fuma x reader (band!au, brothers best friend)
cw: smut, pinv, porn with minimal plot, oral(f!reciving), choking, hand kink if you squint, weed use, nicknames(baby, whore, slut, girly, daddy), meanish!dom fuma, sub! reader, reader has nipple piercings (totally not basing reader off of me, who would do such a thing), reader has a lotta hobbies, background nichojoo, brothers bestfriend fucking
in which youâre brothers bestfriend and bandmate is hot, and you wanna fuck him.
its your first week home from your first year of college, and your brother decided that his band practice has to start at 10 am. you wake up to his bandmates screaming in the living room. you grumble and go upstairs from your basement room to yell at your brother, forgetting you're in nothing but a flimsy tank top and some boxers with little hearts on them.Â
âyu cant you actually shut the fuck up for once?â you yell as you ascend the stairs, your older brother looks at you.
âgirl it's 10 am, it's not my fault you were up readin fan-â his sentence is cut off by you lunging at him, pushing him down to the ground.Â
âim gonna fuckin kill youâ you screech at him as you are pulled off of him by strong arms, lifting you easily. you struggle in the person's hold, gradually turning around in the arms. you look up at your captor and see it's fuma, the boy, no man now, you've always had a crush on since you were 8.Â
âlet-let me goâ you stutter out, shocked by how much hotter he's gotten in the 9 short months you've been gone.
âyou gonna play nice and not kill your brother?â he questions, his deep voice reverberating in your chest. you blush and look away, suddenly remembering how exposed you are in your sleep clothes. his hands rest on your hips, fingers playing with the thin fabric of your tank top.
âwhatever-jusâ lemme goâ you grumble, still not looking at him, still blushing but trying to get out of his iron-like grip he had on you.
âsay yes, and ill let ya go,â he says right in your ear.
âfine-ill play nice,â you whine out, and he lets go. you go to the kitchen to get some breakfast, trying to hide your embarrassment. you open the fridge and figure you might as well make them something to eat as well.Â
âdo you guys want anything?â you ask the group of boys, they all nod and give you what they want. kei wants eggs and rice, fuma wants pancakes, nicho wants sausage, and euijoo agrees to whatever you feel like making. you summon kei to assist you in breakfast and you too make a quick work of the meal.
you have the boys set the table bc if theyâre gonna eat yalls food then there gonna work for it. you guys sit down and start grubbin out. once done euijoo offers to clean up making the other help too. you decide to take a shower.Â
âkay guys imma go downstairs, please for fucks sake be quietâ you tell them as you head down the stairs. what you didnât see was fumas eyes fallowing your path, eyes locked onto your ass. kei takes notice and slaps his shoulder. fuma looks at k, face saying âfuck i do?â.
âdont eye fuck my younger sisterâ kei says to him
âyea-just fuck her for realâ nicho chimes in from his position on the counter.
its euijoos turn to slap someone, he slaps his boyfriend. nicho hisses at the contact, pouting as he look at his boyfriend turned attacker.
âshut up, thats kei-hyungs sisterâ he chastises, his boyfriend grumbles and the two start bickering playfully.
later in the day, you go down for a snack, and in light of fuma's previous words you bring snacks out to the garage for the boys, only to find kei missing.
âwheres kei?â you question as you set down the cut fruit youâd prepared for the boys.
âhe went to get drinks, ill text him what you wantâ fuma says, knowing your order after all these years, he whips his phone from his pocket and your eyes linger on his hands just a moment longer than appropriate.
âkay- wait can i sing?â you gesture to the mic in the front of the garage.
âyea sure, whatcha want?â fuma says lowly, and you think for a second, deciding on sexy drug, a song you wrote for the boys to perform back in high school.Â
âyou guys remember sexy drug?â you ask, tilting your head.
âyea we still perform it,â euijoo says excitedly. he picks up his guitar and get behind his mic, nicho jumps behind the drumset. you pass by fuma, who whips his bass around to the front. the first notes ring in your ears, and you are almost in a trance, the words of the song flowing from your glossy red lips.Â
you rip the mic from the stand and start to walk around to the boys. you and euijoo go back to back when hes to do his parts with you supporting. you head over to fuma and get right in his face right as it gets to your favorite part of the song.
