ˏˋ°•*🕸 CONTENT ♰ mdni! masturbation, phone sex, pillow humping, needy!yuuta, pervert!yuuta, mommy kink, dacryphilia, established relationship, slightly mean!reader, mild degradation, slight mindbreak, mentions of yuuta being in heat, no pronouns but use of the word girlfriend, pet names (puppy)
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ˏˋ°•*🕸 A/N ♰ wow off to a rough start posting day 1 on oct.4th! that's what happens when kinktober overlaps w/ midtermtober. first time posting my nsfw works, all feedback/reblogs are appreciated!
hope you enjoy ;) .˚⊹. ࣪𓉸 ࣪⊹˚.
Okkotsu Yuuta prides himself on many things. He prides himself on being a good friend, on being a good person, on being a strong enough sorcerer to protect those weaker than him, and most of all, on being a good boyfriend.
Yuuta likes to think of himself as being well-disciplined, as having good self-control. He’s a hopeless romantic, and he spent the longest time at the beginning of your relationship trying to ensure that you perceived him as your soft, sweet, sappy boyfriend. And he is all of those things. But under it all, Okkotsu Yuuta is nothing if not a pervert.
And he knows it.
He knows it when you smile at him so sweetly and ruffle his hair, and he feels himself hardening in his pants, imagining you pulling it, forcing his head back, smiling that sickly sweet smile at him as he melts under your gaze.
He knows it when you plop yourself onto his lap for a movie night with your friend group, and he squirms, retreating against the back of the couch, trying to put as much distance between you and his groin as possible, unable to focus on a single scene of the movie because you’re so close to him he can smell you.
He knows it when he feels that humiliating pang of jealousy in his stomach when you stop on a walk with him to say hi to a dog. Scratching its head, telling it to sit, paw…the way your face lights up as you say “good boy!”, and his flushes dark red.
And he knows it now, as he stares at your contact, knuckles white around the edges of his phone, thumb hovering over the call button as his right hand frantically works itself on his cock, the small hotel room filled with nothing but slick noises and his soft, breathy whines.
Yuuta has been away for just under a week on this mission, and he already feels he’s going crazy. It’s only been six days, he tells himself, trying to refrain from calling you at 2 in the morning. He’s already called you every day since he’s left, including four hours ago when he was supposedly going to sleep – but they’ve all been sweet, innocent calls, filled with declarations of how much you miss each other, and how you can’t wait to squish his cheeks and hug him so tightly when he gets back.
He shouldn’t need to call you to get off. He doesn’t, he tells himself.
Except he’s tried everything now. He’s tried looking at pictures of you, he’s tried watching porn and pretending it’s you - all the things that usually work. Yet, for some reason, it’s just not doing it tonight.
By the time he finally gives in and presses call, he’s already so worked up, panting and humping up into his hand. He’s essentially been edging himself without meaning to for the past hour trying to get off without you.
You pick up after four rings, and as soon as Yuuta hears your voice, it’s like a new pathway in his brain lights up that was dark before; he knows he’s done for.
“Hi puppy~” you chide, voice slightly rough from not using it for the past few hours, “What’re you doing up at this hour?”
Yuuta lets out a breathless moan, making you freeze and grip your phone harder. He instantly spills into his hand, unable to control it.
Any humiliation at calling you in such a desperate state is forgotten as he whines and gasps into the phone, his eyes rolling back in relief at finally being able to cum.
“F-fuckkkk, mommy, nnnh–...missed you so much…hah…n-needed to hear you…”
“--Yuuta?”
Yuuta shivers at the way his name sounds coming from your mouth.
“Fuck…y-yea? Ahhh I c-can’t…feels so good…f-fuck I love you… hah…”
You’re stunned into silence, hearing such lewd noises coming from his cute voice instantly having an effect on you.
“Fuck… Yuuta, I–...Did you just cum? From me picking up the phone and saying hi?”
Yuuta nods shamelessly, whimpering a soft “mhm” into the phone, still trying to catch his breath, twitching from the aftershocks of his much needed orgasm. He lifts his shaky hand up to his face, spreading his fingers, watching his thick cum web between them.
“Shit, mommy…I came so much…”
Your breath catches in your throat, still in shock.
“My god, puppy. I don’t even know what to say.”
“Are you mad?” Yuuta whispers breathlessly.
“Of course not. Just surprised, I–...that was so hot.”
Yuuta whines softly, feeling himself twitch again. “Nnnh…y-your voice is so hot…I needed to hear you so bad. W-Was tryna’ cum for so long, couldn’t do it…b-but as soon as I heard your voice, it just happened, I c-couldn’t even help it…nnnh…”
“Aww, Yuuta! You’re so precious.” Yuuta’s pupils dilate at your praise, and he feels heat start to pool in his tummy again. Fuck, the effect your voice has on him is crazy. “So cute. puppy jus’ needed to hear my voice to cum, huh? S’ that easy?”
Yuuta nods, whimpering, unable to stop his hand from sliding down to gently palm at his wet cock, starting to feel uncomfy again. He gasps, sensitive, but pushes up into his hand nonetheless.
“Y..yeah…hah….needed it…t-tried watching porn, 'nd it didn’t even work…jus made me sad…need you…I miss you…”
Yuuta has been quite pent up for the past week, as well, his mission keeping him thoroughly busy. He thought he just needed to cum once, but he doesn’t feel satisfied anymore, especially with you talking to him like this.
“Awww. You’re so cute. I’m glad I could help. I miss you too, Yuuta -so much. How are things going? We didn’t get to talk long today. You must be tired, huh, puppy?”
“M—mhm…” Yuuta’s eyes flutter shut as he grips himself fully, his cum helping his hand glide up and down as he starts stroking again. “Things are going as well as they can... But m’tired, yeah…”
“Well I’m sure you’re doing amazing. You’re so strong, Yuuta. And you’ve trained so hard. I know they overwork you, but I’m so proud of you, baby. There’s nobody better suited for the missions they send you on. Did you eat tonight?”
“Ngh—thank you…” hearing your gentle voice praise him through the phone sends a fresh wave of tingles through his body, making Yuuta shiver. “Wish you were here…y-yea, ate dinner earlier…mommy I—…’m touching myself again…” Yuuta’s face flushes at his admission.
Your eyes widen in surprise and you let out a breathless laugh into the phone. You had picked up on how panty and whiny he sounded, of course, but you had assumed it was because he was still settling down from his orgasm. Leave it to Yuuta to feel horny again within a minute of cumming. Thoroughly entertained, you decide to cut him a little less slack this time.
“Yeah?” You whisper to him, the seductive lilt in your voice making him clamp his legs together around his hand, head falling back against the pillows. “It’s been how long since you came, Yuuta? A minute? Less?”
Yuuta whines, stroking harder, his mind starting to fog up. “d-dunno…less, maybe—hah…”
“Awww. Puppy can’t even hold a conversation with mommy without getting worked up again, huh? M’tryna talk to you and you can’t keep your hands off your pretty cock? Miss me that bad?”
Yuuta feels his balls tighten at your words, tummy starting to clench up, twitching hard into his hand. He can barely think of a response, the way you gently degrade him making him feel all floaty and light, and your soft voice in his ear making him tingle all over.
“Ahh, I—I—y-yeah, I.. c-can’t help it, I…nnnn~”
“What’re you, in heat?” you goad him through the phone, endlessly amused by his antics.
“Hah…maybe…d-dunno... your voice…m-makes me so hard, couldn’t stop myself...hah…fuck, I l-love you…”
“Did you even want to talk to me, Yuuta?” You decide to tease him more, “Or did you just want me to talk at you so you can cum to my voice without even telling me like a little perv?”
“M’sorrryyy~” Yuuta whines, hips bucking off the bed into his hand at this point, “Ngh..w-was trying to listen to you…just need you so bad…m’not a perv…”
“No? You’re not?” Yuuta squirms at the scolding edge to your voice, legs thrashing against the bed, brain growing hazier as he gets closer to his orgasm.
“Mommy please…”
“You’re telling me you wouldn’t be touching yourself to my voice right now no matter what I’m talking about?”
“I-I…nnhh…” Yuuta tries to think of a response, needing to keep you talking. As soon as he opens his mouth, a loud moan rips from his throat, toes starting to curl in pleasure as he focuses his strokes at the sensitive spot right below his tip. Yuuta whines, realizing he can’t remember your question. “C-can’t think, mommy, I—haaaah~… p-please, please…please.”
“Please what, puppy?”
“Please keep talking,” Yuuta moans out, fighting against the foggy feeling in his mind.
“Yeah? What do you want me to say, puppy? Do you want me to praise you?” Your voice goes softer and Yuuta nods frantically, feeling tears start to well in his eyes. “Want me to tell you how pretty you sound? How good you’re being for me? How well I’m gonna take care of you next time I see you, how I’m gonna make you cum so hard your little puppy brain won’t even be able to process it?”
