KUZUPEKO SMUT
-Mod, Chi.
Cw: Smut, Kuzupeko, masturbating, drool/body liquids. Please do not keep reading if smut or Kuzupeko makes you uncomfortable in any way!
His heart was pounding. His mind lately, were not in a normal track. Fuyuhiko was pretty laid back when not upset, honestly. But, even when laid back.. lately Fuyuhiko has been stressed about something. And what was that something? Peko. Of course, she didn’t do anything wrong. In fact.. she’s amazing. Fuyuhiko’s just been bothered of his thoughts, of Peko. They’d known eachother since they were kids.. so why was he having thoughts of touching her? Of her.. touching him? He wasn’t sure.
Fuyuhiko laid back on his bed, letting out a soft grunt of relaxation. He leaned his head back, thoughts going in his mind once again. And before he knew it, he had a bulge. Fuyuhiko sighed, just ignoring it, hoping it would stop sticking up against his pants. But thoughts just kept coming. Fuyuhiko furrowed his eyebrows, as he looked to the door. He then looked back to his pants, as he sighed, and just decided he would go with fate, and get rid of his boner.
Fuyuhiko unzipped his pants, and just slid his hand against the bulge, the bulge began to grow harder against the touch. He whimpered softly, as he looked up again, hoping nobody was there. To his luck, nobody. God it would be embarrassing being caught.. not just of that, but him fucking whimpering? Fuck he’d be doomed to show his face again.
The hand stroked up and down against Fuyuhiko’s dick, as he leaned his head back, now making soft grunts, and whimpers. It was rare for him to moan, even when masturbating. But of course, he has done it before. He began to go quicker against the bulge in his boxers, as he gave up on hiding, and pulled them down slightly, now, his dick sticking up.
A small grin appeared on his face, as he began to stroke his dick, now just being open. Drool dripped down his cheek, as he then looked up, to see Peko. The Kuzuryu froze in place, as Peko just walked over, not even seeming to care. Fuyuhiko processed this quickly, and looked to her. Now, curious on why she didn’t knock.. and why she didn’t seem disgusted.
Peko just looked down, trying to think of the right words, just so he wouldn’t be upset. “Young Master, I-“ Peko began, but was soon cut off by the other.
“Fuyuhiko.” The blonde man corrected instantly, then nodded, implying she could continue talking.
Peko nodded back, accepting the correction. “..Fuyuhiko. Do you need help-? My apologies for just bursting in, young master.. I just couldn’t help myself. No is always alright as well, if you don’t need help, I can just take my leave.” Peko spoke calmly, despite that, she was extremely nervous. But, her calm aura just made her seen prepared, 24/7.
Fuyuhiko listened carefully, he wasn’t surprised, but yet he wasn’t expecting it. Of course, he would love the thought of her helping, he just wasn’t sure if she wanted it, or thought she was just a tool again. Of course, he was thankful for her asking for consent, he was just a bit dense, not sure if she truly wanted, or even needed him.
“Peko, is this just some bullshit? And don’t even call yourself a’damn tool..” Fuyuhiko almost quite literally spat out his words.
Peko just nodded, she wasn’t a woman of many words. She got straight to the point, always. “Youn-.. F-Fuyuhiko, I’m sure. I want this, I assure you.” Peko confirmed she wanted it, leaving Fuyuhiko to nod. He already knew she would listen, now, she had to wait for a command.
Peko waited a few seconds, letting Fuyuhiko think. She knew that he would ask for her service, she just wanted him to let her know what it is he needed. Finally, the words quickly ran out.
“Peko, I need you to go down, and use that mouth of yours. If you do good, we can continue from there.” Straight to the point. He was making sure his words weren’t too harsh, yet too light. Just the right amount to set the mood.
Peko made a small mutter, as she went down quickly to command, then wrapped her lips against his dick. He bit his lip gently, just to make sure no noises would come out. Peko just began to lick gently, trying to get his dick wet enough, and so it was prepared.
Fuyuhiko could only muster tiny whimpers, just the feeling alone brought a new sensation. He leaned his head back, and put his hands to her hair gently. Now, just helping her go up and down. He bit his lip harder, and just focused on all of the feeling. He then pushed her down a bit more, and continued from there. Of course, he gave her time to adjust.
Peko just continued, up.. down. Up, down. She was satisfied by the noises of Fuyuhiko, knowing he was getting the touch he needed, she continued. She continues for minutes, which to them, felt like eternity. He then came. Peko sat up, bowed, and wuickly walked out before anything else happened.
Fuyuhiko stayed still. Why’d she go? Was it his parents? Or did she just not want his help? He wasn’t sure. He pulled up his boxers, then pants. He then paused, seeing a text. It was from Peko? He opened the text, and just stared. The text? Was a photo. The most beautiful thing, Fuyuhiko had ever-or, may ever, see.