âsexy girl come and lay with me, im frustrated and its sexually.â fuma sings into your mic, making direct eye contact with you and your knees just about buckle.
âlike omg you make me cum-cum-completeâ Â you say as you make your eyes roll back as you throw your head back, almost like you just want him to take a bite right then and there. youâre not dumb, you know damn well what you are doing, and its working. you got the poor boy wrapped around your finger, he keeps stumbling over his lines. euijoo and nicho look at each other, knowing whats going on.
the rest of the song you and him have this palpable tension that you could cut with a knife. as the last notes reverberate against your chest, which is pressed against fumaâs chest. youâre both panting, breath mingling. clapping cuts through your trance and you snap your head to where kei is standing with drinks in hand.
âwoah that was good, better than meâ kei says as he set the drinks next to the cut fruit. you all grab your respective drinks and you have the idea to be their photographer for the day. you over heard the boys saying they want mor pictures of them during practice, so you decise to do just that. you grab the camera that was on the table.
you wander around the garage snapping pics of random things, your scuffed chucks, yalls energy drinks all lined up next to one another, nicho behind the drums, euijoo kissing nicho, the list goes on. you walk up to fuma and point the camera at him, chest down you take the picture of him shredding his cherry red bass. his rift ends and you turn the camera to face you and you step between his legs. his hands going straight to your hips, you lean back and kiss his neck, you snap the picture.
you full away from his neck, seeing your red kiss mark on his neck you snap a picture of that, fuma is smiling smugly in the photo and you think you might just keep that one.Â
the sunset is casting a warm glow across your room, youâre perched on your bed. youâre going through all of the pictures and editing them, hand picking which ones your gonna keep for yourself, all fuma if youâre to be oh so honest, and which ones your gonna post to insta. after posting the pictures, with keis consent, you put a random show on and pull your pre-roll you got from yuma, he went as far as giving you cherry flavored filters and using pretty pink rolling paper.Â
you open your window and grab your lighter, you hear a knock at your door. thinking its kei you quickly hid your joint and lighter behind your back with one hand as you open the door, just to see fuma.Â
âfuck-i thought you were yudai,â you say as you pull the joint out from its hiding spot,
 âwell dont just stand there-cmonâ you say gripping his wrist and dragging him into the room.Â
âis that a joint?â he questions, cocking his head. you blush and look away, the simple action should not be effecting you this much.Â
âyouâre not gonna tell are you?â you ask, moving over to the window, cherry red lighter in hand. fuma shakes his head, looking around your room.Â
âtheres more on my desk if you want-not the pink ones those are mineâ you say bring your red tipped joint up to your mouth, lighting it and taking a heavy drag. fuma digs for a second and then moves to sit beside you on the window. just as youâre about to offer your lighter, he pulls his own black lighter out of his jeans.Â
you stare as he lifts the lighter to the joint hanging from his lips, hands cupped around the flame. he drops his hands and your eyes move to his face as he takes a drag, ghosting it. yuma must have given you a new strain because you are already not here, maybe it was just fumas effect on you.Â
âwhenâd ya start smokin?â he asks snapping you out of the trance he unknowingly put on you.Â
âlast summer, really helps my brain shut up, my ex gave me my first, he actually rolled thisâ you bring your joint up to your lip gesturing to it as you hit. fumas eyes are on your glossy red lips wrapped delicately around the tip, and fuma is thinking about just how perfectly your lips would look around his cock.Â
âwhenâd you start?â you question, words coming out more slurred than you ment, yumas new strain is fucking you up. your voice cutting through his thoughts.Â
â17â hes says after taking a hit, smoke coming out his nose as he speaks. if you werent sitting your knees would have giving out. the two of you sit there and fishing smoking the joints. you offer to move to the bed after and he takes you up on that offer.Â
the two of you are sitting on your bed, the tv casting a light glow onto you guys. youâre watching spongebob and you cannot stop laughing, yea this strain is good. fumaâs hand his sitting on you thigh, massaging lightly.
ââm boredâ you mumble out. pausing the show you get on your knees between fumas outstretched legs.
âwhatcha wanna do baby?â he says, the nickname coming out unintentionally.
âbaby?â you giggle out, heart fluttering at the word leaving fumas mouth. if you told 12 year-old you, she would be shitting bricks. fuma moves closer, confidence radiating off of him at your blushing face.
