fuma x reader (band!au, brothers best friend)
cw: smut, pinv, porn with minimal plot, oral(f!reciving), choking, hand kink if you squint, weed use, nicknames(baby, whore, slut, girly, daddy), meanish!dom fuma, sub! reader, reader has nipple piercings (totally not basing reader off of me, who would do such a thing), reader has a lotta hobbies, background nichojoo, brothers bestfriend fucking
in which you’re brothers bestfriend and bandmate is hot, and you wanna fuck him.
its your first week home from your first year of college, and your brother decided that his band practice has to start at 10 am. you wake up to his bandmates screaming in the living room. you grumble and go upstairs from your basement room to yell at your brother, forgetting you're in nothing but a flimsy tank top and some boxers with little hearts on them.
“yu cant you actually shut the fuck up for once?” you yell as you ascend the stairs, your older brother looks at you.
“girl it's 10 am, it's not my fault you were up readin fan-” his sentence is cut off by you lunging at him, pushing him down to the ground.
“im gonna fuckin kill you” you screech at him as you are pulled off of him by strong arms, lifting you easily. you struggle in the person's hold, gradually turning around in the arms. you look up at your captor and see it's fuma, the boy, no man now, you've always had a crush on since you were 8.
“let-let me go” you stutter out, shocked by how much hotter he's gotten in the 9 short months you've been gone.
“you gonna play nice and not kill your brother?” he questions, his deep voice reverberating in your chest. you blush and look away, suddenly remembering how exposed you are in your sleep clothes. his hands rest on your hips, fingers playing with the thin fabric of your tank top.
“whatever-jus’ lemme go” you grumble, still not looking at him, still blushing but trying to get out of his iron-like grip he had on you.
“say yes, and ill let ya go,” he says right in your ear.
“fine-ill play nice,” you whine out, and he lets go. you go to the kitchen to get some breakfast, trying to hide your embarrassment. you open the fridge and figure you might as well make them something to eat as well.
“do you guys want anything?’ you ask the group of boys, they all nod and give you what they want. kei wants eggs and rice, fuma wants pancakes, nicho wants sausage, and euijoo agrees to whatever you feel like making. you summon kei to assist you in breakfast and you too make a quick work of the meal.
you have the boys set the table bc if they’re gonna eat yalls food then there gonna work for it. you guys sit down and start grubbin out. once done euijoo offers to clean up making the other help too. you decide to take a shower.
“kay guys imma go downstairs, please for fucks sake be quiet” you tell them as you head down the stairs. what you didn’t see was fumas eyes fallowing your path, eyes locked onto your ass. kei takes notice and slaps his shoulder. fuma looks at k, face saying ‘fuck i do?’.
“dont eye fuck my younger sister” kei says to him
“yea-just fuck her for real” nicho chimes in from his position on the counter.
its euijoos turn to slap someone, he slaps his boyfriend. nicho hisses at the contact, pouting as he look at his boyfriend turned attacker.
“shut up, thats kei-hyungs sister” he chastises, his boyfriend grumbles and the two start bickering playfully.
later in the day, you go down for a snack, and in light of fuma's previous words you bring snacks out to the garage for the boys, only to find kei missing.
“wheres kei?” you question as you set down the cut fruit you’d prepared for the boys.
“he went to get drinks, ill text him what you want” fuma says, knowing your order after all these years, he whips his phone from his pocket and your eyes linger on his hands just a moment longer than appropriate.
“kay- wait can i sing?” you gesture to the mic in the front of the garage.
“yea sure, whatcha want?” fuma says lowly, and you think for a second, deciding on sexy drug, a song you wrote for the boys to perform back in high school.
“you guys remember sexy drug?” you ask, tilting your head.
“yea we still perform it,” euijoo says excitedly. he picks up his guitar and get behind his mic, nicho jumps behind the drumset. you pass by fuma, who whips his bass around to the front. the first notes ring in your ears, and you are almost in a trance, the words of the song flowing from your glossy red lips.
you rip the mic from the stand and start to walk around to the boys. you and euijoo go back to back when hes to do his parts with you supporting. you head over to fuma and get right in his face right as it gets to your favorite part of the song.
