trying to lie to you. And you felt like he genuinely thought that everything was fine.
'Fine' isn't what you wanted, though. You wanted him to be comfortable, to stop being afraid of things that happened in his past when his present and future were here, with you.
You didn't want to push things, either. So, you settled for what felt right in the moment: you placed both of your palms on his chest and leaned up to meet him in a kiss.
The sudden movement of your hands and the unexpectedness of the kiss left Fuma faltering for a moment before he started kissing you back. The hand that had been holding onto his towel moved to hold your hip while the other caressed your face the same as you'd done to him earlier.
His lips moved against yours in a rhythm you were familiar with. Unhurried, yet firm, like you both had all the time in the world and nothing existed outside of your space here together in this moment.
You could tell when things were starting to escalate how they often did. The way Fuma's breathing would change, subtle but sure. How his grip would readjust wherever he was holding you and you'd feel the strength behind it.
The main difference was you were in this current position with him being only in a towel and not fully clothed like usual. Your heart soared at the idea that maybe, just maybe, he was becoming more comfortable after all.
When you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer, the small gasp he let out against your lips was enough to make you burn with all of the passion you wanted to share with him so desperately.
Your tongue found his, which wasn't a way the two of you would usually kiss but you also hadn't gotten much past this part of anything happening before. Fuma's reaction triggered your own: the quiet noise that left him went straight to your core.
Since this had already gone so well, and Fuma seemed just as into it as you were, you got a little bolder. You started trailing your mouth along his jaw, leaving kisses that lingered in areas you thought might be sensitive (luckily for you, they were).
He let out a sigh, both hands now holding your waist. His fingers flexed and he squeezed you harder when you placed a wet kiss on a certain place on his neck.
You were already so wet from just this alone, you craved this man with your entire being, and you knew he felt the same.
He'd just been so afraid to cross that line, to take that leap.
It wasn't until he felt you grind against him that he pulled away. He acted like doing so was painful, with the way his eyes closed and his brows furrowed. He rested his forehead against yours as he tried to calm his breathing.
"Wait," his tone was breathy and it drove you crazy. "Just— wait a second."
You waited, ready to give him anything and everything. He just had to show you what he wanted, what he needed.
"We can," he paused to inhale, "stop. Stop here."
Your stomach turned again, but in a completely opposite way than before.
"Do you want to stop?"
It was something you'd never asked him before. Usually you would just agree and the two of you would go about your day — you often ached well after the fact, the dull throbbing where you wanted him most unwilling to subside when you were wrapped in his arms afterwards.
"I—" he opened his eyes slowly, pulling back so he could look at you. "No. I never want to."
You absolutely didn't expect such a blunt answer, but again: a win is a win.
"Then we don't have to," you tried to give him another kiss, not to re-initiate anything but just because you once again felt like it was right.
Fuma dodged your lips, leaving you to kiss his cheek instead.
"But we should," he answered so quietly you almost questioned if he had said anything at all.
Your chest ached for him. After dating for 6 months with minimal — but very welcome — intimacy, you'd be lying if you said you weren't 100% ready for this. You needed to prove to him just how much you wanted this, how much you wanted him. And you needed to do it before you let this progress disappear and place you both back to square one.
"Fuu," you started, relieved when he looked up at your nickname for him, "why do you think we should stop?"
He took a deep breath and absentmindedly held one of your hands while he tried to find the words to answer.
"I'm… worried."
"About?" This was more progress, you were elated to realize.
You watched his eyes drop to the floor. "Worried I could hurt you."
He sounded strained, like saying the words out loud physically hurt him to do so. "I never want to hurt you."
Your hand squeezed his, hoping it came off as reassuring.
"You won't hurt me."
Fuma sighed and ran a hand through his now damp hair. "You don't know that."
"I don't have to know, because I'm sure," you let go of his hand holding yours and placed each of yours on either side of his face, making him look at you again. "You won't hurt me."
