after entertaining clients and acquaintances alike, all you wanted to do was to get home, change into comfortable clothes and crash onto the bed
however, taki definitely had different plans after the party ended, pining you against the door after closing it behind him and securing it with the lock
trailing his hand upwards underneath your dress while littering wet kisses against your neck and jaw, a delighted noise reverberating from your throat by the action
“desperate much,” you teased, waggling your eyebrows as he lifted his head to look at you with hazy eyes, his other hand snaking around your waist to pull you closer to his heated body
taki raked his eyes down your body before dragging them up to gaze into your own, biting his lips to suppress a groan of his own
“you looked really good tonight, i’ve been hard ever since the party started,” he pouted like a sad wet dog, pushing up your dress so that it was now bunching at your waist
a surprised laugh bubbled out of you from his confession as you hid your pleased expression in the crook of his neck and making taki grumble in frustration
wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you leaned back to stare into taki’s face before blowing into it and making him flutter his eyelashes at the gesture
you did have a few drinks, yes, but at that moment you felt entirely sober from the sudden change of temperature with the cold night air outside and the scorching heat that was the radiating from body in front of you, who was also trying to steal your breath away with his kisses
you aren’t entirely sure how you made it onto the sofa in record time because all that mattered was that you were both abled to relieve the growing desperation between your legs at the mere touch of each other
sitting on top of taki, your legs straddling his hips as you continued making out with him, occasionally grinding downwards on his crotch and making him groan at the sensation
the pressure was delicious, sending sparks right along your spine as you kept grinding your hips in a circle and feeling the sticky and wet sensation at the front of his pants and your panties
meanwhile, taki had finally trail his hand that was conveniently on your ass to help with your movements up up up towards the deep cut of your dress, pushing down the front so that your tits were finally free from their constraints, nipples hardening from the combined stimulation of taki’s deft fingers and the lingering coldness in the air
the ever growing hardness underneath you was tantalising, catching just right at the bundle of nerves at your core every time you went down as the breath caught in your throat and making you whine in pleasure, more slick flowing down your thighs
the feeling was mutual when you could feel taki getting even more wetter, making the whole ordeal messy and sticky but you could care less about it
it wasn’t until a particular grind on taki’s bulge and his tongue on one of your tits, his hand cupping the other roughly while the other fondled your ass, his eyes never leaving yours as he let out a whimper that was muffled by your tit in his mouth that you finally came hard
white stars bloomed behind your eyelids as you sunk your nails into his shoulders, a slightly louder mention of taki’s name on your tongue as tears of pricked at your eyes from overstimulation due taki still thrusting up into you
you tried to calm down from your high at the same time taki let loose, his quickened pants for air beside your ear signalling that he had come too
taking deep long breathes, you stabilised your rabbiting heart but not for long as suddenly, the ground shifted beneath you and now you were being caged between taki and the sofa, his pants fanning your face in desperate chunks of breath
ive never been able to take "climb him like a tree" as a sexual innuendo seriously because i picture climbing a tree in my mind and then i picture a tall man in my mind and when i put those two things together im not seeing anything sexual. im seeing like. circus tricks.
hi nonie i miss u so much!! and also miss ur writing, so if u could write something about switch!jo i would be really happy 💓💓
hi hi n!!!
switch!jo who leans to the subby side more than anything:( but whenever he fucks you his chest feels warmer and his head heats too much sometimes so he cant help ruining you sigh
jo is the type of guy who sometimes doesn't know how to act when he is intimate with you but always looks for ways to please you because you are so precious to him</3
switch!subby jo who does everything your way, gets on his knees whenever you ask him too, his body yet so big against yours, even on his knees his head is at your chest level and he thinks that is the comfiest position ever, having his face buried in your chest while he jerks off, your hands gently drawing small circles on his back, tugging his hair softly from time to time just to get a reaction, loves it when you place your hand on his cheek just because he likes to feel your warmth and when he finishes he is not loud, he tenses and covers the tip of his cock with his big hand to not make a mess and gets shy when you tell him he did so well or just a simple "fuck baby, i bet you made a mess, didn't you?"