Yuuta gasps, cursing under his breath, head thrown back, practically drooling at this point. He’s dropped the phone from his left hand onto the pillow by his head in favor of clutching the sheets next to him, right hand frantically pumping his flushed, dripping cock, the wet noises almost overpowering his whines.
“Yes, yes, pleeease mommy, p-please please, hah… m’so close…”
“Don’t cum yet, puppy. Stop.”
“W-What?” Yuuta’s hand slows on his cock, his tummy twisting up.
“I said, don’t cum yet. Take your hand off your cock, turn over. I want you to hump one of your pillows.”
Yuuta groans in frustration, his hand automatically ripping itself off of his cock, his body so attuned to following your commands that it listens to you without him even having time to think it through.
He thinks about it more as he watches his pink cock twitch painfully against his stomach, desperately fighting the urge to take it back into his hand. He could just…keep touching, and not tell you.
“I-…b-but…ugh…s’gonna make a mess..”
“I don’t care.”
“But I–”
“Do you wanna cum, Yuuta?”
Yuuta huffs in frustration, cock still throbbing from stopping so suddenly when he was so close to cumming, and reluctantly flips himself over. As tempted as he is, he knows he can’t go through with disobeying you – he’d feel guilty about it the whole night until he’d end up snitching on himself.
“Are you listening to me?” you ask, your voice sharper than before.
“‘Course I am,” Yuuta mutters, huffing again as he grabs a pillow and folds it in half. "Why're you bein' so mean?”
“I’m not!” You smile innocently against the phone. “You don’t have to do any of this, puppy. I can hang up right now and go to bed–”
“No!” Yuuta panics, frantically shaking his head. “D-don’t hang up. Please. I’ll be good, wanna be good for you. I’m listeni–ngnhhh~” Yuuta’s pleading breaks off into a pitchy whine as he sinks his hips against the pillow, eyes rolling back at the soft feeling of the fabric against his cock, already so sensitive from being edged. “Oh... mommy i–it feels good…”
“There you go, puppy. See? M’not being mean, am I? A puppy in heat doesn’t use his hands, you’re supposed to hump something. You’ll love it.”
Yuuta whines in embarrassment, grabbing a second pillow to bury his face in. “M’not in heat,” he mumbles. Yet, he can’t stop himself from rolling his hips, pressing his cock harder into the pillow.
“No? But it seems like you are, puppy. You’re so desperate, you can’t even control your instincts. You were touching yourself without asking me, you came without asking me, and then you started jerking off again while I was talking to you.”
Yuuta pouts, shaking his head as he humps against the pillow harder. “I said m’sorryyy,” he whines, grabbing the phone and holding it closer to his face, eager to hear your voice more. “Couldn’t help it.”
“Because you’re in heat? Or because you’re a pervert who can’t hear my voice without getting hard?”
“I-I–” Yuuta’s cheeks flush with humiliation, and he moves himself up a bit on the pillow, humping it harder, his precum soaking a wet spot into the fabric. “Nghh…hah…m’not…n-not a perv…y-you’re being mean, mommy…”
“Am I?” Yuuta knows the exact look that’s on your face – you’re pouting at him in false sympathy – and just imagining it makes his tummy tighten, and he moans as the tingly feeling in his groin starts to spread up through his body. “Am I being mean?”
“Y-Yeah…hah…s-so mean…” Yuuta pants out.
“And is it turning you off, puppy? Be honest.”
Yuuta drops his head in defeat, letting out a low whine. “No…”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Good boy. Because it doesn’t matter what I’m saying, you’ll cum no matter what just from hearing me talk to you. Because my voice overpowers every last thought in your hazy little puppy brain. Isn’t that right?”
Yuuta just whimpers in response, feeling himself twitch harder, his rhythm becoming irregular. All he can do is pant into the phone, drooling on the pillow that he’s clutching in his arms. He was already so close before he started humping the pillow, he knows he’s not gonna last long.
“Answer me, puppy.”
Yuuta opens his mouth, tries to think of the right answer, and just lets out a sob instead. “g-gonna cum,” he moans.
“Of course you are. Because you’re a pathetic little thing, aren’t you?”
“Nggh…y-yeah…m’pathetic…hah...can I cum mommy? Please please, c-can’t stop…” Yuuta feels his tummy tightening, and he tries to hold himself back, desperately needing your permission this time.
“Say it again, then you can cum. Tell me how pathetic you are.”
Yuuta sobs against the pillow, your voice in his ear making it almost impossible to hold himself back.
“I’m pathetic! I’m your pathetic little puppy. I– ah–j-just thinking about you makes me horny…all I can think about right now is f-fucking into you…c-can’t even listen to you talk–w-without–nghh- ffffffuck I needa cum mommy, pleease~I–I cant–can’t think–”
“Shhh, s’okay. Relax. Don’t need to think anymore. Just cum for me, puppy. Don’t overwork your pretty little brain.”
“Nngh–” Yuuta’s hips stutter and he tenses up, going silent, vision going white, before he whines loudly as he’s thrown into a shaking orgasm, shooting thick white ropes against the hotel pillow. “Fuck mommy–ahhhh…”
You talk him through it gently, finally whispering the praise to him that he’s been waiting for.
“Goood puppy, that’s it. That’s my good boy. Did so well for me, Yuuta. Such a good listener. Let it all out.”
Yuuta basks in your praise, whimpering out almost unintelligible “thankyou”s as he rocks his sensitive cock into the pillow, smearing his cum deeper and deeper into the fabric.
After a minute, his body slumps against the pillows, and he lets out a shaky breath, high on the endorphins running through his body. He feels around blindly for his phone that he dropped at some point in his haze, grabbing it and holding it close to his face, curling his body around it like it’s you.
“Mommy?” he pants out softly.
“I’m right here, puppy,” You quickly reassure him. “You doin’ okay?”
“Mhmm,” he hums, blissed out, your voice lulling him into a sleepy trance now that he’s not so pent up anymore. “Not mad at me, right?”
You laugh softly, feeling a bit bad for him. “Aww. Not even a tiny bit. You did so good, Yuuta, that was so hot.”
“Mmm,” Yuuta hums softly again, smiling.
You hesitate for a moment, before asking, “Was I too mean?”
“Nuh-uh. I liked it.” Yuuta nuzzles his head into his pillow, winces at the wet spot from drooling on it, and flips it over before nuzzling back into it. “I’ve been so horny for you this whole trip. Can’t stop jerking off to your pictures. I need to be put in my place sometimes,” he giggles.
“Dumb puppy,” you try to calm yourself down, cheeks starting to hurt from smiling into the phone. “You know that being horny for your girlfriend doesn’t actually make you a perv, right? I just like messing with you.”
“I know,” Yuuta smiles dreamily into the phone on the other end of the line. Lying there, dazed, with a worn out variation of the same expression as you, hundreds of miles away. “I like when you mess with me…” He pauses, before adding, “Sometimes. As long as you’re extra nice to me after.”
“Of course, puppy. I can only handle being a little mean to you, anyway. You’re such a good boy at heart, aren’t you? Always so perfect for me.”
Yuuta whines, kicking the soiled pillow away from between his legs so he doesn’t get tempted to rub himself against it. “Stop ittt…I love you, but you’re gonna make me horny again.”
“Awhh, I’m sorry, I’ll stop. I love you too, and you need to go to bed.” You pause, before adding, “You know I don’t mean anything I say when I'm mean to you, though, right?”
“Of course not,” Yuuta yawns, smiling. “I know I’m your good boy.”
