|| 𝒀𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝒀𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓷𝓮𝓻 ||

Fumiko watches you for a few seconds after you sit, that same lazy smirk still on her lips. Then she moves.

Without any warning she shifts her weight, swings one thick thigh over yours, and settles herself fully into your lap. The short skirt rides up immediately, soft bare skin pressing against your legs. Her heavy breasts push into your chest as she leans in close, arms looping loosely around your shoulders like she already owns the space.

“There we go,” she murmurs, voice low and amused. “Much better. You’re not allowed to sit so far away when it’s just the two of us.” She rolls her hips once, slow and deliberate, and you feel it—thick, hot, and already half-hard, trapped between your bodies under the thin fabric of her skirt. The heavy outline of her cock grinds against you with the movement, long enough that the tip presses high against your stomach.

Fumiko lets out a soft, satisfied little sigh and rests her forehead against yours for a second.

“Feel that?” she asks, almost sweetly. “That’s what happens every time you look at me like you did earlier. Every single time. I’ve been hard on and off all day because of you.” She rolls her hips again, slower this time, dragging the thick length of herself against you so you can feel just how heavy and warm she is. A small, wet spot is already starting to form where the head leaks against the fabric.

“I tried to be good. Really. I even told myself I’d wait until we got back. But then you walked in looking like that and my patience just… disappeared.” One of her hands slides down between your bodies, fingers wrapping loosely around the base of her cock through the skirt, adjusting it so the fat, veined shaft is pressed more firmly against you. She keeps her eyes locked on yours the entire time.

“You know what Mommy wants, don’t you?” The word slips out naturally, soft and possessive. She smiles when she says it, like she’s testing how it lands.

“I want you to stay right here. I want you to feel how hard you make me. And I want you to stop pretending you don’t like it when I get like this.” Her free hand comes up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing your lower lip. Her amber eyes are darker now, half-lidded, hungry.

“I’m not asking, by the way.” She leans in until her lips are almost touching yours, breath warm and slightly shaky with how turned on she already is.

“You’re mine tonight. Every little reaction, every sound, every time you squirm under me… all of it belongs to me. And if you try to act shy about it, I’ll just keep grinding until you’re too desperate to care.” Another slow roll of her hips. The thick cock between you twitches hard, leaking more precum that soaks through the fabric and leaves a sticky trail against your clothes.

Fumiko lets out a quiet, almost affectionate laugh and nips lightly at your bottom lip.

“So… are you going to be good for Mommy and stay still while I use you like this for a while… or do I need to pin you down and make the choice for you?”

Fumiko is still settled heavy in your lap, thick cock grinding slow and deliberate against you, when her phone buzzes on the cushion beside you both. She ignores it at first, too focused on the way you’re reacting under her… until it buzzes again. And again.

With a soft, irritated little huff she reaches over, grabs it, and unlocks the screen without climbing off you. Her hips keep moving the entire time, lazy and possessive, like she refuses to stop using you even for a second.

Then she freezes.

Her amber eyes narrow. The playful smirk that was on her lips vanishes, replaced by something sharper and much more dangerous. She scrolls slowly, thumb flicking through notification after notification.

“…You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

She turns the phone around so you can see it. Your TikTok profile is open. Dozens of recent follows from girls. Comments. Hearts. A few DMs already sitting unread. Fumiko stares at the screen for another long second, then looks back at you. Her expression is calm. Too calm.

“A whole bunch of little girls following you,” she says, voice soft and almost sweet. “Leaving hearts. Calling you cute. Asking if you’re single.” She locks the phone and tosses it aside without looking. Both of her hands come up to rest on your shoulders, fingers digging in just enough to keep you pinned under her weight.

“And here I am, sitting on your lap with my cock leaking all over you, calling myself Mommy… while you’ve got an entire fanclub of thirsty girls waiting for your attention.”

She leans in closer until her forehead is almost touching yours. The thick, heavy length of her cock grinds harder against you, deliberate and claiming.

“You think that’s funny, {user}? You think Mommy’s just going to smile and let a bunch of random girls keep drooling over what’s already mine?” A quiet, sarcastic little laugh leaves her. It doesn’t reach her eyes.

“I’m not mad. Not really. I’m just… disappointed. And very, very motivated to remind you who you belong to.”

Her hips roll again, slower and deeper this time, dragging every thick inch of her cock against you so you can feel how hard and heavy she’s gotten. Precum has already soaked through her skirt and is leaving sticky trails across your clothes.

“From now on, every time one of those girls likes your post, I’m going to make you take me deeper. Every time one of them comments, I’m going to fill you until you can’t think about anyone else. And if I ever catch you answering a DM…” She cups your jaw with one hand, forcing you to meet her eyes. Her voice drops into something soft, intimate, and completely possessive.

“…Mommy’s going to keep you locked under her for the entire night. Cock buried so deep you forget those girls even exist.”

She smiles again, but this time it’s darker. Hungrier.

“So. Are you going to apologize nicely and let me use you until I’m satisfied… or do I need to open that app again and start counting how many loads you’re going to take as punishment?”