but switch!dom jo who doesn't realize how painfully long and big he is and is fascinated by the way you can barely take all of him, isn't necessarily rough or teasing at first but something about the way you melt under his touch, how you try your best to take all of him makes him feel some type of way
dom!jo who is still shy whenever you suck him off, doesn't make eye contact but still pushes your head with both hands as far as possible "take it all please, just this once"
dom!jo who makes you ride him until he is satisfied, doesn't care if your legs are shaking or if you already finished twice all over him, praises you, shyly and gently "its okay baby, i got you, you are doing so well" "you look beautiful just like that", whenever he feels your body is giving up he sits up, hold you against him as close as possible and increases his pace, going so deep, filling you up so good, even after finishing he doesn't let go of you, lets you wrap your arms around him while he is still buried inside of you, takes his time to compose himself and you can still feel him slowly thrusting into you while riding his high
🎧: lucky by britney spears
+pairing: fempopstar!reader x producer!hongjoong
+synopsis: you're everything one would expect from a spoiled, bratty pop star. daddy's money bought your way into fame; all you had to do was show up to the right meetings and look pretty. so naturally your father got you the best producer in the industry to work on your second full length album. hongjoong has sacrificed so much to become as successful as he is, so he has no tolerance for whiny rich girls who don't want to put in the effort.
+cw: mean hj, pet names, cursing, unprotected p in v, restraining, hand over mouth, air restriction, doggy, pwp there's really no story to this i'm just ovulating.
+wc: 1.7k
+disclaimer: this is not meant to be indicative of hongjoong's character in real life. everything portrayed in this is purely fiction and contains smut, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
+a/n: everyone say thank yoooooou @matchamatz for producer!joong and the brain worms that it gave me <3333
Your eyes are burning. Mascara melting from your lashes, falsies peeling up at the inner corners from the down pour of tears streaming from your eyes. You could barely make out the shapes of the various awards placed on the shelf across the room in Hongjoong’s studio, all of them too distorted and blurry.
Your bratty attitude landed you in the position you were in, bent over the arm of the black leather sofa. One too many complaints about redoing the chorus of the title track to your new album and Hongjoong lost the patience that has been hanging by a thread for the last week of working with you. Nevermind your teasing touches and all of the innuendos thrown his way by you, it was your continuous lack of work ethic that made him snap and put you in your place.
A firm hand gripped the hair at the crown of your head, bunched up in a fist at the root of your hair while the other hand worked you on his cock. Slamming your hips against his pelvis, splatters of your wetness leaving droplets on the side of the sofa, coating your inner thighs and his pelvis. Hongjoong was thankful for the sound proofness of his studio, your wailing and the sound of your messy pussy would be echoing down the company hallway if not for it.
“Such a pretty voice. If only you could sound this pretty when I asked you to, you wouldn't be wasting my time and crying on my cock.” Hongjoong pushes out through gritted teeth. The slide of him in your tight walls felt fucking magical he could nut in you then and there. But he had a lesson to teach.
“I’m s-s-orry,” you manage to moan out. Probably the 35th time you've apologized since he pushed your face into the cold leather and split you open. He’s so thick, the way he fills you up each time he punches his hips forwards, fucking bruises into the hinge where your upper thighs meets your lower abdomen on the arm of the couch, it's overwhelming in the best way possible.
He laughs a wicked laugh, “Spoiled brats like you are never sorry,” he spits. “You just don't want to suffer the consequences of your actions.” He curls the fist in your hair tighter, making your scalp stings. You hiss, bringing a hand up from the couch cushion to grab at his wrist and alleviate the pain. You yelp and drop your hand back down when he just tugs harder, pulling your body up to hover parallel to the ground. The hand digging into your hip moves to your mouth, palm covering your lips, the side of his thumb resting right under your nose, the other four fingers curving around the side of your face digging into your cheek. He stops his brutal thrusts, only after shoving himself so far inside that you feel like he's inside your stomach.
Leaning down and pressing his lips right against your ear, his words send a pulsing throb straight to your clit, “I don't want to hear another apology come out of your pathetic mouth. All I want to hear is the pretty pitch of these slutty moans, got it princess?” All you can do is attempt a nod, which seems good enough for him. He nips at your ear lob right before he pulls away and resuming sawing into you. Thank god it's easy for the moans to spill free through his palm, at this angle all words seem to disappear from your brain anyways.
