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synopsis: three months in with your roommate, takayama riki. what's new? nothing, except for the fact that it's becoming harder to turn a blind eye to his weird antics. i mean seriously, what kind of roommate asks for a taste of your pussy?
genre: perv roommate!taki x fem!reader, roommates au, smut, porn > plot
tw: perverted roommate, cursing, dead dove do note eat (bordering), dubcon, con, fingering, munch taki, oral (fem!receiving), fabric sucking, panty sniffing, masturbation, pussy drunkness, praise, switch!taki, switch!reader, degradation, making out, cum eating, massaging, hints of perverted acts (peeping, exhibitionism, panty stealing, first aid) ⋆ wc: 4.8k (went over A LOTTA board)
a/n: perv!taki is back yall, fcking finally!!! she wrote what's been plaguing on her mind so now i can move on. this is so heavily filled with all kinds of perv shit that it legit took me a while, but hopefully everyone enjoys reading this as much as i did writing it mwahh... requests are open wink ;P -> please don't copy or translate ~^^
it’s been around three and a half months since you moved into taki’s apartment and the experience is… interesting to say the least. you didn’t notice it at first, but lately it’s been getting harder to ignore. what exactly? well–
for one, there was the constant masturbation. anytime and anywhere.
“why were you in my bedroom?” you questioned, seeing him carefully exiting your room, skin uncharacteristically shining with moisture. maybe he left his hoodie there again, like last time.
“y-yn! i- you know, just exercising. the ac unit in my room wasn't working and i gotta keep the routine consistent.” your head slowed to a nod, hand on the handle before he stopped you. his hand wiped away at the sweat that trickled down his damp skin, eyes unfocused trying to search for an excuse. “it smells. the room probably smells like sweat, so you might wanna let it air out firs–”
“it’s fine. i’m used to your sweat by now,” despite his rushed pleas, you easily unlocked the door, nostrils immediately being hit with the sticky scent of cum, humidity, and taki’s cologne. the air was thick with its scent. warm, salty, and a little musky–a sickly mixture that caused nerves to run down straight to your thighs at the realization of what ‘exercise’ he was actually doing. you stepped inside, the hot air of post-sex only enveloping you more, and calmly turned around to face him.
“it smells fine. seriously taki, you had me worried for a sec.”
he sighed a breath that he didn’t even know he was holding in, relief covering his expression at the innocent smile you flashed him before closing the door with a small thump. as his footsteps grew fainter, you felt yourself fall into the messy sheets. hands exploring the cloth knowing that it was probably gripped and pulled with rigour as he brought himself to his climax. heavy panting radiating within these very walls, hips stuttering with every thrust he did whilst fisting his cock. pathetically grinding into the fluffy sheets that were drenched in the sweet nectar of your scent, thighs shaking uncontrollably to push himself to another orgasm.
a huff slipped from your nibbled lips, nose nuzzling into the fabric before eyeing the rest of the room for changes. and there it was, right in your laundry basket, sitting atop the dirty pile like it had been there the whole time, but you knew better. your gray, lace-lined cotton panties. crumpled and most likely hurriedly shoved into the pile by the male you shared a living space with. you haven’t seen that particular article of clothing for the past five days and now it magically reappeared in your basket with a fresh pearly stain coating the front of the crotch. it glistened in the light, mocking you for your ignorance until then. “this cannot be a fucking coincidence.”
later came the sounds that accompanied it. ones that only seemed to get louder whenever you were getting off.
“oh fuck, n-need more please.” you moaned, moving the vibrator in slow, small circles around your clit, pressing harder on occasion to heighten the pleasure that caused goosebumps to scatter over your skin. your thumb flicked the button, moving up a setting that intensified the heat building in your lower half. whines slipped with every passing moment, feet hiking higher on the bed and digging further into the mattress.
“more– hurts s-so goood,” your movements pause at the muffled voice. soft, whiny and so evidently his. taki must be fucking into his fleshlight again. what good timing, almost like he was listening in. your eyebrows pulled together from the pleasure, vibe now on the highest setting pressing harshly against your swollen pussy. instantly, you throw your head back crying in pure ecstasy.
“f-fuuuck– oh god, oh god!”
his moans bled from the other room into yours making you all the more aware of the orgasm washing over his body. “need to be in youuu, pretty.” you felt your hips twitch involuntarily against the toy hearing the pet name. heat flooded your face, nails scrambling to tug at the disheveled bedding.
you couldn’t seem to focus anymore. your head filled with the pornographic sounds that bounced on your walls–low buzzing from your toy vibrator, broken sobs leaking from taki’s lips, the soft, wet squelching of cum being fucked into repeatedly, and you own shaky whimpers stifled by the shirt you hiked up to aggressively bite down on. the noise vibrated straight through you, huffing and puffing at the groans your roommate choked out.
“haaaah– too much…” you whimpered, drool sopping the fabric that fell as your mouth hung open, no longer caring if he or your neighbors could hear you. what if he was waiting for you to touch yourself? could he be listening to you moan? see you through that sliver by your door? the rush of inappropriate thoughts only made the feeling worse, deepening the image of taki–sweating in bed, arm over his eyes that shut in pleasure, mouth falling open to make you blatantly aware of the high-pitched sounds that tore from his throat. hips snapping erratically, fleshlight spilling with cum with his dick slipping in and out, pushing himself to another violent orgasm.
“nghhh–! g-gonna cum,” you choked out, voice cracking into a sob. you fell to your side, curling into yourself with your thighs roughly clenched together, vibrations only causing your body to stiffen. the sounds deafen and your vision whites out as your orgasm crashed over you, pussy fluttering around the cold air with waves of pleasure tearing through.
“c-cum for me, pretty… yes, fuuuck–” taki’s broken whimper rang in your ears before silence resonated in the space. you could feel it, the way your cunt kept clenching against nothing, slowly pushing your cum out till it dripped into your sheets. your ceiling stared back at you, body tuckered out from the most wrongfully delicious orgasm.
“oh what have i done?” you stared your door down, wishing it would just come alive and smack some sense into you. you had just gotten off to your roommate without his knowledge, and you’re pretty sure he did the same thing with you. he left you breathless, legs trembling and still craving for more. the cool air kissed your burning skin, cum slowly dripping from your hole pooling around the abandoned vibe. “taki can never know about this.”
then there was his excessively nice personality. chasing after you with his tail tucked between his legs offering to help you with everything.
“taki, are you sure? i can always just go to a professional for this.”
he dripped the oil into his hands, gently massaging it into his hands. the smell of eucalyptus and essential oils diffused throughout the living space. “trust me, i’m great with my hands. this is also way cheaper than those private spas.” you knew he was right, and even if living with him was less expensive than your old place it wouldn’t hurt for you to save a few bucks. plus, it was just a massage. simple.
you laid yourself down, breath hitching as he unbuttoned your turnt shirt that you insisted on wearing backwards to protect your front half. this is fine. totally fine. completely, absolutely– a heavy weight beared down on your behind, the hard muscles of his thighs sitting atop caging you in between him, heat drastically spreading across like sparks. not fine! not fine at all! “taki… you better not be getting any ideas.”
his oiled fingers pressed into your lower back, two thumbs pressing along the edge of your spine before easing upwards. his calloused fingers kneaded your muscles, fat cushioning around his hands as he rolled the knots from the fleshier areas by your back and ass. the slow drag on his fingertips across your skin burned your skin, sensitivity building from the featherlight touches. a chuckle that started as a deep rumble in his throat slipped out into a husky breath, “calm down, pretty.”
he fixed his position, sighing in relief at the feeling of settling himself right by your ass. clothed dick selfishly weighing heavy between your cheeks. it was so hot. if you closed your eyes you could almost feel it dripping onto you, panties slowly soaking itself the longer he stayed massaging you. “nghhh– harder,” you whined as he pressed a particularly tense knot out with his knuckle, sniffles leaving your nose at the delectable pain.
“hurts, huh?” he cooed, mockery lining his tone as he pushed himself further into your backside, touches pressing harder to elicit more broken whimpers and whines from your mouth. “let it all out, baby.” you silently nodded, feelings colliding and folds slick with wetness knowing that roommates are not supposed to be this close.
it only got worse the closer you two got. taki was like this clingy puppy that desperately craved for your validation and affection. it truly didn’t matter how minor the action was, he would always go out of his way to lend his assistance. even if it ended up with him accidentally getting hurt.
a pained hiss reached your ears, frown deepening while you continued to cautiously dab antiseptic around the cut. the open wound slowly began to accumulate blood again despite being washed with soap just moments ago. it was a clear tear of skin located at the bottom of his palm, a clean but deep cut that was caused by a slip of the kitchen knife. ironically from the “chef” between you two.
“shit– i’m sorry,” he apologised, teeth biting into the plush fat of his bottom lip.
you glanced at him, eyes already focusing on your features with the utmost steadiness. even with the pain that struck from his hand, force consistently pushing down around the wound, his eyebrows tensed with care as he looked at you. “why are you apologising dummy? it was just an accident. damnit! i knew we should’ve just ordered in instead of cooking. idiot…”
“don’t be too upset, pretty. it’ll heal,” he eyes relaxed, smiling at the way you gently covered the wound with a band-aid covered with teddy bears. “kiss it better?”
it was supposed to be a joke. when he brought his hand up to your mouth, pout so evidently exaggerated, you both knew it was a joke. so pray tell, why on earth did you cradle his hand in yours and lean in to kiss it? glossy lips pressing against the plaster covered wound, warm breath sinking into his flesh. his breath hitched, eyes darkened at your boldness before forcing the palm further into your lips. “mmph–!” your eyes widened, quickly pulling back with a faint mmch sound that hauntingly lingered in his ears.
nervous under his gaze, you dropped his hand and turned away to pack the supplies back into the first aid kit, refusing to pay mind to the way he sat there staring at the palm of his hand. his heart raced, hands clamming up and dick twitching at the sight of your sticky lipgloss that stained his skin a pretty pink. he was paralyzed, the devil on his shoulder whispering thoughts of what those lips would look like wrapped around his thick cock, choking moans down as he forces you to take more down your throat.
why did you do that? what is actually the matter with you? no no, it was an accident. an innocent gesture… surely he thinks so too.
and yet, even after discovering all those quirks of his, you couldn’t stand the thought of pulling away from him. so what if the boundaries and behavior of normal roommates were disregarded here and there? it didn’t matter. it also didn’t help that he sounded so pleasant.
breath falling and rising as he overstimulated himself to the idea of you, voice returning to its infuriatingly shy tone as soon as he sees you acting as if nothing happened in his bedroom. you refused to hate him, especially knowing he would never do anything that actually made you uncomfortable. after all, it was just taki.
sweet, lovable, and affectionate taki.
while your knowledge of his twisted acts grew, so did the fire within him. every moment with you only fanned the flame, corrupting his mind with images and tests to see when you would crack, finally letting him indulge in his sick desires. you’ve held out this long, but tonight he would find the perfect excuse for you to finally give in.
“can i join you?” a harmless question from your messy haired roommate, absentmindedly nodding before patting the spot beside you. movie nights, a classic occasion that frequently happened in the apartment. you tucked your feet under yourself, toes curling in to sustain that warm as your body unintentionally leans closer to him. “kimi no nawa again?”
you huffed and shoved his shoulder as soon as he plopped himself down, “yes, again! it’s a good movie.”
“i’m not complaining, yn. i like it too.” he laughed, a surprisingly warm and bright sound, mixing in with the audio coming from the speakers. evening light filtered through the curtains, barely lighting up the room in white light. he shifted on the couch, choosing to lie his head on your lap before “casually” scrolling through the feed on his phone. you’ve become accustomed to his touchy self at this point, finding it natural the way his hands always found an excuse to touch you.
your hands easily find their way into his hair. a fading ash brown that looked a little too long, desperately in need of a haircut, but felt soft all throughout on your fingertips rather than sharp, brittle ends. he hummed in response to the gentle touch, muscles loosening into the cushions. “i should cut my hair soon huh.” he flicked the pale bangs that tickled his eyelashes, irritated at the way it kept falling back into place like a persistent cowlick.
“is that a threat?”
he snorted in amusement, briefly looking up at you whose eyes were already on him. “i’m being serious.” he reveled at how you studied his features, thumb following his thick brows until it grazed his lashes. it fluttered at the ticklish feeling, falling shut at your touch.
“so am i. keep it. you’re already handsome like this.” he smiled, brain tingling at the soft politeness in your voice.
moments pass and the peace remains the same with your eyes having moved to stay on the screen, occupied with the scene of mitsuha hanging with her friends by the school. how they relished their high school days, lazing on benches during lunches, riding bikes over town. taki, however, seemed to be more preoccupied with the thin fabric of your cotton shorts riding up your plush thighs. the design, simple and clean, irritated him beyond end. a little rough as he palmed the cotton noticing the few pills that gathered showing its repeated use over your stay here. pale buttons and ribbon that served no purpose other than pure temptation towards the male.
his fingers traced lazy circles on your skin, never leaving for a moment. “aren’t you cold, baby? you’re barely wearing anything.” he commented, breaking the peaceful atmosphere and your concentration. his cheek puffed out making his overall appearance look wholesome. like a puppy who could do no wrong.
“not really, your hoodie’s keeping me cozy, thank you very much. plus you’re pretty warm yourself so that helps.” his hoodie. you asked to borrow it a while back and it looked so good on you that he never even tried to ask for it back. a small way of marking you his. the flush on his face darkened, fingers slowing to a stop.
yn’s skin is so soft. i could just– hooooo.
“taki– stop that…”
he bit his lip embarrassed, but still not stopping his ministrations. he was just blowing a bit of warm air to heat up your skin, no harm. “what? i-i’m just trying to keep you warm, yn. just like you said.” he turned his head, lips brushing close to your inner thigh sending a shiver down your spine. his tongue peaked out, a smidge of saliva cooling your skin.
“ki–! seriously, it feels weird…” you finally gave up on scolding him, body decompressing at the sight of him shutting his phone with a huff tossing it on the coffee table with a clunk. he repositioned himself back to his “normal,” face nosing against your front as if it were a completely routine habit between you two. “oi–”
“just focus on the movie, pretty. wanna rest for a while.” he murmured against your thigh, wrapping his arms around your hips, pulling himself closer. while the shirt stayed loose, collar showing his defined collarbones, it looked to be one size too small, biceps constrained against the sleeves of the black top. shit. the warmth between your legs was getting harder to ignore. stop looking, you weirdo. you rolled your eyes, heartbeat pulsing in your throat hoping that he couldn’t smell the wetness that soaked your panties the longer he tirelessly insisted on staying in that position.
stillness took over, movie playing in the background. this was absolute torture. you kept glancing at the clock hand ticking away, the walls plain as usual, and the movie which was no longer being listened to. anything that could distract you from the growing wetness that flooded your shorts. it had been ten minutes since he last teased you and because you refused to spare a glance in his direction, you had no clue if the drool was coming from his sleep or from your own arousal.
“ki? they’re researching the town in the library now. it’s your favourite scene. you should wake up now.”
silence.
the words hung in the air, waiting for a response. your skin felt like it was burning, short huffs hitting the skin every other second, making the sensation worse. his neck flushed crimson, legs only getting stickier from the hot air coming from his mouth. “taki?” you ran your fingers through his messy locks to lightly tilt his head the slightest part back.
“n-no–!”
there he was. drool dripped from the corners of his lips painting your skin with a glossy sheen that reflected the light seeping from the outside world. eyes fogged with a dusty cloud of lust, staring unsteadily into the mess coating your inner thighs and shorts.
he whimpered at the exposure of his actions, voice cracking as he tried to defend himself. “ahhhh—! ‘m sorry, pretty. you just smelled so good. was practically leaking straight from the source, i-i just wanted a little taste.”
mortification, craving, fervour, shame, scrutiny. a complete wave of emotions washed over your body, each one continuing to mess with your head. your hand faltered. taki, taking advantage of your weakness, immediately dived back in, sucking and lapping at the sopping fabric. wet slurping filled your ears the more intense he tongued at the fabric. he ignored the way your eyes drilled holes into his sorry self, actions overwritten with the desire to memorize the faint taste of the nectar that seeped through your clothes.
your hand settled in his hair, tugging him back once again to gawk at the disheveled individual, cheeks glowing with a rosy tint. why was he so pretty like this? a disgusting pervert of a roommate who could no longer hide his impure desperate intentions towards you.