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Yuuji
pet play, praise, dacryphilia
look at me.
look me in the eyes and tell me yuuji isn't the most puppy boy to ever grace this earth
the urge to be good for you is so deeply ingrained his body
he almost automatically wants to fall to his knees whenever he catches your gaze in general
and that's where he's supposed to be... on all fours
he'd love it when you sit anywhere and he can put his head in your lap
needs you to pet him, call his name gently and coo at him
but more than that he daydreams about you cradling his face in your hands and softly kissing him anywhere and everywhere
he would take it all with closed eyes and a slight hitch in his breath
especially if you hit him with the "you've been so strong... my sweet boy. come here.... I've got you."
wouldn't be surprised if the tears start rolling uncontrollably
and even more so when you feel something poking your legs
he wouldn't be able to help it!
he needs to be wanted and made to feel safe and that's all he really needs to get going
Megumi
blindfolds, restraints, edging
he doesn't like admitting to anything at first
bc its megumi like obvs he'd need a second until he trusts you enough
but he thinks about it a lot when he's alone, or whenever his mind drifts off to you
thinks about the little box hidden deep inside of his closet, containing all his toys
whenever he's alone he grabs the soft satin material of the blindfold, or tries out the handcuffs on his own
suddenly laying down on his bed and sheepishly bringing his arms up to the headboard
and in his minds eye he can clearly picture you above him, straddling him with a scheming smile
until you'd rob him of his sight, gently putting the blindfold around him
(he put it over his eyes and tucks the ends between his head and the pillow, before bringing his arms back up)
starts fantasizing a little too much
pressing his thighs together while he can almost feel you grinding down on his growing erection slowly, unable to stop you or get you to speed up
the beautiful people, strung up from the ceiling in elaborate knots and patterns
and quite frankly she's jealous
she can't stop picturing herself in those pictures and poses, how the ropes would make a slight dent in her skin and the fat underneath
she'd look amazing!
in her fantasy now, you appear behind her, smiling patiently while you get more rope to finish her up, to help her look even better
and it's quite obvious that she wants you to tell her that to, to voice your admiration for her
perhaps you'd bring her to a mirror nearby, make her admire herself for as long as she'd like
gently running your hand over her body, maybe even getting slightly underneath the ropes
it seems... that she has no choice but to order some rope soon
Maki
interrogation roleplay, impact play,
of course.
a challenge for maki. what else!
she wants to work for it, no fun in getting everything right away, what's the point
it started when she saw you getting upset at someone (probably the higher ups in the zenin family lets be real)
and you were upset
neck veins popping out, voice cold and filled with disdain, brows furrowed and clenching your jaw every now and then
it was hot as fuck!
maki can't help but think about that energy (not the anger) being targeted towards her, to see the same expressions but to know that there is a prize, a gift waiting for her at the end
interrogating her about... anything really... and she'd try her damn hardest to get you even more worked up
to make you go harder than usual, to not treat her gently but to let loose
she has to look away when she's fantasizing about you bending her over a desk, spanking her bottom with each question
it feels weird to think about you in that way, especially in front of the zenins (derogatory)
stores that mental note for later because out of everyone she is definitely the one to tell you about it
Inumaki
knismolagnia (tickling), sensation play
intimacy and getting consent from someone who can't really speak a whole lot was difficult at first
but you and inumaki make it work
his little fantasy all came to be when you two decided that before using anything on him, you'd grab it and present it to him
and if he leans forward to kiss it, it's all game
you'd sort of developed a cute habit of grinning and gently running your nails along his neck or just behind his ear
it sent shivers down his spine
but he can't get that sensation out of his mind
even shivering out of nowhere when he thinks about it again
he wants that good, tense feeling not just on his neck
but everywhere
wants you to tickle him with your hands, nails his mind even wanders towards feathers or floggers
and it doesn't stop there
he experiments on his own with candle wax, ice cubes and the like
and it just makes him grow even more frustrated, in the best way possible
he's itching to see you soon again and have you try it all out on his body
Yuuta
free use, orgasm control ("forced" orgasms)
hopelessly devoted yuuta, hm?
he's already deeply and truly in love with you, the hearts practically form immediately when he gets to look at you
you're always on his mind anyway, but lately his mind wanders down naughtier roads
like combining that hopeless devotion with his high libido
and suddenly he's picturing himself doing his chores around the apartment and you wordlessly grabbing him
dragging him to the nearest surface and taking him right then and there
interrupting his daily schedule, multiple times, just to pull him into your bedroom and riding him stupid
forcing his body to cum, even after you've drained him dry
and he'd take it with the same hearts in his eyes
likes the idea of you loving him so much, that you can't keep your hands off of him, for even a second
suddenly feeling flattered by the ideas in his head he has to sink his head into the nearest pillow and just sigh, overcome with love... and arousal
i was originally yuutasucker.. gotta put some credit on my boys name
yuuta (maybe (def) rika too ? aged up and grown w yuuta obvi) x STRONG, and dom!fem reader
if yall ever catch me writing a character as dominate or the reader as submissive SHOOT ME. SHOOT ME.
ugh. hes such a pretty boy.
yuuta knows, deep down inside, that you like him
and, just looking at him like a regular boy, its only natural he denies how he and you feel, chalking it up to normal friendship things
yes, when maki is a bit dominate during sparring, it awakes something deep inside of him that he's been hiding since rika
but when you completely FLOOR him, insulting him, teasing him during training, he gets sooooooo worked up, a part of him wanting to prove you wrong and have you pinned against the ground, but a part of him trying to stop all the blood in his body from immediately rushing down there when you ineveibitly pin him down.
he'll never use his full strength while sparring you, as he subconsciously PRAYS you'll have him on his knees under you, he PRAYS, someday youll make it more than it is, and make him submit to you right there and then, even if gojo, and the rest of the students are watching. it would honestly turn him on more if everyone knew how much you made him feel, and saw him committing such sinful acts against your body as a desperate release.
and when you add rika, it just gets so more messy. shes always been dominate over him, proposing herself, even as a young girl, and staying with him forever, being jealous, keeping him to herself.
she already had a FIT when yuuta experienced maki and all her control over him, but when she and yuuta met you, someone who could truly offer a REAL fight against her, things just got SO messy
yuuta already felt such complicated feelings for you, wanting you to always be over him, and in control of him, and then rika, basically the other half, piece, of his soul, was making comments ALWAYS..
she was the voice in his head, commenting on how, she didnt mind you hurting him a bit, since you were just that pretty of a girl.
when he'd get flustered over your casual dominance, leading him through the missions, a hand on his shoulder or waist, telling him what to do and where to go
usually, rika would freak out, but in his head, he just heard her giggle, and comment how she'd let you do the same thing to her
eventually, he started desperately fucking his fist, thinking of your hands all over him, threatening to harm him, but really playing easy, just how you did during all those training sessions, jerking him off, so soft, making him feel all the pleasure he oh so desperately needed.
and whats even worse, rika would whisper in his ear, how youd call him pathetic, a cry baby, she just egged him on, as in all honesty she wanted to see you take control over not just yuuta, but both of them
hes so fucking whipped. so much even rika is on board. thats the effect youve had on these poor people.
warnings !aged up characters!, boyfriend yuuta, smut without plot, sub!yuuta, dom!reader, overstimulation, cum, unprotected sex, minors dni pleaaaseeee!!!!!
“c-can’t anymore, baby, please” yuuta babbled, tears building up in his eyes again as you slowly rocked your hand over his hardening cock, which was already wet from all the spit, his previous orgasms and your pussy.
you shushed your boyfriend and put your hand over his mouth, stopping the moans and whines escaping his lips.
“just one more, baby” you whispered, removing your hand and leaning in closer so your lips were hovering just over yuuta’s. his hot, breathless pants against your lips. he frantically shook his head, big eyes hopelessly widening. “c-cant…”
“but you’ve been so good all night” you mumbled against his lips, your hand wandering from his angry red tip to his stomach, which was covered in sweat, his cum and your lovebites, and you felt his cock twitch at your touch. “i guess then you don’t wanna keep being good” you sighed as you pulled away from him.
“n-no! wanna keep being good for you!” yuuta exclaimed, grabbing your face to look at him, big, dark eyes looking into yours desperately. he knew the rules; no touching you, but he couldn’t risk you leaving.
you couldn’t help but chuckle. “you’re so cute, baby” you mumbled against his lips before you kissed him, slow and passionately, as you straddled his lap.
with his cock hard again and your cunt being so wet from seeing your boyfriend in such a state, his dick slipped right in, making your boyfriend let out a long, low, breathy groan as he leaned his head back on the headboard while desperately digging his nails into your hips.
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ˏˋ°•*🕸 A/N ♰ it's a great day to be bisexual! not me disappearing for two weeks then dropping a NOVEL. this is so long...i'm sorry (or not if you like that) (you can skip to the 1st divider for when the smut starts if you want! 2nd divider is when they fully f/ck) also i'm so behind...kinktober is def gonna bleed into nonstop nut november. but i still plan to write everything dw! sorry for the delay, but now you get yuuta AND maki, so that makes up for it a bit.
bitte schön, enjoy ;).˚⊹. ࣪𓉸 ࣪⊹˚.
You and Maki are out of Yuuta’s league... by a long shot. Confident, gorgeous, top of the class, always together, holding each others’ love interests to the highest standards – anyone in your school would consider themselves lucky if you or Maki were to look at them twice.
And Toge knew how hot Yuuta found you – both of you. Frankly, it was hard for Toge to tell which one of you made him blush harder when you’d walk by, because seeing one of you without the other was a once-in-a-blue-moon sighting. Yet whenever Toge would nudge Yuuta to warn him of your approach, giving him that little smirk as if to say, “C’mon, say hi to them! You know you want to”, Yuuta’s eyes would go wide and he’d give Toge a death glare, silently begging him to not make things obvious.
Yuuta may be shy and socially awkward, but he’s anything but stupid; he knows how things like this work. He’d be damned before he’d embarrass himself trying to shoot his shot with either of the two most popular girls in the class and getting instantly shut down.
