▷ Oly Writes
↳ Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Toge Inumaki, Yuta Okkotsu, Megumi Fushiguro, Yuji Itadori, Nanami Kento, Choso Kamo
▷ Rules
↳ No incest, No racism, No homophobia, No Transphobia, No Rape/SA, etc
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▷ About Me
↳ She/They, Bisexual, Writer, anyone can interact, if I don’t like you, I’ll block you, so yeahh have fun gangggg…
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You relished in the way yuta was so submissive for you. So when he tried topping you for the first time it came to you as a shock.
It started off as just kissing, one thing lead to another as he gently pushed you onto the bed.
You cocked a brow at his sudden boost in confidence. It made you smile seeing yuta take the initiative for once.
“Someone’s in a good mood” testing the waters with a little bit of tease. Imagine your surprise when he only kissed you harder forcing you to shut up.
“M’always in a good mood with you..” he said. His voice was soft and low, not pitched and whiney. Which it typically was when you’d tease him. Oh?
He made quick work of your shorts pulling them down swiftly, his big blue eyes lidded and not leaving yours for a second.
This was extremely odd. But you couldn’t help but squirm now. with your face heating up, you found it hard to maintain eye contact with yuta, only
Glancing to the side as he hooked his long fingers under your panties. He could see the result of what he was doing to you.
“Wow…this all for me?” He said as his fingers found your clit, rubbing small tight circles around the bundle of nerves with an agonizingly slow pace.
“Y-yeah..” your voice soft. Your eyes darting everywhere but Yuta’s own. He let out a soft breath as he leaned over you. His tongue lapping stripes of your neck.
Everything sent tingles down your spine. Was yuta always like this? A series of questions and other things began to flood into your head.
But yuta for some reason was overwhelming you.
Feeling his fingers slip into you made you gasp. The sudden intrusion making you hold his shoulders to ground yourself.
“Y-yuta…” His fingers twisted inside your tight heat. Scissoring you open. “Don..don’t stop….” You could feel him smile even more against your neck.
“T’s not like I can when you’re sucking me in like this..” he said plunging his fingers in a bit faster. “You’re so tight…” he panted. Both of you even more heated than usual.
He was panting against you now, trying his best not to be loud like he normally was because you’d pinch him.
So he opted to smushing his lips against yours again. With both your moans now muffled he peaked an eye open to look at you.
Maybe this is why you liked topping him so much. If his pants weren’t tight before they definitely were now.
He held in his urges anyway as he pushed one of your thighs up to hold with his hand to get an even deeper angle.
You could only mumbled against his lips. His dirty words ringing in your ears as your vision turned white.
“Go ahead,make a mess of yourself..” with the prompt. The coil in your tummy snapped as you gushed all over his fingers. And harder than usual to add.
Now you were left panting as if you’d forgotten how to breathe. Eyes hazy.
How ever yuta wasted no time before climbing over you. Settling between your thighs.
“You got room for more,yeah?” He said placing your hand on his obvious bulge. He was hard, the heat of his cock felt through his pants.
You couldn’t find the right words to tease him currently. With a nod of your head your fingers lifted.
You lazily undid his belt,the metal clanking as it undid. Pulling his boxers down you let his cock spring free, watching as it slapped against his stomach.
His tip was angry and red. Having been neglected longer than usual.
“You gonna fuck me?” Gaining your voice you teased, well a pathetic attempt to. But he only pushed his fat tip inside you without a second thought.
“Of course i am..” he said folding you in half. He groaned seeing where you both stickily connected.
More motivated he pushed in all the way with one smooth motion. An involuntary moan slipping from your lips. Hips bucking at the sudden fullness of him inside you.
𝓲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 ♰ yuuta, your sweet boyfriend, discovers that making you fall apart beneath his tongue is far more addicting than he ever imagined.
✿ ◞◟) okkotsu yuuta 𝓍 female!reader
𝓬𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 18+ [ MDNI! ], explicit sexual content, established relationship, oral sex (f! receiving), pussy drunk!yuuta, double orgasms, inexperienced!yuuta, fingering, overstimulation, affectionate sex (?), my boy yuuta is absolutely hungry.
the first thing you register is the warmth of yuuta’s breath, a shaky, hesitant puff of air that ghosts over the slick heat between your thighs. it makes you jolt, a tiny, involuntary gasp escaping your lips before you can stop it, and your hand flies down, fingers tangling in the soft, dark strands of his hair.
yuuta’s head lifts just a fraction, just enough for you to catch the wide, almost panicked look in his beautiful dark eyes from where he’s positioned, his cheek resting against the damp skin of your inner thigh.
