#sub yuuta

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It doesn’t take long for Yuuta to immediately feel so squirmy.Feeling his walls hugging you so tightly and their softness guiding you inside of his drenched pussy.The moans soon turning into squeals and squeals soon enough into screams.Choked out whimpers and whines when feeling how deep inside you were pressing up against.His whole body burning and pretty pale skin already flushed red.

He’s sobbing out for you to slow down, he can’t handle how you stretch him from your size.Soon enough his watery eyes try and blink away the tears that’s blocking his view.Landing on your amused smile which makes him twitch, lip trembling from the sight of you not even feeling the least bit bad for his poor pussy.Your mouth soon latches onto his perky nipples.One of your hands pinching lightly as you keep focus on the other, being sucked and licked.If it was even possible you felt him get even wetter, leaking around your cock and squeezing so lovingly.

Yuuta can’t help but to remember why he was even being stuffed so lovingly today even more than ever.Thinking back to all those times he had neglected you because Rika had interrupted the both of you.The curse would notice immediately when you’d be around, going out of its way to immediately sob out and cry for Yuuta to pay attention to her and not you.At first you couldn’t really do anything about it since Yuuta had said it would pass.But when it happened so much that both of you basically couldn’t be left alone.It had started to annoy you.

Now you’d just make a mess out of Yuuta that he couldn’t deny you anymore.Which was exactly what was happening now.How could he push you away and tell you no when you were deep in his womb, ready to just release inside of him.His hands are pressed against the bed above his head.While he tries to the best he could to squirm to an angle where he can’t feel it so much, but it ends up just being useless when you follow his hips where they move.Yuuta pleads with you as he’s being pounded dumb into the mattress.Screaming out how you’re so big, growing even more stupider by telling you how he can feel you in his stomach.

“I-I’m sorry! I d-Didn’t! I-I would never!! P-please.” Yuuta almost cried out when feeling how you throbbed inside of him.Throwing his head back and legs wrapping around you in an attempt to ground himself.You didn’t even know what he was even going on about but that just made you grin knowing he was too dumb to think. “It’s Okay Yuuta….don’t you wanna make me feel good? I know you can take it yeah?” Letting out the smallest hiccups he whined and shook his head…the nice tone of your voice getting to him and making him try and gargle a response.

“No one can bother us here, we can do whatever we want..without anyone to interpret us.” That just made Yuuta twitch and bite into his lip nervously.Turning his head away from you to gasp out.That just sounded like a threat from you.A place where no one can bother the both of you or stop you from doing whatever you wanted with his body…Feeling his cunt pulse and hips roll against you.Breathing out heavily while taking your lips against his own.

Your teeth nibbling against his bottom lip, tongue poking out to teasingly lick at where you bit.You laugh against him and raise yourself from his trembling body.Looking at how messy he looks, how pretty you turned him from just a few whispers and praises.Now that annoying curse of his wouldn’t bother you anymore here.

“It will be fun. C’mon, just trust me!” You tease, pressing kisses along Yuuta’s neck while he sighs. You sit behind him, hands resting on his stomach while you continue to pepper kisses along his neck. One of his weaker points. 

He lets out a shaky breath and then whines gently. “I don’t know…I-It sounds kinda scary.”

“Aw, scary? C’mon, my big, strong, sorcerer boyfriend isn’t afraid of anything,” You quip, teeth grazing his pale skin when you smile into his back.

 Your hands begin to roam up and down his body, and he gulps but doesn’t stop you. He does let out a noise of complaint about your choice of words though. “Yknow that isn’t true,” He mumbles out, pouting slightly. 

You pinch his nipples, and he lets out a high-pitched squeal before turning to you with a half-hearted glare. “Sorry, they are too cute.”

He sighs, slumping against your chest and closing his eyes. “You're the worst.”

“Aw, you don’t mean that. You love me.”

He glances at you before rolling his eyes and nodding softly. Yeah, he did, even with all your teasing.

“Yuutaaaaa,” You purr, getting back to the main point. “Let’s do it.”

He hums, nodding for you to continue to try to convince him. He was still unsure and slightly nervous at the thought.

