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.
Word Count: 837
Genre: Fluff
AU: Non idol AU
Tropes: Established relationship
Rating: PG-13, but I still ask that MINORS DNI!
Warnings: One suggestive joke. If you think I missed something though, please let me know!
Summary: Your wedding is everything you wanted it to be and more with Kuanjui by your side.
Nets: @winerys-collection, @mnemosynesjournal
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The day that you moved in with Kuanjui, he promised you that the two of you would be married within two years. You honestly had no idea if you believed him at the time, considering the fact that you'd never known him to be good at doing things within a specific time frame. But now, standingoutside of the hall where everyone you loved was waiting for you to walk down the aisle, you realized how foolish you were to doubt him. After all, when it mattered, he always kept his word.
Your bridesmaids entered the venue before you did, signaling to everyone that the ceremony was starting. As they walked toward the altar, your favorite song played from a small speaker at the front of the room. It was a soft, romantic ballad that you felt captured your relationship with Kuanjui perfectly, and as the time for your entrance came, you silently hoped your makeup wouldn’t be ruined by the tears that threatened to fall.
When the time for you to enter finally came, you carefully stepped into the room, eyes locked on Kuanjui to keep you grounded as you walked toward the beginning of the rest of your lives together. Once you were standing in front of him, he leaned closer and whispered, “Are you ready?”
“How could I not be?”
With a smile, you turned toward the officiant, and he went on for far longer than you wanted about the beauty of marriage and the importance of having someone in your corner. Sure, it was a beautiful speech, but you got more and more impatient with every word. You really just wanted to get to the part where you could declare your undying love and exchange the rings. So, while you waited, you fantasized about the rest of your life with Kuanjui.
Your focus was quickly pulled back, however, when it was finally time for the vows and exchanging of rings. Kuanjui read his first, and when he took your hand, a feeling settled in the pit of your stomach that told you that you were exactly where you were supposed to be.
With a smile, he said your name and began, “When we moved in together, I promised you that we would be married within two years. Now, a year later, we’re exactly where I promised you we’d be. I hope that just goes to show that I do know how to get things done.” You laughed softly, and he continued, “Now, as we walk into marriage together, I promise to love and protect you for the rest of my life. I promise to always act with your best interests in mind, and I promise that you will always have a safe place to come home to for as long as I have a say in the matter. I love you.” Then, with his eyes shining, he gently slid your ring onto your finger.
When Kuanjui finished his vows, the officiant turned to you, and you cleared your throat before you said, “Kuanjui, you’ve been my rock for four years now, and I can only hope that I’ve been able to support you in the same way over the course of our relationship.” You started to tear up as you spoke, so you took a moment to breathe before you said, “It’s been an honor to love you, and I swear that I will continue to love you with everything I have for as long as I live.” After you finished speaking, you carefully put Kuanjui’s ring on his finger and said, “I love you.”
By that point, both you and Kuanjui had started to cry, your makeup and his smudging as the two of you struggled to catch your breath. Once both of you collected yourselves, however, the officiant said, “Now that you’ve exchanged vows and rings, it is with great joy that I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
The first time you kissed Kuanjui as a married couple felt like magic. You got so lost in the way his lips felt on yours, in fact, that you almost forgot that you still had the rest of the wedding to go to. You were swiftly reminded, however, when you heard your friend Haru yell, “Get a room!”
When you pulled away, you looked into Kuanjui’s eyes and saw a combination of love and awe that you swore you’d never seen before, as you took his hand to walk out of the hall, you hoped that he’d keep looking at you just like that for the rest of your life.
As you made your way to the area of the venue reserved for the cocktail hour and reception, you laughed and said, “I can’t believe we’re married now.”
“Why is it such a shock? I told you I would marry you, didn’t I?”
“Well, yeah, but-”
“No buts, my love. You should know by now that I always keep my promises.” he said as he softly kissed your forehead.
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Synopsis: Wumuti always pushes himself to the limit, so his partner chooses to take care of him.
Words: 0.3k
Genre: Fluff.
Warnings: None.
Request: Yes.
𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 ‧ masterlist
The hallway was nearly dark when Wumuti returned from the studio, his footsteps echoing through the silence of the apartment. Clenching his teeth, he tried to shake off the exhaustion weighing on his shoulders and scraping at his throat after so many hours of practice.
"Did the power go out?" he asked into the air, hoping his partner would answer from somewhere in the apartment.
No reply came, and upon closing the door, Wumuti noticed roses taped to the wood along with a note. Frowning, he focused on the most striking flower, a crimson one, which he took along with the paper to read a few sweet words that tugged at his heart. He immediately understood that something different awaited him that night, so he set his things aside and moved forward carefully, his lips curling slightly upward.
Guided by a faint sweet scent lingering in the air, a blend of incense and oil, he followed the trail. Whoever planned the surprise had made sure to take care of every detail in the home, especially in the main room, where a soft blanket was spread over the couch and countless treats sparkled on the coffee table.
"I knew you'd come home exhausted," they said calmly. "No more rehearsals or plans for today. Just rest and take the time you need to fully recover."
Wumuti stood still for a moment, trying to take it all in, while the rose left a delicate scent on his fingers. He walked slowly and let his coat slip onto the back of the couch. As soon as warm hands guided him to sit, he released a sigh he hadn’t even realized he was holding.
"I made tea for your vocal cords," they explained while pouring him a cup.