“y-you shouldn’t be doing this, taki. no… y-you’re my friend. this isn’t supposed to happen!”
three and a half months. you have had to deal with his sick behavior for three and a half months, and what do you get in return? nothing but a pussy drunk freak submitting to his inner thoughts. “don’t make this weird, taki. please—”
nails sharply dug into your skin, hissing in pain at the harsh grip of the male. reality slowly snapped back into him, but it served no help. he was too far gone. too close to his goal. “just a taste, pretty. o-one lick is all i need at the least…” your eyes searched his, trying to find any semblance of sanity only to return with nothing but desperate frenzy. “your promise… you agreed to help me out whenever i needed it. you p-promised me that, yn.”
is he seriously holding you to that shit?
“i need this. please, pretty. ca-can i?” his hand dragged over the hoodie, down the seam of your shorts until it reached your covered core. the fabric, once an opaque white, had become a sheer colour, translucent enough to reveal the pastel pink panties you wore. he shakily stroked the damp fabric, sucking in a breath at the sudden jerk of your hips towards his hand. “fuck… you want this just as much as i do. let me make this pussy feel good, yn.”
you wanted to stop him. scream in horror at the depraved sight… but you couldn’t.
maybe it was the way he looked. gaze relentless, eyes yearning deeply, obsessed at the chance of having you. he didn’t smile, not the smallest quirk of his lips. hands rubbing your skin nice and slow, a sad attempt at making you admit defeat.
and it was working. no matter how disgusted you were with him, hating the ignorance you played those few months, you were one of the same. you were going to let him have you. you knew it and so did he. so why are you still resisting?
his heart stuttered. nerves rattling him inside. please give in, pretty.
“o-okay, just a quick taste…” with your hand turning limp in his hair, taki swallowed adam's apple bobbing. he adjusted your positions, your back now settling against the piled pillows by the arm of the couch as he spread your legs, revealing the damp spot to both your eyes and the cold air. fucking finally!
the grip on your thighs tensed, his tongue lolling out before gradually following the bumps of the threaded seams sending small shots of pleasure to your core. “oh nghhh—! t-taki, don’t tease.” he grinned, a wicked smile framing his face as he ignored your protests to savour the taste of you on his lips. he leaned in, nose dragging along the material only making the sensation more painfully hot.
“hahhh, more—” you gasped, voice breaking with need.
“look who’s desperate now.” he said, tone firm and mocking. “patience, baby. we’ve got the whole night ahead. no need to rush just because your poor pussy can’t wait to be licked.”
“nghhh—!” he softly slapped the wet fabric, coated in a mixture of his sticky saliva and your arousal. sparks ran across your skin at the sudden strike of his hand. you forced your eyes shut, teeth digging down hard enough to draw a bead of blood. it was cruel. the moment you gave in, he had you in the palm of his hand. his little plaything.
it’s slow. cotton shorts slipping down your legs, panties following suit with a string of arousal clinging to the darkened fabric. he tossed the soiled shorts behind him with disregard, but held the panties in his open palm. you thought he would toss it away, put it aside or even tuck it in his pocket. anything reasonable. instead, he let it dangle from his finger, lifting it for the light to hit and highlight the different tones and shades, how it creased it certain areas, the scent that slowly exuded notes of musk and sugar, almost a honeyed sweetness that could change his brain chemistry with a single inhale.
you gasped as your sight centered on cum flashing a pearlescent white only reflecting brighter from the ceiling light. “sto—” he shifted his weight, pushing you back, hand strong between your tits, clenching the woven material of his hoodie.
with your panties in hand, he brought it up to his face taking a deep inhale. obnoxious. embarrassing. depraved. a loud whine escaped your lips, fingers grappling his ash brown hair to pull him far away from the rotten thing. you were ashamed at the lustful view, at the way his infatuation with you only made you wetter. “s-shit, yn!” he moaned, eyes tearing up at the sharp, stinging sensation coming from his head. the pressure pulled blood straight to his dick, pain only turning him on as he felt the control in the room drastically shift.
“you’re a fucking pervert. say it.”
your anger fell on deaf ears, whimpers and choked up whines slipping one after the other the harder you pulled at the strands. “fucking say it!”
“i-im a pervert! your pervert. o-only yours, pretty. only yours…”
his whines were quickly shut up with a tug of his hair towards your exposed pussy, slick glistening and pooling below you. so close. smells like heaven. he eyed the little pearl that beaded on your clit. it was calling to him, begging to be licked clean. “please, baby. i’ll be so good for you.” he continued, face trying to push forward for a lick.
you feigned a pout, your own breath catching as he sniffled upset with your cruelty. give and take, right? “please.”
his face neared the bead, lips licking nervously, hunger laced in his gaze as it looked up at you for permission. he would obey, seeking to please you over and over until your mind entered a subspace. your grip loosened, a signal he took, tongue darting out before languidly licking a fat stripe through your folds. a shaky groan escaped his slick lips. eyes rolled to the back of his head as soon as your taste invaded his mouth. pure sugar melting on the tip of his tongue, tastebuds tingling like it was his last meal. “th-thank you–yes… thank you, pretty.”
his mouth sealed around your clit, moist heat running over your skin as he sucked with thorough tenderness that made your legs squeeze around his head, hairs tickling your thighs while you suffocated the poor man of any available air. “oh, god…” voice cracking, thick shaky finger hesitantly prodding at your entrance. inch by inch, his finger was enveloped by your wet heat.
“my pretty baby can take another, can’t you?”
a soft, shaky gasp escaped. quiet nods responding with tears brimming your eyes. he smiled against your cunt, dragging more long, sloppy stripes up your clit. words muffled against you shooting vibrations along your spine, spurring you on. “stooop–! no, wait… nghhh–”
he slid the second one in, pushing them deep into your cunt, listening to you pathetically whine as he harshly curls them up. “so good for me.” eyes fluttered shut, needy whimpers echoing in your head. eager licks, tongue dragging heavy as he pressed his face deeper into you, suckling your clit swollen.
“taki–” you gasped, hands tugging him closer, arousal dripping all over his face. “w-wanna cum. pleeease.”
cheeks flushed a deep red, eyes dazed with lust. his tongue was relentless, struggling to breathe but desperate to have you flood his mouth. he sobbed against your soaked cunt, head throbbing from a mixture of his lack of oxygen and the sensation of your nails scratching his scalp as you near your orgasm.
your legs trembled, strong hands gripping it down to stop you from squirming away as the coil snaps, hips rutting heavily on his flattened tongue. “cu-cum, cumming! taki–nghhh!”
your body arched up into his mouth, fresh tears slipping down your cheeks, gushing thick, hot fluid into his mouth. his lashes fluttered, wet, obscene sounds spilling from his as he drank it up, tongue lapping you sensitive. you sniffled, hands slipping from his hair to push him away while your tremors eased.
he shifted his position, watching your chest rise and fall with a steady, rhythmic pattern. soft, lingering kisses littered up your neck, each one coating the spot with a sheen of saliva. a low chuckle rumbled through his chest at the sight of your half-lidded eyes, mouth agape trying to catch your breath. his thumb pulled your lip the slightest bit down, slotting his lips against yours.
“ahhhh–”
the warm taste of your cum and taki’s saliva filled your mouth, hands grasping his shirt tugging his closer. so this is what you tasted like. sweet cum, bitter chocolate, and something distinctly you. fuck.
heat trickled your skin, sweat dripping down, cum squelching while you rubbed your thighs together. no more. too much. his tongue found its way inside, massaging against your own as he coated it with his taste. the air between you two felt hotter, taki’s hand guiding yours down his body to rest on his bulge. damp against your palm, your thumb gently rubbed at the wet patch. he threw his head back with a loud moan, a string of spit connecting you two threatening to break.
you felt dizzy, body consumed with his touch. he thrusted up into your hand, leaning in to bite your lip. “taki–! i-i can’t…”
“tapping out already, pretty? but we’ve barely gotten started.” oh fuck me.
synopsis: three months in with your roommate, takayama riki. what's new? nothing, except for the fact that it's becoming harder to turn a blind eye to his weird antics. i mean seriously, what kind of roommate asks for a taste of your pussy?
genre: perv roommate!taki x fem!reader, roommates au, smut, porn > plot
tw: perverted roommate, cursing, dead dove do note eat (bordering), dubcon, con, fingering, munch taki, oral (fem!receiving), fabric sucking, panty sniffing, masturbation, pussy drunkness, praise, switch!taki, switch!reader, degradation, making out, cum eating, massaging, hints of perverted acts (peeping, exhibitionism, panty stealing, first aid) ⋆ wc: 4.8k (went over A LOTTA board)
a/n: perv!taki is back yall, fcking finally!!! she wrote what's been plaguing on her mind so now i can move on. this is so heavily filled with all kinds of perv shit that it legit took me a while, but hopefully everyone enjoys reading this as much as i did writing it mwahh... requests are open wink ;P -> please don't copy or translate ~^^
it’s been around three and a half months since you moved into taki’s apartment and the experience is… interesting to say the least. you didn’t notice it at first, but lately it’s been getting harder to ignore. what exactly? well–
for one, there was the constant masturbation. anytime and anywhere.
“why were you in my bedroom?” you questioned, seeing him carefully exiting your room, skin uncharacteristically shining with moisture. maybe he left his hoodie there again, like last time.
“y-yn! i- you know, just exercising. the ac unit in my room wasn't working and i gotta keep the routine consistent.” your head slowed to a nod, hand on the handle before he stopped you. his hand wiped away at the sweat that trickled down his damp skin, eyes unfocused trying to search for an excuse. “it smells. the room probably smells like sweat, so you might wanna let it air out firs–”
“it’s fine. i’m used to your sweat by now,” despite his rushed pleas, you easily unlocked the door, nostrils immediately being hit with the sticky scent of cum, humidity, and taki’s cologne. the air was thick with its scent. warm, salty, and a little musky–a sickly mixture that caused nerves to run down straight to your thighs at the realization of what ‘exercise’ he was actually doing. you stepped inside, the hot air of post-sex only enveloping you more, and calmly turned around to face him.
“it smells fine. seriously taki, you had me worried for a sec.”
he sighed a breath that he didn’t even know he was holding in, relief covering his expression at the innocent smile you flashed him before closing the door with a small thump. as his footsteps grew fainter, you felt yourself fall into the messy sheets. hands exploring the cloth knowing that it was probably gripped and pulled with rigour as he brought himself to his climax. heavy panting radiating within these very walls, hips stuttering with every thrust he did whilst fisting his cock. pathetically grinding into the fluffy sheets that were drenched in the sweet nectar of your scent, thighs shaking uncontrollably to push himself to another orgasm.
a huff slipped from your nibbled lips, nose nuzzling into the fabric before eyeing the rest of the room for changes. and there it was, right in your laundry basket, sitting atop the dirty pile like it had been there the whole time, but you knew better. your gray, lace-lined cotton panties. crumpled and most likely hurriedly shoved into the pile by the male you shared a living space with. you haven’t seen that particular article of clothing for the past five days and now it magically reappeared in your basket with a fresh pearly stain coating the front of the crotch. it glistened in the light, mocking you for your ignorance until then. “this cannot be a fucking coincidence.”
later came the sounds that accompanied it. ones that only seemed to get louder whenever you were getting off.
“oh fuck, n-need more please.” you moaned, moving the vibrator in slow, small circles around your clit, pressing harder on occasion to heighten the pleasure that caused goosebumps to scatter over your skin. your thumb flicked the button, moving up a setting that intensified the heat building in your lower half. whines slipped with every passing moment, feet hiking higher on the bed and digging further into the mattress.
“more– hurts s-so goood,” your movements pause at the muffled voice. soft, whiny and so evidently his. taki must be fucking into his fleshlight again. what good timing, almost like he was listening in. your eyebrows pulled together from the pleasure, vibe now on the highest setting pressing harshly against your swollen pussy. instantly, you throw your head back crying in pure ecstasy.
“f-fuuuck– oh god, oh god!”
his moans bled from the other room into yours making you all the more aware of the orgasm washing over his body. “need to be in youuu, pretty.” you felt your hips twitch involuntarily against the toy hearing the pet name. heat flooded your face, nails scrambling to tug at the disheveled bedding.
you couldn’t seem to focus anymore. your head filled with the pornographic sounds that bounced on your walls–low buzzing from your toy vibrator, broken sobs leaking from taki’s lips, the soft, wet squelching of cum being fucked into repeatedly, and you own shaky whimpers stifled by the shirt you hiked up to aggressively bite down on. the noise vibrated straight through you, huffing and puffing at the groans your roommate choked out.
“haaaah– too much…” you whimpered, drool sopping the fabric that fell as your mouth hung open, no longer caring if he or your neighbors could hear you. what if he was waiting for you to touch yourself? could he be listening to you moan? see you through that sliver by your door? the rush of inappropriate thoughts only made the feeling worse, deepening the image of taki–sweating in bed, arm over his eyes that shut in pleasure, mouth falling open to make you blatantly aware of the high-pitched sounds that tore from his throat. hips snapping erratically, fleshlight spilling with cum with his dick slipping in and out, pushing himself to another violent orgasm.
“nghhh–! g-gonna cum,” you choked out, voice cracking into a sob. you fell to your side, curling into yourself with your thighs roughly clenched together, vibrations only causing your body to stiffen. the sounds deafen and your vision whites out as your orgasm crashed over you, pussy fluttering around the cold air with waves of pleasure tearing through.
“c-cum for me, pretty… yes, fuuuck–” taki’s broken whimper rang in your ears before silence resonated in the space. you could feel it, the way your cunt kept clenching against nothing, slowly pushing your cum out till it dripped into your sheets. your ceiling stared back at you, body tuckered out from the most wrongfully delicious orgasm.
“oh what have i done?” you stared your door down, wishing it would just come alive and smack some sense into you. you had just gotten off to your roommate without his knowledge, and you’re pretty sure he did the same thing with you. he left you breathless, legs trembling and still craving for more. the cool air kissed your burning skin, cum slowly dripping from your hole pooling around the abandoned vibe. “taki can never know about this.”
then there was his excessively nice personality. chasing after you with his tail tucked between his legs offering to help you with everything.
“taki, are you sure? i can always just go to a professional for this.”
he dripped the oil into his hands, gently massaging it into his hands. the smell of eucalyptus and essential oils diffused throughout the living space. “trust me, i’m great with my hands. this is also way cheaper than those private spas.” you knew he was right, and even if living with him was less expensive than your old place it wouldn’t hurt for you to save a few bucks. plus, it was just a massage. simple.
you laid yourself down, breath hitching as he unbuttoned your turnt shirt that you insisted on wearing backwards to protect your front half. this is fine. totally fine. completely, absolutely– a heavy weight beared down on your behind, the hard muscles of his thighs sitting atop caging you in between him, heat drastically spreading across like sparks. not fine! not fine at all! “taki… you better not be getting any ideas.”
his oiled fingers pressed into your lower back, two thumbs pressing along the edge of your spine before easing upwards. his calloused fingers kneaded your muscles, fat cushioning around his hands as he rolled the knots from the fleshier areas by your back and ass. the slow drag on his fingertips across your skin burned your skin, sensitivity building from the featherlight touches. a chuckle that started as a deep rumble in his throat slipped out into a husky breath, “calm down, pretty.”
he fixed his position, sighing in relief at the feeling of settling himself right by your ass. clothed dick selfishly weighing heavy between your cheeks. it was so hot. if you closed your eyes you could almost feel it dripping onto you, panties slowly soaking itself the longer he stayed massaging you. “nghhh– harder,” you whined as he pressed a particularly tense knot out with his knuckle, sniffles leaving your nose at the delectable pain.
“hurts, huh?” he cooed, mockery lining his tone as he pushed himself further into your backside, touches pressing harder to elicit more broken whimpers and whines from your mouth. “let it all out, baby.” you silently nodded, feelings colliding and folds slick with wetness knowing that roommates are not supposed to be this close.
it only got worse the closer you two got. taki was like this clingy puppy that desperately craved for your validation and affection. it truly didn’t matter how minor the action was, he would always go out of his way to lend his assistance. even if it ended up with him accidentally getting hurt.
a pained hiss reached your ears, frown deepening while you continued to cautiously dab antiseptic around the cut. the open wound slowly began to accumulate blood again despite being washed with soap just moments ago. it was a clear tear of skin located at the bottom of his palm, a clean but deep cut that was caused by a slip of the kitchen knife. ironically from the “chef” between you two.