“You will look so cute. Haven’t you always wanted to cum like a girl? To have every ounce of cum milked out of you,” You bite his ear, earning a whole body shiver from the boy. “Forced out of you. Till you’re shooting blanks.”

That immmediately perks him up, and he cranes his head backward to look up at you with a sheepish grin. He already feels himself growing hard. 

“F-Forced?”

You grin.

“No more! No more! Please!” He screeches, tears and drool coating his face and falling onto the sheets below him. He was heaving, and he feels like every inch of his body was covered in cum. His thighs and stomach were so sticky, and he was unbelievably sweaty.

Shaky legs try to crawl forward, away from your tortuous hands, but he ultimately fails. You use one arm to grab him by the waist and pull him back. “Where do you think you are going?”

He lets out a pathetic “Noooo!” as his fingers drag along the sheets back toward you. His thighs shake as he tries to hold his body up, and he buries his face into a pillow. 

You hum to yourself, sitting cross-legged and fully clothed, contrasting your lover’s naked body. His knees straddle your legs, giving you a perfect sight of his ass and easier access to pull him back whenever he tries to crawl away.

His thighs, stomach, balls, and even your hand were coated with his cum, and is beginning to dry up from how long its been. But nevertheless, your hands continue to work at his cock, pulling it slightly downward so that it hangs between his open legs. 

Yuuta lets out a choking noise, a mix between a gargle and a yelp, and suddenly he is cumming again. He doesn’t say anything as his orgasm comes crashing upon him again, but you weren’t surprised – he went borderline nonverbal after the third one. 

His chest rises and falls with his rapid breathing, and you watch his whole body tense up. His tears stain the pillow, and his mouth hangs open in a silent scream. The only thing that showed that he was in pleasure was the way his nails dug into the sheets as if he wanted to tear them apart from how intense the sensation was.

You frown through it all, and watch two globs of cum slide down your finger. His legs give out, and he begins to slump on the bed, but you are quick to grab him and hold his waist up with your arm. “Am I–Did I? Are we d-done?” He stutters, his voice raw from his previous screams and cries. You hear him sniffle and watch the way a shaky arm rubs at his nose.

You lightly slap his thigh. “Nope. Almost there, Yuuta! The next one will definitely be dry. Think I got the last couple of drops,” You say, pointing to his cum staining your hand. 

He looks up at you with wide, fearful eyes and starts squirming in your hold. “No! I can’t go anymore. A-And you said that the last couple of times!” He screeches, legs kicking out like a toddler throwing a tantrum, trying desperately to run away from your hold.

Your hands remain on his waist, and you move your body aside so that he doesn’t accidentally kick you with his frantic, panicked movements. His dick was raw at this point, and every muscle was trembling. He couldn’t go again – he was exhausted, completely pushed to his limits.

“Hey, hey, hey. Relax. This time I'm really sure! How many times have you ejaculated?” 

He pauses for a moment, gulping as he thinks back to the previous events. “I think after that…Five times?”

You giggle at him, and the sound makes him tense up. Whenever he is put in these positions, and you laugh, it never is a good sign for him. “Woah, Yuuta, you really have a lot of cum stored up. I’ve heard that most men go dry after their third one…Don’t tell me your pent up?” You babble, passing time to hopefully let his body rest for a moment. Overstimulating him would probably kill the dark-haired boy. 

He sniffles again, and then furrows his eyes and turns back toward you. “Im not, though. Came two days ago, remember?”

You think back to the night and chuckle fondly. “Yeah, I guess your right. Guess my lovely boyfriend just has breeder balls.” You laugh at yourself from the ridiculous word.

His mouth hangs open at your crude words, and he turns a bright shade of pink. Immediately, he tries to scramble out of your hold again, but you just laugh at his flustered noises. “Why would you say something like that? So embarrassing…And no, I don’t,” Your boyfriend complains, shaking his head back and forth to execute his point.

You hum to yourself, content that he has finally calmed down again, at least enough to put up and actively respond to your teasing words. 

