princess lia

the apartment was quiet except for the soft sound of your breathing and the occasional shift of fabric as fuma settled back against the headboard.

you knelt between her open thighs, her robe pushed aside, the warm, flushed skin of her cunt already glistening under the low light. your hands rested on her thighs, fingers slightly trembling. fuma’s hand slid into your hair, gathering it gently at the back of your head. not pulling yet—just holding, steady and sure.

“look at me,” she said quietly.

you lifted your eyes. hers were dark and soft and hungry all at once.

“there’s no rush. you’re going to take your time with me, and i’m going to walk you through every second. all you have to do is listen, okay?”

you nodded.

she guided your face closer until your lips brushed against her. the heat of her skin and the intimate scent of her made your stomach tighten.

“open for me,” she murmured. “soft kisses first.”

you pressed your mouth to her, shy. leaving small wet kisses along her heat. fuma exhaled through her nose, a quiet, pleased sound.

“that’s it. now give it a little kitten lick, taste it.”

your tongue slipped out and dragged a small slow, tentative line up the seam of her folds. the taste was warm and slightly sweet. her fingers tightened just a little in your hair, keeping you right there.

“gooood… keep going. long, slow strokes. flatten your tongue, cover all of me. can you do that for me, bunny?”

you nodded against her, a small, shaky sound catching in your throat. your tongue flattened and dragged another long line up the length of her folds, slower this time, more deliberate. the taste of her bloomed warmer on your tongue. fuma’s fingers flexed gently in your hair, not forcing, just keeping you exactly where she wanted.

“that’s it,” she praised, voice low and steady. “just like that. nice and thorough. you’re doing so good already. my sweet girl.”

you licked again, broader, covering more of her. her thighs shifted under your hands, a quiet exhale leaving her as you dragged over her clit by accident.

“mhmm… right there. stay higher for a second. soft circles around my clit, bunny. no rushing.”

she guided your head with that careful hand, tilting you until your tongue was right where she wanted it. you circled the swollen bud carefully, the tip of your tongue tracing slow, shy loops. fuma’s breathing deepened.

“perfect. look at you learning so fast. keep those soft little circles going… yes. just like that.”

your confidence grew with every quiet sound she made. you pressed a little firmer, then flattened your tongue and dragged over her clit in a slow, wet stroke. her fingers tightened in your hair for a second—just enough to sting sweetly at the roots—before relaxing again.

“mm—fuck… good girl. you’re making mommy feel so good. such a quick learner.”

she started guiding you more actively now, the hand in your hair setting a slow, rolling rhythm. slight, controlled movements of her hips pressed her cunt more fully against your mouth. not rough, just steady, teaching you the pace she liked.

“suck a little,” she murmured. “gentle. close your lips around it and pull. soft. i’m sensitive there, bunny.”

you obeyed, sealing your mouth around her clit and giving a careful, tentative suck. fuma’s head tipped back against the headboard, a low, pleased hum rolling out of her.

“yes… just like that. alternate between sucking and licking. you’re doing so good, pretty girl. making me throb.”

the praise sank deep into you. you stayed right there, licking and sucking in the rhythm she set, letting her use the hand in your hair to keep your mouth exactly where she needed it. soft, wet sounds filled the quiet room. her free hand stroked your cheek, then slid down to rest against the side of your neck, grounding you.

“ah—mm—lets try a little deeper now, bun” she said after a moment, voice a little breathier. “use that pretty tongue, taste how wet you made me.”

she guided your face lower, holding you steady as you pushed your tongue between her folds. the heat of her was overwhelming. you licked into her carefully, and her thighs tightened around your ears for a second.

“that’s it… fuck. stay right there. good girl. look so pretty between mommy's thighs—mmh—should just keep you here."

she held you in place, hips rolling in tiny, controlled circles against your mouth while the praise kept coming, soft and constant.

“you’re doing so good. look at this pretty mouth working so hard. my sweet, inexperienced girl learning how to eat cunt like she was made for it.”

your own thighs pressed tightly together, aching, but you stayed focused on her—the taste, the heat, the steady guidance of her hand in your hair. her breathing grew heavier. the grip tightened just enough to keep you locked against her clit.