âyou good with that?â he asks grabbing your face with one of his hands.
âyea- âm still boredâ you giggle, face still ablaze.
âhmmm 20 questions?â his head tilted, bang
âyea!â you almost yell, before covering your mouth not wanting kei to overhear.
âill start easy, whats your favorite food?â fuma asks
âyellow, last time you watched porn?â you say eagerly.
âwoah jumping right into it are we? fine ill play along, last night.â fuma laughed
âwhat kind?â you ask, you curiosity piqued.
âhold on girly, it my turn for a question, how many guys have made you cum?â he asked, his hand moving to your hip.
âsorry-got excited, no guy has ever made me cum beforeâ you shyly mumble out.
ânot even yuma?â fuma asks almost in disbelief.
âno we never fucked sadly, heard hes a good fuckâ you say thinking back to how you fumbled that kinda hard.Â
âokay my turn, biggest turn onâ you say, scooting closer to him.
âhmmmmâŚprobably nipple piercings, on anyoneâ fuma says after some thought.
âoh- i have those! wanna see?â you giggle
âof courseâ fuma says hand moving up to fiddle with your loose shirt. you bring your hand to the shirt's hem, pulling the shirt off and throwing it somewhere on your floor. you reach your hands around to take your bra off, weed filled brain struggling with the clasp. you whine out a small âhelpâ and he laughs.
he brings one hand behind you back and pulls the clasp back and letting it snap against your back, you whine once more and he finally undos the clasp with one hand. you hate how much this is turning you on, nipples already hard with your flustered state. you let the bra fall off of your shoulders. you blush and look to the side.
fuma bring a hand up to your tits, thumb running over your nipple, fiddling with the jewelry going through the flesh. you whine out and push your chest up into his hand and he groans.
âbeautiful,â he murmurs out, voice rasp.
âthank you- your turnâ you say, prompting him to ask another question.
âwhats your biggest turn on?â hes says, turning your question onto you.
âno fair that was mine,â you pout but choose to answer, â you- your confidence, the casual dominance you throw at me, your hands, just you- and thats just sexual, donât get me started on the emotional boner you give me.â you say, hand moving to his that is still on your tit.
âme?â he questions from below you, having moved to his lap a while ago.
âmhm-i wouldn't let you smoke my weed if i didn't like you.â you say with a giggle
âso i can do this?â he asks and its your turn to be confused. right as you're about to ask what exactly âthisâ is, he kisses you. you gasp and push into the kiss, already wanting more. he tastes like weed and mint gum. he pulls away and you almost chase his lips.
âwoah there girly, kei would kill me if i slept with-â he starts but you interrupt,
âi dont care please- ill talk to him, he wont kill me-pleaseâ your voice getting more desperate the more you beg.
âyouâre his little sis-â he tries
âno âm not, im my own person and i want this please fumaâ you interrupt again, determined to have him forget your brother. you move off of him and scramble for your shirt, you go to the door and go upstairs to his room and fuma rushes to follow you. you get to kei's room and you bang on the door.
âkei-get out here right nowâ you yell through the door.
âwhat do you wantâ he says as he opens the door, eyeing fuma who is standing awkwardly behind you, hands clasped in front of him hiding the hard-on you gave him not 2 minutes ago.
âiâm going to have the best sex of my life with your best friend and i really donât care what you think and you canât kill him because heâs gonna be my boyfriend and that would mean i have to kill youâyou say in one breath. kei stands there with his jaw to the floor and eyes bouncing between the two of you.
âuhh okayyy umm have fun i guess?â he shrugs, surprisingly not caring, though as you turn and walk away he grabs fumaâs bicep with a death grip.
âyou hurt her and i will actually kill you, she won't be able to stop meâ he says in fumaâs ear, the younger nodding. kei lets him go and he follows after you. you guys get back to your room and you pull him into a kiss, his hands going back to their rightful spot on your waist.
âboyfriend huh?â he cocks his head.
âmhm- well talk after you fuck my brains out kay?â you say and he nods pushing you towards the bed only breaking the kiss to take your shirt off again, you pull at his shirt, wanting it off too.
âoff-want it offâ you say into the kiss. he chuckles and takes his shirt off and pulls the belt out of the loops and he sees you eyeing the belt.
