kitten licks : nakakita yuma
pairing — nakakita yuma x f!reader
warnings — softdom bf!yuma, pussy eating, hella overstim, bondage, squint and yuyu has a corruption kink
note — honestly this is just from horny hours, so sorry, but nonetheless thank you for taking the time to read this sin
“i don’t understand why i have to be in handcuffs, though,” you pout, regarding him under heavy eyelids as he inches down your body.
he chuckles at the way goosebumps immediately erupt upon touch, dragging his fingertips down to your thighs as he settles in between your legs.
“‘cause it’s more fun like this~” yuma teases and for a moment, you can see the obvious red glint in his eyes before they drop down to your waiting sweet spot.
his smirk grows wider, more obvious the longer he stares with lust. yuma’s tongue darts out to wet the surface of his lips before gently spreading - no, prying your hesitation apart, and never leaving sight of it.
yuma can tell that you’re nervous, considering this would be your first time someone’s ever gone down on you.
more importantly, him going down on you. come on, it’s yuma- you don’t really know what to expect.
as his face inches closer to where you need him, the hotness of his breath hitting your skin escalates the chill even more- the slight fear in your eyes only fuels his need to corrupt you.
hooking both of his arms around each of your thighs, the mischievous boy leans down to softly nip at the soft fat of your inner thighs without breaking eye contact — your very weakness: his perfect eyes.
“you don’t get to touch me yet, kitten,” he mumbles against your skin and continues nibbling on it. god, he’s so fucking close…
being restricted and having to entrust your entire body to him makes you even more anxious, especially when you’re so exposed like this for his hungry eyes to prey upon.
so vulnerable, and yuma’s loving it.
“not gonna lie, yum,” you gulp, “i’m kinda nervous…” but the satisfied grin growing on his face when he pulls his lips off doesn’t lie either- he’s definitely getting off on this.
“it’s okay. just leave everything to me, yeah?” although, your boyfriend is smiling and caressing your thighs, the devilish hint in his voice makes it hard for you to believe him. “i’ll take care of you.”
oh, god. yuma’s gonna have the time of his life taking your pure pussy to himself.
“i want you to watch me, kitten. don’t look away for a second,” he tilts his head, pouting like he’s innocent, “got it?”
as soon as yuma earns your stuttering nod, he slowly dips his head down to your neediness, never breaking eye contact. besides, you look sexy as fuck from this angle.
his nose and mouth completely disappear from your view and that’s when your thighs suddenly tense up at the feeling - the feeling of something wet and warm tickling up your puffy slit.
you gasp softly at the unfamiliarity, shoulders tensing out of instinct. his tongue- it’s…it’s different.
maybe it was yuma’s endless teasing prior to this, but you’re already dripping with so much desperation at this point that you’d love to push his head down onto your cunt had he not tied you up.
and the way your hips instantly twitch up towards his face when he pulls off is more than enough to boost his fat ego.
so, he rewards you of yet another long lick up your slit, but this time, with more pressure. just so he can mess with you a bit.
“i…i want more,” you’re close to whining, sounding slightly pathetic but you don’t even care. god, you need him so bad.
it’s exactly what he wants to hear. but yuma wants to have his fun first, so he merely hums in response, “i know, baby. patience…you taste so fucking good already…”
knowing you don’t have much of a choice, yuma chuckles at your cute glare and little huffs, watching your frustrated expression quickly fade into pleasure the moment he presses his warm mouth against where your clit is hiding.
the tip of tongue skillfully navigates through your folds in order to find the little bud- which doesn’t take him long to do so, and even lesser time to wrap his fat lips around it.
yuma sucks lightly- with barely any pressure, but it’s enough for your brows to pull together and nails to dig into your palms. fuck, his mouth is already doing so much and he’s only just starting.
here’s when your legs start squirming over his broad shoulders, because he doesn’t stop teasing it- going from kitten licks to continuously sucking on it and playing with your sanity at the same time.
and his hold on your thighs stay pretty loose, delicate fingers only squeezing your soft fat gently to comfort you.
you’ve never felt this before. it’s so new yet…it feels like you’re in the clouds- so close to heaven.
but maybe it’s the fact that he’s so relaxed and knows exactly what he’s doing to make you feel this way- to make you feel this good.
you’re too lost in pleasure at this point to notice your hips mindlessly rolling up against yuma’s face, helping him work his magic- alternating between dragging his tongue up and down your slit to sucking on your precious bud.
yuma’s so fucking good at it that you don’t realize how close you actually are.
oh, but he knows. your boyfriend’s made you cum so many times- how could he miss the change of pace in your breathing, or the cute little clenching of your lower abdomen?
you take deep breaths to somewhat calm yourself as you let his tongue tenderly lave between your folds.
but the pleasure’s building up too fast for that, spreading the kind of hotness in your head that would confuse you with a fever.
all of a sudden, his arms aren’t so relaxed anymore- tightening around them enough so that your legs can no longer squirm freely over his shoulders.
of course, your quick-witted boyfriend knows exactly when you’re about to cum- you don’t even have to warn him, but you know yuma prefers that you at least try to.
unfortunately, your poor attempt is cut short at the sudden quickening his tongue. it’s faster and more abrasive- almost like he’s making it harder for you on purpose.