“sexy girl come and lay with me, im frustrated and its sexually.” fuma sings into your mic, making direct eye contact with you and your knees just about buckle.
“like omg you make me cum-cum-complete” you say as you make your eyes roll back as you throw your head back, almost like you just want him to take a bite right then and there. you’re not dumb, you know damn well what you are doing, and its working. you got the poor boy wrapped around your finger, he keeps stumbling over his lines. euijoo and nicho look at each other, knowing whats going on.
the rest of the song you and him have this palpable tension that you could cut with a knife. as the last notes reverberate against your chest, which is pressed against fuma’s chest. you’re both panting, breath mingling. clapping cuts through your trance and you snap your head to where kei is standing with drinks in hand.
“woah that was good, better than me” kei says as he set the drinks next to the cut fruit. you all grab your respective drinks and you have the idea to be their photographer for the day. you over heard the boys saying they want mor pictures of them during practice, so you decise to do just that. you grab the camera that was on the table.
you wander around the garage snapping pics of random things, your scuffed chucks, yalls energy drinks all lined up next to one another, nicho behind the drums, euijoo kissing nicho, the list goes on. you walk up to fuma and point the camera at him, chest down you take the picture of him shredding his cherry red bass. his rift ends and you turn the camera to face you and you step between his legs. his hands going straight to your hips, you lean back and kiss his neck, you snap the picture.
you full away from his neck, seeing your red kiss mark on his neck you snap a picture of that, fuma is smiling smugly in the photo and you think you might just keep that one.
the sunset is casting a warm glow across your room, you’re perched on your bed. you’re going through all of the pictures and editing them, hand picking which ones your gonna keep for yourself, all fuma if you’re to be oh so honest, and which ones your gonna post to insta. after posting the pictures, with keis consent, you put a random show on and pull your pre-roll you got from yuma, he went as far as giving you cherry flavored filters and using pretty pink rolling paper.
you open your window and grab your lighter, you hear a knock at your door. thinking its kei you quickly hid your joint and lighter behind your back with one hand as you open the door, just to see fuma.
“fuck-i thought you were yudai,” you say as you pull the joint out from its hiding spot,
“well dont just stand there-cmon” you say gripping his wrist and dragging him into the room.
“is that a joint?” he questions, cocking his head. you blush and look away, the simple action should not be effecting you this much.
“you’re not gonna tell are you?” you ask, moving over to the window, cherry red lighter in hand. fuma shakes his head, looking around your room.
“theres more on my desk if you want-not the pink ones those are mine” you say bring your red tipped joint up to your mouth, lighting it and taking a heavy drag. fuma digs for a second and then moves to sit beside you on the window. just as you’re about to offer your lighter, he pulls his own black lighter out of his jeans.
you stare as he lifts the lighter to the joint hanging from his lips, hands cupped around the flame. he drops his hands and your eyes move to his face as he takes a drag, ghosting it. yuma must have given you a new strain because you are already not here, maybe it was just fumas effect on you.
“when’d ya start smokin?’ he asks snapping you out of the trance he unknowingly put on you.
“last summer, really helps my brain shut up, my ex gave me my first, he actually rolled this” you bring your joint up to your lip gesturing to it as you hit. fumas eyes are on your glossy red lips wrapped delicately around the tip, and fuma is thinking about just how perfectly your lips would look around his cock.
“when’d you start?” you question, words coming out more slurred than you ment, yumas new strain is fucking you up. your voice cutting through his thoughts.
“17” hes says after taking a hit, smoke coming out his nose as he speaks. if you werent sitting your knees would have giving out. the two of you sit there and fishing smoking the joints. you offer to move to the bed after and he takes you up on that offer.
the two of you are sitting on your bed, the tv casting a light glow onto you guys. you’re watching spongebob and you cannot stop laughing, yea this strain is good. fuma’s hand his sitting on you thigh, massaging lightly.
“‘m bored” you mumble out. pausing the show you get on your knees between fumas outstretched legs.
“whatcha wanna do baby?” he says, the nickname coming out unintentionally.
“baby?” you giggle out, heart fluttering at the word leaving fumas mouth. if you told 12 year-old you, she would be shitting bricks. fuma moves closer, confidence radiating off of him at your blushing face.