“Bet you could get any girl pregnant,” You continue to coax, mind drifting off from your words to return to your original motive. You begin to situate yourself again, hands moving back to the task at hand. 

“Stop it, please! It’s so,” He groans into the pillow, unaware that you have begun to stand up. “I don’t know! Just sto–” Suddenly, his head is being forced into the pillow, and your hand is back onto his cock. Your movements are rough and fast, and his whole body seems to short-circuit.

Yuutas eyes widen as he feels the back of your hand pin his head into the pillow, and he feels your hands wrap around his dick again. He doesn’t even have time to react, except for a surprised yelp. By the time his brain catches up to the sensation, you have already palmed him four times now, and he is so sensitive. “W-Wait!” He begs, tears resurfacing. 

The sound of your hand wrapping around his red cock is lewd. Loud squelching sounds fill the room, and he knows that the wetness is from his previous cum. It makes your head spin, and Yuuta wants to die from embarrassment. 

Your hand finally lets go of his neck, and he pulls away immediately, gasping out for air. His back arches, and he begins his clawing at the bedsheets again. “F-Fuck,” Your lover whimpers, tears free streaming again. 

His cock feels raw by now. Five orgasms in a row was an insane amount to him. The farthest he had gone before this was three, before he was forced to call it quits, or else risking him passing out. Right now, his mind seemed to be melting from the harsh feeling. 

You have to support his body still by hoisting his hips upward. His forehead touches the sheets, and his bangs cover his face as he looks downward. It was almost disappointing that you couldn’t see his pretty expressions, but from what you could see by his sporadic movements, Yuuta was crumbling. 

It hurt. Your hands were too rough. The pace was too intense. He can’t think anymore. His mouth hangs open, and his tongue threatens to loll out. All he can hear is your hands and his cum, and honestly, although he hates to admit it, it was spurring him closer to his orgasm.

Just one more. He can do that. He can cum one more time. Everything in him pleads for it to be dry, because he may seriously die if he has to go a seventh round. 

So, with everything in him, he begins to grind into your hand, trying to coax his orgasm to come quicker. He lets out a silent scream, and he furrows his eyes shut but doesn’t stop fucking back into your hand. 

You watch with amusement at the trembling boy’s movements. He was trying his best, and it was honestly quite cute. Just for him, you pick up the pace of your hand movements. 

The reaction to it is immediate – the muscular body curls over on itself as he heaves. You bring him closer to you, now using both hands to jack him off, hoping he doesn’t collapse just for a couple more seconds.

Yuuta’s eyes roll back, and he can faintly hear your encouragements. “C’mon, love. Just one more. Cum for me one more time.” 

He bites onto the pillow and nods his head, unable to give you a reply. He can feel his orgasm approaching, and frankly, it scared him. It was going to be a strong one, he could tell, and he was unsure if his body was able to take it. He was already shaking at this point, could his muscles really constrict one more time? He could barely hold himself up.

He doesn’t have time to dwell on it, because his orgasm hits him out of the blue. For the first time since his second orgasm, Yuuta screams into the pillow. His thighs come squeezing together, and his fingers dig into anything they can grab. Tears continue to rush down his face, and he tries his best to breathe.

His knees come forward, and accidentally, he raises his hips higher into the air, creating a pretty arch in his back. You watch, mesmerized by the show, and then glance at his cock.

Not a single drop of cum is let out. You grin, and rub his thighs, coaxing him through it all, proud of him.

He slumps against the bed and this time you let him. Then, he very slowly turns to you, eyes cloudy. “I–I?” He tries, brain not catching up with him.

“Yep, good job. Came dry. I’m so proud of you.”

He gives you a lazy, but satisfied grin, nodding slightly. You crawl over to him, sitting down next to his head. He places his near-limp hand on your knee, and you hold onto it. “Guess…Guess I–No breeder balls for me,” He mumbles in full seriousness, as if he is proud of the fact.

You have to cover your mouth to refrain from laughing too loud. You place your head over his eyes, shutting them for him. “Guess not. Sleep, Yuuta.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know.” He falls asleep not even a minute later. You don’t blame him.