“c-cum-“ you squeak out as your eyes screw shut, trying to ignore how fast his flat tongue slides back and forth against your little bud, “sh-shit- gonna…c-cum-“
“y-yu-“ the whimpers and whines just won’t stop- barely giving you enough breath to finish his name. that’s because you’re losing your fucking mind the moment he decides to latch his entire mouth onto your cunt.
with his wet lips attached to your needy cunt, you can’t take much longer. especially when he starts making those loud, slurping noises with his mouth- blatantly, because yuma knows it drives you fucking nuts.
they sound so dirty and vulgar, bouncing around in a stuffy room like this, and all you can really make out is the bunting of his head. otherwise, his eyes and nose are a blur with everything else.
oh, how you wish you could touch him right now- entangling your hands in his hair, or pulling him further in- but you can only do so much tugging so pitifully at the restraints as you break apart in his grasp, lips parting and eyes fluttering at the mercy of his mouth.
you’d think that cumming inside his mouth would be enough satisfaction for the both of you.
but in the midst of licking you down from your high, yuma realizes how addicting you taste and changes his mind.
since you didn’t say his name like he would’ve loved, he’ll give you another chance at redemption- while also punishing you for failing to do so in the first place.
your eyes shoot open instantly upon feeling his mouth latch back onto your slit again.
the dark look returning in his eyes says it all: he’s gonna make you cum again.
“y-yum- fuck-“ you hiss through your teeth, pressing your head further into your pillow as he glues his sadistic lips back to your clit.
the pressure- no, abuse on your poor bud has you whimpering and hips twitching away from his face. but no matter where or how much you move, his lips chase your swollen clit to no end- sucking the second he touches it.
so, yuma gets tired of your little squirming and firmly hugs your thighs against the sides of his face, tight to where your knees are nearly touching each other at this point.
the boy ignores your cries and begins pressing his tongue into you- fucking it in and out of you until you choke on your own sob deliriously.
the tensing and clenching of your legs doesn’t stop him, but instead encourages him to push his tongue in deeper.
you want yuma’s lips off, yet you don’t want him to stop, already feeling the height of your second orgasm teasing at the pits of your abdomen.
you’re supposed to be pushing him away- it’s too overwhelming.
but your legs betray you and trap his head in anyway, keeping his mouth against your cunt so that you know nothing but his tongue.
you’d apologize to him if you could, but in the moment, you can only recall the syllables of his name. but despite chanting them countlessly in your head, they fail to get past your lips.
you can feel it already. turning your head to the side, you lightly bite into your arm in attempt to conceal your lewd, almost pornographic sounds.
any moment now, and yuma won’t be the only one exposed to your noises.
some gasps are shakier than others, but undoubtedly, you’ve gotten louder in the last ten seconds to signal your incoming ecstasy.
so, yuma unwraps an arm to harshly squeeze your thigh, repeatedly pressing his fingers into your fat as his tongue fucks the relief into you- forcing another orgasm upon your poor being.
if only yuma could see your face now, how it sours up with the shock: lips unevenly puckered and eyes crossed. not to mention your cries and whimpers spilling out in clusters.
if he wasn’t as focused on making you cum so hard, he’d witness the priceless ahegao look on your face; lewd and madly fucked out.
yuma’s grip stays as you tremble through your orgasmic rhythm. it’s so fucking intense that you don’t even know where you are.
you can’t really process much of anything right now, nor do you even want to. the boy finally lifts his head off of you, breaking a string mixed of his saliva and your sweet, sweet juices.
and for the first time in the past thirty or so minutes, you feel actual relief. you can’t get too comfortable though- just in case his sadistic self decides he’s still thirsty for more.
the two of you fill the hot room with heavy breathes and pants, catching your breaths like you’ve just run a marathon.
your hands stay limp above your head as your legs loosen around his, sliding off his shoulders all pitiful.
you know what yuma does next?
despite your light twitches and tremors, your boyfriend leans down to leave the softest kisses along your inner thighs.
and now you’re debating whether or not you could take a third round, feeling horny all over again. sigh, the effect that he has…
but as you’re busy admiring him from this angle, yuma takes the chance to glaze his two slim fingers up your dripping cunt in a single swift swipe- scaring a gasp out of you before bringing them up to your lips.
he chuckles at your twitch but his fingertips playfully prod at your bottom lip, urging you to open up. “you wanna taste yourself, don’t you?”
huh. maybe your boyfriend is nice enough to spare you a taste.
you part your lips to take his fingers, but to your surprise, yuma pulls away instead and quickly slips them into his own mouth to suck them clean of your juices, right in front of your face. what a brat.
scoffing, you’re forced to wait until yuma finally pulls off his fingers with a pop, offering you a mischievous, teasing grin, “mine.”
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