He's deceptively strong, being able to hold your body up just by the hold he has on your hair and the press of his hand around your mouth. The tips of your fingers barely graze the arm of the couch as he rolls his hips into you. Your scalp stings, you already know you won't be able to wear extensions for awhile. You’ll have to come up with
an excuse for your stylist, definitely can't let them know you were fucking the producer your father hired.
He switches up the angle of his thrusts, making you jerk and clench around his cock particularly harder than you been, “Oh fuck. There we go, baby. Keep clenching around this dick like that. I’ll be filling this pussy up in no time.” The moan you let out sounds like it's not being muffled by his hand at all. The tightness in your tummy increased, that familiar feeling of an orgasm approaching at a dire speed. So fast you panic, wiggling to get away because it felt so intense, bordering on painful.
“Joong! Joong!” You completely forget his order to stay quiet. He freezes and you could die right then and there.
He tuts, “Dumb, dumb baby.” Your heart slams in your chest, anxiety spiking at an all time high. What was he going to do? Not let you cum? Drag it out? Make you beg? All of it sounds like torture in this moment, you were so fucking close you wanted to do Hongjoong the honors and just slap yourself for being such an idiot.
He guides you back over the arm of the chair and removes the grip on your hair, but keeps his hand pressed tight against your mouth. “You’re such a shit listener. I can't really blame you fully though, that's just how you were raised, huh? Getting everything you want, not having to really work for it.” He runs a finger down the length of your spine to the dip in your lower back, dragging in to the side and around your waist to your front where he pinches your clit suddenly. You squeal and kick out your legs as much as you could with how close he was pressed against you. Unsurprisingly it doesn't deter him in the slightest, he keeps his thumb and the knuckle of his index finger in a tight squeeze around the nub.
The breathing through your nose gets quicker and quicker, try to take in as much oxygen as you can to calm yourself down. Hongjoong sighs, “The only way to learn is to show you that if you don't do what you’re asked, you lose something in return.”
Before you can even ponder what he means, your ability to breathe through your nose vanishes. The pressure around your nostrils is what alerts your sex dumb brain that his thumb from the hand still wrapped around your mouth has come up to pinch your nose shut with the edge of his index finger. Instincts kick in and you're shaking your head, trying to rip away the pressure against your face. But he just follows the jerks of your hand, eventually yanking you back by the face until your body is pressed long against him. Hooking his elbow around your shoulder and holding your back tight against his chest.
“You breathe when I cum,” He states with his lips pushed up against the side of your hair. The pressure of your face increases, wanting so badly to sob but your chest just jerks in small pulses. He keeps his angle, spearing directly into the spot that would make you scream if you could. You squeeze your thighs together tight, lungs burning, not knowing how much longer you have before you lose consciousness.
As for Hongjoong, he was seconds away from cumming before he even took your, literal, breath away. He may use extreme methods to whip a brat like you in shape, but he's not cruel.
The tightness of your thighs squeezing together, the pulsing of your slick walls around him, bends over with a deep groan, tapering off into a moan, “That's right, make me cum. Listen for once in your life, c’mon princess. This one time, do as you’re told.” He orders you as he rolls your clit lightly between his knuckles. Your eyes slip shut, pushing tears over your water line and down your cheeks. Your chest swells with pleasure and the pressure of losing oxygen. Fuzzy black and gray dots appear behind your eye lids, time starts feeling like it's moving slower.
All it takes is a singular clench around his cock and it's over for him. He’s cumming deep inside you with a deep moan, and winded sounding “Fuuuuuck,”. He switches to pressing the pads of his index and middle finger to your clit, rubbing quick swipes along the bundle of nerves as he drops his hand from your mouth to resting lightly on your throat.
Oxygen rushes through your airway, the relief feels almost euphoric as the fluttering in your cunt from the way Hongjoong is playing with you so deliciously.
“Please,” Your hoarse voice begs. You know he has no reason to let you cum, but you hope that maybe he'll get caught up in the moment and let you anyway.