“shit– i’m sorry,” he apologised, teeth biting into the plush fat of his bottom lip.
you glanced at him, eyes already focusing on your features with the utmost steadiness. even with the pain that struck from his hand, force consistently pushing down around the wound, his eyebrows tensed with care as he looked at you. “why are you apologising dummy? it was just an accident. damnit! i knew we should’ve just ordered in instead of cooking. idiot…”
“don’t be too upset, pretty. it’ll heal,” he eyes relaxed, smiling at the way you gently covered the wound with a band-aid covered with teddy bears. “kiss it better?”
it was supposed to be a joke. when he brought his hand up to your mouth, pout so evidently exaggerated, you both knew it was a joke. so pray tell, why on earth did you cradle his hand in yours and lean in to kiss it? glossy lips pressing against the plaster covered wound, warm breath sinking into his flesh. his breath hitched, eyes darkened at your boldness before forcing the palm further into your lips. “mmph–!” your eyes widened, quickly pulling back with a faint mmch sound that hauntingly lingered in his ears.
nervous under his gaze, you dropped his hand and turned away to pack the supplies back into the first aid kit, refusing to pay mind to the way he sat there staring at the palm of his hand. his heart raced, hands clamming up and dick twitching at the sight of your sticky lipgloss that stained his skin a pretty pink. he was paralyzed, the devil on his shoulder whispering thoughts of what those lips would look like wrapped around his thick cock, choking moans down as he forces you to take more down your throat.
why did you do that? what is actually the matter with you? no no, it was an accident. an innocent gesture… surely he thinks so too.
and yet, even after discovering all those quirks of his, you couldn’t stand the thought of pulling away from him. so what if the boundaries and behavior of normal roommates were disregarded here and there? it didn’t matter. it also didn’t help that he sounded so pleasant.
breath falling and rising as he overstimulated himself to the idea of you, voice returning to its infuriatingly shy tone as soon as he sees you acting as if nothing happened in his bedroom. you refused to hate him, especially knowing he would never do anything that actually made you uncomfortable. after all, it was just taki.
sweet, lovable, and affectionate taki.
while your knowledge of his twisted acts grew, so did the fire within him. every moment with you only fanned the flame, corrupting his mind with images and tests to see when you would crack, finally letting him indulge in his sick desires. you’ve held out this long, but tonight he would find the perfect excuse for you to finally give in.
“can i join you?” a harmless question from your messy haired roommate, absentmindedly nodding before patting the spot beside you. movie nights, a classic occasion that frequently happened in the apartment. you tucked your feet under yourself, toes curling in to sustain that warm as your body unintentionally leans closer to him. “kimi no nawa again?”
you huffed and shoved his shoulder as soon as he plopped himself down, “yes, again! it’s a good movie.”
“i’m not complaining, yn. i like it too.” he laughed, a surprisingly warm and bright sound, mixing in with the audio coming from the speakers. evening light filtered through the curtains, barely lighting up the room in white light. he shifted on the couch, choosing to lie his head on your lap before “casually” scrolling through the feed on his phone. you’ve become accustomed to his touchy self at this point, finding it natural the way his hands always found an excuse to touch you.
your hands easily find their way into his hair. a fading ash brown that looked a little too long, desperately in need of a haircut, but felt soft all throughout on your fingertips rather than sharp, brittle ends. he hummed in response to the gentle touch, muscles loosening into the cushions. “i should cut my hair soon huh.” he flicked the pale bangs that tickled his eyelashes, irritated at the way it kept falling back into place like a persistent cowlick.
“is that a threat?”
he snorted in amusement, briefly looking up at you whose eyes were already on him. “i’m being serious.” he reveled at how you studied his features, thumb following his thick brows until it grazed his lashes. it fluttered at the ticklish feeling, falling shut at your touch.
“so am i. keep it. you’re already handsome like this.” he smiled, brain tingling at the soft politeness in your voice.
moments pass and the peace remains the same with your eyes having moved to stay on the screen, occupied with the scene of mitsuha hanging with her friends by the school. how they relished their high school days, lazing on benches during lunches, riding bikes over town. taki, however, seemed to be more preoccupied with the thin fabric of your cotton shorts riding up your plush thighs. the design, simple and clean, irritated him beyond end. a little rough as he palmed the cotton noticing the few pills that gathered showing its repeated use over your stay here. pale buttons and ribbon that served no purpose other than pure temptation towards the male.
his fingers traced lazy circles on your skin, never leaving for a moment. “aren’t you cold, baby? you’re barely wearing anything.” he commented, breaking the peaceful atmosphere and your concentration. his cheek puffed out making his overall appearance look wholesome. like a puppy who could do no wrong.
“not really, your hoodie’s keeping me cozy, thank you very much. plus you’re pretty warm yourself so that helps.” his hoodie. you asked to borrow it a while back and it looked so good on you that he never even tried to ask for it back. a small way of marking you his. the flush on his face darkened, fingers slowing to a stop.
yn’s skin is so soft. i could just– hooooo.
“taki– stop that…”
he bit his lip embarrassed, but still not stopping his ministrations. he was just blowing a bit of warm air to heat up your skin, no harm. “what? i-i’m just trying to keep you warm, yn. just like you said.” he turned his head, lips brushing close to your inner thigh sending a shiver down your spine. his tongue peaked out, a smidge of saliva cooling your skin.
“ki–! seriously, it feels weird…” you finally gave up on scolding him, body decompressing at the sight of him shutting his phone with a huff tossing it on the coffee table with a clunk. he repositioned himself back to his “normal,” face nosing against your front as if it were a completely routine habit between you two. “oi–”
“just focus on the movie, pretty. wanna rest for a while.” he murmured against your thigh, wrapping his arms around your hips, pulling himself closer. while the shirt stayed loose, collar showing his defined collarbones, it looked to be one size too small, biceps constrained against the sleeves of the black top. shit. the warmth between your legs was getting harder to ignore. stop looking, you weirdo. you rolled your eyes, heartbeat pulsing in your throat hoping that he couldn’t smell the wetness that soaked your panties the longer he tirelessly insisted on staying in that position.
stillness took over, movie playing in the background. this was absolute torture. you kept glancing at the clock hand ticking away, the walls plain as usual, and the movie which was no longer being listened to. anything that could distract you from the growing wetness that flooded your shorts. it had been ten minutes since he last teased you and because you refused to spare a glance in his direction, you had no clue if the drool was coming from his sleep or from your own arousal.
“ki? they’re researching the town in the library now. it’s your favourite scene. you should wake up now.”
silence.
the words hung in the air, waiting for a response. your skin felt like it was burning, short huffs hitting the skin every other second, making the sensation worse. his neck flushed crimson, legs only getting stickier from the hot air coming from his mouth. “taki?” you ran your fingers through his messy locks to lightly tilt his head the slightest part back.
“n-no–!”
there he was. drool dripped from the corners of his lips painting your skin with a glossy sheen that reflected the light seeping from the outside world. eyes fogged with a dusty cloud of lust, staring unsteadily into the mess coating your inner thighs and shorts.
he whimpered at the exposure of his actions, voice cracking as he tried to defend himself. “ahhhh—! ‘m sorry, pretty. you just smelled so good. was practically leaking straight from the source, i-i just wanted a little taste.”
mortification, craving, fervour, shame, scrutiny. a complete wave of emotions washed over your body, each one continuing to mess with your head. your hand faltered. taki, taking advantage of your weakness, immediately dived back in, sucking and lapping at the sopping fabric. wet slurping filled your ears the more intense he tongued at the fabric. he ignored the way your eyes drilled holes into his sorry self, actions overwritten with the desire to memorize the faint taste of the nectar that seeped through your clothes.
your hand settled in his hair, tugging him back once again to gawk at the disheveled individual, cheeks glowing with a rosy tint. why was he so pretty like this? a disgusting pervert of a roommate who could no longer hide his impure desperate intentions towards you.
“y-you shouldn’t be doing this, taki. no… y-you’re my friend. this isn’t supposed to happen!”
three and a half months. you have had to deal with his sick behavior for three and a half months, and what do you get in return? nothing but a pussy drunk freak submitting to his inner thoughts. “don’t make this weird, taki. please—”
nails sharply dug into your skin, hissing in pain at the harsh grip of the male. reality slowly snapped back into him, but it served no help. he was too far gone. too close to his goal. “just a taste, pretty. o-one lick is all i need at the least…” your eyes searched his, trying to find any semblance of sanity only to return with nothing but desperate frenzy. “your promise… you agreed to help me out whenever i needed it. you p-promised me that, yn.”
is he seriously holding you to that shit?
“i need this. please, pretty. ca-can i?” his hand dragged over the hoodie, down the seam of your shorts until it reached your covered core. the fabric, once an opaque white, had become a sheer colour, translucent enough to reveal the pastel pink panties you wore. he shakily stroked the damp fabric, sucking in a breath at the sudden jerk of your hips towards his hand. “fuck… you want this just as much as i do. let me make this pussy feel good, yn.”
you wanted to stop him. scream in horror at the depraved sight… but you couldn’t.
maybe it was the way he looked. gaze relentless, eyes yearning deeply, obsessed at the chance of having you. he didn’t smile, not the smallest quirk of his lips. hands rubbing your skin nice and slow, a sad attempt at making you admit defeat.
and it was working. no matter how disgusted you were with him, hating the ignorance you played those few months, you were one of the same. you were going to let him have you. you knew it and so did he. so why are you still resisting?
his heart stuttered. nerves rattling him inside. please give in, pretty.
“o-okay, just a quick taste…” with your hand turning limp in his hair, taki swallowed adam's apple bobbing. he adjusted your positions, your back now settling against the piled pillows by the arm of the couch as he spread your legs, revealing the damp spot to both your eyes and the cold air. fucking finally!
the grip on your thighs tensed, his tongue lolling out before gradually following the bumps of the threaded seams sending small shots of pleasure to your core. “oh nghhh—! t-taki, don’t tease.” he grinned, a wicked smile framing his face as he ignored your protests to savour the taste of you on his lips. he leaned in, nose dragging along the material only making the sensation more painfully hot.
“hahhh, more—” you gasped, voice breaking with need.
“look who’s desperate now.” he said, tone firm and mocking. “patience, baby. we’ve got the whole night ahead. no need to rush just because your poor pussy can’t wait to be licked.”
“nghhh—!” he softly slapped the wet fabric, coated in a mixture of his sticky saliva and your arousal. sparks ran across your skin at the sudden strike of his hand. you forced your eyes shut, teeth digging down hard enough to draw a bead of blood. it was cruel. the moment you gave in, he had you in the palm of his hand. his little plaything.
it’s slow. cotton shorts slipping down your legs, panties following suit with a string of arousal clinging to the darkened fabric. he tossed the soiled shorts behind him with disregard, but held the panties in his open palm. you thought he would toss it away, put it aside or even tuck it in his pocket. anything reasonable. instead, he let it dangle from his finger, lifting it for the light to hit and highlight the different tones and shades, how it creased it certain areas, the scent that slowly exuded notes of musk and sugar, almost a honeyed sweetness that could change his brain chemistry with a single inhale.
you gasped as your sight centered on cum flashing a pearlescent white only reflecting brighter from the ceiling light. “sto—” he shifted his weight, pushing you back, hand strong between your tits, clenching the woven material of his hoodie.
with your panties in hand, he brought it up to his face taking a deep inhale. obnoxious. embarrassing. depraved. a loud whine escaped your lips, fingers grappling his ash brown hair to pull him far away from the rotten thing. you were ashamed at the lustful view, at the way his infatuation with you only made you wetter. “s-shit, yn!” he moaned, eyes tearing up at the sharp, stinging sensation coming from his head. the pressure pulled blood straight to his dick, pain only turning him on as he felt the control in the room drastically shift.
“you’re a fucking pervert. say it.”
your anger fell on deaf ears, whimpers and choked up whines slipping one after the other the harder you pulled at the strands. “fucking say it!”
“i-im a pervert! your pervert. o-only yours, pretty. only yours…”
his whines were quickly shut up with a tug of his hair towards your exposed pussy, slick glistening and pooling below you. so close. smells like heaven. he eyed the little pearl that beaded on your clit. it was calling to him, begging to be licked clean. “please, baby. i’ll be so good for you.” he continued, face trying to push forward for a lick.
you feigned a pout, your own breath catching as he sniffled upset with your cruelty. give and take, right? “please.”
his face neared the bead, lips licking nervously, hunger laced in his gaze as it looked up at you for permission. he would obey, seeking to please you over and over until your mind entered a subspace. your grip loosened, a signal he took, tongue darting out before languidly licking a fat stripe through your folds. a shaky groan escaped his slick lips. eyes rolled to the back of his head as soon as your taste invaded his mouth. pure sugar melting on the tip of his tongue, tastebuds tingling like it was his last meal. “th-thank you–yes… thank you, pretty.”
his mouth sealed around your clit, moist heat running over your skin as he sucked with thorough tenderness that made your legs squeeze around his head, hairs tickling your thighs while you suffocated the poor man of any available air. “oh, god…” voice cracking, thick shaky finger hesitantly prodding at your entrance. inch by inch, his finger was enveloped by your wet heat.
“my pretty baby can take another, can’t you?”
a soft, shaky gasp escaped. quiet nods responding with tears brimming your eyes. he smiled against your cunt, dragging more long, sloppy stripes up your clit. words muffled against you shooting vibrations along your spine, spurring you on. “stooop–! no, wait… nghhh–”
he slid the second one in, pushing them deep into your cunt, listening to you pathetically whine as he harshly curls them up. “so good for me.” eyes fluttered shut, needy whimpers echoing in your head. eager licks, tongue dragging heavy as he pressed his face deeper into you, suckling your clit swollen.
“taki–” you gasped, hands tugging him closer, arousal dripping all over his face. “w-wanna cum. pleeease.”
cheeks flushed a deep red, eyes dazed with lust. his tongue was relentless, struggling to breathe but desperate to have you flood his mouth. he sobbed against your soaked cunt, head throbbing from a mixture of his lack of oxygen and the sensation of your nails scratching his scalp as you near your orgasm.
your legs trembled, strong hands gripping it down to stop you from squirming away as the coil snaps, hips rutting heavily on his flattened tongue. “cu-cum, cumming! taki–nghhh!”
your body arched up into his mouth, fresh tears slipping down your cheeks, gushing thick, hot fluid into his mouth. his lashes fluttered, wet, obscene sounds spilling from his as he drank it up, tongue lapping you sensitive. you sniffled, hands slipping from his hair to push him away while your tremors eased.
he shifted his position, watching your chest rise and fall with a steady, rhythmic pattern. soft, lingering kisses littered up your neck, each one coating the spot with a sheen of saliva. a low chuckle rumbled through his chest at the sight of your half-lidded eyes, mouth agape trying to catch your breath. his thumb pulled your lip the slightest bit down, slotting his lips against yours.
“ahhhh–”
the warm taste of your cum and taki’s saliva filled your mouth, hands grasping his shirt tugging his closer. so this is what you tasted like. sweet cum, bitter chocolate, and something distinctly you. fuck.
heat trickled your skin, sweat dripping down, cum squelching while you rubbed your thighs together. no more. too much. his tongue found its way inside, massaging against your own as he coated it with his taste. the air between you two felt hotter, taki’s hand guiding yours down his body to rest on his bulge. damp against your palm, your thumb gently rubbed at the wet patch. he threw his head back with a loud moan, a string of spit connecting you two threatening to break.
you felt dizzy, body consumed with his touch. he thrusted up into your hand, leaning in to bite your lip. “taki–! i-i can’t…”
“tapping out already, pretty? but we’ve barely gotten started.” oh fuck me.
❛❛ After a dream, Peanut—your son—really wants a sibling. And his father is more than willing to fulfill his wish. ❞
あ . . . husband!fuma x fem!reader ⭑ fluff, smut ⭑ making out, dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex (obviously), breeding kink, excessive amount of arousal and cum, slight tit play ⭑ 4.9k words
○ 𝗌𝗄𝗒𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌.ᐟ 𖹭 thanks baby @nichozzystuffs for the request, i really needed some dad fic to write and i LOVED IT!! though i delayed it a bit because (again) i didn't know how to start, but here it is!!