ânext time baby, wanna feel your hands on my cockâ he says, throwing the belt somewhere on the floor. you take that as your cue to get on your knees, plush carpet cushioning your knees ever so slightly. you fumble with the button and zipper of his baggy jeans. you finally get them udon and you fish his cock out. itâs hot and heavy in your hand, the tip a pretty red, cherry red if you will, shimmering with pre from your previous encounter.
you grip his cock and lick up the bottom, base to tip, you follow the veins of his cock.when you reach the tip and wrap your pretty red lips around it, giving it little sucks and brushing the slit with your tongue. his hips jut out to meet your mouth and his hands find the back of your head. gripping your hair, he pulls you off his cock with a wet pop.
âstop teasinâ and suck my cock like you mean itâ he grunts out. you drunkenly smile up at him, a mix of his taste and the weed still infecting your brain making you already cockdumb. you allow him to push you head to his cock again. you grip the base and push his cock as deep as you can take it, the tip hitting the back if your throat. you gag a bit but ultimately suppress the reflex.
âoh fuck-â fuma groans out, hands griping you hair, sending a shiver down your back. your hands start to move on the part you canât fit in your mouth, jerking him off. you move one hand down to his heavy balls, cupping and rolling them in your hand. you move your focus back to the tip, tongue finding the underside of the tip.
âfuck-fuck baby stop-âm gonna cumâ fuma moans out, he pull you off before he could cum in your mouth, you whine out.
âwanna cum in you firstâ he says almost reading your mind. he picks you up effortlessly and tosses you on your bed. you squeak at the impact, bouncing just once before heâs on top of you, kissing hard. he moans at the taste of him on your lips, mixing so well with the weed and cherry flavor that was in its entirety-you.Â
fums hands start to wonder as does his lips, hands going to part your thighs making you spread them, giving him space to enter. you allow it, bucking your hips up to meet his hands, he pushes them down, a silent command to stay still and be patient. you whine out, hands moving to his hair.
fumaâs lips move to your neck and tits, leaving a trail of marks in their wake. his mouth finds your right tit. focusing on the nipple he sucks, hard, you moan out its almost a scream with how fuzzy your mind was. you pull on his hair not knowing if you want more or not. he moans at the sting of your fingernails digging into his scalp.
âplease fuma-fuma please wanâ moreâ you whine out squirming in his hold. he glances up at you and moves dow, kissing on your stomach, he pulls your shorts only stoping when he spots what underwear youâre wearing.
âthese for me?â he questions, fingers snapping the waist band against your hip. a pretty, red, lace thong adorns your body, his favorite color.
âyea-was hopinâ youâd fuck me finallyâ you whine out, the sting of the impact, weed making you more sinsitive than ever.Â
âyou fuckin slut-such a whore for her brothers band mateâ he shakes his head, words coming out with faux malice, guessing your into a little degradation. judging by the way your hips buck up to his hand and the absolutely filthy whine you let out, he guessed right.
ââm not a whoreâ you mumble out, hiding your face in your hands. fuma grips your hips in and almost brutal grip.
âis that so,â he mocks âwhats this then?â
his fingers brush over the prominent wet spot youâve left on you pretty underwear. you moan and the slight contact.
âsuch a mess-â he risks out, he adjusts himself till he is lying between your legs. you can feel his breath on your core, you whine.
âsuch a whiny bitch- cant shut the fuck up and i havent even done anything yetâ he taunts, enjoying the way you hide your face. he can see the way your cunt clenches around nothing. he moves the red fabric to the side and takes a long lick from slit to clit and your back arches.Â
âoh-fuckâ you moan out hands flying to his hair, pulling his head closer to your heat.Â
âplease please- wan-wanna cum, pleaseâ you babble out, thoughts incoherent and word jumbled. your hips are bucking wildly against fumaâs face. his hand moved to push your hips down into the matrisse.
âgo on girly, cum on my faceâ fuma almost begs, needing to taste your cum,. at his word you cum, eyes rolling to the back of your head and thighs locking around fumaâs head keeping him right where you need him.
âwoah you jus- you made me cumâ you say in disbelief.
âyea i did baby, you did so good for meâ he says coming up to kiss you. you moan out at the taste of yourself on his tongue. his hands move to your thighs gripping the flesh, kneading. he pulls away and you whine at the loss. fuma sits back on his knees and just looks at you, you turn your head away from his gaze. his hands snap to your jaw forcing you to look at him, making direct eye contact with you.