But tonight, Yuuji, an acquaintance of Toge and Yuuta’s from the class below them, is hosting a post-midterm party at his place, meaning there’s a lot of alcohol in Toge’s system - and he can be prone to being a little shit.
So when he stumbled out of the bathroom to see you and Maki giggling and pulling each other into the guest room next to Yuuji’s room, Toge simply couldn’t help himself. He whipped out his phone, grinning devilishly as he staggered down the hallway, texting his best friend to meet him at the guest room immediately - there was a surprise there ;)
Yuuta approached the room assuming that Toge was in there, maybe with more shots in hand that Yuuta would have to talk him out of doing.
Now imagine his surprise when he creaked open the door to find you straddling Maki, seated on the edge of the bed, both of you giggling softly in between kisses as you made out.
Of course, Yuuta’s first instinct was to slam the door shut – what else would he do? He’s not a creep!
And yet, here he stands now. A full minute has passed, and he’s frozen in place, staring dumbly through the open slit in the door, contemplating what to do. How did he get here? Did Toge know that you and Maki were in here? He must have, right?
Yuuta feels his palms growing sweaty as he watches Maki’s hands travel to your butt, roughly pulling you closer against her. Were you and Maki dating? He feels heat swirl in his stomach as you grab at Maki’s - now messy - ponytail, pulling her head back, making her moan lowly. How did nobody know this? Yuuta didn’t even know either of you were gay!
You whisper something in Maki’s ear, and Yuuta watches Maki’s eyebrows perk up in interest. Yuuta tries to calm his breathing as he finds himself leaning forward subconsciously, as if trying to hear what you’re whispering. He’s white knuckling the door handle, pushing it open just a millimeter more. Yuuta bites his lip as he hears you laugh against Maki’s neck, and watches Maki smile dangerously, before her eyes shoot to the door, locking with Yuuta’s.
It takes him almost a full second to process this. When he finally does, he nearly jumps out of his skin, gasping sharply.
“I–I’m sorry!” He yelps, slamming the door so fast he catches his shirt in it. He tries to run, but gets yanked back, opening the door again in a panic to get it out.
“Yuuta, stop. Don’t leave.”
Your voice isn’t raised – you simply say it out loud – but it catches Yuuta’s ears so sharply that there’s nothing he can do but freeze in place, hand on the doorknob, face concealed just behind the crack, his heart beating out of his chest.
You know his name?
After another ten seconds of Yuuta standing behind the crack in the door, panicking over what to say, his face hidden, you and Maki look at each other before laughing out loud.
“Come on, don’t be shy now. We already saw you,” you call out sweetly.
“Come in,” Maki echoes.
Slowly, inch by inch, the door creaks open, revealing Yuuta, his cheeks burning, eyes wide and panicked like prey, frantically darting back and forth between you and Maki. At this point, you’ve pulled yourself off of Maki’s lap, and are sitting next to her at the foot of the bed.
Yuuta clears his throat, trying to form his defense, but the only thing that comes to mind is, “I-I…I didn’t mean to–”
“Come in,” Maki repeats, “Don’t just stand there gawking. Or did you not hear me?”
Yuuta is confused to say the least, but finds himself unable to resist either of your commands. As if his body is being controlled by another mind, he takes two shaky steps forward into the room. His hand lingers on the door, looking between you and Maki questioningly.
“What? Are you waiting for a command?” you raise an eyebrow at him, an amused smile etched across your face. “Shut the door.”
Yuuta nods quickly, pulling the door closed behind him. As the handle clicks shut, Yuuta feels his stomach lurch with anxiety. What has he gotten himself into? Are you guys gonna yell at him? Call him a pervert? He has to explain himself.
“I’m so sorry–” he starts, fists opening and closing at his sides. “I-I just…I was.. I just…”
“You-you-you just…?” Maki raises an eyebrow at him. Yuuta shivers, feeling his stomach flip at her tone.
“Was just…w-walking by…I–I didn’t see anything, really! I-I can just go, and–”
“No? You didn’t see anything? You weren’t standing there for the past few minutes watching us make out?”
Yuuta shakes his head rapidly, at a loss for words.
“So did you get a boner the second you passed the door?” You ask him, still smiling, “or were you just walking around the party with it?”
Yuuta gulps, eyes dropping down to his crotch, feeling his cheeks flush with shame at the noticeable tent in his pants. He had been so caught up in his confusion and anxiety that he didn’t even notice himself getting hard.
“Which one is it?” you ask again, still sounding amused. Yuuta doesn’t think he can lift his gaze to meet yours, and even if he could, he doesn’t know who to look at. So he just continues to stare at the ground, fingers grasping at the sides of his t-shirt, trying to pull it down enough to cover his crotch.
“I-I’m sorry,” he blurts out, before mumbling almost inaudibly, “Please don’t tell everyone.”
Yuuta doesn’t have to specify who everyone is – you both know who he means. The entire class – no, the whole school for that matter – would surely eat up a rumor about Yuuta the creep, peeking into rooms at parties and getting boners from watching popular girls make out.
Yuuta can already feel tears of humiliation pricking in his eyes just from thinking about it. The way people will look at him in the hallway, the whispers from under their breaths. The way he will go from being comfortably invisible to being under constant judgement and scrutiny.
For a minute – a whole, long, dreadful minute – the room is left blanketed in silence; one so suffocating that it draws the tears from Yuuta’s eyes, leaving them running down his hot cheeks in shameful little trails.
“Look at us,” Maki commands him. Yuuta grits his teeth and forces himself to raise his head, lip wobbling with the effort of trying to hold in any audible noises of distress. You and Maki leave Yuuta in suspense for another painful ten seconds before you look at each other, smile, and burst out laughing.
“Oh, you poor thing,” You spring up off the bed, making Yuuta jump like a bunny, before making your way across the room to him and taking his hand in yours. Yuuta feels his stomach flip with excitement again at the warm feeling of your hand in his, and he hardly can process what’s happening as you drag him behind you towards the bed. “Were we too mean to you? Huh?”
“Oh please, we were not. He was the one creeping on us,” Maki reminds you as you push Yuuta down onto the bed, mumbling a quick “sit,” to him.
“Yeah, but look at him, he’s crying,” you coo at him like he’s a cold, wet animal on the side of the street. “I’m sorry, Yuuta, did we make you cry?” you pout at him as you wipe the tears from his face, and Yuuta frantically grasps at the bedding in his hands, stiffening up at your touch. It feels so nice against his face, but he’s still so anxious, and he really can’t tell if you’re messing with him or not. But the way your soft fingers stroke against his skin is rendering his brain completely unable to work out your motive.
“Yeah, but look, he’s still hard. Don’t feel too bad for him,” Maki sneers at him, gesturing to his crotch. Yuuta mentally curses his body for being so out-of-step with his brain right now, and frantically grabs at the hem of his shirt, trying to pull it down.
“Stop that, it’s okay,” you swat his hands away, accidentally brushing against Yuuta’s bulge in the process, and Yuuta jerks, letting out an audible whimper. Your eyes light up as Yuuta clamps a hand over his mouth and you turn to Maki, ecstatically. “Maki, did you hear that?? He’s sensitive!”
“Of course he is, he’s probably never been laid before,” Maki scoffs, crawling closer to Yuuta on the bed before leaning down towards him a bit, her low-cut cowl-neck top putting her cleavage on full display. Yuuta swallows thickly, feeling himself twitch in his pants, and tries to look anywhere else. “Am I right, Yuuta? Are you a virgin?”
Yuuta shakes his head no, cheeks flushing harder, squeezing the fabric of his shirt in his hands. He’s not lying – he technically lost his virginity during his freshman year of college to a girl in his debate club. However, it was a terrible experience. She had expected him to throw her onto the bed and boss her around, have his way with her, and Yuuta had panicked, having no idea what to do or say. He was way too nervous about his performance to enjoy a single second of it. He didn’t even cum – he’s pretty sure she didn’t, either – but he technically isn’t a virgin.
Maki doesn’t seem to believe him, though.
He knows this because she raises a scrutinizing eyebrow at him and says, “I don’t believe you.”
“I-..I’m not, though…” Yuuta stutters.
“Yeah? So you’re experienced, huh? You know how to make a girl feel good?”
Yuuta blushes again, lowering his head, his lip still wobbling from the anxiety.
“Maki, stop it, you’re being too mean. Look at him, he’s gonna cry again! Poor thing,” You place your hand on Yuuta’s thigh, rubbing up and down gently. You intend it as a comforting gesture, but Yuuta’s cock jumps at the contact, and his hands fly to cover his face as he lets out an embarrassing noise.
Yuuta stays hidden behind his hands while you and Maki whisper to each other for a minute. He peeks through his fingers to look at your hand on his thigh – your delicate fingers with your pale pink acrylic nails, rubbing soothing circles into his thigh just inches from his crotch. Yuuta feels a fresh wave of blood rush to his groin at the thought of what your hand would look like higher up, rubbing your thumb over his bulge instead of his leg. Or under his pants – what would your pretty fingers look like wrapped around his cock?