Fuma and you were curled up on the couch, half-watching a movie. It was a quiet Saturday afternoon after lunch, and after an exhausting workweek, you’d both decided to do absolutely nothing. That didn’t bother your son either—if anything, he preferred days like this, spent with his parents and filled with the thing he loved most: nothing at all.
For now, Peanut—as you called him, a nickname Fuma had given him since you had found out about your pregnancy—was in his room, taking a nap. You were settled comfortably between Fuma’s legs, and he was doing a very good job of distracting you from the movie.
“Love…” you murmured in warning, feeling his kisses trail down your neck as his hands slid slowly along your thighs.
“What?” he chuckled. “Can’t I ask my wife for a few kisses?” He dipped down to your exposed shoulder, drawing a soft sigh from you.
Slowly, you turned toward him, practically laying on top of your husband, and his fingers traced your jaw with gentle care before his lips crashed into yours—there was no softness left in the kiss, only urgency. His mouth moved against yours with a hungry edge, the kiss turning messy as his tongue slipped past your lips, tasting and exploring without restraint.
You felt the slight stubble on his chin grazing your skin, adding a rough texture to the heat building between you. Fuma’s breath came in short, warm bursts against your face, mingling with yours as the kiss grew sloppier, lips sliding and nipping in a rhythm that made your pulse quicken.
One of his hands slid to the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair to pull you closer, tilting your head just right to deepen the connection. The other hand ventured lower, palm pressing firmly against your side, thumb tracing slow circles that sent shivers across your skin. The air thickened with the intimacy of it all, his touch confident and unyielding, mapping the familiar lines of your body with a possessiveness that made the moment feel electric.
Just as his hand dipped to the small of your back, arching you toward him, a small voice pierced the haze. “Mommy? Daddy?” Your child’s sleepy figure appeared on the stairs, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes and a serious pout in his lips.
Fuma pulled back with a reluctant groan, pulling a cushion to his face to hide the frustration before straightening up, composing himself with a soft smile. “Yes, Peanut, what’s up?” he called out, his voice steady despite the flush still coloring his cheeks and the cushion hiding his very obvious bulge.
"Daddy,” your son began, walking over to you. His hair was completely mussed in every direction, which made him the cutest thing in the world. “We should go shopping.” He climbed onto the couch and sat between you, looking at Fuma with those innocent little eyes that left both you and your husband confused.
Peanut blinked at the two of you in confusion, as though he were trying to understand why neither of his parents had moved after he’d asked for something so important and so urgent.
“And may I know why we should?” you asked, watching as your son settled more comfortably, resting his head in his father’s lap while Fuma began running his fingers through the child’s unruly hair.
“Because we have to arrange the other bedroom for the baby!”
The words made your jaw drop. Your eyes widened in pure disbelief, and when you glanced to the side, you caught your husband trying—and failing miserably—to hold back a laugh.
You swatted a hand at him, making him shield himself with his arms. When you finally stopped your attack on your husband, you took a deep breath and turned your attention to your son, who was still watching the two of you with open curiosity.
“Peanut, baby, where did that come from?” you asked through clenched teeth, your gaze flicking between your son and your husband.
“I dreamed it, Mommy.” He grinned and hopped off the couch. “I want a sibling. And Daddy wants to give me a sibling too!” He bounced in place, clearly thrilled by the idea.
That Fuma wanted another child was no secret. It was something he had voiced since the very beginning of your relationship, even while always respecting every decision you made. If you hadn’t wanted children, he would have shaped his own wishes around yours—because living with you was better than living without you.
Now, though, Peanut wanting a sibling… that was an entirely new story. One that even you hadn’t seen coming.
“Oh, so Daddy also wants to give you a sibling?” you asked, completely baffled. So this really was Fuma’s idea.
Your husband simply turned his face away, pretending it had nothing to do with him. Meanwhile, your son looked at you with nothing but hope in his eyes. You opened your arms and called him closer, pulling him into your embrace.
“Peanut… we can’t have a baby,” you said, keeping your voice as calm as possible as you gently stroked his hair.
At that exact moment, Fuma and your son looked at you with the same surprised, slightly disappointed expression—the same small, confused pout. And suddenly, you understood exactly why Peanut was the way he was. Father and son were perfect copies of each other, not just in appearance, but in personality too.
You were quite literally fighting your own demons as you said the words out loud.
“And why not?” your son asked. Fuma immediately followed with a quiet, “Yeah, why not?” which earned a tired sigh from you.
“Because…” You didn’t even have a real reason. You searched for an excuse, but it was as if your own mind had decided to side with them, offering you nothing even remotely reasonable. “Because Mommy is out of practice. Do you know how long it’s been since I took care of a baby? Six whole years.”
Peanut tilted his head, clearly trying to imagine just how difficult that would be. You glanced over at your husband, who wore an exhausted look that practically said, Are you serious? You could only shrug—there was no real way out of this.
“But my friends at school have siblings, and they say it’s really cool!” your son argued, swinging his little feet that still didn’t quite reach the floor. “They-they said the baby just... uh sleeps and... uh doesn’t even make noise… Mommy, i think that sounds kind of boring…”
You found yourself agreeing—with just the tiniest flicker of hope.
But then your husband just had to stick his pretty little nose where it wasn’t invitedBut then your husband just had to stick his pretty little nose where it wasn’t invited.
“Yes, but when he grows up, he’ll definitely be your partner in crime!” Fuma chimed in, his voice animated. He knew you were only a tiny step away from giving in—he knew you well enough to tell you were already picturing a family of four. “He’ll keep you company, play with you, help you with all kinds of things…” He lowered his voice as he leaned closer to his son. “He’ll even paint with you and build a battlefield together.”
Peanut looked up at his father with shining eyes, clearly imagining every single possibility. You, on the other hand, stared at Fuma in sheer horror. He was supposed to be on your side.
“You know what? I think we should go shopping!” Fuma suddenly announced, jumping up from the couch with barely contained excitement. Your son immediately mirrored his movement. “Peanut, pick an outfit, yeah? We’re heading out as soon as we’re all ready.”
The child bounced in celebration, and Fuma scooped him up, spinning him around before setting him back on his feet. Peanut took off toward the stairs at full speed, earning a half-laughing, half-scolding reminder from his father not to run up them again.
You, on the other hand, remained seated on the couch, staring at your husband with a serious expression. Fuma eventually turned back to you, reached for your hand, and gently pulled you up to your feet.
“We’re going shopping, yeah?” you asked, your palms resting flat against his broad chest.
He nodded. “It doesn’t have to be for our future baby.” You scoffed—he was already thinking about it. “Although,” he added with a knowing smile, “I have a feeling you’ll end up buying something the moment we pass the first baby store.”
Fuma leaned in, whispering in your ear before pressing a soft kiss to the side of your neck.
You rolled your eyes in annoyance because you know he’s absolutely right while he snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. His lips found the curve of your neck, pressing kisses that quickly turned insistent, tongue tracing the line of your skin gently.
“God, I’d love it,” he growled low, voice thick with hunger having your pretty and pregnant self waddling around the house. “I can see you full of me again, pumping my seed right into your womb. That’s the best part… watching you clench around my cock as I breed you, making sure every drop stays inside to catch.”
Heat rushed through you all over again, your thighs pressing together as his hand slid up your side, thumb brushing the underside of your breast. Fuma sucked gently at the spot just below your ear, teeth grazing enough to make you gasp.
“Been craving it so bad, pretty. Imagining thrusting deep, raw, until you’re dripping with my cum. Pretty body taking it all, swelling up with our next kid. Fuck, it makes me hard just thinking about knocking you up again.”
You arched into him, pulse racing under his mouth as he kissed lower, nipping at your collarbone. Your core ached, wetness soaking your panties from his words alone. “Fuma…” You whispered, half-protest, half-plea.
His free hand dipped between your legs, fingers pressing against the fabric, rubbing slow circles that had you biting your lip.
“Yeah baby, just like that—pussy’s getting ready for me.” He whispered, pressing his lips against yours in a rushed peck. “Wanna fuck you right now, fill you until you’re pregnant. Fuck, nothing feels better than breeding my wife.”
You felt like your legs were giving out, biting your lower lip as you hands scrunched a fistful of Fuma’s shirt.
“Daddy! Help! My pants won’t button!” Peanut’s frustrated call rang out from his room, yanking both of you back to reality.
You whined into his chest, desperate.
Fuma just pecked your forehead and made his way to you son’s bedroom.
Okay—maybe your husband knew you a little too well. And because of that, he was watching you now with an unmistakably smug smile as you stood there, holding a tiny baby bear onesie in your hands.
“Don’t say anything,” you muttered, your tone serious, even if you were mostly annoyed with yourself.
“All right…” Fuma raised his hands in surrender, biting his lower lip to keep from smiling—clearly trying not to irritate you further.
It had been a few minutes since Peanut had broken away from his father and wandered off through the store, completely enchanted by the overwhelming amount of tiny, adorable baby things. Determined to make his own contribution, he eventually gravitated toward a massive stroller with every adjustable feature imaginable. You were fairly certain you knew exactly what had caught his attention.
The stroller was bright red, decked out with decals and small decorative details, even a dangling mobile to keep the baby entertained. It looked less like a stroller and more like a race car on wheels.
“Of course he’d go for the most expensive one…” Fuma muttered under his breath as he watched his son struggle to push it.
“Mommy, I want a boy,” your son announced firmly, making your eyebrows shoot up.
“Oh, yes.” You crouched down to his height and gave his shoulder two gentle pats. “That part is Daddy’s job, sweetheart. Mommy just carries the baby right here.”
He turned immediately to his father. “Daddy, I want a boy.”
Fuma let out an incredulous laugh, glancing at you with clear amusement as you laughed too.
“We’ll talk about that later,” he said lightly, waving it off.
With that, you pressed the onesie against Fuma’s chest, a silent command for him to pay—you really had loved that one. Peanut had never had a little bear onesie. You took your son’s hand and guided him out of the store before he could try to grab anything else.
Needless to say, the stroller stayed behind.
“Mommy… am I really going to have a sibling?” Peanut asked, looking up at you with those bright eyes—so much like his father’s.
Damn it. You really did love that man… enough to make a copy of him.
You didn’t even try to deny it. The truth was, you were scared of having another child now. You were out of practice. When you’d found out you were pregnant with Peanut, you’d spiraled into full panic and stayed there for three whole days. You hadn’t finished college yet. You hadn’t traveled the world with your husband the way you’d imagined. And then there had been the nausea, the aches, the strange cravings, emotions stretched thin and raw and—
Fuma.
Murata Fuma. The man you had chosen to share your life with. The man you had chosen to build a family with. He had been born to be exactly what he was: your husband, and the father of your children. He made everything feel easier, lighter. You never really had time to feel the full weight of life, because he was always carrying it for you.
And that was what kept you from saying no to your son.
Your husband.
Because he would never let you feel like it was too much. Even when you were too much for him.
You smiled at Peanut, gently squeezing his cheeks until his face formed a small, involuntary pout. “All right, sweetheart… your dad and I are going to give you a sibling,” you said firmly, and his eyes shone even brighter.
The next second, he pulled away from you and started bouncing in place, barely able to contain his excitement.
Fuma walked out of the store carrying a bag a little bigger than you’d expected, immediately making you suspect he’d slipped a few extra items into the purchase.
“Did I miss something?” he asked, his eyes following Peanut as the child bounced excitedly around you.
“Daddy!” Peanut shouted, drawing curious glances from people passing by. Laughing, you pulled him a little closer, amused by his complete lack of restraint.
Who would have thought the idea of a sibling could be this thrilling?
“Mommy said you’re going to give me a sibling,” your son whispered, barely managing to contain his excitement.
Fuma’s eyes lit up instantly, soft and bright—like a child who had just been given exactly what he wanted. But then the expression shifted, something different sparking there. Something sharper. More knowing. He knew he’d been the one to convince you.
“So we’re really doing this, huh?” your husband murmured, licking his lips slowly. “I like it…”
And that’s precisely why you were bent over the kitchen counter.
After playing a little with your son when you got home, Fuma had put him to sleep a little earlier just to have some time with you.
He moved behind you like a shadow, his hands sliding around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. His breath warmed your ear, hot and urgent, but he kept his voice to a bare whisper.
“We need to be quiet,” he murmured, his fingers already tugging at the hem of your nightshirt. “Can’t wake him. But fuck, I want you. Want to fill you up again. Give him that sibling he’s been begging for.”
His words sent a shiver through you, igniting that deep ache. You nodded, biting your lip to stifle any sound as he bent you forward over the cool granite counter. Your hands gripped the edge, palms flat, while he hiked up your skirt and yanked your panties down to your ankles in one swift pull.
The air hit your bare skin making you feel exposed, vulnerable, your pussy already tingling in anticipation. Fuma’s rough hand cupped your ass, spreading you open, and then his fingers doce in without warning. Two thick digits plunged into your pussy, stretching you, curling right against that spot that made your knees buckle. He pumped them in and out, slow at first, then faster, his thumb circling your clit with filthy precision.
You pressed your face into your arm to muffle the gasp that escaped, your body rocking silently with each thrust of his hand. Wet sounds filled the quiet kitchen—your arousal coating his fingers, slick and obscene—as he worked you harder.
“That’s it,” he whispered, his voice gravelly. “Get that pussy dripping for me. Soaking the floor like a needy slut. Gonna breed you tonight, fill you with my seed until it takes.”
His talk made your core clench around his fingers, heat flooding you. You dripped steadily now, juices trailing down your thighs, splattering softly onto the tile below. The puddle grew, shiny and shameful under the light, as he added a third finger, scissoring them wide, fucking you open. Your hips bucked back instinctively, chasing the pressure, but you clamped your mouth shut, breaths coming in silent pants.
Fuma’s free hand clamped over your mouth, not rough, just firm, holding you steady as he finger-fucked you relentlessly. Your walls fluttered, so close, and he knew it—twisting his wrist, grinding his palm against your clit until stars burst behind your eyes.
You came hard, body shuddering, pussy gushing over his hand, more slick pooling on the floor. He didn’t stop, drawing it out, whispering, “Good girl. So wet for my cum. Ready for another baby.”
When he finally pulled his fingers free, they glistened, strings of your wetness connecting them to your throbbing entrance. You heard the rustle of fabric, and then his cock pressed against you—thick, hard, the head nudging your folds. He didn’t tease; he gripped your hips and slammed in, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
Your eyes watered from the stretch, his girth splitting you wide, but you swallowed the moan, nails scraping the counter. Fuma held still for a beat, both of you adjusting to the fullness, his balls pressed tight against your clit. Then he started moving, pulling out almost all the way before driving back in, deep and deliberate. Each stroke hit that breeding spot inside, his cock dragging along your walls, claiming you.
You fucked like animals in silence, the only sounds your ragged breaths and the wet slap of skin—muffled, controlled. He pounded harder, hips snapping, one hand sliding to pinch your nipple through your shirt, twisting until you arched. “Take it,” he breathed against your neck. “Gonna pump you full. Make your belly swell with another of my kid. Fuck—gonna be so pretty carrying my second child.”
The words fueled him, his pace turning savage. He bent over you, chest to your back, fucking you senseless, cock pistoning in and out, balls slapping your dripping pussy. Sweat slicked your skin, your juices running down his shaft, mixing with pre-cum. You pushed back, meeting every thrust, your body begging for his load.
He reached around, fingers finding your clit again, rubbing fast circles that had you trembling. The pressure built, coiling tight, and yuo shattered a second time—pussy clamping down on his cock like a vice, milking him silently as waves crashed through you. Fuma groaned low, barely audible, his hips stuttering.
“Fuck, yes—take my cum,” he hissed, burying deep one last time. His cock throbbed, pulsing as he unloaded, hot spurts flooding your womb. Rope after thick rope painted your insides, so much it leaked out around him, dripping down to join the mess on the floor. He ground against you, ensuring every drop stayed buried, his hand pressing your lower belly like he could will the seed to take root.
Fuma didn’t pull away right then. His cock stayed lodged inside you, twitching with aftershocks, as you both caught your breath in the stifling quiet. You felt every inch of him still throbbing inside, the heat of his release kept your pussy clenching, holding onto it. His fingers dug into your hips, possessive, and he leaned down, lips brushing your ear in a ragged whisper.
“Not done yet,” he breathed, voice barely a thread. “Gonna give you more. Flood that womb until it’s overflowing. Our boy’s gonna get that brother or sister—tonight.”