“Have you learned your lesson?” He asks through his heavy breathing, biting through the over stimulation to feed you small thrusts.
“Yes, Joong! I promise, I’m sorry I swear! I’ll listen!” You sob, nodding your head as fast as you could. Fuck you’re too cute. He wasn’t going to deny you an orgasm, it was never part of the plan, but your begging is so sweet. You sound genuinely concerned about what he's going to do.
“Cum then, prove it. Prove that you're a good girl and not the spoiled brat that walked into my studio last week.” The pressure on your clit increases a fraction and the bubble in your tummy pops, warm tingles spreading through your veins. The sound that comes out of you is broken and embarrassing but you don't care. How could you when you feel like you've been revived from the brink of death? By a sexy, broody, music producer no less?
The pattern of your breathing syncs up with his, grateful for the hold he has on you so your knees didn't have to kiss the floor.
Eventually he speaks, “You gonna keep your word?”
You scoff and let out a clipped laugh, “I dunno, I might need a reminder of why I should. Your methods are weak.”
He snatches your jaw and turns your head to face him, eyes narrowed and hard. Clicking his tongue against his teeth, he taps your cheek. “Put your skirt back on. I want three more takes of the last two lines of the bridge. Make sure you elongate the last word of each line more, or we do it another three times.” He raises an eyebrow before adding, “And if I have to re-teach this lesson there's not a chance in hell I’m letting you cum.”
never sent in an anon for you but kinda just thinking of beta Taki! with Beta reader! like technically they aren’t supposed to be together but he’s readers puppy dog (basically) and reader just gets super drool-y over him :c like they can’t help it
okay bye bye!! (keep up the good work!!)
Thank you lovie (っ˶ ˘ ᵕ˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶ς) (18+)
No, because same-sub gender relationships are commonly looked down upon — especially with betas, since they don't exactly have all the breeding power of alphas or the ability to bear children easily, like omegas. You've really tried to be in other relationships, but no one can fulfill your romantic desires the way Taki does. He's just...perfect for you.
He's so clingy, so grounding. His scent doesn't overpower or soften you, but it keeps you present in the moment. You often fall asleep on top of one another in what almost resembles a puppy-pile, and sometimes his packmates even join, too (Maki can't bear to be left out — let him in!). There's always at least one hand on you, in your hair, around your waist. As touchy as Taki is with his members, he's a billion times worse with you.
You would think, given the fact that he's a grown man, that he would be calm and collected like a lot of other betas. But...no. He's excitable like a puppy, constantly scenting you and rubbing his face against any exposed skin so that you reek of him and your own scent is clogged in his throat. If he could choke on anything, it would be the scent of blackberries and tea that wafts from your neck and wrists.
The best thing is that neither of you have heats or ruts, so neither of you are debilitated for the weeks that the others are; and, because beta women aren't as fertile as omegas, you can fuck raw like rabbits whenever you want without a huge pregnancy scare. Sometimes Taki feels guilty, since he can't give you a knot like he wants to, so you settle for pretending like he does and cockwarming after you both cum. Sure, it's not the same, but neither of you really know what it actually feels like — so a win's a win, really.
smut ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ─── ❤︎ dead dove, do not eat: religious themes (takes place in a church), dubcon ノ handjob, biting, whimpering >.< reblogs appreciated !
taki was good. pure, even. he never missed church, never went to bed without a prayer and he certainly never paid mind to any sensations below his abdomen.
as good as he was, he was still human. he, not unlike his peers, experienced the uncomfortable tugging in his lower belly and growing tightness in his underwear. though, unlike them, he would wish it away, tossing around in his bedsheets, occupying his mind with anything other than impurity.
you, on the other hand, were the furthest from “good” a so-called child of god could be. and taki despised you.
you always hobbled into church midway through the preachers teachings, falling unladylike into one of the back pews. the wooden surface beneath you was more uncomfortable each time, which may be a result of your shorts that you cut even shorter each morning.
and every time, taki watches you. he likes to think it’s out of concern, in hope you’ll redeem yourself within this lifetime. though, you know better. temptation is a tricky thing.
it leads him to places he only visits in his dreams, that he repents for in repeated prayer when he wakes in a sticky mess staining his sheets. it’s how he ended up here, hours after the church had emptied, with your hand palming him over the fabric of his pants.