Fuma bit his lip, looking conflicted. You could tell he wanted to elaborate but something was holding him back.
The only thing you could think to do now was just come right out and say it if he couldn't do it himself.
"I heard you earlier. I know you want this, too." You held eye contact and didn't waver. "You're not too big for me. I can take it. Please."
Your voice was calm and confident, and you could see just how affected he was by what you'd said and how you'd said it. His eyes widened and his breathing quickened just enough for you to notice.
"How did you know—"
"That doesn't matter," you tried not to sound suspicious, but you wanted this conversation to stay on track and you didn't want to accidentally give away that Yuma basically spelled it out for you. "What matters is I know you're scared. And I'm telling you that you don't need to be."
Fuma let out a small laugh, almost like he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "I'm gonna lose my mind."
"Let me lose it with you," you were so determined to make him understand just how much you loved him and trusted him, how much you wanted to do this. "I want this. I want you. I want to do this with you."
Fuma swallowed before he let out a shaky breath. "Are you sure?"
"Yes." You didn't even hesitate.
He still looked like something was holding him back. "You're absolutely sure? I don't know my own strength sometimes, so I need you to be positive before we try anything."
"I promise," you gave him a quick kiss, soft yet you also hoped purposeful in what you wanted to convey. "I'm sure."
He sighed again, but it didn't sound so heavy this time, like instead of weighing him down it was relieving some weight he'd been holding.
When that sincere smile you adored was finally back on his face, you felt like a weight had also been lifted from you. His tongue darted out to wet his lips before he said the words that you didn't know you'd been waiting so long to hear.
"I want this, too."
Fuma surprised you by the way he grabbed a hold of your waist and pulled you flush against him. One hand tilted your chin up so he could lean down and kiss you this time, and it took your breath away.
Since he'd pulled you in this time, you chanced grinding against him again. The groan that escaped him was one of the most beautiful and devastatingly attractive noises you'd ever heard in your entire life.
It was your first time hearing anything like that from Fuma, and if one noise was able to make you wet the way that just did, then you were fucked.
You registered the noise before you processed how he felt against you.
He was already so hard, you could tell through the towel. It made your head spin when he pushed back against you, letting you feel all of him.
Fuma was fucking huge. Which, you honestly could've guessed, but nothing would probably be enough to prepare you for the real thing.
And you hadn't even seen his cock yet. You clenched around nothing at just the idea of how thick and long he was, eager to finally get to see all of him the way you'd been fantasizing about.
You palmed him over the towel, making him gasp into the kiss and jolt like he'd been shocked.
"Fuck," he whispered it like he was falling apart from one touch.
And, if he wanted this as much as you did, then he likely was.
You added more pressure with your palm, thrilled at how his arms wound around you to keep you there against him. He wasn't holding onto you anymore; he was enveloping you, caging you in his strong arms. You kissed the column of his throat, keeping a steady pace with your occupied hand.
He buried his face in the crook of your neck, letting out quiet but obvious moans as you started trying to move faster. When you started to try and untuck the towel, he grabbed your wrist to stop you.
"Fuu?"
You could feel his uneven breaths on your neck, spiking sensitivity in areas you didn't know would react that way.
"Do you think we're going too fast?"
His question sounded slightly muffled since he hadn't lifted his head, but you could still hear the worry in his tone.
"Baby," you tried to lean back so he would lift his head again. Once he did, you continued. "I want to go at the pace you want to go at. Ok? Whatever that looks like, that's what I want with you."
He closed his eyes as he processed your words, groaning at the idea. "Match my pace? God — you have no idea how crazy that would make me."
"Then show me," you pleaded. You were soaked and wanted nothing more than to keep touching Fuma and making him feel good.
To your dismay, he shook his head, but he was smiling as he did. "Not this time, love. I need to have some restraint."
"Says who?" You pouted, pleased that it made him laugh.