"is this okay?" he whispers, his voice a low, rough scrape against the quiet of the room.
yuuta’s lips brush your skin with the words, and you shiver, a tremor that runs from your scalp all the way down to your curling toes. he looks so earnest, so utterly devoted and yet completely terrified, like he’s standing on the precipice of something monumental and has no idea how to proceed.
you can only nod, your breath catching in your throat.
words feel too far away, too clumsy for the weight of this very moment. your fingers tighten in his hair, not to pull or push, just to hold onto something solid as the anticipation coils low and hot in your belly.
yuuta takes a slow, shaky breath, as if he’s trying to steady his own nerves, and then he dips his head again. the first touch is barely a touch at all — it was just the barest press of yuuta’s closed lips against your soaked folds, a shy, questioning kiss. it’s clumsy, his nose nudging your clit in a way that’s more awkward than pleasurable, and he pulls back instantly, a pretty flush creeping up his neck.
"sorry," yuuta mumbles, his forehead dropping to rest against your hip for a second. you can feel the heat radiating from his skin, the slight tremble in his shoulders. "i— i’ve never . . . i want to make you feel good. i just don’t want to mess it up."
your heart aches with the tenderness of it, the sweet, bumbling sincerity of him.
"you’re not messing it up, yuuta," you manage to say, your voice a little thicker than you intended. "just . . . just take your time. i’ll tell you if i like it, okay?"
yuuta nods against your skin, a tiny, determined movement, and lifts his head again. there’s a new light in his eye, a focused intensity that makes your stomach flip.
this time, when the boy leans in, he parts his lips, his tongue darting out tentatively to trace a wet, uncertain line along your slit. it’s a fleeting sensation, more exploratory than anything, and he makes a small, surprised noise in the back of his throat — a noise that sounds almost like wonder.
yuuta does it again, a little bolder now, his balmy tongue flattening against you to taste more of you. his hands, which have been resting nervously on your outer thighs, slide up a little, his palms pressing into the soft flesh of your hips as he shifts closer. the third time, his tongue finds your entrance, dipping in just a fraction, and you feel the slight, hesitant probe of his muscle entering you.
the sound that escapes you is a sharp, keening moan, your hips bucking up into yuuta’s face involuntarily. yuuta’s fingers dig into your hips at the reaction, a startled groan vibrating against your core.
"that— that was good?" he asks, his voice muffled by the very source of his current obsession.
"yes," you gasp, your back arching off the bed. "yuuta, yes, please, keep—"
you don’t get to finish the sentence.
it’s as if your confirmation is the only permission he needed; yuuta’s previous shyness evaporates, replaced by a consuming, single-minded hunger. his mouth presses against you, harder this time, his tongue a slick, warm intrusion that delves deeper, licks broader strokes up your folds. he’s still not quite finding the right rhythm, his movements a little too erratic, too forceful in some places and too shy in others. but the sheer enthusiasm of it, the feeling of his hot, wet mouth exploring you with such desperate awe, is electric.
yuuta is learning you, you realize with a dizzying jolt.
his tongue is mapping every single ridge and fold, cataloging every tiny noise you make.
a broad lick up your center makes you whimper. a slight, clumsy suction on your clit makes your whole body tense and a sob of pleasure tear from your throat; yuuta files that information away immediately, his mouth homing in on that bundle of nerves with an unerring, newly-discovered focus.
"s'good," he murmurs, the words slurred and wet against your flesh, and you can feel his own breath coming in ragged, uneven pants. "you taste . . . fuck, you taste so good."
yuuta sounds drunk, drugged, completely lost in the act. his nose is pressed firmly against you now, smearing himself in your slick, and he doesn't seem to care in the slightest.
his tongue flicks rapidly over your sensitive clit, the tip of it tracing tight, rapid circles that have you seeing stars. it’s too much and not enough, all at once. your fingers are twisted so tightly in his hair it must hurt, but yuuta doesn’t flinch, he only moans against you, the vibration of it sending a fresh wave of pleasure cascading through your system.