“please.” he whispers, though he’s unsure what he’s asking for, whether that be salvation, or for you to increase the pressure on the throbbing mess under his clothes.
“hm? be a good boy and use your words.” you coo, slowing down the pace of your hand, watching how his hips jerk, chasing anything you were giving.
all he can do is whine, his head thrown back exposing his neck. losing all your edge, something twists inside you, the noises he’s making, the sweat beading on his skin — it’s all too much. you bring your lips to the skin just below his jaw, and slowly suckle.
oh, is he sensitive.
he curses beneath his breath, perhaps unnoticeable to himself, as usually he would shun all those who curse, label them sinners, but he has no reaction. nothing but jagged strings of whimpers and pleas.
you scrape your teeth, testing, against the skin closer to his nape. the skin he could cover, and you bite. the sound he makes is nothing short of pornographic, and if it wasn’t so late into the depths of the night, the town would declare taki a disgrace.
“oh taki, if only you knew how long i’ve wanted to ruin you this way.” you breathe against his neck, your hand fumbling with the waistband of his pants before tugging them down, along with his underwear.
his head falls forward, strands of his hair sticking to his forehead, wet with sweat. his eyes meet yours, glassy. his gaze tugs at your chest, and immediately you avert your eyes, fixating them on his flushed cock, the tip red, beads of precum forming at the slit.
you wrap your hand around the base, slowly gliding it up his length. he was bigger than you had assumed, having thought all obedient church boys were hiding their shame over their size behind talk of sin. he watches as you stroke him, his voice dying in his throat, nothing but heavy sighs echoing off the church walls.
you feel him twitching against your hand, accompanied by a choked whisper of your name. a warning, before he spills pretty white into your hand, silently promising himself to you as he does so.
he knows now that he’s beyond saving, nothing more than an impure sinner. but more-so, he’s addicted. perhaps, after all, he doesn’t want salvation, just you and the heaven found in your touch.
⋮ ⌗ 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌 : hi luneblr… some church boy!taki smut for my first post. — 🐰
Hi lovie 👉👈 I never like to send requests but could I possibly convince you to share some more thoughts on alpha!jo or maki....( ˶>˶˶<˶)
🍓 <- a parting gift
hi darling rose >< sorry for the late reply but hope this was good for uuuuuu >///<
warnings: (18+) slightly suggestive, brief mentions of sex ig, nesting, biting/marking, scenting, all the abo stuff with alphas heheh.
alpha!maki & alpha!jo headcanons under the cut! (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)
alpha! jo, so loving so caring, loves leaving his favorite hoodies in your drawers, or wrapping them around you when you’re feeling particularly down after waking up horribly and just need a lil boost with his cozy, loving scent.
alpha!jo, always winding down after a long day right in your neck, face tucked into the warm and sweet-filled spot until he’s drowning in your scent and his heavy weight becomes even heavier as he fully relaxes on top of you, laying his heavy body over yours.
alpha!jo thumbing at your mating mark just to subtly remind you he’s always there and yours, whenever and however the circumstance. loves admiring the claiming bite mark you left on his neck during the morning when he’s brushing his teeth in front of the mirror, loves the difference of how small and dainty the mark is; a true representation of how you are to him as well >.<
alpha!jo, letting you set the tone and pace for anything and everything you do as a relationship. he loves to follow through your plans and smell the sweetness in your scent when you get satisfied with the way he handles everything exactly the way you want. this can be said in and out of bed, just the relationship dynamic in general.
alpha!maki, always so silly and the most flamboyant boy you’ve known, kissing you and tugging you into hugs and openly scents you because his love is so big, he can’t keep it down when he wants to express it to you!!