"Says me." He placed a kiss on your forehead. You could still feel how painfully hard he was against you, and the contrast of that with the soft forehead kiss almost made you dizzy.
"Then what do you want to do?" You were leaving the ball in his court. This could all end here if he wanted and you'd be completely fine.
You just wanted to be with him, whatever that entailed.
You also really wanted to see and feel his cock without anything in the way, but one step at a time.
"Well," his hand holding your wrist started to trace small patterns there as he got lost in thought. "My mind is kinda racing right now, I can't think about anything except…"
"Except?" You prompted him to continue.
He smiled, almost shyly, but the look in his eyes was one that held no shyness whatsoever.
"Except fucking you until I forget my name."
You swore you felt the room tilt.
Fuma wasn't one to usually say something vulgar like that either, but the way your body had a visceral reaction to that one sentence made you wish he would do it much more now after all this.
It also wasn't lost on you that he didn't say until you forget your name, but until he forgets his name.
"Please, want that," you said it without thinking. The way you could feel his laughter as it rumbled through his chest was just one more thing to make you feel insane about this man.
"You are surprisingly much more— into all of this than I thought you might be." He brought your wrist that he was still holding to his lips. He placed a tender kiss there, letting it linger as he held eye contact.
Fuma knew wrist-kissing was a weakness of yours, but two could play at that game.
You still had the use of one of your hands. You also had an idea.
"I'm into you," you responded, taking a risk and palming him once more as you did, "and everything that comes along with that."
Your emphasis on 'everything' was clear with the way you gripped him firmer when you said it.
"Ah," he closed his eyes, mouth still on your wrist as his hips started to move against your hand.
Since you were still taking risks—
"We'll start slow," you reassured him as you kissed his chest, continuing a path down as you settled on your knees in front of him. "We don't have to go all the way today."
The last kiss you placed was above his V-line that barely peeked out from the towel. You looked up, ready to make sure he was ok with this before you went any further.
What you didn't expect to see was Fuma gripping the dresser behind him with both hands like he needed it for support. His mouth was slightly agape, small pants coming out as he looked down at you. When his eyes found yours, he grunted and you could see how he had to readjust his grip on the polished wood. His biceps flexed with the motion, and it made you wonder just how hard he was holding on.
"Oh my God—" Fuma leaned his head back, depriving you of your beloved eye contact. "I'm gonna die."
"This ok?" You ran your fingers along his torso right above where the towel stopped, revelling in how he shivered at the contact.
"I— yeah, hah, it's um— it's great."
Fuma's flustered response made you giggle. "So I can take this off?" You tugged gently on the towel, but not enough to make it fall.
He finally looked back down at you again, and for a moment his face was unsure. But as soon as it appeared the unsureness disappeared just as fast, and he gave you a smile that left you speechless. He nodded before saying exactly what you needed to hear:
"Please."
You wasted no time in removing the fabric, unable to help the gasp you let out at the sight of him.
He was as huge as you thought he would be, and somehow maybe even bigger. You didn't mean to stare, but honestly, you couldn't take your eyes off of him.
"Wow," you finally managed to get out. You didn't say it loudly, but Fuma's answering moan let you know he heard it.
"So pretty, baby," you had to let him know. You needed him to know how beautiful he was, past experiences be damned.
His cock twitched in front of your face, prompting you to look up at him again. He was biting his bottom lip now, eyes focused on you like if he looked away the illusion of you sitting so pretty on your knees in front of him might shatter.
You steadied him with your hand, loving how full it felt when you wrapped your hand around it as much as you could.
"You… you mean it?"
Fuma's response took you off guard, but you answered immediately.
"Yes, I do." You placed a small kiss on the tip of his cock, hearing the hiss Fuma let out and feeling proud that you made that happen.
"You're beautiful, Fuu." Another small kiss. "Can I show you?"
He gulped and nodded. "Y-yeah."