"Thank you, love," he said, truly grateful, only then realizing just how much he had pushed himself that day.
Lifting the porcelain to his lips, he took a sip, soothing his throat. Closing his eyes for a moment, he let himself be wrapped in the warmth of the drink, the soft touch of the blanket, and the presence of his partner.
"I didn’t realize how much I needed this," he confessed, beginning to relax.
The night continued at a slow pace, as if everything conspired to finally let him breathe. In that moment, he felt safe, cared for, and, for a time, completely at peace.
Sinopsis: Wumuti y Rui están dispuestos a obedecer.
Palabras: 0.3k
Género: Erótico.
Advertencias: Dínamica Dom/Sub ‧ Sugerente.
Pedido: Si.
𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 ‧ masterlist
La habitación olía a cera de vela y a una pizca de cuero, el ambiente claramente siendo preparado con cuidado e intención. Las luces estaban bajas, apenas un resplandor dorado iluminando las mantas desordenadas y los cuerpos que aguardaban en silencio. Wumuti y Rui se arrodillaban a cada lado del colchón, con la ropa justa y necesaria para mantener la tensión. El deseo ya estaba presente, flotando entre los tres, palpable, aguardando mientras sus respiraciones comenzaban a desacompasarse.
Quien los guiaba caminaba con una calma medida, y el sonido de sus pasos sobre la alfombra bastaba para que las espaldas se enderezaran. No había gritos ni urgencia, solo una voz suave que sabía exactamente cómo conducirlos.
—No quiero que hagan nada sin permiso —murmuró—. Esta noche su única tarea es obedecer.
Rui bajó la cabeza sin dudar y entreabrió los labios ligeramente agitado, revelando lo fácil que le resultaba entregarse. Wumuti, en cambio, tensó la mandíbula, pues el deseo de jugar al sumiso rebelde no se borraba tan rápido.
Las caricias comenzaron lentas en el cuello del mayor, que inclinó la cabeza con un suspiro apenas audible. Luego siguieron en la espalda de Rui, con los dedos recorriendo su piel sin prisa, despertando cada fibra del cuerpo.
—No se toquen —dijo con firmeza—. Si lo hacen sin permiso, se quedan mirando.
El temblor del taiwanés fue casi inmediato y Wumuti desvió la mirada sin decir nada, cerrando las manos en puños. La femenina se inclinó entre ellos, presionando apenas con el cuerpo y generando un roce que parecía quemar. Los dedos bajaron por el pecho de Rui, trazando un camino que lo hizo contener el aliento, mientras el líder de XLOV observaba con los labios entreabiertos.
—Muéstrenme qué tienen —ordenó, poniendo distancia—. Quiero verlos suplicar sin palabras.
El comando provocó un cosquilleo que corrió directo a sus entrepiernas, haciéndolos removerse ansiosos. Como pidió, no hubo súplicas audibles, pero hablaron a través de estremecimientos, músculos tensos y gestos contenidos, y eso bastó para que la noche finalmente comenzara.
Sinopsis: Siempre se esfuerza al máximo, así que decide cuidarlo.
Palabras: 0.3k
Género: Fluff.
Advertencias: Ninguna.
Pedido: Si.
𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 ‧ masterlist
El pasillo estaba casi a oscuras cuando Wumuti volvió del estudio, sus pasos resonando en el silencio del departamento. Rechinó los dientes, tratando de soltar el cansancio que le apretaba los hombros y le raspaba la garganta tras tantas horas de práctica.
—¿Se cortó la luz? —preguntó al aire, esperando que su pareja contestara desde algún rincón.
No obtuvo respuesta y, al cerrar la puerta, notó rosas pegadas en la madera junto a una nota. Frunció el ceño y se fijó en la flor más llamativa, carmesí, que tomó con el papel para leer unas dulces palabras que le estrujaron el corazón. De inmediato entendió que aquella noche le esperaba algo distinto, así que dejó sus pertenencias a un lado y avanzó con cuidado, los labios ligeramente curvados hacia arriba.
Se dejó guiar por un tenue aroma dulce que flotaba en el aire, mezcla de incienso y aceite. Quien pensó la sorpresa se había encargado de cuidar cada detalle en el hogar, especialmente en el salón principal, donde una manta mullida se extendía sobre el sillón y, en la mesa de café, incontables delicias brillaban.
—Sabía que llegarías agotado —dijo con voz tranquila—. Hoy no hay ensayos ni planes, solo descansarás hasta que te recuperes por completo.
Wumuti quedó inmóvil por un instante, intentando absorberlo todo, mientras la rosa impregnaba sus dedos con un delicado perfume. Caminó despacio hasta dejar caer el abrigo sobre el respaldo del sofá y, al sentir las manos tibias que lo guiaban a sentarse, soltó un suspiro que ni él mismo sabía que contenía.
—Preparé té para tus cuerdas vocales —explicó mientras le servía una taza.
—Gracias, amor —dijo, completamente agradecido, recién entonces notando cuánto se había exigido ese día.
Deslizó la porcelana entre los labios y tomó un sorbo, aliviando la garganta. Cerró los ojos por un momento, dejándose envolver por el calor de la bebida, el roce suave del cobertor y la presencia de su pareja.
—No sabía cuánto necesitaba esto —confesó, empezando a distenderse.
La noche siguió curso con ritmo lento, como si todo conspirara para que, por fin, pudiera respirar. En ese instante, se sintió a salvo, cuidado y, por un momento, completamente en paz.