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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

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over the summer, you, yuuji, maki, and yuuta got assigned to go on a special trip with nanami to sendai. there had been an inexplicable surge in the number of curses appearing, too many for the handful of local sorcerers to handle. there were also a couple potential students that the higher ups wanted nanami to evaluate.

you were scheduled to be there for about two weeks, and worked with the local sorcerers to exterminate the curses. you split into teams- you and yuuji alternated partnering with maki and yuuta, and were accompanied by one of the sorcerers from sendai. nanami either floated around alone, or worked closely with the potential students. you were impressed by both the second years- seeing maki fight without holding back revealed her true power, and you quickly realized why yuuta was special grade.

you worked long days, but they were always followed by a big meal and deep sleep. a few nights in at dinner, you ended up seated next to yuuta. you talked to him a little, which earned you a chance to get a closer look at his face. his pale skin was unfairly smooth, and contrasted nicely against his rosy lips and dark hair. interesting. but not enough to keep your attention.

you leaned forward to talk to yuuji, who sat on the other side of yuuta. it was loud in the izakaya, and you two were almost shouting in order to hear each other. you leaned to your right, to better hear yuuji, and in the process your leg lightly brushed against yuuta's under the table. to your surprise, he didn't shy away from your touch, rather continuing to munch on the pile of chicken on his plate. interesting. you kept your knee there the rest of the night.

»»————-　✧　-————««

most evenings, you ended up next to or across from yuuta at dinner. maybe too often to be a coincidence, and you hoped no one else noticed. tonight, you talked to him some more, and realized that where he had been working earlier in the year was close to your childhood home. you talked about your favorite restaurants. you watched his adam's apple bob as he gulped down water, and watched the precision with which he delicately pulled flesh from the bone of tonight's serving of chicken. he made eye contact with you from across the table as he licked his fingers clean. interesting. you held his eye contact, extending and your legs, and pressing your ankle to his. he swallowed heavily, but this time with no water.

the final evening, you ended up back at the same izakaya, squished into a booth between a sendai sorcerer and yuuta. nanami and yuuji sat across from you, and yuuji was flanked by the other local sorcerer. maki had left town earlier that day to make it to a cousin's wedding- the unfortunate part of having a large, important family was that there were frequent events you couldn't get out of.

there was plenty of sake at the table to celebrate a job well done, and the two sendai sorcerers kept trying to sneak you students sips. you filled your plate with gyoza, nikuman, and fried chicken, stealing swallows of sake here and there. at one point, you leaned across the table to better hear yuuji, and placed your right hand in the minimal space between you and yuuta's thighs to support your weight, touching both. emboldened by the sake, he shifted into your touch, and pressed his knee to yours. you stifled a smirk as you glanced over at him, a slight blush creeping across his cheeks and up the tips of his ears. yuuji just thought it was the sake, but you knew better.

»»————-　✧　-————««

once it was too late to acceptably be out with students, your group wound your way back to the inn you had been staying at. yuuji'd had way too much sake, having not drank much before. you were certainly tipsy, but handling yourself alright. yuuta fared somewhere in the middle, his gait more disjointed than usual. nanami had turned a blind eye to your intoxication, walking ahead with the locals, but monitoring your progress behind him.

you and yuuta guided yuuji back to their shared room, feeding him some water and tucking him into bed. the two of you stood across from each other, staring for what felt like an eternity before you had an idea.

your eyes narrowed slightly with mischief before stating, "yuuta, i think you left your water bottle in my backpack earlier during our mission."

the blush across his face intensified. "you're right, I'll come with you to grab it."

by the time you reentered the hall, the adults had all gone their separate ways. still, you walked quietly to your room, empty now that maki had left early. you turned the key and opened your door, grateful that you had tidied up some earlier.

softly shutting the door, you turned to look straight into yuuta's eyes, finding his pupils blown out. "come in, it's okay," you tell him, as you begin to walk across the room to your backpack, which leaned against your bed. he obliges, tentatively following, and sitting down on your bed as you root through your bag.

you pulled his blue nalgene from your backpack and dangled it on your finger from the loop on the lid as you stepped between his legs, looking down at him. "are you thirsty, yuuta?"

he looked up at you through his long eyelashes, eyes open wide. he repeated your name back to you. "so thirsty."

in a single motion, you set the nalgene on the nightstand with one hand, and with the other pushed him down onto the bed. he scooted back on his elbows as you slunk across to meet him on hands and knees. "you scared? why you running away?"

he turned his eyes from you, mumbling "not scared, just making room for you." "hey, look at me," you hissed. he slowly turned his chin to face you, nervously biting at his lower lip. you came down to your elbows, nose brushing against his.