In another circumstance you might have giggled at how nervous he was, but you offered him a soft smile instead.
"Let me make you feel good."
You opened your mouth to take him in, quickly realizing that you would need to open it more than you originally thought. You'd given head before, but never to someone this… endowed.
You were able to wrap your lips around the tip, careful as you sucked gently at first to gauge his reaction. When you looked up at him, you saw that his head was tilted back.
"Baby," you pulled off but kept your hand around him as you stroked at a leisurely pace. "Look at me?"
Fuma let out a breathy laugh, his head not moving an inch. "I don't think I can."
"Why not," you took him into your mouth again before he answered, pleased with the groan that escaped him at your action.
"Fuck, well," you watched his Adam's apple bob when he swallowed, "seeing you like this is gonna make me go fucking insane."
"But don't you want to see how good of a job I'm doing?" Your teasing tone was one that you knew for a fact he had a hard time denying — you were playing dirty right now, but it'd be worth it if you could get Fuma to look at you.
He laughed again, the sound somewhat strained. "That's not fair, you know I can't deny you when you sound like that."
"Guilty." Your lips enveloped him once more as you tried to take more of him in this time. The stretch was thankfully manageable, but you could feel the way your throat almost constricted at the anticipation of what was to (hopefully) come.
"Ah, ah," Fuma's hips moved and you felt more of him push forward into your mouth. The intrusion took you off guard, making you cough slightly before you pulled off of him.
"Oh fuck, are you ok?" Fuma sounded so concerned and that was the last thing you wanted right now.
One of his hands had left the dresser and was reaching towards you in case you needed help. Fuma was looking at you now as well, and you weren't about to let this opportunity go to waste.
You took a hold of his hand reaching out and placed it on top of your head. You barely saw his eyes widen as he caught on to what you were doing before you took him in once more, maintaining eye contact the whole time.
His hand buried itself in your hair almost immediately, and you watched his eyes roll back for a moment before he moaned louder than you'd ever heard from him so far.
"God, you— fuck, you look so pretty like this—" his words urged you to take him deeper, and you were able to set a steady pace of stroking what couldn't fit in your mouth while you sucked on what you managed to take without choking.
The choking could happen some other time, if he also wanted it. For now, this was all you needed, being here in this moment with him.
"All for you," you responded as you kept up the pace with your hand, your lips brushing against the head as you said the words. Fuma's eyes had been closed while you had him in your mouth, but they were now open again and when they landed on you he twitched violently in your hand.
"Talk to me, Fuu," you encouraged him to take more of the lead. "Tell me what to do, what makes you feel good."
A strained groan worked its way out of his throat as your lips wrapped around him once more. "Are you seriously — ah, fuck — asking me to talk you through it right now?"
You sucked harder as your answer, silently cheering in your head when you saw how his hips jolted at the action.
"I mean, shit, you're already doing amazing without me — fuck me, I wish you could see yourself, on your knees, so sweet for me."
You pulled off of him and tried again. "Tell me what you want, Fuu. Please."
His chest heaved with the breath he took before he asked you in a voice so quiet you almost didn't hear it "…can you take it deeper?"
You didn't have to be told twice.
You held his eye contact again as you slowly took in more of him, inching him further as you also hollowed out your cheeks. Fuma's hand in your hair gripped tighter and pulled, making you moan around him.
"Just like that, fuck," his breath was coming out in pants now and he tilted his head back again. "Ah, I probably sound pathetic because I'm losing it so soon, but you feel so good and look fucking insane like this for me," he swallowed before continuing, "I really have no chance."
Slowly, you leaned back to let him slide out of you, a string of saliva connecting you to him that broke after a few seconds.
"Baby," you could tell your voice sounded a little rougher now since you'd taken him further down your throat than you'd initially thought. "I don't need you to last long, I just need you to let go and feel good."
