synopsis: wumuti makes you show your appreciation for their heels.
pairing: dom! wumuti (all pronouns) x f!reader
category: smut, no plot
warnings: humiliation kink, praise, excessive use of nicknames (love, darling, good girl, angel, baby), slight degradation (reader is called pathetic and dumb), light nipple play, bodily fluids, m! masturbation, cum eating
word count: 1.9k
note: got violently horny about wumuti in heels. wrote this with my clit. bone apple teeth. cross-posted on AO3
DISCLAIMER: this work is strictly 18+, mdni. dividers are by @/fic-dumpster and @/cursed-carmine. pictures aren't mine, all rights to @/xlov_official.
the following content is not meant to reflect the idol mentioned in any form.
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it wasn’t your fault you weren't listening to wumuti – not really.
at the end of the day you were weak for your partner. it wasn’t your fault that they looked ethereal, as if they were not even from this plane. it wasn’t your fault they were so hot it made your lip bleed from how hard you were biting it as you were watching them. it wasn’t your fault that you were dripping, your thighs uncomfortably clenching as you tried to focus on what he was saying.
wumuti seemed oblivious to your predicament as he was talking about the event; all wide smile and bright shiny eyes. you wished you could focus on the words leaving his lips but the connection between your ears and your brain seemed severed. you saw her lips move but really your focus was elsewhere. lower. way lower. it wasn't the mini skirt that had captivated you. no, it were these fucking boots.
black leather. high heeled. going up to his knees. fuck. you swallowed hard as your eyes snapped back up to muti’s face as he was saying your name. "are you okay, darling?" the genuine concern in his voice made you sick to the stomach. you felt like a pervert.
"y-yeah, yes of course. why wouldn't i be?"
she quirked an eyebrow at you, putting her arms on each of your shoulders. caging you. trapping you. "mh, well for one thing you've been quiet for like 10 minutes," her face came closer to yours, the tip of your noses almost touching as a wicked grin spread on his face, "and secondly, you really think i didn't notice your squirming? i'm not blind."
you could feel your face burning. you really thought you had been more subtle. their breath hit your face as they spoke again, "so tell me love, what's got you all worked up, hm?"
you swallowed thickly, ears burning. your eyes met his for a moment before you quickly looked to the side and mumbled, "your boots."
"i'm sorry, love, i couldn't hear you. what was that?," the teasing lilt in his voice gave him away. he had heard you loud and clear. he just relished in your suffering it seemed.
you took a deep breath, meeting her eyes. "i said these fucking high heeled boots."
a teasing smirk you knew all too well took place on their lips as they clicked their tongue.
"that's not how good girls should speak, is it?"
it was at that moment your brain seemed to completely shut off. your heart was beating rapidly in your chest, your skin felt hot and the stickiness between your thighs was unbearable. your tongue was like lead in your mouth, a dead weight, completely and utterly useless.
you shook your head 'no'.
wumuti cooed, "noo, that's right, darling. and you are a good girl, right?"
your head moved on its own, up and down, 'yes'.
"so what should i be doing with my good darling girl, hm?," his voice was but a whisper before his lips found yours. they were soft and warm against yours, his tongue finding its way into your mouth. he tasted faintly of strawberries, his perfume was enveloping you. you couldn't suppress your whimpers as his warm hands found your waist. holding. caressing. exploring.
your brain couldn't process anything, synapsis firing. while wumuti had been standing in front of you just a moment ago, you were now leaning back on the hotel bed with him all over you. somewhere between feeling his lips on yours, tasting him, soaking in his warmth, you lost your shirt and pants.
their hands found your breasts, your nipples pressed against the soft material of your bra. nimble fingers got rid of it, exposing your flesh to the cool air. he was pinching and rolling your sensitive nipples while placing open-mouthed kisses against the delicate skin of your neck, your collarbones, the swell of your breasts.
his hot tongue teased your nipples before fully sucking them into his mouth. her hands glided further down, down, down until they were finally spreading your thighs. you were almost shaking as you felt her nails against the soft skin of the inside of your thighs. a low chuckle escaped her as she released your nipple and her eyes found yours. she was still wearing the contact lenses from the event, her eyes colored red and blue as she assessed your face: cheeks flushed, your pupils blown wide, swollen lips shiny with your mixed spit. you were beautiful.
carefully, slowly, as if to torture you, she slid her hand into your panties. a gasp escaped you as her fingers pressed against your clit. her eyes widened slightly, her mouth formed an o-shape. "my, my, you're really needy, angel." your eyes fell shut as their fingers drew small circles. there was barely any pressure and yet the moan that escaped you was borderline whorish. before the feeling inside you could build, the stroke of muti's fingers was gone. your eyes flew open just as wumuti straightened up before taking a step away from you. a devilish grin graced their angelic face as they sucked the tip of their middle finger, the one that was just touching you mere seconds ago.
"i don't know, angel," they sighed dramatically while sitting down on a chair, "i'm feeling awfully tired after today. maybe you could do a bit of the work?" they almost snickered at the sight in front of them: your chest was heaving and shining with spit, small love bites blooming here and there, legs spread wide which gave them an excellent view of the wet spot between your legs. your quiet voice was shaking as you pushed yourself up and made your way over to them, "yes, yes, wanna be good for you, muti." you dropped to your knees in front of them, eager hands started to play with the belt of their skirt when all of a sudden – "ah, ah, ah," he tsked, "not what i meant, love." confusion was written across your face. he leaned back a bit, pushing their foot between your spread legs. their half-lidded gaze met yours when they said, "ride it."