âlook at me when i fuck youâ fuma says getting right up in your face, you blush and nod. he scoots back and get off the bed. fumaâs hand finds your ankle and yanks you to the edge of the bed and flips you pon your stomach.
you make eye contact with yourself in the mirror thatâs opposite to your bed and blush, so this is what he meant when he said to make eye contact. he wanted you to watch yourself be ruined, by him. the thought of the whole thing makes you drip and clench around nothing. hes standing behind you, hands pushing down on your back makes you arch so pretty just for him.Â
he gets up on the bed and kneels behind you and ribs the tip of his cock in your folds. you realise he had gotten undressed while you were floating from your orgasm. you moan out at the contact, arching your back trying to get him to fuck you faster.Â
âplease-â you beg out needing him in you so bad.
âoh baby you can do so much better than thatâ he says taunting you
âplease-please ill be so good-so good just for you daddy-pleaseâ you babble out, the title slipping out from you lips. fuma groans out at the name, his head falls back.Â
âfuck baby-you really are a slut for me huh?â he chuckles out, resolve slipping and he gives into your whiney pleas. his hips snap into yours, the force pushing you face first into the mattress. you moan is a borderline scream, muffelded by your comforter.Â
nah baby-i said look at meâ fuma growls out, hand gripping your hair and yanking you up. his other hand moves to your clit making tight circles around the pulsating bud. you make eye contact with him in the mirror and you both moan out. his hips slow down the the thrust are hitting you so hard and deep that you can see a small bulge where his cock is hitting.Â
he grabs your hand and move it to the spot where is cock is poking out, making you press on in. yhou scream at the sensation, so much pressure you thing you might pass out.Â
âyou feel that baby? feel you slutty cunt taking me so deep, like you were made for meâ fuma whispers in your ear, his breath brushes your ear and you loose it. youâre sobbing from how good this man is making you feel.Â
âoh fuck- im gonna cum-please fuma can i cum?â you say, somehow finding the words in your jumbled up, floaty weed brain.
âthats not man name baby, câmon you can do itâ he says speeding up his movements, hips snapping into your ass you genuinely think you might have bruises. his lips find your neck adding to the many other marks he made of your skin.Â
âplease daddy-wanna cum so bad-â you whine out, a moan interrupting you when he palaces a particularly hard suck to your collarbone.Â
âits okay baby, cum for me, like the good slut you areâ his punctuated his words with harsh thrusts and a slap to your poor cunt. you cum, violently, with a scream and you almost black out from the intensity. you collapsed onto the bed panting and shaking from how hard you came. you can barely register him cumming but moan out nonetheless. you both moan as he pulls out, he flops beside you equally you of breath.
fuma gets up and heads to the bathroom attached to your room. you whine not wanting to lose his calming presence.Â
âill be right back baby, gotta clean you up, you hate bein sticky remember?â fuma crouches next to your head, brushing the strands of hair from your face and gives you a kiss on the forehead. he comes back moments later with some wet washcloths to clean the two of you up. after heâs done with mild protests from you as he cleans his cum from you messy cunt.Â
âeasy baby i have to clean you upâ fuma shushes you as he gently wipes up your cunt and thighs. he then shushes your whines once more with a kiss. he gets up once youâre clean and grabs your fresh underwear and his shirt from off the floor.Â
he gets you dressed and tuck you under the plush pink comforter you have. only once youâre settled does he put his own boxers on and goes to the kitchen and grabs some water bottles. when he gets back to the room youâre asleep. he trots over to you and gently wakes you and makes you drink the water.Â
âcâmon baby you have to drink somethingâ he says trying to get you up
ânooo-â you whine out trying to bury yourself in the blanket again.
âyes baby.â he says using that tone on you, one where you know youâve gotta listen. you begrudgingly get up and chug half the water before flopping down again and make gabby hands at him.
âwanna cuddleâ you say and he complies, getting in the other side of the bed and pulls you onto his chest. his arms wrapped around your waist, you feel at home. you sigh in content and start to fall asleep.
âwere gonna talk in the morning kay?â he say in your ear and you just nod letting the warmth of his body and rhythm of his heart put you to sleep.