Hi!! Can you do roommate yuma (or nicho or fuma,I aint a picky anon) hearing reader complain about her nails and not being able to satisfy her needs anymore,with him helping by fingering and licking her till she is overstimulated and satisfied?
【 18+ 】 tw ──── roommate!yuma. . sub!reader, fingering, finger fucking, pussy eating, tongue fucking. don't copy/translate my work. i only write on tumblr.
you were sprawled on your bed, shorts and panties already kicked off, legs spread wide in pure frustration. your long nails—pretty, sharp, and completely useless—had ruined every attempt for weeks. you couldn’t get the angle right, couldn’t press where you needed without scratching yourself. the ache between your legs had become constant, throbbing, unbearable.
“fuck these stupid nails,” you whined—a bit too loud, voice cracking with desperation. “i can’t even finger myself anymore. i just need to cum. i need it so bad…”
you didn’t hear the front door click shut. didn’t notice the soft footsteps in the hallway. but yuma did. your roommate had come home early, and your door was cracked open just enough for every frustrated whine to carry straight to him.
a gentle knock made you jolt.
“y/n?” his voice was low, careful. “you okay? i… heard you.”
your face burned. “y-yuma—! it’s nothing, i was just—”
the door pushed open. yuma stood there in his black hoodie and gray sweats, hair slightly messy from the day, but his eyes were darker than you’d ever seen them. he stepped inside and closed the door behind him, leaning back against it.
“you said you can’t satisfy your needs anymore,” he said quietly. “because of your nails.”
you wanted to disappear. “please forget you heard that—”
“i don’t want to forget.” he pushed off the door and walked toward you, slow and deliberate. “i want to help.”
your breath caught. “help… how?”
yuma knelt between your already-spread legs like it was the most natural thing in the world. his warm hands slid up your thighs, thumbs stroking soothing circles. “with my fingers or my tongue. i don't have nails like yours so it'll just be me taking care of you until you can’t think anymore, yeah?" his gaze flicked up to yours, soft but hungry.
“that is only if you want it. you can tell me to stop and i will forget i heard anything. buttttt if you let me…” you could hear the smirk in his voice as it dropped. “i’ll make you feel so good you forget why you were frustrated in the first place.”
you were already dripping. the ache had turned into a full throb at his words.
“just—fine…don't make it weird,” you whispered.
yuma hooked his fingers into the waistband of your shirt and tugged it up, exposing your chest, but his real focus stayed between your legs. he spread you open with two fingers, groaning softly at how soaked you were.
“god—look at you,” he murmured, almost reverent. “so soaked. wish i could be bury myself in this pretty cu—”
"yuma—!" you cut him off with a hushed scold.
he simply chuckled, using one long finger to trace your slit, gathering up your slick before teasing at your entrance—using his thumb to circle your clit. you gasped at the dual sensations.
then he pushed inside—slow, deep, curling immediately against that spot that made your toes curl. a second finger followed, stretching you perfectly. his pace was steady, deliberate, like he’d been thinking about this.
“mm—feel that?” he asked, voice raspy.
you moaned, hips rolling to meet his hand. you did feel that and god, it felt so good. it had been so long. too long.
then yuma leaned in and dragged his tongue flat up your pussy, licking a broad stripe before sealing his mouth over your clit and sucking. the combination—his fingers pumping deep and curling, his tongue flicking and sucking relentlessly—had you crying out within seconds.
he hummed against you, the vibration shooting straight through your core. his free hand pinned your thigh wider as he ate you like he was starving, fingers never slowing, scissoring, pressing right where you needed. you could hear how wet you were, the obscene sounds of his fingers fucking into you while his tongue worked your swollen clit.
your first orgasm hit hard and fast. your back arched off the bed, thighs shaking around his head as you clenched around his fingers, a broken moan tearing from your throat. pleasure flooded every nerve.
he eased the pressure on your clit for only a second before licking slower, gentler, almost soothing—then ramped back up the second your tremors started to fade. his fingers kept moving, slower now but deeper, rubbing that sensitive spot inside you with every thrust.
“mmmph—too much—yuma, m' sensitive—” you whimpered, trying to squirm away even as your hips chased his mouth.
“mhm...i know, baby,” he murmured against your pussy, voice warm and wrecked. “but just one more. i know you can give me one more. let me make it all better.”
he sealed his lips around your clit again and sucked, tongue flicking rapidly while his fingers curled hard and fast. the overstimulation crashed into you like a wave—too much, too good, your nerves on fire. tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as the second orgasm built impossibly fast, sharper, almost painful in its intensity.
you came again with a choked sob, whole body seizing, thighs clamping around his head as you gushed around his fingers. your vision whited out for a second. you were trembling so hard you could barely breathe.
this time yuma finally slowed, then stopped. he gently eased his fingers out, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs, your hip, your stomach as you came down. he licked his fingers clean with a low hum before crawling up your body and pulling you into his chest.
you were boneless, overstimulated, completely satisfied in a way you hadn’t been in weeks.
yuma stroked your hair, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “better?”
you nodded weakly against his hoodie, still twitching with aftershocks. “so much better… thank you.”
he chuckled softly, the sound warm and fond. “told you i’d take care of you.” his fingers traced lazy circles on your back. “next time those nails get in the way, just knock on my door. or don’t even knock. i’ll probably hear you anyway.”
you let out a shaky laugh, nuzzling closer. “you’re a really good roommate.”
yuma’s arms tightened around you, voice dropping into something teasing, darker yet sweeter. “oh—i can be an even better one if you let me.”
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