can we get a sub yuma smut pls 🙏 maybe some shower sex
omg sub yuma is my everything ૮⸝⸝´ ٣ `⸝⸝ა
the minute i saw shower i thought of yuma vlog in thailand— him in the pool all wet . . . similar vibes with this hehe~ a post pool “shower”.
love, wanii ᢉ𐭩
【 ⠀ 𓂂 come around me 𓇿ㅤㅤ why’d you even bother⠀ 】
tags ⸝⸝ sub yuma, unprotected (wrap it up), back shots, needy yuma, baby sitting fuma for a good sec, shower sex.
x reader ⠀ | ⠀smut ⠀ 〔+18〕
you followed him around all afternoon like a lost puppy, always trying to stay out of the camera’s sight. a long day, yuma’s constant adventure is never-ending. first it was going shopping with his members, grabbed food with them, and towards the end of the night he went out to the hotel pool.
he place a soft kiss on your cheek “i’ll be back in around— an hour?” purring into your ear before leaving. nodding tiredly as you wave bye.
you— already curled next to fuma, drowsy eyes barely focused on the nintendo switch screen, brain malfunctioning at every new term he threw at you.
fuma went on for the entire hour, trying to explain pokemon teams to you, how the game worked, even showing off his favorite pokemon. it felt more like babysitting a grown man than anything.
you did have to admit it— it was slightly adorable how passionate he was about the game.
just as your head was about to give in, the loud beep sounded at the door, keycard swiping, flip flops clicking, yuma’s loud laugh echoed at whatever stupid joke nico made. a piercing thud of the door shutting.
“holy shit— it’s freezing in here.” his body leaves a trail of pool water behind him, towel thrown over his shoulder. sunglasses pinning his wet black hair back. fuma raises his head, rolling his eyes from the sudden interruption of his serious pokémon presentation.
“how was the pool?” tired voice muffled into the pillow your head was buried in. he shrug, kicking off his slides, throwing the towel onto the foot of his bed. “it was hot as shit—“ giggling to himself “super fun though— but the camera lens kept fogging up.” his eyes stare up at you, fingers massaging into his skull. “you two?” eyes darting between you and fuma.
“i learned a lot about pokémon” you chuckle, before trying to recite everything you absorbed through your half-asleep mind.
“you weren’t exactly listening—“ fuma cuts in, a small hint of pout on his lips, fingers smashing the switch buttons.
“i was!!” you smack his arm, a bit offended. “it was just a lot—“
yuma giggles, feet stomping over to the bathroom. “i’ll shower now— room service when i get out?” he chirped, head peaking out from the bathroom door. big eyes glistening in the lights.
you nod excitedly, giving a big thumbs up.
it had felt like forever, yuma hadn’t even turned on the shower, and the time only grew longer.
with a sluggish hmph you sat up, “i have to pee” you mumble under your breath.
as you knock gently on the closed bathroom door it nearly automatically opens, yuma gripping your wrist, swiftly tugging your body in. “whoa— what the—“. hand cupping your mouth. arms pinning you to the door. “shh-“ his eyes hungrily staring at you, the softness of his tone inaudible.
you fight his hand off your mouth, clawing at it. “what-?” barely above a whisper. “why haven’t you showered yet— we’ve been waiting for— forever.” he hesitated, lips opening, words that never left turned to sighs. knee pressed between your legs.
he’d never been one to get so embarrassed, his sudden demeanor change was out of character.
yuma just stood there for a good minute before dropping to his knees, hands gliding over your body, tracing the shape until his fingers clung to the waistband of your shorts.
making eye contact with every slow movement. “yuma—“ a long sigh echoing.
you couldn't fight that heated feeling between your legs that burned with his desperate movements. “just at least turn on the shower.” voice laced shamefully.
was this a first? no. yuma had a tendency to get insatiably needy when he was bored, that kind of horny that made him submit to every word you said.
without much talking— there you were, bent over in a lukewarm shower, one hand pressed to the wall, the other covering your mouth. the gentle sound of water covers the thick smacking of skin.
it was an unparalleled time, never crossed your mind that you'd be getting pounded into while muffling your desperate cries from his friend in the next room.
yuma’s hands holding your hips, nails digging into the plump flesh. sinking every last vein into you, pressure pushing deeper into you, thick messy thrusts stretching you beyond comfort.
his rhythm was never consistent, an unrelenting frenzied spasm of his hips. every long drawl until just his tip was wrapped by you, and a merciless thrust— sinking every bitter stretching inch in you, walls squirming around the depth of him.
his restless hips, lips barely attempting at muffling his needy whimpers, head dazed— “gentle-” you hissed out, tone trying to fight the slurring effect of his dick.
yuma instantly slows down— hips rolling in a different tender way, his fingers losing that once-painful grip. his whimpers get softer, a soothed pace of his thrusts.
“i'm sorry~” his voice purring with his needy whines. fingers massaging into you.
his cock twitching, his hips losing that steady gentleness they had just gained, now just desperate rolls.
your nails scratching at the delicate marble walls, vision blurring with his last long thrust, milking every last drop of his seed out with tiny grinds against you. the shower water is still splattering your back.
walls fluttering around his cock, stomach releasing built-up tension until your back arched against his chest.
knowing you'd have to face fuma after this was an unbearable idea.
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