Yuta Okkotsu x Fem!Reader
synopsis: aphrodisiac curse… guess.
A/N: I’ve been OBSESSED with: a.) desperate Yuta b.) any aphrodisiac story involving JJK boys… so here’s my take combining the two
Warnings: 18+ SMUT, MDNI!, aged up Yuta and reader is over 18, p in v, unprotected sex (DO NOT DO THAT), virginity loss(?), oral (f receiving), Yuta is very apologetic for his actions, not proofread, I think that’s it…
“Another one?” I asked, throwing my body back on his bed. Yuta sighed loudly, adjusting the collar of his jacket.
“Unfortunately.” He said.
“But you just got back!” I complained, sitting back up again to look at him. Yuta looked over at me and smiled softly.
“I know, but they’re saying it’s just one this time. So it shouldn’t take too long.” He grabbed his shoes and walked over to sit beside me, starting to lace them up.
Unregistered curses. The only curses that the Higher-Ups had been sending my best friend, Yuta Okkotsu, to take care of. Why? I had no clue. I don’t think Yuta did either. He just did what he was told.
He finished tying his other shoe and pat the tops of his thighs, signaling that he was ready to go.
“Well,” He started softly, standing up. “I guess I’ll see you in a couple of days.” I stood up too, opening my arms to him. He smirked and bent down slightly, wrapping his arms around my shoulders while mine slipped around his upper back.
“Be careful.” I said quietly. He pulled back and grabbed his katana, looping it over his shoulder. I followed him out of his room and started to head toward the dojo.
“Always am.” He replied, giving me a small wave before heading for the exit.
It was day two of Yuta’s sudden mission. I had just brushed my teeth and gotten into my pajamas, ready to call it a night. I climbed into my bed, reaching for my phone and opening mine and Yuta’s messages.
I sent him a quick, ‘hope everything is going well. Stay safe, Loser.’ , before I put the device on the charger and turned to face the wall.
About an hour had passed and just as I was about to drift off to sleep, there was a gentle knock at my door. I peeled my eyes open, rolling over slightly to stare at the door. I adjusted my silk tank top and climbed out of bed, reaching for the doorknob.
There stood Yuta, eyes looking tired and unusually wide. Normally, I would’ve been excited to see him. But the situation raised lots of questions.
Since when did he get back this late?
“Yuta?” I asked, my tone suggesting that I was making sure this wasn’t some strange copycat curse or something. The corners of his mouth turned up into an uncomfortable smile.
“I did it.” He said, his voice frighteningly lower than his normal voice. I took a tiny step back at the sound.
“Um, I-I knew you would.” My words sounded more like a question than they did a compliment. Then his lids sunk lower and he ran a hand through his hair. “Do you want-“
“Can I?” He cut me off quickly, his shoulders lifting. I furrowed my brows in confusion. Then I nodded cautiously, stepping to the side so he could come in. Yuta’s gaze drug down my body, taking in the sage green silk tank top and matching shorts I was wearing.
Normally, his stare didn’t bother me. But right now, it felt heavy. Like he was looking to accomplish something and not just looking. I watched as he set his katana down at the foot of my bed. Then I turned, closing my door.
“Yuta, are you okay?” I asked. He whirled around, hand on his jacket buttons. His eyes were wide again.
“Y-yes. Why?” He answered nervously. I walked past him and sat down on my bed. Being this close, I suddenly felt how hot he was.
“You’re burning up.” I said, standing quickly and pressing the back of my hand to his forehead. “Like, everywhere. I can feel you radiating.” My concern for him was growing. My fingers slid to his cheek and he shuddered, forehead dropping abruptly to my shoulder, his body slumped away from mine.
I squeaked at the impact, the heat of his forehead practically branding me.
“This curse was… different.” He breathed, his shoulders rising and falling shakily. “Mhm, you smell so sweet.” My eyes widened at his words. He tipped his chin up, nose tickling the side of my neck.
“Y-Yuta.” I said. “What do you mean ‘different’?” My hands hovered over his shoulders, usure of where to put them. I saw his arms wrap around his stomach and he winced slightly.
“I-it hurts.” Yuta whined, his arms tightening as he stood straight again.
“Where?” I asked, reaching out and resting my hand on his arm. He shuddered. Shuddered so hard that I withdrew my hand in fear of having made it worse.
“Yuta.” I whispered. Before my hand fully retracted, he caught my wrist, holding it between our bodies.
His throat worked, swallowing nervously as he pulled my hand back toward his body. He didn’t put it anywhere. He just… held it.