“don’t stop, baby. i’m getting close. keep that tongue moving exactly like i showed you.”

you licked and sucked in the rhythm she had taught you, letting her use your mouth with those small, controlled rolls of her hips. soft, wet sounds filled the space between you. her free hand stroked your hair between the gentle pulls, petting and guiding at the same time.

“you’re doing so good… so good for me. pretty girl. keep going. don’t stop—”

her thighs tensed hard around your head. a broken, low moan spilled out of her as she came, pulsing against your tongue in warm, rhythmic waves. she held your face gently but firmly in place through it, letting you feel every flutter while she whispered.

“good girl… good girl…mmph—taking it so well. perfect. god—you’re so perfect.”

when the tremors finally eased, fuma loosened her grip and carefully guided your head up. your lips were shiny, chin wet, pupils dilated. she looked at you with a proud, gentle smile, dark eyes soft and full of heat as she studied your flushed face.

“come here,” she murmured, voice still a little rough.

she pulled you up into her lap without any rush, settling you against her chest so your thighs straddled one of hers. one hand came up to cup the back of your neck, the other stroking your cheek with her thumb, wiping away a little of the wetness she had left on your skin.

“my perfect girl,” she murmured against your lips. “you did so well. first time and you already made me come like that.”

her hand stroked down your back, as her other hand reached lower, slipping between your thighs where you were soaked and aching.

“now let me take care of this pretty cunt,” she whispered. “you’ve been so good. you deserve it.”

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every thrust is purposeful. deep. she keeps one hand pressed firm over your lower belly the whole time, right where she’s fucking into you, like she’s already feeling for the bulge of her cum filling ur stomach .

mini ⋆.*ೃ✧ contains: dom!fuma x sub!reader, fisting, fake sympathy, double penetration mentioned, squirting implied? take it as you will, multiple orgasms implied, voyeur!fuma implied, lmk if i missed anything! this is a rewrite of my sungho version!

hi lia!!

oh i think about it more than i should tbh… like it is noticeable how proud they are of their bodies and as they should tbh!! from who loves it the most to the least…

members who really enjoy it are fuma, kei, jo and taki !! they just love being vulnerable for you and they let you do anything you want to them, maybe they even ask you if you could play with their nipples while you jerk them off, the sweet sounds of them begging you to play with them or kiss their chest or suck their nipples ugh…

taki is the most sensitive of them all, always whimpering and begging you to stop playing with his nipples, not because he hates it but because he finishes too quickly whenever you play with him, it just feels so good, while his words tell you "please stop, i won't last long if you keep doing that" the grip of his hands on your wrists or the sheets say otherwise… and you bet he is so messy when he finishes, looooves it when you play with his nipples while he is still fully clothed making a mess inside his pants because the sensation of your fingers and tongue playing with his nipples through the fabric of his shirt its too much

definitely fuma, kei and jo could finish by just feeling your touch as well, they are extra sensitive when you run your fingers through their bodies, they even guide your hands to find their nipples and they shudder at how good your hands and mouth feels around them, they just love how you never leaving a nipple unattended but i feel it would take for you to touch their aching cock too for them to be able to finish…

euijoo is a bit shy with it so he doesn't really ask for it but you know he secretly loves it, how he furrows his eyebrows whenever you attach your lips to his nipples and tries so hard to hide those shy whimpers

yuma enjoys it in the sense that he just loves how you praise his body, he's more cocky and playful with it, he just gives you a cocky smile whenever you play with his nipples, he doesn't stop you, it feels good, specially when you are sucking him off and he just loves how into you are into his body, he definitely moans or groans whenever you play with his nipples but he is not particularly into it (but he always lets you play with him as much as you want!!)

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fem! reader x Jo, soft dom! Jo, punishment, fingering, edging, brat tamer Jo, short drabble.

Jo is gentle with you.

He always is. Always has been.

The kind of boyfriend who kisses your forehead before anything else, who carries your bag without asking, who blushes when you tease him too much in front of the others. He’s soft-spoken, a little shy, someone who listens more than he speaks. You love that about him. You love how he curls around you at night like he’s afraid you’ll slip away, how his fingers trace your skin like you’re made of something fragile.

But he warned you once, quietly, not as a threat, but a truth.

“I don’t like it when you misbehave,” he’d said, brushing your hair back behind your ear, voice barely above a whisper. “Please don’t make me handle you.”

You didn’t listen. Because soft little Jo couldn’t possibly mean that the way it sounded… right?