"yuuta, i—"
you try to warn him, but the words are lost in a broken cry as his mouth descends on your clit with renewed fervor.
he’s sucking now, gently at first, then with more pressure, his summery tongue working in tandem, laving and flicking. your hips are grinding against yuuta’s face, chasing the feeling, and he lets you, his strong hands gripping your thighs to hold you open, to press you closer.
your orgasm is a sharp, sudden thing that rips a shocked cry from your lungs.
pleasure explodes behind your eyes, white-hot and blinding, and your whole body arches off the bed, a bowstring pulled taut. you vaguely hear yuuta gasp, feel his fingers dig into your skin, and then his mouth is still there, his tongue lapping at you, drinking down everything you give him.
but yuuta doesn’t stop.
the oversensitivity hits you like a freight train. you try to push his head away, a breathless;
"yuuta, wait—"
but your strength is gone, your limbs like jelly. he hums, a low, pleased sound, and just keeps going. his tongue is slower now, but no less insistent, tracing soft, wet patterns around your clit, dipping into your entrance to gather more of your taste.
"one more," yuuta mutters against your slick skin, his voice utterly wrecked. you can feel his own body trembling against the mattress, the fine tremor running through his shoulders, but his focus never wavers. "please, baby, just one more. you taste— i need more."
and god, you can't deny him.
you’re so sensitive, every tiny flick of his tongue sends a new spark of sensation through your overstimulated nerves, a mix of pleasure and something so intense it’s almost unbearable. you're crying, you realize, hot tears leaking from the corners of your eyes as he relentlessly works you towards a second peak.
one of yuuta’s hands leaves your hip, and you feel a finger, slick and hesitant, probe at your entrance. he doesn’t push in, just circles the rim, and the feeling is too much, making you whine and squirm. but he’s persistent, mumbling apologies and encouragements against your clit.
"let me in," yuuta breathes, the words hot against your most sensitive spot. "please? i want to feel you on the inside too."
you manage a shaky nod, and yuuta’s finger slides in, slow and careful. it’s a new sensation, the fullness paired with the relentless stimulation of his tongue. he moves it in and out in a clumsy, uncoordinated rhythm, but it’s enough. combined with the feeling of his mouth, the wet, frantic sounds he’s making, it pushes you over the edge again.
this second orgasm is less sharp, a wave of deep, rolling pleasure that washes through you, making your toes curl and your hips twitch. you sob yuuta’s name, a broken sound, and feel him moan in response, his finger stilling inside you as his tongue continues its worship.
yuuta is the one who finally breaks.
you feel the shudder wrack his entire body, a violent, full-body tremor. a choked, muffled groan is torn from yuuta’s throat, and the boy presses his face so hard against you it’s almost painful, his hips jerking desperately against the mattress. you feel the wet, hot warmth of yuuta’s release soaking through his own pants, the fabric damp against the skin of your feet where he’s pressed so close.
his movements stutter to a halt. his tongue goes lax, his finger slowly withdrawing; he just stays there, breathing heavily, his mouth still resting on your soaked, sensitive skin. you can feel yuuta own breath hitch, a tiny, embarrassed whimper escaping him as he realizes what just happened.
slowly, he lifts his head.
his face is a mess — his lips are swollen and pink, his chin glistening with your slick, his cheeks flushed a deep, telling red. there’s a smear of his own release on his pant leg, and his eyes, when they meet yours, are wide and dazed, completely blissed out and adorably sheepish all at once.
"i . . . " yuuta starts, his voice hoarse. he swallows, his adam's apple bobbing. "i think . . . i think i’m addicted to you."
a breathless laugh bubbles up from your chest, and you reach out, tugging him up your body until he’s cradled against you. he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his own orgasm.
"i came in my pants," yuuta mumbles into your skin, the words laced with a horrified, bashful wonder. "like a teenager. i just . . . you just tasted so good, and i couldn't—"
you shush him softly, your fingers stroking through his hair.
it's the most honest, vulnerable, and utterly fucking sexy thing you've ever witnessed. you press a kiss to the top of his head, tasting salt and sweat and a hint of yourself on his skin.
"it's okay," you whisper, your body still humming with a deep, bone-melting satisfaction. "i think that was the highest compliment you could have ever given me, yuuta."
yuuta groans in embarrassment against your neck, but his arm tightens around you, pulling you impossibly closer. you can feel the rapid thump of his heart against your ribs, a frantic, perfect rhythm that echoes your own.
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ꮼ boyfriend!yuuta missed his pretty girl too much !
cw : est. relationship, premature ejaculation, male whimpering, slight oral m. rec, teasing, cumplay-ish?, smut, pet names, Yuta's embarrassed, but it's hot, you match each other's freak tbh, physical affection, & not proofread.