Yuuta whines into his hands at the thought, his hips bucking up against his will, and it snaps you and Maki out of your whisper session. You give one last look at each other before you each take one of his hands, gently peeling them away from his face. Yuuta sniffles, eyes darting nervously between yours and Maki’s.
Maki wears a twisted smile on her face, almost like she’s seen something disgusting, and yet it’s intriguing her nonetheless. Your expression is different but equally disconcerting - like he’s a pet and you’re about to act on your cuteness aggression; like you want to eat him.
You open your mouth, and Yuuta squirms with anxiety, but whatever he expected you to say flies out the window when you ask,
“Do you want to fuck us?”
Yuuta doesn’t fully process that this is really happening - regardless of his eager yes - until you’re pressed flush on his lap, your lips meeting his, grinding against his bulge. Yuuta’s eyes blow wide and he moans into your mouth, his hips bucking up to meet yours. He tries to focus on kissing you back, scared you’re gonna taste his inexperience on your tongue and change your mind, but the pressure against is cock is already rendering him unable to focus.
Yuuta’s lips go slack against yours as he pants desperately into your mouth, his head starting to lull back against the headboard at the feeling.
“Aren’t you gonna kiss me back?” you whisper, smiling against his lips.
“I-I can’t, I–fuck…it’s a lot…S-slow down, please?”
Yuuta lets out a relieved breath as your hips still against his bulge, and Maki laughs out loud.
“Damn, she’s not even doing anything yet. A little grinding and you’re already going dumb? How touch starved are you?”
Yuuta drops his head in embarrassment, mumbling out an apology, and you cup his face in your hands, raising it up so his eyes meet yours. “Heyy, don’t be sad. It’s okay! We can go slow, don’t worry,” you smile at him, pressing a kiss to his nose.
Yuuta feels himself melt under your gaze, never having had someone be this kind or gentle with him – and it’s not just someone, it’s you. He clears his throat, trying to keep himself grounded. “C-can…can we try again?” He looks up at you, big eyes so hopeful, and you have to fight to swallow down your urges for the time being. “...Really wanna kiss you,” he adds softly.
“Of course we can,” you gently tilt his head up and press your lips against his. Now that you’ve stilled yourself against him, Yuuta can actually focus, and god, he didn’t know kissing could feel this good. Your taste is intoxicating – he feels dizzy as you slip your tongue into his mouth, and he grips the sheets again to ground himself.
He jumps when he feels Maki start to slide herself behind him, settling down between him and the headboard with her legs on either side of him, his back pressed against her chest. He tries to remain calm and focus on kissing you, even as he feels Maki’s boobs pressing against his shoulder blades. Maki wraps her hands around him, gently caressing his stomach through his shirt. Yuuta loses his rhythm again, moaning against your mouth, and you pull away.
“No, please-” Yuuta leans forward, chasing after your lips.
“Shhh,” you shush him, pressing a finger to his lips, and Maki pulls him back against her. Yuuta pouts, already missing your taste. “Relax. Be patient.” Your hands fall to the bottom of your shirt, starting to pull it up. Yuuta’s eyes widen and he bites his lip in anticipation - he doesn’t even notice Maki pulling up his own shirt until it reaches his armpits.
“Arms up,” she instructs him, and he listens without thinking, letting her pull his shirt up over his head.
Yuuta feels a slight twinge of embarrassment at being shirtless in front of his two crushes, but it quickly dissolves at the sight in front of him. You’re not wearing a bra, as it would have ruined the look of your backless going-out top, and Yuuta feels himself go dumb at the sight of your chest. He stares like an idiot, looking like he got factory-reset, and all of his data is still uploading into his brain.
“What? Never seen boobs before?” You smile at him, and when he doesn’t respond after a moment, you reach forward to tweak one of his nipples. Yuuta jolts, letting out a whine, but he can’t bring himself to look away.
“No, I-I have,” he mumbles defensively, his cheeks flushing harder.
“Okay, then breathe,” you laugh at him, leaning in to kiss him again.
“...You’re just really pretty,” he mumbles against your lips. “...that’s all.”
You pull away for a second just to meet his eyes, the innocent sincerity behind his compliment making your heart swell in your chest. “Thanks,” you whisper, “so are you.”
“Eugh, so sappy,” Maki glances at Yuuta’s hands, still white-knuckling the bed sheets. “You know you can touch her, right?” she whispers in his ear.
Yuuta just blinks, shivering at her breath against his neck.
“C-can I?” he whispers to you.
“Of course you can, Yuuta,” you smile warmly at him. The way his name rolls off your tongue combined with Maki grabbing his hands and bringing them up to cup your boobs makes his stomach swirl with heat. He squeezes them gently, making you grind against his lap at the feeling.
“Ngh,” Yuuta whines, kneading them more. “S-So soft.”
“They’re nice, huh?” Maki whispers to him. “You’re lucky you get to touch them, you really don’t deserve it.” Her hands settle on Yuuta’s chest, tweaking both of his nipples again. He jolts, squeezing your boobs harder at the intensity. “You should thank her.”
“T-Thank you,” He stutters out against your lips, “thank you.”
“Of course, Yuuta.”
You continue to let him play with your boobs as you kiss him, but you scoot yourself back off of his bulge when you notice Maki’s hands making their way downward.
Yuuta whines in protest at the lack of pressure, bucking his hips up.
“Shhh. Be patient, love,” you remind him, trailing your kisses across his face, down to his jaw, and onto his neck.
Yuuta pants, throwing his head back against Maki’s shoulder.
“Feeling good?” you whisper to him.
“Uh-...uh-huh…” Yuuta nods his head, not trusting himself with words. He bites his lip hard to suppress the loud noise that bubbles up in his throat as Maki’s hands come to play with the button of his pants.
“Is this okay?” you whisper to him between kisses against his sensitive skin, “Can we take off your pants?”
Yuuta feels nervous, especially with the way Maki has been teasing him, but your soft words in his ear are like a spell, and he doesn't think he can do anything to disagree with you. He nods his head like he’s in a trance, imagining the nice things you’ll say to him for listening to you.
“Good boy,” you whisper to him, just as he imagined. Yuuta squeezes his eyes shut, trying to ignore the way he feels like he could cum just from the combination of Maki’s hands pulling him out of his pants and that phrase coming from your mouth if he let himself.
Yuuta lifts his hips a bit so you and Maki can work his pants (and boxers) down his legs, and you gasp, startling him, and making his hands fly to cover his face.
“Yuuta!” He perks up, shifting one finger on his face so his eye can peek out at you. “It’s so pretty!!”
Yuuta whimpers, covering his eye again, feeling himself blush intensely.
“Maki, look! Look how cute!”
Maki leans over his shoulder, grinning. “Yeah, he’s pretty.”
“Look how pink it is! He’s so hard.”
“Look how much he’s leaking,” Maki bites Yuuta’s ear softly. “It’s dripping down the side already. He’s wet like a girl.”
“Awww, so cute,” you resist the urge to run your finger up his shaft, collecting the excessive precum that’s dripping down.
The way the two of you are talking about him to each other as if he’s not there, or rather, like he’s not on the same level as you, makes his brain turn to mush. You’re treating him like a dog, and as humiliating as it is, Yuuta doesn’t think he’s ever been harder in his life.
You lean down and blow against his cock, and Yuuta gasps, tensing his muscles to keep his hips still.
“Awh, he’s so twitchy, too,” you giggle. “You like being praised? Huh, Yuuta?”
Yuuta fights against his humiliation, nodding rapidly, still finding himself unable to resist following any words that come out of your mouth.
“I think he likes being belittled,” Maki comments. “He’s a little perv and he knows it. He’s lucky just to be here.”
“Noo,” you pout, gently rubbing at Yuuta’s tip with one finger, a choked moan ripping itself from his throat as his cock twitches up hard, chasing your retreating hand.
“Nghhh!”
“He’s a good boy, I can tell. Aren’t you, Yuuta?”
“Please,” Yuuta pants, pushing his hips up at you.
“Please what?” you tilt your head at him.
“Please can you t-touch it? It hurts.”
“See, Maki? He knows how to ask nicely,” Your hand forms a ring around his cock, but you don’t touch it, hovering right around his tip. “You want me to touch you, huh, puppy? It hurts?”
“Yes! Please, please–”
“Don’t move,” Maki whispers sharply, as if reading his mind.
Yuuta fights to not buck up into your hand. You’re so close to touching him!
“I don’t know,” you look up at Maki playfully. “What do you think, Maki? Should I?”
Yuuta feels all of his dignity slipping away, his hips trembling. He watches as another drop of precum beads at his tip.
“Please. I’ll do anything. I’ll be so good for you, please, I need it–I–...oh fuck!”