“It… had a spore or something and-“ He tried to explain but his eyes kept drifting down my body. He licked his lips in one small motion before squeezing his eyes shut.
“Yu, you’re scaring me.” I said nervously. He tugged on my wrist, pulling it toward his heart. I pressed my palm flat against his chest, feeling the way the muscle beneath was racing angrily. My eyes widened. “We need to get you to Shoko.” But he shook his head aggressively, dark locks covering his eyes.
“N-no please. This isn’t something she can help with.” The emphasis he added on ‘she’ made me freeze. He needed me somehow. Just then, he pushed my wrist lower, my fingers dragging over his abdomen.
“‘M sorry, ‘m so sorry. Th-this isn’t how-” Yuta muttered apology after apology as he maneuvered my hand down his body until my palm was pressing against his straining hard-on. “Tsk, ahh…” He sucked air in through his teeth, keeping his eyes shut tight. “I think it was s-some kind of aphrodisiac spore.”
I should’ve pulled my hand away. I should’ve been uncomfortable, right? This was my best friend! So why was there a warm syrupy feeling oozing from my sternum to my stomach. Why did I have to bite back a smile when his cock twitched against my palm.
Yuta finally looked up at me with pleading eyes. He was in pain. Both mentally and physically. I pushed my palm down, pressing softly until Yuta bit his bottom lip.
“P-please, help me.” He whined, taking a step closer to chase the friction of my hand. I smiled up at him, moving away just long enough to lock my door. I could hear him practically whimper at the sound of the lock ticking over.
“W-What do you want me to-“ I was quickly silenced when Yuta took two long strides forward and smashed his lips to mine. He was a whining mess, muttering soft ‘sorry’s against my lips. I swallowed each one nervously, trying to match his pace.
Yuta’s hands rested shakily atop my hips, walking me backward until the backs of my knees hit my bed. His fingers traced the hem of my shorts underneath my flowy tank top, making me shiver.
My neck was starting to hurt from having to tilt my head back to accommodate his height. Yuta must’ve noticed, even in his desperate haze. He pulled back, chest heaving.
“I’m so sorry, Pretty. I really am.” He whimpered, unbuttoning his jacket and pulling it from his shoulders. “Jus’ need you so bad.” His desperation for me made my stomach flutter.
“You don’t have to be sorry, Yu.” I told him. “I want to help.” Yuta hung his head in disappointment, brows furrowed. Then his hands came forward again, holding my sides and brushing his thumbs over the bottom of my ribs.
“I know but…” He said, wincing slightly as he stepped toward me. “I just feel so stupid. I should be able to t-take care of this myself but,” I laid my hands on his shoulders, brushing them over the fabric of the white shirt he wore under his jacket.
Yuta shuddered for the nth time, halting his words and tilting into my touch when my palm reached his cheek. He exhaled slowly, eyes searching mine for a second form of consent. I smiled up at him, my other hand sneaking onto the back of his neck.
He opened his mouth again as if to apologize once more, but I gently pulled him back down, guiding him to my lips. He kissed back slowly, lips moving smoothly against mine. He bent his right knee, slightly pushing my thighs apart and pressing it into my clothed core. I squeaked at the feeling, my own knees buckling.
But Yuta was quick to catch me, lowering me slowly onto the mattress. I laid back, legs still dangling over the side of the bed. He adjusted his stance, right knee keeping my legs pushed apart while he stayed standing on his left leg.
“I-is this okay?” He asked, hovering over me carefully. His cheeks were red, eyes fixated on my lips.
“Yeah. I like it actually.” I breathed, leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth. He smirked nervously, chest puffing at my words.
“Y-Yeah?” He huffed, head dipping to press a kiss to my jaw. I nodded, lifting my hips slightly to scoot up the bed. He glanced between our bodies quickly before looking back up at me. “C-can I… can I see you?” I chewed the inside of my cheek before nodding slowly.
Yuta dragged his hands down the sides of my body, keeping his eyes on mine. I watched as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my shorts, pressing an open mouthed kiss just below my belly button. I lifted my hips slightly to help the shorts and my panties slip off easier.
The motion raised goosebumps on the outside of my thighs. I squeezed my eyes shut as the cool air brushed over my now exposed heat. I felt my face flush, knowing that my best friend was eyeing me down in a haze of desire. But his hands stayed on the tops of my thighs, frozen for a moment.