ⓘ FEATURING Yuta Okkotsu, your perfect boyfriend finally comes back for a visit & ... he cums in his pants before you even get the chance to fuck !
The moment Yuta entered your apartment; you were practically vibrating with excitement. He'd been gone on a mission for far too long & your poor vibrators could never quite do the trick.
Three long months without his embrace, three long months without the feeling of him stuffing you full all around the apartment.
Things had gotten quite lonely.
So, of course. You took the very first chance you got to touch your boyfriend. Practically pouncing him before he could even get out the cliché "Honey, I'm home!"
"Christ, love." He whimpered, his back landing against the couch with a grunt. Blush prominent on his cheeks as you slowly slid onto his lap. "You really missed me, huh?"
"So bad, baby." You cooed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, staring deeply into his eyes. "I've been needing you for weeks."
You huffed pathetically, grinding your hips slowly against him.
"Ah-ah." He hissed, grasping your hips, holding you steady with a wince. "Baby. I just got home. I haven't even showered, I'm sweaty, you deserve... something nice." His pout grew wider at your whine.
It was hard to ignore the throbbing length poking through his sweats, acting like he didn't want you just as much as you wanted him—if not more.
"Yutaaa." You shoved your face into his neck, nipping at his skin softly, his head lulling back to give you better access. "I missed my boyfriend. I don't want something played up; I need you."
"Fuck." Yuta rasped, hips bucking up lazily under yours. "You need me?" He slipped a hand under the fabric of your shirt.
"Mm-hmm." You nodded, pulling back just enough to catch his lips in a quick kiss. "You have no idea how bad. I do, baby."
You dragged a hand down his chest, teasing the waistband of his sweats, pressing your forehead against his. "Do you... want to?"
"Please," he breathed out, nodding eagerly, brushing your hair behind your ear. "Please, please, please." Yuta's pathetic begging sent a chill down your spine.
It wasn't fair for him to be this hot so easily.
Sliding off his lap, you left him with a growing pout, his hands falling lazily on either side of his lap, watching you. '"Baby—"
"Shh." You placed your hands on his knees, slowly dropping between them. His eyes grew wide at the sight, swallowing thickly. "Just want to make you feel nice, Yu."
He only nodded, letting you push his thighs apart, nestling yourself comfortably against him, tugging on the fabric of his sweatpants. Yuta quickly untying them for you & peeling them down.
You pressed your thighs together at the sight of his throbbing length straining & leaking against the fabric of his boxers.
Fuck you'd missed him.
Slowly, you leaned over his lap, tugging on the band of the boxers to free him & froze at the springing cock before your eyes, Yuta pulling a hand up to cover his face.
"Baby. Quit staring. It's embarrassing." He rasped, thighs twitching before you grasped them.
"You always stare at me before intimacy; let me admire you too."
That did not help his case at all, only whining against his palms before forcing them down to watch you & your studying gaze.
You reached out, grasping the base, guiding it to your lips, eyes flicking up to meet Yuta's as you pressed a gentle kiss to the tipe before—
"Ngh!" Yuta let out the loudest whine you'd ever heard from him, the feeling of his sperm shooting out to coat your lips & chin soon followed. "Oh. My. God." He breathed out.
"Wow." You whispered, licking your lips slowly as you pressed back on your heels. "Well..." You drew off, before giggling, Yuta's mortification growing more frantic at the soft noise.
"I—Y/N, don't laugh at me." He gaped, staring down at you, though his face softened at how pretty you looked like that. "It's not funny. It's..."
"So sexy?" You cooed, rubbing his thighs slowly. "So, so, so sexy that I want to make you do it again?"
He choked on his breath at that, waving his hands around for a moment before they landed on your shoulder. "Baby. You are never making me do that again."
He almost laughed at how quickly you started pouting at that.
"No. It... You know I get sensitive after." He sighed, moving to cup your cheek. "I'm sorry you're not getting what you wanted, love."
"...Well—" You hummed, trailing off in thought. "—you also have a mouth, don't you?"
Yuta just found heaven on earth.
"Yes... you know I do." He sighed, flustered, he already knew what you were implying.
"Then make it up to me. Now, preferably." You tilted your head, grasping the hem of his hoodie. "Please? You don't know how hot it was to hear you like that."
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : art by hunnismokah divider by @cursed-carmine
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