“you good with that?” he asks grabbing your face with one of his hands.
“yea- ‘m still bored” you giggle, face still ablaze.
“hmmm 20 questions?” his head tilted, bang
“yea!” you almost yell, before covering your mouth not wanting kei to overhear.
“ill start easy, whats your favorite food?” fuma asks
“yellow, last time you watched porn?” you say eagerly.
“woah jumping right into it are we? fine ill play along, last night.” fuma laughed
“what kind?” you ask, you curiosity piqued.
“hold on girly, it my turn for a question, how many guys have made you cum?” he asked, his hand moving to your hip.
“sorry-got excited, no guy has ever made me cum before” you shyly mumble out.
“not even yuma?” fuma asks almost in disbelief.
“no we never fucked sadly, heard hes a good fuck” you say thinking back to how you fumbled that kinda hard.
“okay my turn, biggest turn on” you say, scooting closer to him.
“hmmmm…probably nipple piercings, on anyone” fuma says after some thought.
“oh- i have those! wanna see?” you giggle
“of course” fuma says hand moving up to fiddle with your loose shirt. you bring your hand to the shirt's hem, pulling the shirt off and throwing it somewhere on your floor. you reach your hands around to take your bra off, weed filled brain struggling with the clasp. you whine out a small ‘help’ and he laughs.
he brings one hand behind you back and pulls the clasp back and letting it snap against your back, you whine once more and he finally undos the clasp with one hand. you hate how much this is turning you on, nipples already hard with your flustered state. you let the bra fall off of your shoulders. you blush and look to the side.
fuma bring a hand up to your tits, thumb running over your nipple, fiddling with the jewelry going through the flesh. you whine out and push your chest up into his hand and he groans.
“beautiful,” he murmurs out, voice rasp.
“thank you- your turn” you say, prompting him to ask another question.
“whats your biggest turn on?” hes says, turning your question onto you.
“no fair that was mine,” you pout but choose to answer, “ you- your confidence, the casual dominance you throw at me, your hands, just you- and thats just sexual, don’t get me started on the emotional boner you give me.” you say, hand moving to his that is still on your tit.
“me?” he questions from below you, having moved to his lap a while ago.
“mhm-i wouldn't let you smoke my weed if i didn't like you.” you say with a giggle
“so i can do this?” he asks and its your turn to be confused. right as you're about to ask what exactly ‘this’ is, he kisses you. you gasp and push into the kiss, already wanting more. he tastes like weed and mint gum. he pulls away and you almost chase his lips.
“woah there girly, kei would kill me if i slept with-” he starts but you interrupt,
“i dont care please- ill talk to him, he wont kill me-please” your voice getting more desperate the more you beg.
“you’re his little sis-” he tries
“no ‘m not, im my own person and i want this please fuma” you interrupt again, determined to have him forget your brother. you move off of him and scramble for your shirt, you go to the door and go upstairs to his room and fuma rushes to follow you. you get to kei's room and you bang on the door.
“kei-get out here right now” you yell through the door.
“what do you want” he says as he opens the door, eyeing fuma who is standing awkwardly behind you, hands clasped in front of him hiding the hard-on you gave him not 2 minutes ago.
“i’m going to have the best sex of my life with your best friend and i really don’t care what you think and you can’t kill him because he’s gonna be my boyfriend and that would mean i have to kill you”you say in one breath. kei stands there with his jaw to the floor and eyes bouncing between the two of you.
“uhh okayyy umm have fun i guess?” he shrugs, surprisingly not caring, though as you turn and walk away he grabs fuma’s bicep with a death grip.
“you hurt her and i will actually kill you, she won't be able to stop me” he says in fuma’s ear, the younger nodding. kei lets him go and he follows after you. you guys get back to your room and you pull him into a kiss, his hands going back to their rightful spot on your waist.
“boyfriend huh?” he cocks his head.
“mhm- well talk after you fuck my brains out kay?” you say and he nods pushing you towards the bed only breaking the kiss to take your shirt off again, you pull at his shirt, wanting it off too.
“off-want it off” you say into the kiss. he chuckles and takes his shirt off and pulls the belt out of the loops and he sees you eyeing the belt.