Yuuta’s eyes roll back into his head as you remove your hand completely, dip your head down, and wrap your lips around his cock, instantly taking half of him into your mouth and sucking hard.
“Fuck, fuck, no w-wait...oh my god, I can't–hah–I-ngghh~" Yuuta’s hands fly to the nearest thing, which happens to be Maki’s thighs wrapped around him, and he grips them tightly, his head falling back on her shoulder. He expected your hand – he really doesn't think he can handle this. He doesn’t even try to control his moans, so blown away at the feeling, and Maki chuckles at the intensity of his response as you allow him to gently fuck himself up into your mouth.
“Do you like it, Yuuta?" Maki whispers in his ear.
"Y-yes but I–ahh- s'too good…I-fuck please...s-slow down!”
You don't listen to him, instead sinking your head lower, taking him all the way into your mouth until his tip hits the back of your throat. Yuuta's pupils blow wide as he feels his stomach start to tighten.
“Shit, I can’t…wait–fuck–” Yuuta tries to squirm away from your mouth, but Maki throws her legs over his, pinning them down. He squeezes his eyes shut, forcing himself to take deep breaths.
“Please, I-I really can’t...m’gonna cum already–”
“You better not cum yet, it’s been ten seconds. Look at her.” Maki bites into Yuuta's neck and he shivers, feeling himself teeter closer to the edge.
He shakes his head, his eyes blurring with tears.
“Hnngh…c-can’t…”
“I thought you were gonna be good for us?” Maki bites down harder and Yuuta wails, squirming in place, but having nowhere to go to escape the onslaught of sensations. He blinks away his tears and glances down at you. At your beautiful face that he’s stared at so many times – probably jerked off to even more times –, at your delicate lips stretched around his thick cock, almost as pink as the gloss you’re wearing at this point, at the way your pretty hands rest on his thighs, gently rubbing at his skin. It’s so lewd. Yuuta moans in disbelief, stuttering out your name as he snaps his head away, feeling his balls tighten.
“Fuck. I can’t, I really c-can’t. G-Gonna cum. Ahhh-please–”
“Look at her,” Maki snarls.
“I can’t!” Yuuta buries his head in her arm, tears streaming down his face. “I can’t, I’m really gonna cum!”
“Don’t you dare. It’s been twenty seconds.”
“I-I can’t help it! I can't!” Yuuta looks down at you, trying to think of anything to stop himself from cumming. But as soon as your eyes shoot up to meet his, he knows he’s fucked. The glint in them is so knowing – like Maki’s words are telling him one thing, but your eyes are telling him another, and he really can’t help it anymore.
Yuuta lets out a pathetic cry as he cums down your throat, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. The shame of cumming so soon fights for control of his mind against the overwhelming pleasure he’s feeling. “Fuuuckk…aahhh-…m’sorry…I’m so s-sorry, ohmygod–ngggh…”
You let him rock his hips up into your mouth as he rides out his orgasm, knowing he really has no control over it, letting his hot cum pool in your mouth, holding it there. After a minute, you pull off, keeping your mouth shut, and give Maki a knowing look, which goes completely over Yuuta’s head.
Yuuta pants, the realization of what happened setting in, and quickly glances at you as you inch closer to him, his stomach flipping with anxiety. “I-I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean t--mmfffhh–” Yuuta’s cut off as Maki grabs his face, squeezing his cheeks as she tilts his head up.
“Open.”
Regardless of his confusion, Yuuta opens his mouth without protest, whining at Maki’s almost painful grip on his jaw.
You lower yourself towards his face, and for a moment, Yuuta thinks you’re going to kiss him. But then you smirk before opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue, letting Yuuta’s cum drip out of your mouth and straight into his own.
“Nggh-” Yuuta squirms against Maki, but the way she’s pressing on his jaw keeps it open.
“Shhh. Take it. This is what you get for not listening.”
Yuuta sobs in defeat, keeping his tongue out for you as the rest of his cum drips into his mouth. You smile at him sweetly when you're finished, planting a kiss on his forehead, which makes his stomach swirl with warmth.
“Swallow,” you whisper to him. Yuuta wonders if you’re actually a witch, because his body listens to you well before his brain has time to process it.
His face scrunches at the unfamiliar taste, unsure how he feels about it, but as soon as he sees your own face light up, he knows it was worth it.
“Good boy, Yuuta!” You scratch at his head as Maki releases his jaw, and Yuuta lets out a relieved breath, nuzzling his head into your hand.
You press a kiss to his lips and Yuuta melts into it, whining into your mouth. He draws in a shaky breath as you pull away, looking down at his hands. “M'sorry for cumming so soon…”
You were honestly planning on teasing him more, but seeing his face, the tears brimming in his big, sad puppy eyes, you can’t resist comforting him.
“Awwh, it’s okay, love. I know, that was a lot.” You bring your hand to his face, gently rubbing at his cheek, assuming he’s done for the night. You’re a little disappointed, but it was your fault, after all. He did warn you he was gonna cum – many times.
To your surprise, though, Yuuta turns his head and licks your palm.
“C-Can we go again?” he breathes, looking up at you with hooded eyes.
You ignore Maki’s snort of laughter.
“You wanna go again, puppy?” You smile at him, wiping at one of the tears that still hadn’t dried on his cheek. “Are you sure you don’t need a break?”
Yuuta shakes his head rapidly. “No, I can do it! Please. W-wanna go again.”
Yuuta grabs your free hand, feeling a bit bold, and brings it down to his cock, which is already hard again. He shudders as soon as you make contact with it, whining at you, and with the look of pure desperation on his face, you realize you couldn’t say no to him even if you wanted to.
“Fuck,” you mutter, stroking him lazily, his head falling forward onto your shoulder at the pleasure.
“Please,” he whines in your ear, “Gonna last longer this time. Promise~”
It’s only a matter of minutes until you have Yuuta on his back, both you and Maki stripped naked.
Yuuta had begged both of you to let him help you, but you had refused, forcing him to watch as you slowly stripped each other.
Yuuta has been lazily stroking his cock for the past few minutes now, watching with hearts in his eyes as the two of you undress, taking your time, kissing each other all over, putting on a show for him.
Finally, the two of you pull away from each other and look at him with a smile.
“You wanna keep touching yourself, or do you wanna fuck us?”
Yuuta rips his hand off his cock so fast, as if he thought he could hide what he was doing, bolting upright from his relaxed position against the pillows.
“Please. Please, I’m so ready I-...I’m so hard for you.”
“I can see that,” Maki chuckles at him, slowly crawling into his lap. She stops for a moment, pressing herself against him, breathing out a moan as her clit brushes against his cock. She drops her forehead against Yuuta’s, smirking at him as she rolls her hips again. Yuuta gasps loudly at the contact, practically drooling as he ruts up against Maki’s pussy. His eyes light up hearing her moan again, the thought of him making one of you feel good instead of just the other way around getting him more worked up than he thought was possible.
“Y-You’re so pretty,” he stutters out, fighting to keep his eyes from fluttering shut as she rubs him through her folds, spreading her wetness on his cock.
“I know,” she grins at him, leaning forward to bite at his bottom lip. Yuuta whines loudly, his cock twitching hard.
“Please. P-Please, Maki–I need it,” He dumbly ruts his cock up against her, waiting for her to slip him inside, but to his dismay, she simply chuckles again, pushing on his chest until he’s laying down closer to flat, propped up on the two pillows you had slipped behind him without him noticing.
“Relax. Lay down.” Yuuta’s eyes dart down to her eagerly as she crawls up his chest, approaching his head.
“Gonna sit on your face, puppy. You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”
Yuuta’s eyes light up, feeling himself salivate.
“Oh god. Please. Please, I want it so bad, Maki, I–ngggh~” Yuuta’s desperate pleading is cut off with a moan as you rub yourself against his cock, having climbed into his lap in Maki’s place, and Yuuta breathlessly whines out your name. “Oh my god, I–please…”
At this point, Maki turns herself around so she’s hovering over Yuuta’s face, facing you. Yuuta looks up at Maki – her gorgeous thighs spread around his head, her beautiful pussy just half a foot above his face, visibly glistening with slick –, he looks down at you – straddling him, full body on display, slowly rolling your hips against his bare cock, your wetness mixing with the precum that’s been steadily dripping down his cock, your hands gently caressing his stomach – and he squeezes his eyes shut, willing himself not to cum right then and there. This is probably the only time in his life that this is going to happen to him – he can not fuck it up again.
Maki dips her pussy down towards his lips, just enough for him to plant a desperate kiss on her clit, before she raises them up again, giggling.
“Please,” Yuuta breathes out, heat surging through his stomach.
You line yourself up with him, pushing just the very tip inside, just enough to clench around him a bit, before pulling him out.
“Fuck, fuck– please!” Yuuta feels his eyes blur with tears again, reaching his breaking point.