The breeding hunger in his tone reignited the fire in your veins, even as your legs trembled from the recent orgasm. He eased out with a wet pop, his cum immediately trickling from your stretched hole, mixing with your own slick on the tiles.
But before you could straighten, Fuma spun me around, his hands firm on my shoulders, guiding me to face him. Your back hit the counter edge, the cold surface a sharp contrast to your flushed skin.
He lifted you effortlessly, muscles flexing under his shirt, and hoisted you onto the granite. Your ass perched on the edge, legs dangling, panties still tangled at your ankles. You kicked them off, spreading your thighs as he stepped between them.
Your husband’s eyes locked on yours, dark and feral, then dropped to where his seed leaked from you—a filthy sight that made his cock leak slightly from the tip, jutting up stiff and slick with your combined mess.
Fuma griped your thighs, pulling you closer, the head of his dick nudging your swollen folds. He didn’t enter yet, instead, he rubbed the tip up and down your slit, coating himself in the creamy mix of cum and arousal.
You bit your knuckle to stifle a whimper, the friction teasing your oversensitive clit, sending sparks through your core. The puddle on the floor grew beneath you, your evidence spreading shamelessly.
“Look at you,” he whispered, thumbing your clit in slow circles while his cockhead pressed just inside. “Pussy still hungry for it. Dripping your load already, but you need another. Gonna breed you proper, honey—pump you so full you feel it for days.”
His words twisted the knife of desire deeper, your body arching toward him without a sound. You nodded frantically, hands clutching his shoulders, nails biting into the fabric of his shirt. Fuma smirked, that predatory glint in his eyes, and then he thrusted forward—sinking balls deep in one smoot, deep plunge. Your walls, already tender and slick, gripped him tight, the stretch burning sweet as he filled you.
He started slow, rolling his hips in controlled grinds, his pubes grinding against your clit with each motion. The counter creaked faintly under you, but you froze for a split second, ears straining for any stir from upstairs.Nothing… Just the house’s soft creaks and your muffled pants.
Reassured, your husband picked up pace, his hands sliding under your ass to lift you slightly, angling deeper. His cock dragged along your inner walls, hitting that spot that made your toes curl, every withdrawal pulling strings of cum with it.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, heels digging into his back, pulling him impossibly closer. The new position let him go harder, his thrusts turning sharp and insistent, the base of his shaft slapping your ass with wet smacks. Sweat beaded on his forehead, dripping onto my chest as he leaned in, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss to swallow any noise. Your tongues tangled silently, tasting salt and urgency, while he fucked you with building force.
One hand snaked up, shoving your nightshirt higher to expose your breasts. He palmed one roughly, pinching the nipple between fingers, rolling it until it peaked hard and aching. The dual assault of his cock pounding your pussy and fingers tormenting your tit had you shaking, body coiling tight again. Cum from the frist load squelched out with every thrust, smearing his balls and your thighs, the obscene sounds barely contained the kitchen’s hush.
Fuma broke the kiss, trailing bites down your neck, careful not to mark too loud. “Fuck, you milking me dry, honey,” he rasped against your skin. “Tight little breeder. Gonna knock you up—fill you till your tits leak and your belly rounds out again.”
The fantasy of it—you swollen with his child, your family growing—pushed me over the edge. My pussy spasmed around him, clamping down in silent waves, juices gushing to coat his pistoning length. You buried your face in his neck, teeth grazing his shoulder to muffle the cry, body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through you.
Fuma’s rhythm faltered, his cock swelling thicker inside your fluttering heat. He drove in harder, chasing his own release, hips snapping with raw need. His hand returned to your belly, pressing down as if to trap his seed deeper.
“Here it comes—take every drop,” he growled softly, voice breaking.
With a final, brutal shove, he came again, cock erupting in thick jets that bathed your cervix. Pulse after pulse jetted out, overflowing your already full pussy, the excess bubbling out to drip steadily onto the counter beneath you.
You clung together, breaths syncing in quiet huffs, his weight pinning you as the last spurts faded. Fuma finally eased back, slipping free with a gush of cum that splattered between you. He grabbed a dish towel from the counter, wiping you both quickly—though plenty remained, sticky and warm on your skin.
He helped you down, steadying your wobbly legs while laughing at the state you were in. They were visibly trembling—you couldn’t take a single step without support.
The sound of your husband’s laughter made you smack his chest, which only made him laugh harder. “Stop it, Fuma,” you muttered through clenched teeth, half tempted to hit him again.
Instead of defending himself, he simply scooped you up, capturing your lips in a kiss that melted away your irritation. “Look on the bright side… his birthday is coming up. By then, his present will be ready.”
You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips as he carried you upstairs in his strong arms.
And something deep inside you told you he wasn’t finished yet.
It must have been the wind.
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❛❛ After a dream, Peanut—your son—really wants a sibling. And his father is more than willing to fulfill his wish. ❞
あ . . . husband!fuma x fem!reader ⭑ fluff, smut ⭑ making out, dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex (obviously), breeding kink, excessive amount of arousal and cum, slight tit play ⭑ 4.9k words
○ 𝗌𝗄𝗒𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌.ᐟ 𖹭 thanks baby @nichozzystuffs for the request, i really needed some dad fic to write and i LOVED IT!! though i delayed it a bit because (again) i didn't know how to start, but here it is!!
Fuma and you were curled up on the couch, half-watching a movie. It was a quiet Saturday afternoon after lunch, and after an exhausting workweek, you’d both decided to do absolutely nothing. That didn’t bother your son either—if anything, he preferred days like this, spent with his parents and filled with the thing he loved most: nothing at all.
For now, Peanut—as you called him, a nickname Fuma had given him since you had found out about your pregnancy—was in his room, taking a nap. You were settled comfortably between Fuma’s legs, and he was doing a very good job of distracting you from the movie.
“Love…” you murmured in warning, feeling his kisses trail down your neck as his hands slid slowly along your thighs.
“What?” he chuckled. “Can’t I ask my wife for a few kisses?” He dipped down to your exposed shoulder, drawing a soft sigh from you.
Slowly, you turned toward him, practically laying on top of your husband, and his fingers traced your jaw with gentle care before his lips crashed into yours—there was no softness left in the kiss, only urgency. His mouth moved against yours with a hungry edge, the kiss turning messy as his tongue slipped past your lips, tasting and exploring without restraint.
You felt the slight stubble on his chin grazing your skin, adding a rough texture to the heat building between you. Fuma’s breath came in short, warm bursts against your face, mingling with yours as the kiss grew sloppier, lips sliding and nipping in a rhythm that made your pulse quicken.
One of his hands slid to the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair to pull you closer, tilting your head just right to deepen the connection. The other hand ventured lower, palm pressing firmly against your side, thumb tracing slow circles that sent shivers across your skin. The air thickened with the intimacy of it all, his touch confident and unyielding, mapping the familiar lines of your body with a possessiveness that made the moment feel electric.
Just as his hand dipped to the small of your back, arching you toward him, a small voice pierced the haze. “Mommy? Daddy?” Your child’s sleepy figure appeared on the stairs, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes and a serious pout in his lips.
Fuma pulled back with a reluctant groan, pulling a cushion to his face to hide the frustration before straightening up, composing himself with a soft smile. “Yes, Peanut, what’s up?” he called out, his voice steady despite the flush still coloring his cheeks and the cushion hiding his very obvious bulge.
"Daddy,” your son began, walking over to you. His hair was completely mussed in every direction, which made him the cutest thing in the world. “We should go shopping.” He climbed onto the couch and sat between you, looking at Fuma with those innocent little eyes that left both you and your husband confused.
Peanut blinked at the two of you in confusion, as though he were trying to understand why neither of his parents had moved after he’d asked for something so important and so urgent.
“And may I know why we should?” you asked, watching as your son settled more comfortably, resting his head in his father’s lap while Fuma began running his fingers through the child’s unruly hair.
“Because we have to arrange the other bedroom for the baby!”
The words made your jaw drop. Your eyes widened in pure disbelief, and when you glanced to the side, you caught your husband trying—and failing miserably—to hold back a laugh.
You swatted a hand at him, making him shield himself with his arms. When you finally stopped your attack on your husband, you took a deep breath and turned your attention to your son, who was still watching the two of you with open curiosity.
“Peanut, baby, where did that come from?” you asked through clenched teeth, your gaze flicking between your son and your husband.
“I dreamed it, Mommy.” He grinned and hopped off the couch. “I want a sibling. And Daddy wants to give me a sibling too!” He bounced in place, clearly thrilled by the idea.
That Fuma wanted another child was no secret. It was something he had voiced since the very beginning of your relationship, even while always respecting every decision you made. If you hadn’t wanted children, he would have shaped his own wishes around yours—because living with you was better than living without you.
Now, though, Peanut wanting a sibling… that was an entirely new story. One that even you hadn’t seen coming.
“Oh, so Daddy also wants to give you a sibling?” you asked, completely baffled. So this really was Fuma’s idea.
Your husband simply turned his face away, pretending it had nothing to do with him. Meanwhile, your son looked at you with nothing but hope in his eyes. You opened your arms and called him closer, pulling him into your embrace.
“Peanut… we can’t have a baby,” you said, keeping your voice as calm as possible as you gently stroked his hair.
At that exact moment, Fuma and your son looked at you with the same surprised, slightly disappointed expression—the same small, confused pout. And suddenly, you understood exactly why Peanut was the way he was. Father and son were perfect copies of each other, not just in appearance, but in personality too.
You were quite literally fighting your own demons as you said the words out loud.
“And why not?” your son asked. Fuma immediately followed with a quiet, “Yeah, why not?” which earned a tired sigh from you.
“Because…” You didn’t even have a real reason. You searched for an excuse, but it was as if your own mind had decided to side with them, offering you nothing even remotely reasonable. “Because Mommy is out of practice. Do you know how long it’s been since I took care of a baby? Six whole years.”
Peanut tilted his head, clearly trying to imagine just how difficult that would be. You glanced over at your husband, who wore an exhausted look that practically said, Are you serious? You could only shrug—there was no real way out of this.
“But my friends at school have siblings, and they say it’s really cool!” your son argued, swinging his little feet that still didn’t quite reach the floor. “They-they said the baby just... uh sleeps and... uh doesn’t even make noise… Mommy, i think that sounds kind of boring…”
You found yourself agreeing—with just the tiniest flicker of hope.
But then your husband just had to stick his pretty little nose where it wasn’t invitedBut then your husband just had to stick his pretty little nose where it wasn’t invited.
“Yes, but when he grows up, he’ll definitely be your partner in crime!” Fuma chimed in, his voice animated. He knew you were only a tiny step away from giving in—he knew you well enough to tell you were already picturing a family of four. “He’ll keep you company, play with you, help you with all kinds of things…” He lowered his voice as he leaned closer to his son. “He’ll even paint with you and build a battlefield together.”
Peanut looked up at his father with shining eyes, clearly imagining every single possibility. You, on the other hand, stared at Fuma in sheer horror. He was supposed to be on your side.
“You know what? I think we should go shopping!” Fuma suddenly announced, jumping up from the couch with barely contained excitement. Your son immediately mirrored his movement. “Peanut, pick an outfit, yeah? We’re heading out as soon as we’re all ready.”
The child bounced in celebration, and Fuma scooped him up, spinning him around before setting him back on his feet. Peanut took off toward the stairs at full speed, earning a half-laughing, half-scolding reminder from his father not to run up them again.
You, on the other hand, remained seated on the couch, staring at your husband with a serious expression. Fuma eventually turned back to you, reached for your hand, and gently pulled you up to your feet.
“We’re going shopping, yeah?” you asked, your palms resting flat against his broad chest.
He nodded. “It doesn’t have to be for our future baby.” You scoffed—he was already thinking about it. “Although,” he added with a knowing smile, “I have a feeling you’ll end up buying something the moment we pass the first baby store.”
Fuma leaned in, whispering in your ear before pressing a soft kiss to the side of your neck.
You rolled your eyes in annoyance because you know he’s absolutely right while he snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. His lips found the curve of your neck, pressing kisses that quickly turned insistent, tongue tracing the line of your skin gently.
“God, I’d love it,” he growled low, voice thick with hunger having your pretty and pregnant self waddling around the house. “I can see you full of me again, pumping my seed right into your womb. That’s the best part… watching you clench around my cock as I breed you, making sure every drop stays inside to catch.”
Heat rushed through you all over again, your thighs pressing together as his hand slid up your side, thumb brushing the underside of your breast. Fuma sucked gently at the spot just below your ear, teeth grazing enough to make you gasp.
“Been craving it so bad, pretty. Imagining thrusting deep, raw, until you’re dripping with my cum. Pretty body taking it all, swelling up with our next kid. Fuck, it makes me hard just thinking about knocking you up again.”
You arched into him, pulse racing under his mouth as he kissed lower, nipping at your collarbone. Your core ached, wetness soaking your panties from his words alone. “Fuma…” You whispered, half-protest, half-plea.
His free hand dipped between your legs, fingers pressing against the fabric, rubbing slow circles that had you biting your lip.
“Yeah baby, just like that—pussy’s getting ready for me.” He whispered, pressing his lips against yours in a rushed peck. “Wanna fuck you right now, fill you until you’re pregnant. Fuck, nothing feels better than breeding my wife.”
You felt like your legs were giving out, biting your lower lip as you hands scrunched a fistful of Fuma’s shirt.
“Daddy! Help! My pants won’t button!” Peanut’s frustrated call rang out from his room, yanking both of you back to reality.
You whined into his chest, desperate.
Fuma just pecked your forehead and made his way to you son’s bedroom.
Okay—maybe your husband knew you a little too well. And because of that, he was watching you now with an unmistakably smug smile as you stood there, holding a tiny baby bear onesie in your hands.
“Don’t say anything,” you muttered, your tone serious, even if you were mostly annoyed with yourself.
“All right…” Fuma raised his hands in surrender, biting his lower lip to keep from smiling—clearly trying not to irritate you further.
It had been a few minutes since Peanut had broken away from his father and wandered off through the store, completely enchanted by the overwhelming amount of tiny, adorable baby things. Determined to make his own contribution, he eventually gravitated toward a massive stroller with every adjustable feature imaginable. You were fairly certain you knew exactly what had caught his attention.
The stroller was bright red, decked out with decals and small decorative details, even a dangling mobile to keep the baby entertained. It looked less like a stroller and more like a race car on wheels.
“Of course he’d go for the most expensive one…” Fuma muttered under his breath as he watched his son struggle to push it.
“Mommy, I want a boy,” your son announced firmly, making your eyebrows shoot up.
“Oh, yes.” You crouched down to his height and gave his shoulder two gentle pats. “That part is Daddy’s job, sweetheart. Mommy just carries the baby right here.”
He turned immediately to his father. “Daddy, I want a boy.”
Fuma let out an incredulous laugh, glancing at you with clear amusement as you laughed too.
“We’ll talk about that later,” he said lightly, waving it off.
With that, you pressed the onesie against Fuma’s chest, a silent command for him to pay—you really had loved that one. Peanut had never had a little bear onesie. You took your son’s hand and guided him out of the store before he could try to grab anything else.
Needless to say, the stroller stayed behind.
“Mommy… am I really going to have a sibling?” Peanut asked, looking up at you with those bright eyes—so much like his father’s.
Damn it. You really did love that man… enough to make a copy of him.
You didn’t even try to deny it. The truth was, you were scared of having another child now. You were out of practice. When you’d found out you were pregnant with Peanut, you’d spiraled into full panic and stayed there for three whole days. You hadn’t finished college yet. You hadn’t traveled the world with your husband the way you’d imagined. And then there had been the nausea, the aches, the strange cravings, emotions stretched thin and raw and—
Fuma.
Murata Fuma. The man you had chosen to share your life with. The man you had chosen to build a family with. He had been born to be exactly what he was: your husband, and the father of your children. He made everything feel easier, lighter. You never really had time to feel the full weight of life, because he was always carrying it for you.
And that was what kept you from saying no to your son.
Your husband.
Because he would never let you feel like it was too much. Even when you were too much for him.
You smiled at Peanut, gently squeezing his cheeks until his face formed a small, involuntary pout. “All right, sweetheart… your dad and I are going to give you a sibling,” you said firmly, and his eyes shone even brighter.