“next time baby, wanna feel your hands on my cock” he says, throwing the belt somewhere on the floor. you take that as your cue to get on your knees, plush carpet cushioning your knees ever so slightly. you fumble with the button and zipper of his baggy jeans. you finally get them udon and you fish his cock out. it’s hot and heavy in your hand, the tip a pretty red, cherry red if you will, shimmering with pre from your previous encounter.
you grip his cock and lick up the bottom, base to tip, you follow the veins of his cock.when you reach the tip and wrap your pretty red lips around it, giving it little sucks and brushing the slit with your tongue. his hips jut out to meet your mouth and his hands find the back of your head. gripping your hair, he pulls you off his cock with a wet pop.
“stop teasin’ and suck my cock like you mean it” he grunts out. you drunkenly smile up at him, a mix of his taste and the weed still infecting your brain making you already cockdumb. you allow him to push you head to his cock again. you grip the base and push his cock as deep as you can take it, the tip hitting the back if your throat. you gag a bit but ultimately suppress the reflex.
“oh fuck-” fuma groans out, hands griping you hair, sending a shiver down your back. your hands start to move on the part you can’t fit in your mouth, jerking him off. you move one hand down to his heavy balls, cupping and rolling them in your hand. you move your focus back to the tip, tongue finding the underside of the tip.
“fuck-fuck baby stop-’m gonna cum” fuma moans out, he pull you off before he could cum in your mouth, you whine out.
“wanna cum in you first” he says almost reading your mind. he picks you up effortlessly and tosses you on your bed. you squeak at the impact, bouncing just once before he’s on top of you, kissing hard. he moans at the taste of him on your lips, mixing so well with the weed and cherry flavor that was in its entirety-you.
fums hands start to wonder as does his lips, hands going to part your thighs making you spread them, giving him space to enter. you allow it, bucking your hips up to meet his hands, he pushes them down, a silent command to stay still and be patient. you whine out, hands moving to his hair.
fuma’s lips move to your neck and tits, leaving a trail of marks in their wake. his mouth finds your right tit. focusing on the nipple he sucks, hard, you moan out its almost a scream with how fuzzy your mind was. you pull on his hair not knowing if you want more or not. he moans at the sting of your fingernails digging into his scalp.
“please fuma-fuma please wan’ more” you whine out squirming in his hold. he glances up at you and moves dow, kissing on your stomach, he pulls your shorts only stoping when he spots what underwear you’re wearing.
“these for me?” he questions, fingers snapping the waist band against your hip. a pretty, red, lace thong adorns your body, his favorite color.
“yea-was hopin’ you’d fuck me finally” you whine out, the sting of the impact, weed making you more sinsitive than ever.
“you fuckin slut-such a whore for her brothers band mate” he shakes his head, words coming out with faux malice, guessing your into a little degradation. judging by the way your hips buck up to his hand and the absolutely filthy whine you let out, he guessed right.
“‘m not a whore” you mumble out, hiding your face in your hands. fuma grips your hips in and almost brutal grip.
“is that so,” he mocks “whats this then?”
his fingers brush over the prominent wet spot you’ve left on you pretty underwear. you moan and the slight contact.
“such a mess-” he risks out, he adjusts himself till he is lying between your legs. you can feel his breath on your core, you whine.
“such a whiny bitch- cant shut the fuck up and i havent even done anything yet” he taunts, enjoying the way you hide your face. he can see the way your cunt clenches around nothing. he moves the red fabric to the side and takes a long lick from slit to clit and your back arches.
“oh-fuck” you moan out hands flying to his hair, pulling his head closer to your heat.
“please please- wan-wanna cum, please” you babble out, thoughts incoherent and word jumbled. your hips are bucking wildly against fuma’s face. his hand moved to push your hips down into the matrisse.
“go on girly, cum on my face” fuma almost begs, needing to taste your cum,. at his word you cum, eyes rolling to the back of your head and thighs locking around fuma’s head keeping him right where you need him.
“woah you jus- you made me cum” you say in disbelief.
“yea i did baby, you did so good for me” he says coming up to kiss you. you moan out at the taste of yourself on his tongue. his hands move to your thighs gripping the flesh, kneading. he pulls away and you whine at the loss. fuma sits back on his knees and just looks at you, you turn your head away from his gaze. his hands snap to your jaw forcing you to look at him, making direct eye contact with you.