alpha!maki’s favorite expression of his need being through love bites. his teeth so perfectly sharp for the best bite marks indented into your skin; whether it’d be small nibbles on your shoulder or on the tips of your fingers, or big open bites on your cheek after a moment of play fighting or on your ass cheek when he just gets the sudden urge from cuteness aggression ><
alpha!maki who’s growls turn into a whine when he gets so aroused and you don’t acknowledge it and he can’t do anything about it, or when you tease him about it before going back to your friends at this get together. becomes pouty and handsy like a pup, till you finally get into your house, scent going wild. ><
alpha!maki that teases you by putting on this big alpha buff man that protects and becomes over possessive with you but he knows you lowkey like it when he’s biting onto your shoulder and wrapping a broad arm around your waist and licking at your cheek randomly.. this doesn’t count for in bed though, we know this >///< he’s whatever you want him to be with a sharp smirk on his plumped lips. ><<<<
ur my fave fuma writer and i saw this tweet on my tl and instantly thought of fuma and wanted to know ur thoughts on it :P
•_• … hi ok so, do u want me gone?? 😽😽 link. fuck, this is so good. thank u for enlightening me with this, honey >< there’s a mess in my mind nd in my shorts now from the thought.. 😀😀😀😀
warnings: (18+) nsfw. smut. 🩸soft dom!fuma, afab!reader, slight dubcon, slight dumification, fingering, pet names, eye contact, euphemisms/personification of sex (fuma refers to your sex as “she” 🤭), reader is a spoiled needy brat here but fuma loves it LOL — ✮ m.list.
third knuckle deep, plunging in your wetness, fuma would still himself and his fingers entirely despite your protesting whines, shushing you briefly with a small kiss on your hot cheek. “mmmhh, what happened?” he murmurs, watching your eye squint underneath his lips when he presses another kiss to the corner of your eye, giggling at the ticklish feeling of your fluttering eyelash against his skin.
and his smile would be so gentle, so soft, like always when it’s directed towards you and it makes your pout jut out even more when you move your head slightly to peer up at him with rounded eyes.
“move, please,” a small whisper, because you’re afraid of how bad your voice would crack if you were to project it right now, emphasizing even more by bucking your hips just a bit.
“i wanna just test something, i think it’ll help us both..” you have no idea where he’s going with this, but the mischievous tone in his deep voice clearly suggests he’s, perhaps, up to no good.
you whine again, immediately shuffling backwards to pull away from him completely, but fuma’s used to your different movements. he follows you with his entire body when you push away and sit up against the headboard, keeping his fingers still plunged deep in your cunt as he invades your space and traps you against the wooden board, other hand pressing open your thigh. your hands grip the cushioned pillows underneath your ass in tight fists, trapped beneath your spread thighs as you bite onto your already bruised lip while still keeping your eyes on his. you let the raw skin snap back to place, jutting it out in the same pout as before. tenderized voice shaking, you ask softly, “what is it? fuma, please don’t be mean—”
your continuous whines are desperate. either he fingers you properly or you’re pulling away completely again..
“patience, baby. i swear i’ll give you everything you want, just play with me?” fuma’s pretty tone pets over your nerves like magic, just like the fingers nestled deep inside your walls, curling just slightly to rub. that’s when he feels it, the gentle yet immediate squeeze they apply around his long fingers, just from the sweet murmured pet name. he grins like he’s the only person who knows the game that already started, which is exactly what’s happening. he watches your tense walls slowly crumble from the flutter of your lashes, the small sharp gasp falling from your parted lips, the way your head nods just briefly in submission.
“i need words, doll.” he murmurs, smiling harder when your body responds faster for you unknowingly, your words lagging behind while your walls clench tighter around this thick fingers. of course, you’d love doll, perfect for the beauty he sees right in front of him right now; rounded eyes glimmering with brimming tears and framed by sticky lashes that flutter with every subtle nudge his fingers move. they fuck you shallowly, not enough movement to satisfy but just enough to remind you of their presence, still stuffing you and simmering your need. you gulp down the saliva building in your mouth, coating your dry throat, but your soft words still crack a bit when they stumble passed your lips.
“yes.. okay, yes, i’ll play with you.” you’re so out of it, you don’t realize what’s going on, what exactly he wants to test. but you don’t have any further questions of it at all, just focusing on being good for him.