The next second, he pulled away from you and started bouncing in place, barely able to contain his excitement.
Fuma walked out of the store carrying a bag a little bigger than you’d expected, immediately making you suspect he’d slipped a few extra items into the purchase.
“Did I miss something?” he asked, his eyes following Peanut as the child bounced excitedly around you.
“Daddy!” Peanut shouted, drawing curious glances from people passing by. Laughing, you pulled him a little closer, amused by his complete lack of restraint.
Who would have thought the idea of a sibling could be this thrilling?
“Mommy said you’re going to give me a sibling,” your son whispered, barely managing to contain his excitement.
Fuma’s eyes lit up instantly, soft and bright—like a child who had just been given exactly what he wanted. But then the expression shifted, something different sparking there. Something sharper. More knowing. He knew he’d been the one to convince you.
“So we’re really doing this, huh?” your husband murmured, licking his lips slowly. “I like it…”
And that’s precisely why you were bent over the kitchen counter.
After playing a little with your son when you got home, Fuma had put him to sleep a little earlier just to have some time with you.
He moved behind you like a shadow, his hands sliding around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. His breath warmed your ear, hot and urgent, but he kept his voice to a bare whisper.
“We need to be quiet,” he murmured, his fingers already tugging at the hem of your nightshirt. “Can’t wake him. But fuck, I want you. Want to fill you up again. Give him that sibling he’s been begging for.”
His words sent a shiver through you, igniting that deep ache. You nodded, biting your lip to stifle any sound as he bent you forward over the cool granite counter. Your hands gripped the edge, palms flat, while he hiked up your skirt and yanked your panties down to your ankles in one swift pull.
The air hit your bare skin making you feel exposed, vulnerable, your pussy already tingling in anticipation. Fuma’s rough hand cupped your ass, spreading you open, and then his fingers doce in without warning. Two thick digits plunged into your pussy, stretching you, curling right against that spot that made your knees buckle. He pumped them in and out, slow at first, then faster, his thumb circling your clit with filthy precision.
You pressed your face into your arm to muffle the gasp that escaped, your body rocking silently with each thrust of his hand. Wet sounds filled the quiet kitchen—your arousal coating his fingers, slick and obscene—as he worked you harder.
“That’s it,” he whispered, his voice gravelly. “Get that pussy dripping for me. Soaking the floor like a needy slut. Gonna breed you tonight, fill you with my seed until it takes.”
His talk made your core clench around his fingers, heat flooding you. You dripped steadily now, juices trailing down your thighs, splattering softly onto the tile below. The puddle grew, shiny and shameful under the light, as he added a third finger, scissoring them wide, fucking you open. Your hips bucked back instinctively, chasing the pressure, but you clamped your mouth shut, breaths coming in silent pants.
Fuma’s free hand clamped over your mouth, not rough, just firm, holding you steady as he finger-fucked you relentlessly. Your walls fluttered, so close, and he knew it—twisting his wrist, grinding his palm against your clit until stars burst behind your eyes.
You came hard, body shuddering, pussy gushing over his hand, more slick pooling on the floor. He didn’t stop, drawing it out, whispering, “Good girl. So wet for my cum. Ready for another baby.”
When he finally pulled his fingers free, they glistened, strings of your wetness connecting them to your throbbing entrance. You heard the rustle of fabric, and then his cock pressed against you—thick, hard, the head nudging your folds. He didn’t tease; he gripped your hips and slammed in, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
Your eyes watered from the stretch, his girth splitting you wide, but you swallowed the moan, nails scraping the counter. Fuma held still for a beat, both of you adjusting to the fullness, his balls pressed tight against your clit. Then he started moving, pulling out almost all the way before driving back in, deep and deliberate. Each stroke hit that breeding spot inside, his cock dragging along your walls, claiming you.
You fucked like animals in silence, the only sounds your ragged breaths and the wet slap of skin—muffled, controlled. He pounded harder, hips snapping, one hand sliding to pinch your nipple through your shirt, twisting until you arched. “Take it,” he breathed against your neck. “Gonna pump you full. Make your belly swell with another of my kid. Fuck—gonna be so pretty carrying my second child.”
The words fueled him, his pace turning savage. He bent over you, chest to your back, fucking you senseless, cock pistoning in and out, balls slapping your dripping pussy. Sweat slicked your skin, your juices running down his shaft, mixing with pre-cum. You pushed back, meeting every thrust, your body begging for his load.
He reached around, fingers finding your clit again, rubbing fast circles that had you trembling. The pressure built, coiling tight, and yuo shattered a second time—pussy clamping down on his cock like a vice, milking him silently as waves crashed through you. Fuma groaned low, barely audible, his hips stuttering.
“Fuck, yes—take my cum,” he hissed, burying deep one last time. His cock throbbed, pulsing as he unloaded, hot spurts flooding your womb. Rope after thick rope painted your insides, so much it leaked out around him, dripping down to join the mess on the floor. He ground against you, ensuring every drop stayed buried, his hand pressing your lower belly like he could will the seed to take root.
Fuma didn’t pull away right then. His cock stayed lodged inside you, twitching with aftershocks, as you both caught your breath in the stifling quiet. You felt every inch of him still throbbing inside, the heat of his release kept your pussy clenching, holding onto it. His fingers dug into your hips, possessive, and he leaned down, lips brushing your ear in a ragged whisper.
“Not done yet,” he breathed, voice barely a thread. “Gonna give you more. Flood that womb until it’s overflowing. Our boy’s gonna get that brother or sister—tonight.”
The breeding hunger in his tone reignited the fire in your veins, even as your legs trembled from the recent orgasm. He eased out with a wet pop, his cum immediately trickling from your stretched hole, mixing with your own slick on the tiles.
But before you could straighten, Fuma spun me around, his hands firm on my shoulders, guiding me to face him. Your back hit the counter edge, the cold surface a sharp contrast to your flushed skin.
He lifted you effortlessly, muscles flexing under his shirt, and hoisted you onto the granite. Your ass perched on the edge, legs dangling, panties still tangled at your ankles. You kicked them off, spreading your thighs as he stepped between them.
Your husband’s eyes locked on yours, dark and feral, then dropped to where his seed leaked from you—a filthy sight that made his cock leak slightly from the tip, jutting up stiff and slick with your combined mess.
Fuma griped your thighs, pulling you closer, the head of his dick nudging your swollen folds. He didn’t enter yet, instead, he rubbed the tip up and down your slit, coating himself in the creamy mix of cum and arousal.
You bit your knuckle to stifle a whimper, the friction teasing your oversensitive clit, sending sparks through your core. The puddle on the floor grew beneath you, your evidence spreading shamelessly.
“Look at you,” he whispered, thumbing your clit in slow circles while his cockhead pressed just inside. “Pussy still hungry for it. Dripping your load already, but you need another. Gonna breed you proper, honey—pump you so full you feel it for days.”
His words twisted the knife of desire deeper, your body arching toward him without a sound. You nodded frantically, hands clutching his shoulders, nails biting into the fabric of his shirt. Fuma smirked, that predatory glint in his eyes, and then he thrusted forward—sinking balls deep in one smoot, deep plunge. Your walls, already tender and slick, gripped him tight, the stretch burning sweet as he filled you.
He started slow, rolling his hips in controlled grinds, his pubes grinding against your clit with each motion. The counter creaked faintly under you, but you froze for a split second, ears straining for any stir from upstairs.Nothing… Just the house’s soft creaks and your muffled pants.
Reassured, your husband picked up pace, his hands sliding under your ass to lift you slightly, angling deeper. His cock dragged along your inner walls, hitting that spot that made your toes curl, every withdrawal pulling strings of cum with it.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, heels digging into his back, pulling him impossibly closer. The new position let him go harder, his thrusts turning sharp and insistent, the base of his shaft slapping your ass with wet smacks. Sweat beaded on his forehead, dripping onto my chest as he leaned in, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss to swallow any noise. Your tongues tangled silently, tasting salt and urgency, while he fucked you with building force.
One hand snaked up, shoving your nightshirt higher to expose your breasts. He palmed one roughly, pinching the nipple between fingers, rolling it until it peaked hard and aching. The dual assault of his cock pounding your pussy and fingers tormenting your tit had you shaking, body coiling tight again. Cum from the frist load squelched out with every thrust, smearing his balls and your thighs, the obscene sounds barely contained the kitchen’s hush.
Fuma broke the kiss, trailing bites down your neck, careful not to mark too loud. “Fuck, you milking me dry, honey,” he rasped against your skin. “Tight little breeder. Gonna knock you up—fill you till your tits leak and your belly rounds out again.”
The fantasy of it—you swollen with his child, your family growing—pushed me over the edge. My pussy spasmed around him, clamping down in silent waves, juices gushing to coat his pistoning length. You buried your face in his neck, teeth grazing his shoulder to muffle the cry, body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through you.
Fuma’s rhythm faltered, his cock swelling thicker inside your fluttering heat. He drove in harder, chasing his own release, hips snapping with raw need. His hand returned to your belly, pressing down as if to trap his seed deeper.
“Here it comes—take every drop,” he growled softly, voice breaking.
With a final, brutal shove, he came again, cock erupting in thick jets that bathed your cervix. Pulse after pulse jetted out, overflowing your already full pussy, the excess bubbling out to drip steadily onto the counter beneath you.
You clung together, breaths syncing in quiet huffs, his weight pinning you as the last spurts faded. Fuma finally eased back, slipping free with a gush of cum that splattered between you. He grabbed a dish towel from the counter, wiping you both quickly—though plenty remained, sticky and warm on your skin.
He helped you down, steadying your wobbly legs while laughing at the state you were in. They were visibly trembling—you couldn’t take a single step without support.
The sound of your husband’s laughter made you smack his chest, which only made him laugh harder. “Stop it, Fuma,” you muttered through clenched teeth, half tempted to hit him again.
Instead of defending himself, he simply scooped you up, capturing your lips in a kiss that melted away your irritation. “Look on the bright side… his birthday is coming up. By then, his present will be ready.”
You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips as he carried you upstairs in his strong arms.
And something deep inside you told you he wasn’t finished yet.
It must have been the wind.
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18+ pairing. maki x gn!reader, nicholas x gn!reader cw. smut(?) in nico’s part
maki.
“you want something, don’t you?” you teasingly asked your boyfriend as he peppered kisses along your neck. riki held his body above yours on your bed, his face buried in your neck as his hand slowly slipped under your oversized tee.
he shook his head in response to the question before pulling away so he could see your face.
“i just want you.” he replied before placing a soft kiss on your lips. it started off sweet at first, riki simply nipping at your bottom lip to draw out soft mewls from you. but then you opened your mouth more and your boyfriend dove in like a man starved. the kisses became more open mouthed and desperate, your hands roughly tugging at his hair while his tightly gripped onto your hips.
you wrapped your legs around riki’s waist to pull him in closer, making him let out a strangled groan because of the extra friction between you two. his mind became clouded with pleasure and he almost forgot his original goal.
riki pulled back suddenly, a string of saliva still connecting your swollen lips.
“open your mouth.” he demanded breathlessly, his thumb moving to your bottom lip and tugging it. you looked at him with a confused expression, wondering what he was getting at.
“remember you were telling me about that book you read? something about one person spitting into another person’s mouth…and wanting to try it out?” he asked, a cocky grin appearing on his face when embarrassment washed over yours.
“i didn’t think you remembered that.” you giggled nervously, feeling heat pool in your lower abdomen. sometimes you forgot how highly attentive your boyfriend was, remembering things you mentioned in passing that didn’t matter too much in your opinion.
clearly it mattered to riki.
you definitely weren’t turned off by the idea and slowly opened your mouth as riki welled up spit in his. he gripped your chin firmly with his hand to angle your mouth right below his before letting his spit drop into your mouth. riki watched you with lust blown pupils as you swallowed every drop, a faint whimper escaping his mouth as he watched you wipe your lip of the excess spit. he didn’t think he would enjoy it as much as you would…but he was insanely wrong.
you pulled his head back down to yours, kissing him again and holding him impossibly close. riki ravaged your mouth, spit spilling out of both of your mouths as you ground into each other incessantly.
nicholas.
your thighs would have given up support if nicholas hadn’t been holding you tightly to his chest while he rocked himself into you from behind. you could only let out pants and broken whines, your voice nearly gone from the past hour of using your vocal cords to the max while your boyfriend had his way with you.
nicholas kept one arm locked firmly around your waist while his free hand roughly gripped your chin. you let out a soft moan and nicholas swallowed it with his mouth, kissing you sloppily as his thrusts turned agonizingly slow. you moaned into the kiss, louder this time before nicholas pulled back to look at your face. he ran his thumb along your bottom lip and pulled it down slightly, his focus becoming hazy when you licked the top of it.
“open.” he said, his deep voice seeming to reverberate off the walls and straight to your core. you leaned your head back against his chest without a thought, opening your mouth wide before nicholas spit into your mouth. he groaned at the sight and the feeling of you clenching around him as he brought you closer to yet another orgasm. you had lost count of how many by that point.
“again.” you whimpered softly as nicholas’ mouth hovered over yours. he placed a chaste kiss against your swollen lips before pulling back and letting his spit dribble into your mouth again. that set you both off and nicholas made one last deep thrust before you climaxed together. you dropped to your hands and knees as soon as nicholas let go, a content sigh leaving your mouth as the blanket below you provided nice comfort. nicholas dropped down next to you, moving loose strands out of your face before placing a sweet kiss onto your nose.
“how did you know i would like the spitting?” you asked, your voice nearly a whisper from how hoarse it was.
“i overheard you talking to a friend about it one day.” your boyfriend replied with a sheepish smile. your expression instantly dropped and you smacked his stomach hard, making nicholas let out a pained groan.
18+ pairing. maki x gn!reader, nicholas x gn!reader cw. smut(?) in nico’s part
maki.
“you want something, don’t you?” you teasingly asked your boyfriend as he peppered kisses along your neck. riki held his body above yours on your bed, his face buried in your neck as his hand slowly slipped under your oversized tee.
he shook his head in response to the question before pulling away so he could see your face.
“i just want you.” he replied before placing a soft kiss on your lips. it started off sweet at first, riki simply nipping at your bottom lip to draw out soft mewls from you. but then you opened your mouth more and your boyfriend dove in like a man starved. the kisses became more open mouthed and desperate, your hands roughly tugging at his hair while his tightly gripped onto your hips.
you wrapped your legs around riki’s waist to pull him in closer, making him let out a strangled groan because of the extra friction between you two. his mind became clouded with pleasure and he almost forgot his original goal.
riki pulled back suddenly, a string of saliva still connecting your swollen lips.
“open your mouth.” he demanded breathlessly, his thumb moving to your bottom lip and tugging it. you looked at him with a confused expression, wondering what he was getting at.
“remember you were telling me about that book you read? something about one person spitting into another person’s mouth…and wanting to try it out?” he asked, a cocky grin appearing on his face when embarrassment washed over yours.
“i didn’t think you remembered that.” you giggled nervously, feeling heat pool in your lower abdomen. sometimes you forgot how highly attentive your boyfriend was, remembering things you mentioned in passing that didn’t matter too much in your opinion.
clearly it mattered to riki.
you definitely weren’t turned off by the idea and slowly opened your mouth as riki welled up spit in his. he gripped your chin firmly with his hand to angle your mouth right below his before letting his spit drop into your mouth. riki watched you with lust blown pupils as you swallowed every drop, a faint whimper escaping his mouth as he watched you wipe your lip of the excess spit. he didn’t think he would enjoy it as much as you would…but he was insanely wrong.
you pulled his head back down to yours, kissing him again and holding him impossibly close. riki ravaged your mouth, spit spilling out of both of your mouths as you ground into each other incessantly.
nicholas.
your thighs would have given up support if nicholas hadn’t been holding you tightly to his chest while he rocked himself into you from behind. you could only let out pants and broken whines, your voice nearly gone from the past hour of using your vocal cords to the max while your boyfriend had his way with you.
nicholas kept one arm locked firmly around your waist while his free hand roughly gripped your chin. you let out a soft moan and nicholas swallowed it with his mouth, kissing you sloppily as his thrusts turned agonizingly slow. you moaned into the kiss, louder this time before nicholas pulled back to look at your face. he ran his thumb along your bottom lip and pulled it down slightly, his focus becoming hazy when you licked the top of it.