"Please what, Yuuta? You wanna fuck us?" You goad him as he nods rapidly. "Which one of us?"
"Both! N-Need you both," He pants.
"So greedy," Maki leers at him.
“Please, I’ll do anything. If you don’t fuck me, I-I’m gonna die–mpppfhhh~”
Before he can even process it, you sink yourself fully onto his cock, right as Maki lowers herself onto his face. Yuuta can’t do anything but moan helplessly into her pussy, his hips bucking up into yours.
“Fuuck~” You and Maki moan out at the same time, falling forward onto each other.
“Yuuta, you feel so fucking good,” you praise him as you roll your hips, grinding yourself deeper on his cock. “You fit so perfectly. Feel how wet I am for you?”
Yuuta whines against Maki’s folds, hands flying up to desperately grip at the backs of her thighs. Your praise goes straight to his head, and he cries more tears of pleasure, utterly overwhelmed at everything going on. Maki’s pussy in his face, yours wrapped around his cock – he briefly wonders if he died on the way to the party tonight, and was now in heaven.
The pleasure is so overwhelming that it’s hard to think – much less to eat pussy – but he forces himself to concentrate, desperately needing to please.
He pulls his head back slightly, kitten licking at Maki’s clit before he presses his lips to it softly, kissing it twice before latching onto it and swirling his tongue. His constant moans as you bounce yourself on his dick are vibrating against Maki’s core, making her eyes flutter shut.
“Oh fuck, Yuuta,” she moans against your mouth as you capture her lips in a heated kiss. “Who–ahhh…who trained you this good, puppy?”
Yuuta pulls back for a second, panting, his mouth a mess, his eyes completely glazed over with lust. Every time he opens his mouth, another moan is forced out of it. “N-No one…nnnnhh….” he whines loudly, licking a lewd stripe down Maki’s pussy, lapping up the wetness from between her folds. “J–hah–j-jus’ really wanna make you feel good…”
“Aww, see Maki?” your hands come up to cup her boobs, the way they’re bouncing in front of you as she rocks herself against Yuuta’s mouth putting you in a trance. “T-Told you he was a good boy.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Maki grinds herself harder against Yuuta’s face, leaning in to kiss you again.
The whole scene is a lot, even for you. Maki moaning into your mouth, the view of her arched over Yuuta’s face, the way he’s whining against her, helplessly rocking his hips up to meet you, combined with the way his cock fills you up so good, noticeably twitching inside you – you feel yourself getting close a lot faster than expected.
You slow your bouncing, opting to grind on his dick instead, sunk all the way down, leaning far enough forward to rub your clit against him.
“Fuck, Yuuta. Gonna make me cum soon,” you moan out, clenching around him.
Yuuta feels himself go dizzy at the way you clamp around him, his mouth disconnecting from Maki’s pussy as he lets out a long, breathy moan, his eyes starting to roll back into his head.
“Oh god… yes… please, w-wanna make you cum so bad…haaah…I-I’m close too, f-feels so good…”
“Keep using your mouth how you’re supposed to or I’ll stop,” you lie, grinning against Maki’s mouth, “if you cum before Maki does, this is never happening to you again.”
Fueled by the novel idea of the chance of this happening again, Yuuta squeezes his eyes shut, whining out through gritted teeth, feeling the knot in his stomach start to tighten. “Oh fuck, m’trying…s’hard to focus, I–ngghh…m-might cum again…ffuuck…”
“Just stick out your tongue, then." Maki rolls her eyes at his helplessness. "Dumb puppy.”
Yuuta nods eagerly at this, obediently sticking out his tongue, and Maki drops her weight onto his face, grinding herself down while Yuuta lays there dumbly, letting her fully ride his face.
Yuuta feels his brain going fuzzy as his cock starts to twitch harder, heat pooling stronger in his tummy. He doesn’t know what to do – it’s all too much for him – so he lays there like a good boy with his tongue out, letting the two of you use him to get off.
Yuuta really is lucky tonight. Because just as he’s starting to realize that he can’t hold it in any longer, he feels Maki’s thighs clamp around his head as she starts to tremble, only a few seconds before he feels you clench around his cock, grinding yourself harder against him.
“Oh fuck–I’m cumming,” Maki grips your arms, dropping her head against your shoulder.
“Me t-too–oh my god–” you grip her just as hard, tensing up around Yuuta’s cock as you finally feel the knot in your stomach snap. You and Maki moan into each others’ necks as you ride out your orgasms on Yuuta, panting heavily.
With the way you’re clenching around his cock, and the way Maki’s pussy is twitching against his mouth, Yuuta doesn’t stand a chance.
He can’t even warn you as he’s thrown into the most intense orgasm of his life; toes curling, eyes fully rolling back into his head as he paints your walls white, his hips rocking up into you desperately as he rides out his high. All he can do is cry at the pleasure, moaning out in between sobs, his tongue still out and completely covered in Maki.
A good minute or two passes before any of you move. It takes Yuuta tapping frantically at Maki’s thigh, realizing that he really can’t breathe all that well, for Maki to lift herself off of him with a breathless laugh.
Yuuta gasps for air, whining out and tensing up as you slowly slide yourself off of his cock, the oversensitivity finally kicking in.
He pushes himself up on his elbows, looking utterly stupefied. Glancing back and forth dumbly between the two of you as if the act of doing so was gonna make the right words appear in his head.
He’s still panting heavily, mouth drenched with spit and cum, his cock weeping against his stomach and in no better shape. His thighs are shaking from the intensity of his orgasm, and he watches as you and Maki sit yourselves down in front of him, Maki leaning her head against your shoulder as you both catch your breath.
Yuuta swallows the lump in his throat, drawing in a deep, shaky breath before he mutters, “T-Thank you~”
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cw: inspection kink (my beloved), crossdressing, biting, feminization sorta??, objectification (treating him like a toy), humiliation, slight dacryphilia (as always), no insertion (only teasing), AFAB reader!!
a/n: you could stare at yuuta all day. super mega ooc el oh el, first time writing for yuuta LET'S GAUR, very much self insert bc I desire him so carnally... so chubby reader w giant tits yes yes, no beta we die like rika, 2.5k words
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"oh my... you like that sort of thing, yuuta?"
standing in the doorway and staring into your room, you let your gaze drift up and down your boyfriend letting it linger on the short skirt that he very clearly stole from your closet. it very much suits him, hugging him in all the right places, you almost feel jealous of a piece of clothing hanging from your boyfriends hips.
yuuta meanwhile felt the humiliation burn in the pit of his stomach, churning it's way up to his heart and engulfing his entire body. stammering and slowly taking a few steps back he tries to blurt out an explanation, a reason, a lie or at least anything. he feels the room sway with each step he takes, heart thumping so loudly he can't hear properly.
he himself can't make out any words from the flustered onslaught of ums and uuuhs and whatever his mouth tries to do. his entire face is on fire and his tongue feels thick, taking up too much space in his mouth.
when your intense, almost unreadable gaze shoots up and stares directly into his eyes, his knees get wobbly and he feels like crying. you must think he's a real pervert. he averts his gaze in shame, accepting any insults you'd hurl at him. his eyes close when you take a few steps towards him, anticipating the worst.
what he doesn't expect, is when your gentle touch reaches his hips and gently guides him towards your bed. his eyes widen in shock and suprise as he sees your flushed face. wait... your flushed face?
when you finally make him sit on your bed, leaning on your hands next to his hips, only then does he notice the way your breathing quickened, shallow breathing the only thing that can be heard in the room. besides the loud pounding of yuuta's heart in his chest, threatening to burst out of it soon. he tries to take a closer look at your face, leaning his head to the side and leaning over.
feeling the shift, you turn quickly and hurry over to your closet. yuuta can only guess what you're looking for while your back blocks the view. his gaze automatically drops down to your ass, slightly jiggling from your frantic movements, bending down to grab something from the lower shelves.
he quickly snaps his gaze away when you suddenly turn and he's met with a your crotch. ashamed to have done such a perverted thing, he stares at the window. not even looking out. when you call his name gently, only then does he break away and look up finding a excited and giddy look on your face. you have a few pieces of clothing in your hands but quickly set them down beside him.
"y/n... aren't you.... mad at me?" he can't stop the question plaguing his mind.
you move your hands from the pile of clothes up to his shoulders, pulling him into you. his head rests on the warmth of your chubby tummy and he feels safe. even more so when you press him further into you for a second and move your hands to his head, petting his soft hair gently.
"baby... why would I be? you won't stretch my clothes, I'm big enough already hehe. and... everyone has their preferences, no?"
you tilt his face up gently, pressing a kiss on each closed eye before continuing.