After all the progress you'd made, Fuma still seemed hesitant, but you weren't about to back down when you'd gotten this far, unless he actually wanted to stop. Plus, you had another idea that you were now desperate to try out.
You placed one of your hands on top of his that still was nestled in your hair, and you waited for him to look at you again before you flashed him a sweet smile.
"Fuu?"
Fuma grunted. "Fuck, gonna kill me, you saying my name like that— love your smile, so fucking pretty — uh, what?"
You giggled, so endeared by him. "I need your help."
His eyes looked a little more alert then. "Anything, love. What do you need?"
You prepared yourself for your next move before you answered him.
"I need you to make me take it."
You pushed down on his hand in your hair at the same time you opened back up to take him in, and the combined strength of both hands on top of your head was enough to have him hit the back of your throat. Fuma sounded unreal — your request and also the sudden stunt you just pulled had him unashamedly and loudly moaning.
And that's when something in Fuma snapped.
"Make you take it, fuck — gonna take it all for me? Hm? Gonna—" he stopped to take in a breath, "gonna let me keep my cock in this pretty little mouth? Keep you full of me?"
Somehow you'd finally flipped the switch that let him take more control without being so careful about it. When he had both hands secured in your hair and started to fuck your face, your eyes were the ones that rolled back.
The grip he had in your hair was painful in the best way, and you could feel as tears were gathering at the corners of your eyes from the force of his thrusting into your mouth.
He was a sight to behold, with his chest heaving as he breathed and his abs contracting as they caved inward every few thrusts. You braced yourself with one hand on his thigh, barely able to even cover half of the expanse of it with your palm.
Your other hand slipped down and into your own clothing, because you were so fucking turned on you couldn't stand it anymore. The faintest of brushes against your clit had you reeling, already much closer to your high than you'd realized.
Had you really been on the brink of cumming untouched just from having Fuma's cock in your mouth?
Well… probably. It was Fuma you were talking about, and that man could arouse you with so much as a glance in your direction.
The feeling of him finally letting go and taking what he needed from you was all you needed to let go yourself as you started getting yourself off, still on your knees for him and still getting face-fucked.
"Can't believe you're letting me fuck your face like this," Fuma kept talking, which you were definitely not opposed to, "ah, you look so fucking beautiful when you're taking in all of me."
What was funny about that was you still weren't taking in all of Fuma, but hey, it was close enough to count it so you wouldn't argue.
You were moaning around him now, and it seemed like the added stimulation of vibrations around his cock finally got his attention when he pulled your hair. After a few seconds of him pulling, you realized he was trying to get you to look up at him.
Barely able to keep your eyes open, you glanced up at him, eyelids fluttering closed as you continued to work your clit.
"Ah, you're getting off on this, too?" Fuma grunted. "How are you so fucking perfect?"
You whined at the praise, more tears spilling out of the corner of your eyes. Fuma noticed and wiped away a few with his thumb, twitching in your mouth when he did.
"Crying for my cock, fuck, I'm not gonna last much longer—" Fuma's voice sounded airy, and you could feel his thumb press against your cheek as his other hand readjusted its grip in your hair.
You were a shaking mess underneath him now, close yourself but wanting to push him over the edge first. With your hand that was still braced against his thigh, you scratched along the surface, leaving slight marks in your wake.
Fuma thrusted hard, hitting the back of your throat again and missing the way it made you cough because of the noise he let out himself.
"Fuck, close, fuck— you can pull off, love, ah—"
His hand released its grip enough for you to move away if you wanted. You did, but only enough to tell him what you really wanted.
"Give it to me, Fuu," your voice sounded strained, which only managed to turn you on even more knowing that he was the one who caused it. "Let me taste you."
You sank back down onto Fuma then, as far as you could go on your own, and the next few moments were pure bliss.
Fuma spilled down your throat, groaning the whole time as he held you in place, still with one hand in your hair and the other palming your cheek. You sped up your own movements of getting off as you swallowed down everything he gave you, determined to meet him at that peak so you could experience it together.