"are you sure you want this?"

his heart pounding in his chest, he couldn't even manage a verbal response. instead he just leaned up and pressed his lips firmly into yours. after a few kisses in quick succession, you pressed your tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss. he groaned in response as his tongue met yours. there was a faint alcoholic taste, clean and sweet, that lingered from the sake. you lowered yourself down so that you were laying on top of him, your body rising and falling with his panting chest. everything was hot.

you moved your legs to straddle his thighs and sat up to pull off your shirt. he looked up at you, jaw slack as your breasts popped free from the confines of your shirt and bra. "holy shit" he mumbled.

you placed your hands on his shoulders. "you want yours off too?" "y-yeah"

your wrapped a hand around his collar, tutting at him as you looked down at his flushed face. "that won't do. can you ask nicely?"

"y-y-yes please"

you drug your hand down his torso til it reached the bottom of his shirt, long since untucked. you couldn't help but smirk as you looked lower, staring unabashedly at how he strained against his pants. starting at the bottom of his shirt, you loosened the buttons one by one before slipping it off his shoulders, finally getting to see the muscular planes of his chest. you smoothed your hands from his sternum to his shoulders, and he squirmed under your touch. he turned his face into the sheets, but you quickly slid your hand under his jaw and turned him back. "eyes on me."

delicately, you traced the pads of his fingers down his torso, over his abdomen. he quaked under you like a leaf, biting down on his lip again, harder when your hand found his prominent bulge. "already so excited just from kissing, hmm?" all he could do was nod, face burning.

you shifted your body forward so that your core was pressed against his, and leaned back down to kiss him, your now bare chests pressed together. the kisses were messy, open mouthed. when you experimentally rolled your hips over him, his jerked upwards in response and he moaned softly into your mouth. you figured it would be good from the tension that had been building between you two, but god his desperate moans were even better than you expected.

you began to move your hips from front to back, grinding down on him hard, and a string of breathy curses left his lips. you moved your lips down the column of his neck and bit and sucked, hard, hoping to leave a mark as he groaned your name even deeper. you guided his hands to your tits and encouraged him to squeeze as you roamed his chest, nipping and licking and kissing all over.

you leaned in close to his ear, gave it a nibble before asking, though not really a question. "i'm awfully tired from all our hard work earlier and need to rest. do you know of anywhere I could sit?" his eyes widened, and he panted back into your ear "god, please, p-please, sit on my face!"

you pulled back and admired the desperation written on his face, his pleading wet eyes, before standing up to remove your skirt and underwear. he watched, enthralled as you left your thigh high socks on and crawled back towards him. "if you do a good enough job i'll let you cum, okay yuuta?"

you didn't give him a chance to answer as you settled onto his face, dripping into his mouth.

for someone who seemed so pathetic and desperate, he was surprisingly talented with his tongue. he ate you like you were his last meal, tongue spreading across your slit, licking you up before curling around your clit. "tastes so good, thank you" he mumbled as he sunk a finger into you. you both moaned in unison, him at how tight and wet you were, and you at how quickly he found that spot deep inside you.

breathless, you commanded "more, please," and he added another finger as his tongue continued to work your clit. soon a familiar warmth was building, and before you knew it you were leaning against the headboard, cumming hard all over his face. he slowed down, but continued to lick, even as you were sensitive, until he cleaned up the mess between your thighs.

you laid down next to him and cradled his face in your hands, kissing him and tasting yourself on his lips. you thought he looked best with his face coated in your slick. your hands began to wander his body, grabbing his chest, scratching his back, smoothing down his sides to play with his waistband.