"so... I want to try something. if at anytime you feel uncomfortable or want to stop you say the word, okay?" you look into each eye, making your point clear. he nods gently, curiosity twinkling in his eyes.
you push him back slightly, leaning down and grabbing onto the hem of his black shirt, he lifts his arms obediently and you gently pull the shirt over him, exposing his body to you. admiring him for a second you stare down at your still flustered boyfriend, now only in a skirt. god he's so pretty.
"so I'm gonna help you put these on, okay?" you pick up the bra and crop top that you retrieved from your closet. yuuta sheepishly looks between the two items of clothing, nodding his head.
you climb into the bed behind him and make yuuta slip into your bra. it's cups are obviously too big for him but you can't deny the way that that makes it even hotter. you want nothing more than to reach around, cup the bra and make fun of him for not being able to fill it properly. you bite your tongue and save it for later. you continue and help him put the crop top on, pulling it over the empty bra and smoothing it down on his lean body. satisfied, you climb back onto the floor, walking around and facing your still flustered boyfriend. how adorable.
"yuuta, you look so pretty. aren't you my beautiful girlfriend?" you test out the water with the simple question and watch out for any sign of discomfort.
his eyes widen for a second and soon his ears turn an even deeper shade of red. "I... I am your pretty girlfriend..."
on the inside you are kicking your feet, punching the air and giggling like crazy, but on the outside you give a soft smile and cradle his face in your hands, peppering gentle kisses all over his face. feeling the hot skin against your lips does nothing but fuel the fire in your heart.
pushing on his shoulder you make him lie on his back. he lets out a big sigh when he hits the soft blanket, probably exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster from before. while he collects his thoughts you grab a chair and bring it to the edge of the bed, in between his legs and take a seat.
yuuta looks down and tries to figure out what you'll do next to him. he hopes you can’t see the erection forming under the skirt already. you obviously can, but decide to keep quiet as you admire your boyfriend.
the way his thighs move, his supple skin going to the material of the skirt (with a cute dickprint in them), up to his cute exposed tummy, up the empty bust and to his cute flushed face peeking up behind the bra. your eyes squint slightly in amusement before redoing the whole ordeal but downwards.
only after yuuta starts squirming nervously under your intense gaze is when you reach a hand out and with a featherlight touch, graze the back of your palm against his inner thighs. yuuta lets out a cute suprised squeak. you move your hand higher and gently touch the fabric of the skirt in between your fingertips. yuuta almost feels the warmth of your hand near his dick and it's making his head spin.
you're so close but you're so far away. he feels an inner turmoil brew in him. he really wants to reach out, grab your hand and place them everywhere on his body. he can’t even decide on where he needs your touch the most. probaly his semi hard-on. yes, definitely his dick that's now throbbing under the soft fabric of the stolen garment.
you get up from your chair, leaning over the trembling body underneath you. almost as if he's a toy you press your fingertips into the soft fat of his tummy, coaxing a cute sound from him. you move your fingertips from right next to his bellybutton to closer to his left ribs, pressing down again, observing the way his body lifts and moves with each breath.
leaning your head down you lick an experimental stripe up his tummy. feeling the texture of his soft skin under the roughness of your tongue. his tummy moves away when he sharply gasps. how cute. you lean further up, making yuuta lift his arms above his head and grab onto the blanket underneath his hands. his underarms exposed you pinch the skin gently, lifting it a little and watching how long it stretches, which isn't a lot. grabbing a handful of his underarm you bunch it up and bring your mouth closer, casting a glance at yuuta's flustered and confused face. you send him a wink before opening your mouth, baring your tweeth like a predator and sinking your teeth into his underarm.
the cutest yelp escaped yuuta's mouth, followed by squirming underneath you, so much so that he nearly yanked the skin out of your mouth. pressing an apologetic kiss to the bitemark you climb off of him. standing in front of the bed you put your hands on his hips.
"will you turn around for me, angel?"
yuuta loves the sweet tone you take with him during these intimate moments. making his heart beat faster and ease his nerves a little. if you keep whispering sweet praises into his ear he might just agree to anything you want to do.
helping your boyfriend turn around, you make sure he's standing securely on his own legs before leaning over his frame, reaching around you grab onto the still empty bra. you let out a sad sigh before teasingly asking:
"still haven't grown any breasts huh? what a shame..."
"y/n wh-what are you-" yuuta's eyes are locked onto your grabby hands, pressing the bra down onto his pecs.
"it's okay, I love my beautiful girl no matter what."
you snuggle into his back and he can't focus between your boobs pressing into his back and the way your fingers slide into the cups, rubbing his sensitive nipples. adding the possessive pet name doesn't help his situation at all.
when you've had enough you lean back up, and instead sit down on the chair again. his cute skirt-clad butt perked up right in front of you. you admire his trembling form before reaching out and tracing your fingertips along the back of his thighs and getting a cute shuddering breath from him. you almost lean down with the intention of leaving more bites but stop yourself, slowly growing impatient.
yuuta silently curses himself for wearing the skirt, and you for making him wear your bra, they are both obstructing the view to you. he wants to know what you'll do next, what expression could be on your face right now? were you giving him a soft, gentle and loving smile? maybe eyes widened going crazy over your boyfriend? the thought of it flatters him so much his dick twitches, which you take notice of.
flipping up the back of his skirt your drag down his underwear to his knees, making him stand further apart so that they'll stay there.
"if your underwear falls to the floor you'll get punished, okay?" your taunting voice fills the room and makes it's way into yuuta's head.
"okay..."
you lean closer to his exposed bottom, blowing air on it softly watching the way his cute butt clenches around nothing. god he's so adorable you could just eat him up. you tap his swollen balls slightly, getting another embarrassed whine from yuuta.
yuuta really feels incredibly embarrassed in this position, tears welling up in his eyes. everything is exposed to you and you're so close, just observing him like a test subject. he bites his lower lip, trying to keep the noises at bay. he fails miserably when a cold gooey liquid falls onto his asshole, dribbling down onto his balls where you suddenly cup his balls, massaging them in your hand. yuuta nearly shifts his legs closer, before remembering your rule and with a cute moan he quickly tries to correct his posture, shaky legs apart, underwear still at his knees.
with each squeeze and movement of your hand his composure slowly crumbles, slowly but surely surrendering to the pleasure, face slowly nuzzling into the blanket while his hips squirm so cutely.
he doesn't even realize that his knees knocked closer, underwear falling to the floor while he cums against the inside of your skirt in long spurts, orgasm prolonged by your teasing.
sly smile adorns your face while you get up, removing your pants aswell as your underwear, bunching them up in one hand you get up to your shaky legged boyfriend, still twitching every now and then. still going through the aftershocks of his intense orgasm. you tap the side of his mouth and he obediently opens after a second of giving you an exhausted glance.
flipping him onto his back, you climb up and get situated. looking at the messed up man underneath you sends a sadistic shiver down your spine and makes your tummy tingle. lifting up the skirt you reach the other hand down, collecting the slick in your pussy and bringing it up between your folds up to your clit, circling the sensitive bud. yuuta lazily lifts his head and his eyes widen when he realizes what you're doing. before he can open his mouth you shush him.
"you remember your safe gesture?"
he waits a second before nodding nervously. you only reply with a quick "good" before grabbing his already softening dick, laying it on his tummy and bringing down your folds. gliding across with ease you push the croptop up, pull the cups of the bra down and pinch his nipples in between your fingers. the overstimulation on his dick plus having his sensitive nipples tugged at dragged some heavenly moans out ouf him, shuddering breaths he's trying to keep in. all muffled by your panties.
his chest is heaving up and down with each deep breath he takes, eyes slowly rolling up into his head as he squirms around, hands seeking out your hips. squeezing your hips desperately and trying to rut up into you but also getting you to slow down. you giggle at his indecisiveness during the times he gets so drunk on pleasure. you tap his hands while still grinding down on him and he opens an eye and then softens his grip. you take his hands and bring them into your shirt past your rolls and onto your boobs, making him squeeze them gently while you remove your hands and rub his forearms gently.
"come on yuuta, give me one more won't you?" you squeeze his arms and grind yourself harder into him, moaning louder on purpose to rile him up faster. "give me one more orgasm. I know you can! hnng come on, grind yourself into me more."
yuuta can't think, sensations becoming too much, the squishy fat of your boobs bouncing underneath his hands, the way your slick pussy is gliding on the underside of his sensitive dick, the panties in this mouth and he's still wearing that damn skirt.
he cums again, head thrown back, hips twitching so much as the second wave washes over him, sweat running down into his sideburns. he feels you clench and throb above him aswell, further making his head spin.
it doesn't take long before he's come back to, lifting his head in confusion. but before he can fully do so, your hand wraps around his throat and pushes him back into the bed.
"who said we were done, baby? you owe me more for losing our little game, no?"
you lean down and press a kiss to his cheek, slowly dragging out the panties of his mouth so he could speak. he just cast his loving gaze into your eyes and nods, immediately accepting the panties back into his mouth.