I heard a soft thud on the floor in front of me. I opened my right eye just slightly to see Yuta on his knees, eyes fixed on my folds. I began to subconsciously close my legs, the weight of his gaze becoming far too heavy. But his hands caught the insides of my thighs, stopping them softly.
“You’re beautiful.” He whispered, breath rolling over my now glistening cunt. I swallowed hard, unable to move.
“Yu-Yuta? What-“ My voice caught in my throat when he suddenly leaned forward and pressed his tongue flat against my folds, mixing his saliva with my arousal. My mouth hung open in a small ‘o’ shape, hands fisting the sheets below me.
He withdrew, swallowed and then licked his lips. A small moan escaped my lips at the action. He hummed like he’d just eaten the most delicious mochi on Earth. I watched through half lidded eyes as his hands slipped under my thighs, guiding them to sit over his shoulders.
Then he dove back in, licking another thick and slow stripe up my folds, punctuating the motion with a soft suck on my clit. My hands found his hair at that, grabbing and pulling gently as he licked and slurped like I was a dripping ice cream cone.
“Y-Yuta. You said~ahh~t-that you were h-hurting.” I breathed, tightening my grip in his hair. He hummed into my cunt, sending chills up my spine.
“‘S helping, Beautiful. Doesn’t hurt ‘s bad right now.” He answered, muffled by my sensitive core. His eyes were closed, brows scrunched in pure focus. He kept going, tongue pushing into me every once in a while, making me squeak.
I could feel my tummy tightening. My thighs began to tremble slightly. I bit down on my bottom lip, eyes rolling back in my head as his tongue brushed over my clit again.
“Yuta, please.” I whispered, trying to keep my legs open. I looked down, seeing his eyes on mine, reading me like a book. He pressed a final kiss to my soaking folds, a string of saliva and my juices stretching in the space between him and I. I moaned softly at the sight.
He stood, towering over me. I watched as he licked his lips again, wiping them with the back of his hand. Then he reached behind him and tugged his shirt off, tossing it onto the floor. I mindlessly reached for him, starting to feel slightly self conscious.
“Can I take yours off?” He asked, holding out his hands for me. I took them, letting him pull me up slowly. The knot that had been tightening in my stomach began to burn, my walls clenching around nothing.
“Mhm.” I hummed. Yuta slipped his hands under my silk tank top, fingers brushing my sides as he pulled the fabric over my head. Once I was completely bare, something in him seemed to snap. Like the effect of the curse had come back full force.
He stooped down and grabbed my ankles, adjusting my position so that I was fully on the bed now. I yelped at his speed, looking over and watching as he fumbled to take his pants off.
“Yuta, are you okay?” I asked, confused by his sudden change of pace.
“Need you, Pretty. ‘M so sorry.” He whimpered, ridding his body of any remaining fabric. The only thing left was the ring around his neck. He climbed on top of me, immediately dropping his head to the crook of my neck in shame.
I could feel his hardened length between my legs. He rolled his body atop mine, shuddering at the contact.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered again as he reached down to line himself up with my entrance. “C-can I please? Please.” He prodded my core carefully, like he was fighting against his own body. I moved my hands to cup his cheeks, pulling him up to look at me.
His face was bright red, pupils blown wide and eyes desperate. I lifted my head slightly to kiss his lips softly. The metal ring was cool against my searing skin, dangling between my breasts. I pulled back, smiling up at him sweetly.
“Go ahead, Yu. It’s okay.” I told him reassuringly. His brows lifted at my words and he finally pushed in, sucking air through his teeth. His whole body shook, his hand leaving his cock and pushing into the mattress beside my right hip.
I whined quietly at the stretch, lifting my right leg to wrap around his lower back. Yuta groaned at that, his head dropping to my shoulder once more. His hand left the mattress again and landed on the outside of my thigh, sliding to the back of my knee where it met his side.
My hands tangled into his hair as his hand squeezed my flesh. With one more little push, he was fully buried inside. I tried to lift my hips to adjust but Yuta hissed, causing me to freeze.
“H-hold on. ‘M sorry. I just.. I need to feel you f-for a second.” He muttered into my shoulder. I smiled, turning my head to place a kiss on his temple. Yuta’s hand slipped from my thigh, pressing back into the bed. Then he pulled his hips back no more than an inch before he pushed back into carefully.
“Feels good, Yu.” I said quietly. I heard him huff a small laugh, kissing my collarbone.
“Yeah?” He asked softly, withdrawing his hips a little more than before. I nodded against him, dragging my hands down the expanse of his back. He thrust back in carefully, this time with a little more speed, setting a steady pace for himself.