“look at me when i fuck you” fuma says getting right up in your face, you blush and nod. he scoots back and get off the bed. fuma’s hand finds your ankle and yanks you to the edge of the bed and flips you pon your stomach.
you make eye contact with yourself in the mirror that’s opposite to your bed and blush, so this is what he meant when he said to make eye contact. he wanted you to watch yourself be ruined, by him. the thought of the whole thing makes you drip and clench around nothing. hes standing behind you, hands pushing down on your back makes you arch so pretty just for him.
he gets up on the bed and kneels behind you and ribs the tip of his cock in your folds. you realise he had gotten undressed while you were floating from your orgasm. you moan out at the contact, arching your back trying to get him to fuck you faster.
”please-” you beg out needing him in you so bad.
“oh baby you can do so much better than that” he says taunting you
“please-please ill be so good-so good just for you daddy-please” you babble out, the title slipping out from you lips. fuma groans out at the name, his head falls back.
“fuck baby-you really are a slut for me huh?” he chuckles out, resolve slipping and he gives into your whiney pleas. his hips snap into yours, the force pushing you face first into the mattress. you moan is a borderline scream, muffelded by your comforter.
nah baby-i said look at me” fuma growls out, hand gripping your hair and yanking you up. his other hand moves to your clit making tight circles around the pulsating bud. you make eye contact with him in the mirror and you both moan out. his hips slow down the the thrust are hitting you so hard and deep that you can see a small bulge where his cock is hitting.
he grabs your hand and move it to the spot where is cock is poking out, making you press on in. yhou scream at the sensation, so much pressure you thing you might pass out.
“you feel that baby? feel you slutty cunt taking me so deep, like you were made for me” fuma whispers in your ear, his breath brushes your ear and you loose it. you’re sobbing from how good this man is making you feel.
“oh fuck- im gonna cum-please fuma can i cum?” you say, somehow finding the words in your jumbled up, floaty weed brain.
“thats not man name baby, c’mon you can do it” he says speeding up his movements, hips snapping into your ass you genuinely think you might have bruises. his lips find your neck adding to the many other marks he made of your skin.
“please daddy-wanna cum so bad-” you whine out, a moan interrupting you when he palaces a particularly hard suck to your collarbone.
“its okay baby, cum for me, like the good slut you are” his punctuated his words with harsh thrusts and a slap to your poor cunt. you cum, violently, with a scream and you almost black out from the intensity. you collapsed onto the bed panting and shaking from how hard you came. you can barely register him cumming but moan out nonetheless. you both moan as he pulls out, he flops beside you equally you of breath.
fuma gets up and heads to the bathroom attached to your room. you whine not wanting to lose his calming presence.
“ill be right back baby, gotta clean you up, you hate bein sticky remember?” fuma crouches next to your head, brushing the strands of hair from your face and gives you a kiss on the forehead. he comes back moments later with some wet washcloths to clean the two of you up. after he’s done with mild protests from you as he cleans his cum from you messy cunt.
“easy baby i have to clean you up” fuma shushes you as he gently wipes up your cunt and thighs. he then shushes your whines once more with a kiss. he gets up once you’re clean and grabs your fresh underwear and his shirt from off the floor.
he gets you dressed and tuck you under the plush pink comforter you have. only once you’re settled does he put his own boxers on and goes to the kitchen and grabs some water bottles. when he gets back to the room you’re asleep. he trots over to you and gently wakes you and makes you drink the water.
“c’mon baby you have to drink something” he says trying to get you up
“nooo-” you whine out trying to bury yourself in the blanket again.
“yes baby.” he says using that tone on you, one where you know you’ve gotta listen. you begrudgingly get up and chug half the water before flopping down again and make gabby hands at him.
“wanna cuddle” you say and he complies, getting in the other side of the bed and pulls you onto his chest. his arms wrapped around your waist, you feel at home. you sigh in content and start to fall asleep.
“were gonna talk in the morning kay?” he say in your ear and you just nod letting the warmth of his body and rhythm of his heart put you to sleep.