“open.” he said, his deep voice seeming to reverberate off the walls and straight to your core. you leaned your head back against his chest without a thought, opening your mouth wide before nicholas spit into your mouth. he groaned at the sight and the feeling of you clenching around him as he brought you closer to yet another orgasm. you had lost count of how many by that point.
“again.” you whimpered softly as nicholas’ mouth hovered over yours. he placed a chaste kiss against your swollen lips before pulling back and letting his spit dribble into your mouth again. that set you both off and nicholas made one last deep thrust before you climaxed together. you dropped to your hands and knees as soon as nicholas let go, a content sigh leaving your mouth as the blanket below you provided nice comfort. nicholas dropped down next to you, moving loose strands out of your face before placing a sweet kiss onto your nose.
“how did you know i would like the spitting?” you asked, your voice nearly a whisper from how hoarse it was.
“i overheard you talking to a friend about it one day.” your boyfriend replied with a sheepish smile. your expression instantly dropped and you smacked his stomach hard, making nicholas let out a pained groan.
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fuma lounged back against the headboard of your bed, the dim glow of the bedside lamp casting warm shadows across the both of you.
you, with your soft curves and sweet face, knelt between his legs, your smaller hands gripping his wrist as you eagerly took two of his fingers into your mouth. you were always like this—super sensitive, every touch igniting you like dry tinder.
tonight, after a teasing makeout session that left your panties soaked and your breaths coming in needy whimpers, he’d decided to test just how far your reactions could go.
your tongue swirled around his digits, sucking them deep with a wet, slurping sound that made his cock twitch in his boxers.
you moaned around them, eyes half-lidded and glassy, locking onto his as if begging for approval. “mmm, baby,” you whined softly, the vibration humming through his fingers straight to his groin.
fuma watched, mesmerized, as your free hand slipped down to rub your clit through your thin shorts, your hips bucking slightly.
he curled his fingers slightly in your mouth, pressing against your tongue, and you responded instantly—your body shuddering, a high-pitched whine escaping your lips.
“f-fuma… oh god,” you gasped, pulling back just enough to speak before diving back in, sucking harder.
your pussy clenched around nothing, the friction from your own fingers not enough, but the act of pleasuring him like this, tasting his skin, it was pushing your over the edge.
fuma’s breath hitched, his free hand reaching down to stroke your hair. “that’s it, suck them like you mean it,” he murmured, his voice low and rough.
he could see the way your thighs trembled, the damp spot growing on your shorts. you were so fucking responsive, it drove him wild. your whines grew louder, more desperate, muffled by his fingers as you bobbed your head, treating them like his cock, your saliva dripping down his hand.
suddenly your eyes squeezed shut, and your whole body tensed. a sharp, keening cry tore from your throat around his fingers—”ahh! f-fuma, i’m… i’m cumming!”—and so you did, hard.
your hips jerked forward, grinding against your own hand as waves of pleasure crashed through you. juices soaked through your shorts, your pussy pulsing visibly under the fabric, clenching and releasing in rapid spasms. you didn’t stop sucking, though; if anything, you sucked even deeper, tongue lashing wildly as the orgasm ripped through you.
fuma’s eyes widened, his cock now fully hard and straining against his boxers, pre-cum leaking from the tip. “holy shit, baby,” he groaned, watching you convulse.
you were cumming just from sucking his fingers? the sigh of you like this—whiny, sensitive, completely undone—sent a thrill straight to his balls. he flexed his fingers in your mouth, making you whimper louder, your second orgasm building almost immediately on the heels of the first.
you pulled off with a pop, gasping for air, strings of saliva connecting your lips to his glistening fingers.
“it feels so good, fu… your fingers, they’re making me…” your voice broke into a sob-like whine as you dove back in, sucking greedily.
your hand worked faster between your legs, fingers circling your swollen clit, dipping into your slick folds. fuma could hear the wet sounds of your pussy, the way you were fingering yourself now, two digits plunging in and out while you nursed on his.
he shifted, his own arousal making it hard to sit still. “such a needy baby for my fingers, aren’t you?” he teased, his thumb brushing your cheek.
the words only spurred you on. you nodded frantically, tears of overstimulation pricking your eyes. your body shook again, another climax hitting you like a freight train.
“cumming again! fuma, please—it’s too much!” you wailed around your fingers, your pussy squirting a little this time, the fabric of your shorts darkening as clear fluid gushed out.
fuma’s heart pounded, a mix of awe and lust flooding him. he’d known you were sensitive, but this? back-to-back orgasms from just this intimate act? it made him feel powerful, desired—like he owned every quiver of your body.
he withdrew his fingers slowly, watching you pout and whine in protest, your lips swollen and shiny. “look at you, cumming so hard you made a mess,” he said, his voice husky.
he brought his wet fingers to your pussy, passing them over your soaked shorts, feeling the heat and the spasms still rippling through you.
you bucked against his hand, another whine escaping. “more… fuma, touch me please,” you begged, voice breathy and broken.
but he only shook his head, smirking as he licked his own fingers clean, tasting your saliva mixed with the saint salt of his skin. “not yet. wanna see you cum again just from watching me.” then he freed his cock from his boxers, stroking it slowly, the thick shaft throbbing in his grip, veins pulsing.
your eyes fixed on it, hungry and desperate, but the denial only heightened your sensitivity. as he pumped his fist up and down his length, pre-cum beading at the slit, you reached form your shorts, shoving them aside to expose your dripping cunt. pink and swollen, your folds glistened, clit peeking out begging for attention.
you rubbed it furiously, your whines turning into full sobs of pleasure. “fuma… your cock… i need it, but—oh fuck, i’m cumming again!”
the fourth orgasm hit you without mercy, your back arching as you squirted harder this time, a stream of your juices arcing onto the sheets. your pussy contracted visibly, walls fluttering, inner muscles squeezing around your fingers as you fucked yourself through it.
fuma groaned, his strokes speeding up at the erotic display. “goddamn, you’re perfect,” he rasped, mesmerized by how your body betrayed your every secret—twitching, gushing, whining for more.
your chest heaved with ragged breaths, tears streaming down your cheeks from the intensity, but your eyes stayed glued to his hand gliding over his thick cock. the sight of his fist pumping that rigid length, the way the head flared in a deep red and slick with pre-cum, kept you on the razor’s edge.
you couldn’t stop touching yourself. fingers plunging deeper into your sopping hole, three now, stretching your walls as you chased the lingering sparks. “f-fu… it’s not stopping,” you whimpered, your voice cracking into a sob.
every nerve in your body felt raw, exposed, like one more brush of sensation would shatter you completely.
fuma’s gaze darkened with hunger, his balls tightening as he watched you unravel. the power he held over your reactions, turning something so simple into this explosive display, made his cock throb harder in his grip.
he slowed his strokes, teasing the underside of his shaft with his thumb, letting a fat drop of pre-cum ooze out and drip down the length.
“keep going, baby. show me how much you need it,” he commanded, his tone laced with that rough edge that always made you clench.
he leaned forward slightly, his free hand trailing down your thigh, not quite touching where you ached the most, just ghosting over your skin to heighten the torment.
you bucked your hips wildly, your fingers squelching in and out of your drenched pussy, the obscene sounds filling the room alongside your desperate cries.
“please… touch me, i can’t—” the plea dissolved into a gasp as another climax built, coiling tight in your core without warning.
your clit throbbed under your frantic rubs, swollen and hypersensitive, and the mere brush of his gaze felt like a caress. your body seized up again, thighs quaking as you came for the fifth time, this one drier but no less intense—your walls clamping down on your invading fingers, a low, guttural moan ripping from your throat.
juices trickled down your ass, soaking the bed further, your entire lower body slick and trembling.
fuma bit his lip, fighting the urge to pounce, savouring the way you fell apart. “fuck, look at that pretty pussy clenching. you’re dripping everywhere for me, baby.” he released his cock for a moment, letting it slap heavily against his stomach, the veined shaft glistening.
dipping his fingers into the mess between your legs—just the tips grazing your outer lips—he brought them to his mouth, sucking your essence off with a deep hum.
the taste of you, tangy and sweet, mixed with your earlier saliva on his skin, drove him insane. his cock jerked untouched, begging for friction, but he denied it, wanting to push your limits further.
your whines turned frantic, body oversensitive to the point of pain-pleasure. “fuma, it’s too much… but… don’t stop, please,” you begged, hand slowing but not ceasing, circling your clit in lazy-figure-eights that sent aftershocks rippling through her.
you watched him taste you, the eroticism of it reigniting the fire low in your belly. emboldened, you crawled closer on your knees, your free hand reaching out to wrap around his cock, replacing his strokes with your own shaky grip.
your palm was slick from your pussy, gliding smoothly over his hot skin, thumb swiping over the slit to spread his pre-cum. he hissed through his teeth, hips thrusting into your hand.
“yeah, just like that—jerk me off while you recover.” but you were far from recovered; the feel of his pulsing cock in your grasp, so hard and alive, triggered something primal.
your pussy fluttered emptily, carving to be filled, and as you pumped him faster, matching the rhythm of your own fingers dipping back into your folds, the sixth orgasm crept up stealthily. “fu—ma… cumming again…” you cried out, your strokes faltering as pleasure exploded anew.
this time, you squirted in short bursts, splattering his thigh with your release, your hand squeezing his shaft rhythmically as if milking him through your climax.
fuma’s control snapped at the wet heat hitting his skin. “shit, you’re soaking me now? such a messy girl.” he grabbed your wrist, guiding your hand to stroke him harder, his other finally diving between your legs.
his fingers—still carrying your flavour—slid easily into your spasming entrance, two at first, then three, curling to hit that spongy spot inside your. you wailed, body jerking like you’d been electrocuted, the intrusion overwhelming your fried nerves.
he finger-fucked you relentlessly, his thumb pressing down on your clit, rolling it in firm circles while you kept stroking his cock.
your whines escalated into full-throated screams, each thrust of his fingers sending you spiraling. “fuma! too deep!” but your hips ground down greedily, fucking his hand as the next orgasm tore through you.
your pussy gushed around his digits, walls rippling in waves that soaked his palm, your juices running down his wrist. you came so hard your vision blurred, tears flowing freely, but you didn’t let go of his cock—pumping it renewed vigor, your grip slick and tight.
he growled low in his throat, the combination of your handjob and vise-like squeeze of your pussy on his fingers pushing him to the brink.
“keep stroking, baby. make me cum,” he added a fourth finger, stretching you wide, the lewd stretch making you sob with overstimulation.
your body convulsed, an eight orgasm crashing over you almost immediately, your cries hoarse now. you squirted again, harder, the clear fluid spraying out around his hand, drenching the sheets and his arm. your hand flew over his cock, twisting at the head, and that was it—fuma roared, his balls drawing up as he erupted.
thick ropes of cum shot from his tip, painting your hand and splattering across your heaving breasts, some landing on your chin as you leaned in instinctively. he pumped his hips, fucking your fist through his release, groaning at the sight of you marked by him while you shuddered through your own endless peaks.
“fuck, baby, you’re driving me wild.” his fingers kept working your pussy, drawing out every last twitch, until you collapsed forward, boneless and whimpering, your hand still loosely wrapped around his softening cock.
even as the orgasms ebbed, your sensitivity lingered, every brush of fabric or air against your skin making you twitch and whine softly. fuma withdrew his fingers gently, bringing them to your lips. he cursed, watching you suck them clean with weak, eager laps of your tongue.
the room smelled of sex—sweat, cum and your arousal—and he pulled you into his lap, cradling your trembling form. “you’re something else, you know that? cumming like that over and over… i could watch you forever.”
you nuzzled into his chest, your whines fading to contented murmurs, utterly spent but glowing in the afterglow of your explosive sensitivity.
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murata fuma ⓘ tattoo artist!fuma, tatted fuma!, highly suggestive, dirty talk, fuma is lwk a perv
skye! i'm going through some things now and that's why things might seem off for a while... you know how much i love making layouts and decorating my profile and all, but i just can't now :( i have some things written (and things i forgot to post earlier like this one) so you'll still have content for a while!
the dim glow of the tattoo studio’s neon sign filters through the half-drawn blinds, casting a hypnotic haze over the room. you’re reclined on the leather chair, your button-up shirt opened, exposing your torso, the skin untouched like a blank canvas, waiting for fuma’s needle. no bra today for better access, you told him with a sly smile earlier, and he nodded, dark eyes already glazing over with that intense focus mixed with something hungrier.
the air hums with the low buzz of the tattoo machine, a rhythmic pulse that syncs with your quickening heartbeat.
fuma leans in close, his breath warm against your side as he adjusts the stencil one last time. his fingers, calloused from years of gripping needles and inks, trace the outline lightly, sending a shiver up your spine.
“perfect placement, baby,” he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly, like velvet dragged over gravel.
oh and he’s shirtless too, in this heat, his own tattoos rippling across his broad chest and arms—ornaments and pokémons coiling around his biceps that flex as he preps the machine. you can smell him: ink, clean sweat, and that faint cologne that always makes your stomach twist.
the needle bites first at the edge of the design, a sharp sting that makes you gasp and grip the armrests.
fuma’s free hand is there instantly, sliding up your ribcage, his gloved thumb brushing the swell of your breast just enough to tease without crossing the line.
“shh, baby,” he whispers, masked lips hovering near your ear, his words a soft exhale that distracts more than soothes. “breathe through it. you’re doing so good for me.” his touch lingers, palm flattening against your skin, warm and steady, as if anchoring you while the machine whirs on.
he pulls back slightly to wipe away the excess ink, his eyes locked on your chest, pupils dilated like he’s entranced by the canvas of your body. the way your breasts rise and fall with each breath, nipples hardening in the cool air—it’s pulling him under, you can see it in the subtle hitch of his jaw, the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips.
but his hand doesn’t falter; the needle dances with precision, etching delicate lines that curve just beneath the curve of your breast, framing it like an invitation.
another pass of the needle, deeper this time, and the pain flares hot. you whimper, arching slightly, and fuma’s fingers curl possessively around your side, dipping lower to caress the dip of your waist.
“that’s my girl,” he breathes, voice dropping to a husky timbre that vibrates through you. “taking it like you were made for this. fuck you look so damn edible right now.” not sweet, that one—raw and edged with lust, his words painting pictures in your mind of what he’ll do once the gun is set aside.
his thumb circles lazily over your skin, inching upward to ghost the underside of your breast, a feather-light touch that sends sparks straight to your core.
the studio feels smaller now, the world narrowing to the heat between you, the steady drone of te machine a hypnotic backdrop.
fuma’s focused, excellent as always—his lines are flawless, the shading building in smooth gradients that will heal into something breathtaking. but his gaze keeps flicking up to meet yours, dark and stormy, like he’s fighting demons, fighting the urge to abandon the tattoo altogether.
he leans in again, wiping the area with a cool cloth, and his masked lips brush your collarbone in what could pass for an accidental kiss. “you’re distracting me, you know that?” he whispers, sweet this time, laced with affection. “all this bare skin… makes me want to mark you in other ways.”
pain spike as he hits a sensitive spot, the needle tracing the inner curve, and you bite your lip to stifle a cry. fuma notices, of course—his hand slides higher, cupping the side of your breast fully now, squeezing gently to pull your attention.
“eyes on me,” he commands softly, not-so-sweet authority threading his tone. “let me take care of you. imagine how it’ll feel when i’m done—my art on you forever.” his fingers knead the flesh, thumb flicking perilously close to your nipple, which pebbles under the indirect attention. the caress is deliberate, distracting, turning the sting into a throb that echoes lower, between your thighs.
he pauses to reload the machine with black ink, his body pressing closer in the confined space, the hard line of his thigh against yours. you can feel the tension in him, the way his cock twitches in his jeans, straining against the fabric as he steals glances at your exposed chest.
hypnotized, yeah—that’s the word. but he doesn’t stop; the needle resumes its work, filling in the delicate filigree that swirls like vines hungry to climb higher.
“god, i love how you trust me with this,” he says, voice tender now, whispering against your skin as his lips graze your shoulder. “my hands on you, making you mine in ink and touch.”
the pain builds in waves, each buzz a reminder of vulnerability, but fuma’s there, countering it with strokes that roam—down your side, over your hip, then back up to tease the edge of the tattoo.