But tonight, you pushed him. You were bored, bratty, playing with fire just to see if it would burn. And Jo didn’t snap. He didn’t raise his voice. He just… changed.

His touch didn’t get rough, it got more precise. Slow and intentional. The softness stayed, but the warmth behind it cooled into something else entirely. And the way he looked at you? Not shy anymore.

“Turn around,” he said quietly, tilting his head like he couldn’t quite believe you were still testing him. “Now.”

You hesitated, and he stepped closer. His hand on your chin was featherlight, but his grip was absolute when he tilted your face up to meet his gaze.

“You’ve been acting out all evening,” he murmured. “Touching me when you know you shouldn’t. Saying things just to get a reaction. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

You swallowed. His tone didn’t match the words, so calm, so terribly composed.

“Baby,” he whispered, brushing his thumb along your lower lip, “you know I don’t like to do this. But if you keep being bad, I will teach you how to behave. You’re not getting away with it just because you think I’m soft.”

You shiver. Because Jo is soft. Sweet, loving.

Until you push him. And then he’s the calmest, cruelest brat tamer you’ve ever known, one who makes you feel more exposed under his voice than any rough hand ever could.

“Don’t pout,” he says when you whine, pulling your hips back with one hand as he leans over you. “You knew what this would get you.”

And when he finally touches you, slow, just enough to make you ache. He leans down, lips brushing your ear. His voice still gentle, but now with that patronizing lilt that makes your whole body tense.

“Bad girls don’t get to be spoiled. You want soft, baby? Then behave.”

Your body’s shaking. 

You’re not even sure how long it’s been, how many times he’s brought you to the edge and taken it away. How many times he’s held you right there, teetering on the edge of heaven, only to steal it like it never belonged to you. Your pussy is aching and dripping, overstimulated, needy, clenching around nothing everytime he removes his fingers.

Jo hasn’t even broken a sweat.

His expression hasn’t changed once. He’s still got that same unreadable, calm look on his face. Not angry or flustered. Just… disappointed.

And somehow, that makes it worse.

He sighs, like he’s the one being burdened. Like you made this hard for him.

“You’re really not making this easy for me, baby.”

You let out a broken sob, hips trembling as you try to grind down against his hand again, his digits so deep inside of you bumping against your g-spot over and over again, your walls clenching around them, the pressure on your lower belly telling you that you were so, so close. But his fingers pull away before you can, slick and glistening but unforgiving.

“Did I say you could come?”

You whimper.

Jo just clicks his tongue softly, wiping his fingers on your thigh like you’re too messy to be worth the effort.

“I don’t want to do this, you know,” he says, voice low, like he’s explaining something to a misbehaving child. “But when you act like a spoiled little brat, I don’t have a choice.”

He shifts, brushing your hair back as he leans over you, resting one hand on the small of your back while the other returns between your legs, slowly, like a reward he’s not sure you’ve earned.

“If you just behaved—if you listened—we wouldn’t be here. I’d be spoiling you. Kissing you. Letting you fall apart in my lap like a good girl.”

You cry out, thighs shaking again. It’s so much, and it’s never enough. Every pass of his fingers makes you flinch, your whole body begging to come, but you don’t even trust him to let you.

And he knows that.

“But you weren’t good tonight,” he continues, condescendingly gentle. “You were greedy. Needy. Pushing and pushing because you wanted attention.”

He presses down, rubbing soft circles against your clit now. Slow and steady. You feel yourself unraveling again, everything tightening like a rubber band about to snap.

“And now look at you,” he murmurs, lips brushing your cheek. “Pathetic. Teary. Falling apart just because I won’t let you come.”

Your hips buck.

He stops. You sob.

Jo only hums, soothingly, like he’s comforting you through your own punishment.

“It’s okay, baby. You’re learning. Slowly,” he adds, with a soft smirk. “But we’re getting there.”

You turn your head, trying to look at him, eyes wide and wet and pleading.

He wipes your cheek with his thumb. Kisses the corner of your mouth like he’s not torturing you.

“One more time,” he whispers. “Be good for me, and maybe I’ll let you come this time. No more whining. No more begging. Just stay still and take it like a good girl.”

And his fingers start moving again. Perfect and calculated. He watches your every twitch, listens to every sound you make, like he’s measuring how close he can take you without letting you go.