Fate — or rather Fuma — had other plans for you, however.
It occurred within the span of a few seconds but before you could fully contemplate what had happened, Fuma's cock was out of your mouth and you were being lifted from the ground. The next thing you knew your back was on the bed and your panties had been pulled down and off.
Fuma was kneeling in front of the bed, eyes trained on you like nothing else in the world mattered. He pulled you to where your legs were hanging off the bed before he repositioned them on his shoulders. His hands were gripping your thighs hard enough you thought he might leave marks.
His mouth was ghosting over your throbbing clit, and he looked ravenous in a way you'd never seen him before.
"Can I," he asked, tone still somewhat breathless, "please, love? Gonna let me taste how sweet you are?"
You were nodding before he finished talking, and the sly smile he gave you had you shuddering in his hold.
"Need you to tell me," he kissed the inside of your thigh. "Need to hear you."
"Please, Fuu," you were about to go crazy if this man didn't do something.
This was also new territory, seeing as neither of you had really made it past the heavy makeout phase with each other before tonight. You were buzzing with excitement at the idea that Fuma wanted to make you feel good as much as you'd wanted to make him feel good.
"That's my girl," Fuma rewarded you with praise that lit up your entire body, with those being the last words he said before he dove in and you were seeing stars.
His tongue ravaged you like he couldn't get enough, like he truly did need it from you. The way his eyes were locked in on your face made you squirm, only to be rendered still by the intense grip he had on your thighs.
He alternated between flicking his tongue against your clit to trailing down to tongue your entrance, his pace fast but measured, gentle yet still rough in all the ways you needed.
It didn't take long for Fuma to have you as close as you were when he first interrupted you to lay you out on the bed, and when he grabbed one of your hands to have it tangle in his hair, it really was all over for you.
Fuma grunted against you when you pulled his hair, and you watched as his eyebrows furrowed each time you pulled harder. He would also speed up every time you pulled, and your moans were spilling out of you faster than you could register as you approached your high.
"C'mon, love," Fuma's voice sounded like pure sin, "Give it to me." He applied more pressure to your clit before he added "Give me everything."
The last squeeze of his hands around your thighs was what made you break, and you were cumming harder than you ever had at that point in your life.
And Fuma did that with mostly just his tongue. The thought excited and intimidated you for what you could expect in the future, but you were beyond ready for it.
He kept his mouth on you the whole time as you were shaking, his own noises of pleasure mixing with yours as you came down.
When you were finally nothing but a shell of your former self, breathing in shallow pants, you felt Fuma's hands leave your thighs before he gently moved your legs from where they'd been perched on his shoulders. He crawled up into the bed with you, placing a kiss on your forehead and then nose before finally your lips. The kiss was sensual, gentle, and filled with so much love you truly felt like you might explode with all the feelings you had for this man.
"What was that," you couldn't help but ask once Fuma was settled beside you. He laughed and smiled, the sight so beautiful to you that you were taken aback for a second.
"That," Fuma started, placing a kiss on your shoulder, "was me worshipping you like you deserve."
You wrapped your arms around him to pull him into a kiss, the surprise movement making Fuma chuckle against your lips.
You stayed wrapped in each other's arms for a while, enjoying the quiet around you as the subtle sounds of your breathing mixed with each other.
Fuma was the first one to break the silence when you were close to drifting off to sleep.
"How did you know to listen when I was in the shower anyway?" Fuma's question wasn't completely unexpected, and now was probably a good a time as any to come clean.
You lazily stretched out and rolled onto your stomach so you could face him. "Well… Yuma hinted that I should when we were on the phone."
Fuma let out a sigh that flowed into a laugh. "For fuck's sake — I can't tell him anything."
"What did you tell him?" You rested your chin on your hands that were folded on top of his chest.