My nails trailed back up his back, careful not to leave red marks. He began to pull out more and more with each thrust, pushing back in harder and faster. I began to let out little noises each time his tip kissed my cervix. I could feel his breaths becoming heavier as he sped up, chasing his much needed high.
“‘M trying to be gentle.” He breathed, finally lifting his head from my shoulder. “A-are you okay?” I melted at the gentleness of his voice. One that was the complete opposite of the way he was moving inside of me.
“Y-you’re fine, Yu. I pr-promise.” I answered, my right hand cupping his cheek. He smiled down at me, his eyes darkening just before he leaned down and kissed me. His lips were warm and wet, moving against mine hungrily.
Once his tongue pushed past my lips, his hips began to slam into mine harder. He pulled almost all the way out only to ram right back into me. I yelped, my lower back arching off of the bed to meet his hips more comfortably.
“Ah~Yuta…” I moaned. He swallowed each noise down, tongue lapping at the roof of my mouth like it was the only thing keeping him hydrated. I felt his arm wrap around my lower back, holding me flush against him. I knew he was strong… but this was a type of strength I didn’t expect from him.
“Feel so good, Pretty. ‘M almost there.” He mumbled, not leaving my lips for more than a second at a time. I could feel every inch of him as he pounded into me. He was throbbing. Hitting all of the right spots along my walls. My heart hurt from how fast it was beating. My skin burned with the sensation of him against me.
Yuta pulled away from my lips, throwing his head back and letting out a particularly low groan. He slowly brought his head back down, hair falling into his eyes, swaying in time with his thrusts. The ring dangled between us, tinking against the silver chain it hung from.
I reached for it, pulling on the chain gently to bring his lips back down to mine. He whimpers against my mouth and pulled back quickly, like he’d been burned.
“P-put your leg over my shoulder.” He said, his voice pleading. I could see tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. “Please, baby. I’m s-so close. Just n-need…”
Before I could even move, his hand was underneath my thigh, his hips pulling back just enough for him to hoist my right leg up over his shoulder. My mouth fell open in a silent moan. He was hitting so deep now. He froze for a half a second, letting us adjust to the new position.
I stared up him and him down at me. He turned his head, pressing featherlight kisses along the side of my calf. Then he began moving again, right back into the same pace he’d been going before.
His breathing was ragged and choked. My eyes began to flutter closed. My hands reached for nothing in particular, my right finding his left wrist. My left finding his right shoulder.
Yuta lowered his body, causing my knee to nearly touch my shoulder. I hissed, the stretch almost unbearable. Almost.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. ‘M s-sorry.” Yuta sputtered, each apology met with another hit to my g-spot. Then I felt small, wet droplets hitting my chest. I opened my eyes to see Yuta’s closed, tears rolling down his cheeks. His bottom lip was pulled between his teeth.
I smiled, reaching up and brushing the tears away. He peeled his eyes open, lids hanging low and bottom lashes wet with tears. He let out a small noise after another deep thrust. I lifted my head, kissing his lips softly as his hips began to move quickly.
“Stay inside, Yu.” I whispered. He almost pulled back from my lips to protest, but my hand caught the back of his neck. “It’s okay. I want y-you to.” I felt his body relax slightly, his hips beginning to stutter.
“Ah~ah~…” He breathed, hands digging into the sheets. Finally, he hissed, breath ceasing for a few seconds before he exhaled shakily. His hips came to a stop and I could feel him pulsing inside me, signaling his much needed release.
The knot in my stomach was still wound tight, but I was happy to have helped him. Another tear hit my chest. Then another.
“Th-thank you.” Yuta whimpered, his hips twitching slightly. I reached up and swiped my thumb over the trail of tears. “I wish I didn’t have to-“
“Yuta.” I stopped him, my hand slipping over his mouth. He stared down at me with glossy eyes. “I’m glad you came to me. There is no one I would rather be in this position with.” I felt him kiss my palm, breath from his nose rolling over the back of my hand.
I moved my hand, resting it on his shoulder again. He let out a shaky breath and looked down at where we were connected.
“I like this.” He said softly, finding my gaze again.
“I like you.” I countered, smiling up at him. He leaned down and pecked my lips.
“I like you too.” He said. “H-how do you feel?” I took a deep, refreshing breath.
“Amazing.” I replied, wiggling my hips a little. He winced above me and that’s when I registered that he was still extremely hard. He pulled his hips back a bit and then slowly pushed back in, a soft squelch sounding in the silence.