“breathe, love,” he coos sweetly, but then his whisper turn wicked: “or don’t. i like hearing you moan like that. makes me hard just thinking about bending you over this chair later.” his free hand dips briefly to your inner thigh, squeezing the soft flesh there, a promise of more explicit distractions to come.
the air thickens with suggestion, your body responding despite—or because of—the bite of the needle.
minutes stretch into an eternity of sensation: the precise pricks etching permanence, his caresses mapping your curves like he owns them, whispers weaving a spell of sweet devotion and filthy intent.
“so beautiful,” he murmurs, genuine warmth in his eyes as he outlines the final flourish. “so strong, letting me do this. can’t wait to trace you with my tongue tonight.” then, darker: “and fuck, if you squirm any more, i might have to pin you down right here.” his fingers trail upward again, brushing your nipple this time—direct, electric—drawing a gasp that’s half pin, half pleasure.
finally, your boyfriend sets the machine aside, the sudden silence deafening. fuma’s hands linger, one still cupping your breast, the other wiping the fresh tattoo clean with careful swipes.
he’s breathing heavier now, gaze devouring the red, inked skin beneath your curves. “all done,” he says, voice rough wth restraint. “you were perfect.” but the way he leans in, lips hovering over your left breast, suggests the real tattooing—the one with his mouth and body—is just the beginning.
opinions on light pet play with fuma... him calling you kitty and making you wear cute little cat ears while you suck him off :(( i bet he will be so sweet and will praise you sooo much ughhh i love him
hi nonie!! i changed kitty to bunny (i think fu would love alllll pet girls, but bunnies are his favorite... its def not because he likes watching them bounce on his cock lol!)
【 18+ 】 tw ──── soft dom!fuma . . light pet play, oral ( m. rec ), praise kink.
don't copy/translate my work. i only write on tumblr
the soft carpet cushions your knees as you kneel between fuma’s spread thighs, white bunny ears perched on your head and the fluffy tail plug nestled deep inside you. every tiny shift makes it press against that sweet spot, sending little sparks up your spine. the bell on your collar gives a delicate tink when you nuzzle closer, resting your cheek on his thick thigh and gazing up at him with soft, needy eyes.
fuma’s sitting on the couch, legs spread, switch in his hand. not paying you much mind, that is until you crawl. slow, deliberate, hips swaying so the tail bounces softly with every movement. when you reach him you sit back on your heels, hands resting on your thighs, and look up at him through your lashes.
his thumb pauses on the switch controller for a second. his gaze slowly drags down from the screen to you, dark eyes softening. a small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips—watching you with that lazy, fond smirk that always makes your stomach flip.
he looks down at you with warmness, and adoration—dark eyes full of devotion and quiet hunger. he sets the switch aside gently, then cups your cheeks in both of his large hands, thumbs stroking your cheeks like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever touched. because to him, you truly are.
“ah—there’s my sweet bunny,” he murmurs, voice low and velvety soft. “so patient and pretty for me. come here, baby… let me take care of you.”
he guides you forward with the lightest pressure, helping you mouth at the thick bulge covered by his grey sweats. never quite pushing, just leading. when your lips brush over the covered thick head of his cock, he lets out a quiet, pleased sigh.
he doesn’t waste much time, tugging the waistband down, to free his aching cock. it springs free—heavy, flushed, and already leaking for you.
“open up, baby.”
his fingers leave their gentle strokes on your face and slip between your plush lips, opening your mouth just wide enough to scoop up your warm, wet saliva. he spreads it over his thick length with slow, deliberate strokes, coating himself in your spit while his eyes stay locked on yours.
“good girl,” he praises softly, voice dripping with affection. “look at you… already drooling for me. such a perfect, eager little bunny.”
he guides the swollen head to your parted lips, rubbing it gently across them, painting them with the mix of his precum and your saliva.
“go on, princess. take me in…nice and slow. there’s no rush. just want to feel your warm mouth around me.”
you wrap your lips around the tip and he lets out a deep, contented sigh, both hands returning to cradle your face with infinite tenderness.
“fuck, baby. just like that.” his thumbs stroke your cheeks as you sink down further, taking more of his thick cock into your mouth. “ah—you’re doing so well…so warm and wet and perfect. my sweet girl.”
he keeps his hips mostly still, letting you set the pace, only rocking forward in the gentlest, shallowest movements when you take him deeper. every time you moan around his length, his breath catches and more sweet praise spills from his lips.
“fuck…your mouth feels like heaven,” he whispers, voice rough with pleasure but still so gentle. “you’re taking me so beautifully. look at those pretty lashes fluttering… you’re making me so proud, bunny.”
the bell on your collar tinkles softly with every slow bob of your head. fuma’s fingers never stop their tender caresses—stroking your cheeks, your jaw, the soft faux fur of your ears—grounding you, spoiling you with touch and words.
“eyes on me, sweet girl,” he murmurs.
when your watery gaze meets his, he looks completely enamored, dark eyes warm and shining with adoration.
“there she is…my beautiful bunny. you’re doing amazing. keep going just like this. slow and sweet for me.” he leans down a little, voice dropping to an intimate whisper. “i’m going to take such good care of you after this… hold you, kiss you, fuck you whilst i tell you over and over how perfect you are. god…i love you.”
can we talk about how he strokes your hair sooo lovingly with his HUGE strong hands while you suck him off-*train goes by*
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚. tags: dad bf!fuma, head pushing, dumbification, manipulation, dubcon (kinda), inexperienced reader.
18+ CONTENT AHEAD, MINORS DNI.
may i add, headpusher fuma? (≧▽≦)
fuma keeps one hand tangled gently in your hair the entire time, thumb stroking your scalp so sweetly that it almost makes you forget how overwhelming he is. every time you slow down for even a second, trying your best to take all his massive length in your small hands and mouth, he lets out a small laugh. not mockingly, just unbearably condescending and cocky, like he already expected you to struggle.
"aw… poor baby," he coos, tilting your chin slightly to look down at you. "too big for you?" his tone is almost simpathetic, making you feel small and helpless.
you nod shyly and try again, slower this time, visibly hesitating, and fuma’s smile finally starts to thin a little. not angry, oh no, because he’d never raise his voice at you, but definitely losing patience with the way you keep stopping every few seconds like you still think you have a choice.
he strokes your locs again and then tightens his grip on your hair, grounding you.
"sweetheart," he says softly. "if dad says it fits, then it fits."
the hand in your hair pushes your head down firmly in one swift motion, his thick cock hitting the back of your throat and making you audibly gag from the stretch, the burn. he keeps you there for a few extra seconds, until the corners of your eyes start to well up with tears. only then does he ease his grip, allowing you to pull away from him with a gasp for air.
fuma sighs through his nose, shaking his head like you’re being difficult over something obvious.
you look up at him with glossy eyes, tears clinging to your lashes even as there's still that unmistakable want written all over your face. overwhelmed, aching, embarrassed. but still looking at him like you need more, which fuma notices immediately.
his expression softens into something almost pityingly affectionate, thumb brushing beneath your eye so gently it makes your chest ache.
"baby…" he sighs softly, brushing your tears away, as if he didn't cause them. "dad knows your limits better than yourself." his fingers slide into your hair again, steady and possessive, keeping your gaze fixed on him while he smiles down at you, like you’re delicate and completely his. "all you need to do is sit pretty and let me take care of you."
asakura jo x reader
word count ⸝⸝ 1.8k
content warning ⸝⸝ established relationship, switch!jo, afab!reader, tit worship, hand job, p in v, unprotected sex.
silke's notes ⸝⸝ this idea was initially provided to me by my darling hubby and it took embarrassingly long to finish however i've been on that jo pill and i had to lock in and finish it since we hit 100 today yay ^_^ please enjoy and as always lmk what u think!!
It was warm. Way too warm, it felt suffocating but the bed was comfortable.
Jo’s head was laid on your stomach, the blanket was all messed up and your limbs enmeshed together, the sun peaked faintly from the blinds rousing you from your sleep. Looking down, Jo slept peacefully, his expression was blissful — your hand moved to gently card through his hair, careful not to wake him up.
You stayed like this for a while, his chest rising and falling rhythmically and it was so peaceful you almost fell back asleep then you heard it. A breathy moan — then you started feeling Jo squirm in your hold. You blinked, looking down at him and the sight before you made you light headed; Jo was grinding against your legs, his body bent in half as his face buried in your belly and your hands froze.
Heat rushed to your cheeks, and you found yourself holding your breath, terrified that even the slightest movement would break the spell. But he didn’t stop. He was restless, with his breath hitching every so often. He was grinding again, a slow, heavy pressure of his hips against your thigh that made your body tingle and your muscles twitch.
Instinctively, your hand left his hair to cup his cheek instead, thumb circling the supple skin gently and that seems to wake Jo up, head tilted with one eye open as he looked up at you — cheeks rosy and eye heavy with sleep and you smiled at him tenderly.
“Good morning, my love,” you cooed at him, your tone light as you kept caressing his cheek affectionately. He hummed in response, ears turning bright red while his movement slowed down gradually. “Did you sleep well?”
“It was okay,” he mumbled, leaning into your touch and you chuckled, hand still playing with his hair.
“I think it was more than okay.”
Your words seem to make his blush deepen, yet he remained pliant in your hands — nuzzling his cheek into your hand and you couldn’t help but lean down and place a chaste kiss upon his lips.
That wasn’t enough for Jo.
His hand reaching out to rest on your neck, he pulled you back down for another kiss — this time deeper, tongues dancing against each other turning the kiss messy and spit-slicked and Jo consumed everything you gave him while you swallowed his breathy whimpers, neither of you seemed to be pulling away anytime soon.
“What were you dreaming about, my love?” You muttered against his lips, hand cradled his cheek lovingly as he leaned into your touch again, his hands now wrapped around your tummy.
“I was dreaming about you…” He paused, looked up to you with wide, doe eyes, red blooming into his cheeks but his expressions remained unchanging, “dreamed about breeding you, filling you up ‘til it stuck.”
“Hmm, is that so?” Your tone delicate, other hand coming up to trail against his chest lightly, trailing down to his stomach until it rested above his crotch — not quite touching it yet. “How about we check if you can do that, my love?”
Gentle fingers playing with the band of his pajama pants, his hips bucked into your touch, “please..” he muttered, head nuzzled between your aching breasts while one hand pawed at them and a sweet smile curved your lips.
“Let me take care of you, hmm?” Your hand slipping under his boxers. A ghost of a touch against his now leaking cock, fingers trailing up to wrap around his tip, a content sigh slipped past Jo’s parted lips, nuzzling his face deeper into your chest.
You felt Jo desperately mouth against your breasts, while his hands pawed at them in an attempt to take your top off.
A soft whine escaped his lips when your touch disappeared, your hands moved to take your top off then placing the ring on your finger at the nightstand for what you are about to do.
Once your top was off, Jo started peppering light kisses all over the exposed skin of your tits, feather like and fleeting.
“You look so pretty like this, honey.”
You sighed, a delicious shiver trickled down your back as his lips wrapped around a hardened nipple, sucking on the pebbled flesh. Your hand found its way back against his leaking cock, fingers wrapped delicately around the length while the other cradled his head closer to your chest.
Jo sighed blissfully, mumbling something against your skin you couldn’t quite catch. You kept running your fingers through his hair, the other hand started to stroke his cock languidly, your thumb occasionally rubbing his head with precum.
“Feel good?” your honeyed tone encouraged him to nod eagerly, sucking harder as his teeth grazing the supple skin.
Once he felt satisfied, he moved to the other tit, his pretty pink lips wrapped so beautifully around your nipple, that only made you pick up the pace — your strokes got faster and sloppier, eliciting the sweetest moans from your lover’s lips only to be muffled by your nipple.
You set a merciless rhythm, your slick covered hand jerked him off roughly. He let go with a soft gasp, bright pink bloomed across his cheeks and into his ears, looking up to you with glassy eyes.
“Haa— ‘m close, mmm … please, ‘m close ma—m-my love.” your strokes got more frantic, your other hand carded through his locks, tugging on them roughly — silently urging him to let go.
“Come for me, but don’t make a mess, baby.”
Jo whined — his eyes rolled back, lids fluttering so entrancingly while you whispered sweet encouraging words into his ears, his body shook with hot white pleasure pulsing through his veins. He threw his head back into your hand as spurts of cum leaked from his cock, heavily panting making his chest heave.
“You did so well, baby, so good for me.” Your sweet words only made his cock twitch in your hand, still hard and it was getting difficult for you to ignore the growing wetness between your legs.
“Need more, can I please have more?” Jo murmured, his hand reached out to cup your cheek, the silver of his ring felt cool against your warm cheeks. You leaned down to press a chaste kiss on his pouty lips.
“What do you need? Use your words, honey.”
“Wanna fuck you … please, I need it— c-can I?”
How could you deny him when he asked so sweetly?
“Hmm, okay. Since you’ve been such a good boy for me, you deserve a reward don’t you, honey?”
He nodded, lifting himself up from your lap to manhandle you, laying you both down as he spooned you — his warm body enveloped yours completely. Jo immediately got to work, nimble fingers tugging your bottoms down in one fell swoop, his hard leaking cock rubbed against your behind deliciously.
One warm hand slid between your thighs, slender fingers rubbed against your wet folds leisurely making you sigh in content, while the other wrapped around your middle, pulling you flush against him.
Jo slid one finger in, easing you into it before it was accompanied by another, slowly stretching you. Once he was sure they fit, the fingers started thrusting deliberately, stretching you out for him before he added the third finger — stuffing you full as quiet sighs fell from your lips.
“Hmm, just like that, honey, feels so good.” you whimpered, your hands finding purchase on his own.
Encouraged by your words, Jo kept thrusting his fingers languidly, basking in your reactions and the praise you showered him in.
“Can I put it in now, please?” He whined, his body buzzed with eagerness once you nodded.
His fingers slipped out, hand parting your legs as his length hovered against your sopping cunt. Jo rubbed the leaking tip into your folds, eliciting a few moans from you before he started feeding you his cock slowly, the deeper he went the better it felt.
A small sudden rush of slick burst inside of you, as if your cunt was getting wetter to take more of him inside of you, or his cock was leaking and slicking more of your walls so he could bury the head deep against your womb.
Jo felt himself bottom out inside you, his hips pressed flush against your thighs. He began to move, his hips moving in a hypnotic rhythm as you slid your dripping pussy into his cock.
“Ahh! F-fuck, mm—my love, ’s so tight, gripping me so hard.” He was driving his cock so deep into you that he moaned at the feeling of his cock pounding against your cervix, Jo nearly cried with every repeat of the motion.
“Mmh, baby, you’re so ah!” you moaned, though it was getting harder to stay focused when Jo’s cock was spearing you open and his moans were making your cunt drool from how hot it was, "you’re doing so—fuck! So good, for me...”
The warmth of his embrace, the wetness of your mixed slick, it was all driving you crazy. Every bumpy texture inside of you was amplified as his cock pressed further and further inside, his thrusts gaining a brutal pace.
You’re close, the tremor in your legs didn’t go unnoticed by him, Jo took the time to sooth it with a warm hand rubbing your thigh gently in contrast to his harsh thrust.
The coil within you was about to snap, your jumble of noises and half spoken words brought a smug smile to Jo’s face, the satisfaction of turning you into a mess and ridding you of your composure filled his chest with pride.
“F-fuck, you’re getting tighter … are you gonna come? ”He whispered hotly against your ear.
“S-shit, yes— aah! ’S too much, baby. ‘M gonna come” You whined breathlessly, Jo’s pace never increased, only his pounding was getting harder. The head of his cock hitting deep within you over and over again.
Your body suddenly stilled, your back arched and your breathing barely there as a sudden rush of slick coated all over Jo’s cock.
“Haa— Darling, you’re squeezing me too much!” he whined into your neck, burying his head there, nipping the warm skin.
He throbbed inside of you, the noise of wet sex echoed in your shared bedroom as you gushed over him again. The sheets underneath you were soaked but you haven’t bothered to think about that.
“F-fuck, ‘m so close … Can I come inside? Please, darling.” You nodded, too drunk on the thought of his cock.
Jo fell apart, one last powerful thrust before he came.
The sudden warmth inside of you flooded towards your stomach and cheeks, his cock continued pumping his hot seed against your twitching walls as you both try to catch your breath.
“Baby,” Jo’s honeyed voice called out to you, so sweet compared to how roughly he fucked you, “was it good?”
“Hmm, you were perfect, hubby.” You purred, melting into his hold, completely stuffed.
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