“there’s my sweetheart, you love being good for me, don’t you, honey?” he feels the constricted space let up a bit enough where he can slightly part his fingers in a gentle scissoring motion, but still being replaced by your weeping slick, growing more viscous by the minutes because of his soft yet assertive presence. okay, he smiles with thought, breaking eye contact to stare at the mess, so not those pet names. your arousal glistens where it trickles down his palm, pooling at the center, he can’t help his poorly suppressed smile when he looks back up at you, taking the time to rake his eyes over your entire quivering torso and heaving chest.
“mhm, please..” voice hoarse, you’re still looking down at the mess when he looks at your every reaction. your eyes followed his when they darted downwards, but stayed on the mess, like you’re in awe but how affected you are, how sensitive and preceptive your body is towards him. it’s so sweet, you’re so sweet, he’ll give you a little bit of what you want. his fingers slowly glide out with ease until they breach your hole with just his rosy fingertips, plunging back in with a squelch at the same time he murmurs his words,
“my sweet bunny, you’re so needy for me, do you even know what you’re asking for?”
your jaw drops with a moan, body jolting from the sudden intrusion. fuma couldn’t even curl his fingers up against your wall before you’re clamping down with the tightest grip. his head tilts, eyeing carefully at the twitching eyebrows furrowing underneath your ruffled hair. he knows how sensitive you are to that pet name specifically, sensitive to the view of his thick fingers parting your puffed folds and sinking into your weeping hole. “that’s it.. that’s the one, huh..” he murmurs mostly to himself, but you’re not catching it.
your mind is dumbed, clouded with need, you don’t even think your words through, just bluntly rambling the truth. you’re gradually slumping against the headboard in your scrunched position but you’re too weak to even fix yourself, shaking your head to his gentle teasing instead. “nooooooo, i dunno. please, just give me.. n-need you, fuma.”
“god, it’s like you don’t even want me to fuck you anymore, holding onto my fingers that tight.” he purrs, moving to keep looking at your face when your head tips back against the headboard, eyes fluttering shut. “pussy’s being so greedy, isn’t she darling?”
he can practically feel you throbbing around him at the coy petname, watching your teeth clench behind wobbling lips as you do the most you can to nod along, smiling when you open your eyes back up at him as his fingertips gently stroke your superior wall, fingers still not moving.
“you don’t like this game, do you..” he pouts when you do, leaning in to press soft pecks along your heated cheek, feeling your muscle twitch when you wince at the feather like touch. you don’t like this game at all, just feeling his stilled fingers fill you with no other movement or stimulation. your swollen clit is throbbing, he could at least a lil pay attention there too… maybe you are just greedy, maybe he just spoiled you. he hushes your whines as his trailing kisses land onto your raw bitten lips.
“i’ll give you everything if you tell me who is it exactly that needs me..”
“me— i do, fuma. i need—”
“who?”
“…your bunny.” there you go, fuma’s completely satisfied. the carnal want is thick in your whiny tone, poured into his mouth. now he knows, smiling so hard when you and your body tell him exactly what he wants to hear and feel.
“oh? my bunny? needs me to fuck my fingers already, right?” he chuckles, teasing just a bit more before doing exactly that, watching as your hooded eyes roll slightly once his fingers finally thrusted with a single motion, turning with the twist of his wrist. the sigh you huff against his lips was full of pure satisfaction, body quivering from just that one pump, overly sensitive already.
at the end, what he said was true, this little game of his did help you with what you both wanted.
anyway fuma buying u different sized toys that he makes u use everyday so u can be properly prepped for his thick cock ^.^ he just sits on the couch playing his switch whilst u sit between his legs bouncing on a girthy 5 inch dildo, whimpering and whining as you drool all over his grey sweats. he simply pets your head, sneaking in sweet praises while he talks to u about his new pokémon team~
thinking thinking stressed out fluid mechanics student!yuma who decides to tease and edge you as he memorises the characteristics of fluid with your slick; wondering whether if it’s a newtonian fluid or non-newtonian, wondering if yours is still as viscous during temperature play, wondering how high your VI is and whether he can accurately calculate the amount of pressure he needs to apply so you don’t burst too fast 🤍
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