"w-what?," your ears were ringing, heat blazing in your cheeks. "you heard me," his smile was expectant, "ride. my. boot."
you breathed heavily. once. twice. wumuti quirked an eyebrow. "come on, i don't have all night." they gently pressed the tip of their heel against your core. "o-oh." your eyes fluttered shut, hips rolling on their own accord. the touch of the shoe was delicious against your aching core. the wet cotton was sticking to your folds and you could feel the coolness of the leather seeping through. you cradled muti's calf for better leverage. what started as careful, slight touches of your core and her boot soon became full on grinds. the hotel room carpet grated against your knees but you simply couldn't care, too lost in the pleasure of doing something unimaginable.
"god, you look so pathetic."
wumuti's voice was soft, despite the harsh words. from her, it sounded more like a compliment. you couldn't keep quiet, the moans that you had tried hard to suppress spilled freely from your lips. you were starting to become more and more frantic. your head was resting on top of his knees as your hips seemed to work tirelessly. grind, grind, grind.
your poor pussy was weeping, beginning to soak the shoe. but none of it mattered, instead your eyes were trained on wumuti. wumuti who had started to pull out her cock, long fingers carefully wrapped around it. precum was leaking down the pink mushroom tip. your mouth was beginning to water. her elegant hand started carefully pumping; once, twice.
"want you, please," you whined. wumuti laughed softly and continued touching herself. "you're busy, baby. remember?," she cruelly pressed her foot against your core. the intense pressure made you groan. "mmhph, please, please," you weren't sure what exactly you were begging for, your brain was melting at the continued stimulation of your clit. back and forth, back and forth. muti laughed again when she suddenly squeezed her cock just right, causing their eyes to roll back, "a-aah, fuck. you're begging s-so pretty. is my baby turning dumb?"
you nodded your head stupidly. eyes trained on his hand. god, how you wished you could have a taste, feel him in your throat. you were mesmerized, hypnotized. you didn't even notice that your tongue was lolling out, drool dripping on the top of muti's boots. you felt close, ready to combust, liquid fire pumping through your veins. dumb whimpers left your lips on their own. you couldn't control your body.
"please, please, please. wanna cum mh-muti, please, aah."
his chest was flushed, a thin sweat spread across their skin as she rhythmically pumped her hand.
"yeah? you wanna cum? wanna make a mess all over my fucking shoe?," her words were cruel, her voice soft and airy, "god, my stupid little angel, riding me so well. go on, love. cum for me."
they angled their foot so it balanced on the heel, the tip of their shoe pressing oh so deliciously into your cunt as you shook. you grind shamefully, once, twice. your fingers clawed at the leather of the boot before your eyes rolled to the back of your head, a loud moan escaping you as you clenched around nothing, cumming pathetically on wumuti. "thank you, thank you," you sobbed.
your eyes opened as you were catching your breath. unceremoniously you slipped off the shoe. your legs were aching yet you were determined to have a taste of wumuti. as you were rising to your knees, your hand wrapped around wumuti's when she sucked her teeth. "my shoe is dirty now," she lifted her foot, your wetness having left the leather all shiny, "be good. clean it, my love."
your eyebrows knit together in confusion. instead you took your hand off wumuti's, wanting to swipe your juices off when he spoke again, "not what i meant, my darling girl. clean it with your tongue."
your cheeks were ablaze yet in your haze there was only one thing on your mind: to please. you swallowed thickly before sitting on the back of your legs, your hands supported wumuti's leg which was still outstretched. she looked gorgeous. his hand was continuously pumping her cock, her cheeks pink. their lips were spit-covered, eyes glossy.
your eyes found theirs. you kept your gaze steady as you opened your mouth and carefully licked the boot with the tip of your tongue. muti was breathing heavily, his chest heaving. a deep groan escaped him, "good girl. keep going."
the next lick was broad. the taste was indescribable. the tanginess of your juices mixed with the unfamiliar taste of the leather. you kept going, not once daring to look away from wumuti. his rhythm was becoming erratic, praise and groans tumbled from his lips.
"god, you're so good for me, aren't you? so obedient. look at you, f-fuck ah, you're my good girl. s-so fucking good." a high-pitched whimper left his lips, his hand squeezed hard before white ropes shot out. the cum landed on his stomach, white pearls partially covering his crop top. wordlessly you abandoned the clean shoe, the leather was now shining from your spit instead of your cum, and started to lick wumuti clean. he threw his head back in exhaustion, a soft laugh escaped them as his fingers pet your head.
someone talk to me abt big beefy könig who has such a mean grip on your hips while you're on top of him. he's sure to leave bruises on your skin while fucking up into you at a punishing pace i-
könig is so confused but also immensely turned on when you first bite him, the impression of your teeth clearly marking him as yours while your lips greedily whisper mine mine mine against his inner thighs. he's shaking and so anxious to be good for you, to not touch -- his fingers are digging deep into the mattress as to not take your face and just push it to where he needs it most. he knows the reward will be so much sweeter of he's good and listens to you, plays your little game and obeys your rules although it takes all his strength to do so.
nah cause all i could think about for the rest of the day was enji todoroki and it's fucking annoying. he's so big and bulky and sturdy and i'm pretty sure his forearm is the size of my fucking leg and for what !!!! can only think about him bouncing you on his thigh, flexing the muscles underneath you so deliciously while you mewl and whine or the way he would fuck you with his thick calloused fingers, listening to the wet squelching of your cunt as he looks at you, his eyes as serious as ever and tells you "god, your pussy is just so greedy," making the last word almost sound like a sneer don't mind me while i scream into a fucking pillow!!