Fuma ran a hand down his face. "Ugh, he asked if I'd made any 'progress' and I told him that I — usually have to get off in the shower so I don't try anything with you."
The idea that Fuma was struggling with desire to the point of trying to hide it from you made you frown.
"Why did you never tell me before now?"
Fuma sighed again. "I wasn't sure how to. I'd been trying to work up the courage to over the last few days but just…"
"Couldn't?" You finished for him before he nodded.
"Yeah. I didn't wanna get into it too deep because a lot of it's based on what's happened in the past, which I know we both don't like to talk about," he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, arm curling tighter around you as you moved to lay your head on his shoulder. "Plus I didn't know how to bring it up in general without embarrassing myself."
"Embarrassing? How?"
You peeked up at him in time to see a somewhat shy smile on his face.
"Well, uh— there's not really a good way to say 'hey, by the way, I wanna fuck you senseless but I'm afraid my cock's too big' so like, what was I supposed to do?"
You laughed at his bluntness, agreeing that it would've probably been a little awkward if that was the way you found out.
"Though, I would've been on board as soon as I heard you wanted to fuck me," you snuggled up closer to his side.
Fuma chuckled. "Yeah, that's another thing — I didn't know what all you wanted, if anything other than what we already do."
"Well," you moved a strand of hair out of his face, lighting up at the soft smile he gifted you with, "just so you know, I'm up for anything as long as it involves you."
"Likewise," Fuma grabbed your hand that was still near his face and kissed the inside of your palm before he intertwined his fingers with yours.
"Poor Yuma, though," you said as you thought about your mutual — and honestly very chill — friend who'd been hearing filth from both of you for so long and hadn't given either of you up until now.
Fuma didn't seem concerned about Yuma in the slightest. "Ah, he can take it, I think he thrives on us being feral to be honest."
You laughed again. "You know what, I think you're right. Still, we should probably like, take him to dinner or something. As like a thank you."
"Don't let him hear you say that because he will take you up on it," Fuma pretended to sound annoyed, but you knew it was all in good fun. Both of you adored Yuma and were so grateful for him, even if he did like to tease you both mercilessly at times.
You hummed thoughtfully, resting against him again as you started to relax once more. "What did you want to do now?"
Fuma chuckled. "Honestly, my brain is still kinda mush at the moment, so you pick." He placed a kiss on the top of your head. "I trust your judgment."
You thought about it for all of maybe 5 seconds before you lifted yourself off of him, already anticipating his next move. He looked at you with so much fondness you nearly forgot what you were going to say.
“…wanna see what I added to my Pokopia build today?”
Fuma’s scrambling off the bed to grab the Switch 2 joycons made you laugh so hard that you almost fell off the bed yourself, which you actually wouldn’t have minded.
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hiii im not sure if you write somno but if you do, could you pretty please with a cherry on top write reader waking fuma up with a blowjob!! even better if fuma is just the tiniest bit sub leaning but you can just ignore that part if you want!!!
【 18+ 】 tw ──── murata fuma . . somnophilia, oral ( m. rec ), fuma is kinda needy, face fucking, hair pulling. don't copy/translate my work. i only write on tumblr.
you woke up before him, the early morning light soft against the sheets. fuma was still deep in sleep, one arm thrown above his head, mouth slightly open, breathing slow and even. he looked unfairly good like this—broad shoulders, messy hair, the faint outline of his cock already pressing against his boxers from morning wood.
a slow, filthy idea curled in your stomach.
you slid down the bed quietly, careful not to wake him yet. hooking your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, you tugged them down just enough to free him. he was already half-hard, thick and heavy against his thigh. you wrapped your fingers around the base, giving one slow stroke before leaning in and dragging your tongue from root to tip in one long, wet lick.
fuma made a low, sleepy sound in his throat but didn’t wake.
emboldened, you took the head into your mouth and sucked gently, swirling your tongue around the crown. he twitched against your tongue. you sank lower, taking more of him, cheeks hollowing as you started a slow, steady rhythm. spit slicked your lips. you could feel him growing harder, thicker, filling your mouth properly.
another soft groan left him. his hips shifted once, like his body was chasing the feeling even while his mind was still somewhere far away.
you kept going, bobbing your head a little faster, one hand braced on his thigh. he was fully hard now, hot and heavy on your tongue. you moaned around him just to feel the way his stomach jumped.
that was when his hand moved.
fingers slid into your hair—first loose, almost petting. then his grip tightened. not enough to hurt, but enough to make your scalp prickle. a sleepy, needy little sound escaped him, half-whimper, half-groan.
“...fuck,” he mumbled, voice rough with sleep. his hips rolled up once, pushing deeper into your mouth. “baby…”
you hummed around him, encouraging, and he twitched again. for a moment he stayed like that—letting you set the pace, fingers flexing in your hair while soft, broken sounds left his throat. subtle little thrusts. whimpers. like he was still half-dreaming and didn’t quite know what to do except feel good.
then something in him shifted.
his grip in your hair suddenly firmed, holding you in place. his other hand came down too, both threading tight into your strands. his eyes were barely open, heavy-lidded, glassy with sleep, but his hips were moving now—slow at first, then deeper. he started fucking up into your mouth in lazy, sleepy thrusts, using your hair to guide you down onto him.
you made a startled noise around his cock, eyes widening. the sudden change caught you off guard. one second he’d been pliant and needy under your mouth; the next he was holding your head steady and pushing past your tongue, the head of his cock nudging the very back of your throat with every roll of his hips.
fuma didn’t even seem fully awake. his brows were furrowed, lips parted around quiet, raspy groans. “shit… your mouth—fuck, just like that…” the words were slurred, thick with sleep, but his hands were firm. he pulled you down as he thrust up, fucking your face in slow, deep strokes that made your eyes water.
you were shocked for a second—heart kicking hard in your chest—but the heat that flooded between your legs was immediate. you forced yourself to relax, breathing through your nose, letting him use you. your hands curled into the sheets as he kept going, half-asleep and needy, hips stuttering every time your throat fluttered around him.
he tugged your hair harder when you gagged softly, a broken moan ripping out of him. “so good… fuck, baby, don’t stop—” another thrust, deeper, his cock sliding heavy over your tongue. he wasn’t rough exactly, but he was insistent, chasing the feeling with sleepy, desperate little movements like he couldn’t help himself.
you let him. let him fuck your mouth while he was still mostly asleep, drool slipping down your chin, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. every time he pulled your hair it sent sparks down your spine. you could feel how close he was getting—his thighs tensing, his breathing turning ragged, those soft, wrecked sounds getting louder.
“gonna—fuck, i’m—” his voice cracked. his hips jerked once, twice, then he was cumming down your throat in thick pulses, holding your head down with both hands while he groaned your name. you swallowed around him, eyes fluttering shut, taking everything he gave you.
when he finally let go of your hair, his hands went slack, petting gently instead. he was still breathing hard, chest rising and falling fast. his eyes cracked open a little more, hazy and warm as he looked down at you.
“mmm…morning, angel” he rasped, voice hoarse. a lazy, sated little smile tugged at his mouth. one thumb brushed over your wet bottom lip. “you okay?”
you pulled off him slowly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. your throat felt used. your scalp tingled. you were soaked.
“yeah,” you whispered, voice a little wrecked too. “you were… really into it.”
fuma huffed a sleepy laugh, cheeks faintly pink even as he tugged you up into his arms. he pressed a kiss to your temple, then lower, murmuring against your skin, “couldn’t help it. woke up to your mouth and just—needed you.” his hand slid down your back, possessive. “let me return the favor?”
his fingers were already slipping under the waistband of your sleep shorts, and from the way his voice had dropped, he was very much awake now.
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