"pretty boy, you did such a good job for me," you cooed, and he moaned into your mouth before kissing you again. you broke apart, spit dangling between you, and you slowly began to unbutton his pants. they had been tight before, but now his cock eagerly sprung out as soon as you began to unzip them. you kissed down his stomach as you worked him out of his pants, pausing to admire the wet spot on his boxers.

he looked at you, impossibly desperate, as his chest heaved. you peppered kisses along his waistband before grabbing it with your teeth, and pulling it towards you before snapping the elastic back against his skin. he groaned out a single "please" before you tugged those off, too. you worked your way back up his legs, kissing and biting at his thighs, reveling in the way he squirmed and looked down at you.

his dick lay against his stomach, thick and pretty, and you kissed the skin next to it, breathing lightly on the head as you passed over. after teasing him long enough, you gave him a single lick up from the length of the shaft to the head, his precum salty on your tongue. he moaned again, this time higher as his dick twitched. slowly you took him into your hand and swiped your tongue across the head. you locked eyes with him as you locked your lips around the tip, sucking hard, and he let out a squeal. now he really looked like he was about to cry, another high-pitched groan spilling from his lips as his hips jerked towards you. you quickly shoved them down with your other hand, holding him still before taking him, all of him into your mouth.

while before he could barely speak, now he couldn't hardly stay quiet. he alternated between compliments, "god you're so pretty, so perfect," and curses "oh my god, holy shit, oh fuck," interspersed with breathy moans. you loved how needy he was, just for you. you gripped the base of his cock with one hand and stroked while you swirled your tongue around him, bobbing your head.

yuuta let out a deep moan, his head spinning with pleasure. he loosely thrusted his hips upward to match your pace. he could hear himself speaking but had no idea what he was babbling, too absorbed in the warmth and wetness of your mouth surrounding his cock. his fingers laced themselves through your hair as he felt a coil tightening in the base of his stomach and your free hand switch to massaging his balls.

he squeezed his eyes shut and eked out a warning before cumming down your throat, your name spilling from his lips. you slowed down but didn't stop, looking up at him to watch his face contort from overstimulation. as tears started to spill from his eyes, you pulled him out of your mouth with a pop.

you rose to lay down on top of him, squishing his wet dick against your stomach. with one hand you wiped up his tears, and the other you carded through his hair as you exchanged sloppy, open-mouthed kisses.

your teeth once again found their way to his neck and collarbone, nipping and sucking at already darkened skin. as you slid your body back up to press your lips to his, you could feel him getting hard again. pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose, you asked, "do you want to cum inside me?"

you felt his dick twitch against you as he groaned. "oh god, oh please, need you so bad, need to feel you around me, please"

you smiled as you took him into your hand, the other resting on his chest. he continued babbling until you pressed his head against your slit. he sucked in a deep breath and groaned out "oh, fuck," as you slowly lowered yourself onto him. he was thick, and you reveled in the feeling of the stretch as you sunk down til your hips met his. his eyes rolled back as he tilted his head towards the headboard, but once you reached for his face he knew better and locked eyes with you.

you squished his cheeks with your hand as you slowly lifted yourself up and dropped back down onto him. he moaned, your pussy impossibly tight, as you picked up the pace and began fucking yourself on him. his big eyes were so wet and pathetic, you couldn't wait to use him up and milk every drop of cum out of him. you couldn't decide what to do with his mouth- kiss it? spit in it? stick your fingers in it? so you decided to do all three.

he thanked you as you dripped spit into his mouth from above, and you involuntarily clenched around him. he wailed around your fingers, mouth wet and warm. you felt pressure building again, and took his hand, replacing your fingers in his mouth with his own before guiding his hand to your clit. "rub, hard," you ordered, "and don't even think about cumming before me."

as he quickly circled your clit and angled his hips to hit deep inside you, your second orgasm came faster than you expected. you rolled your nipples between your fingers as you clenched around him in a death grip, moaning out his name. your movements became sloppy, but he stilled your hips with his free hand and began thrusting into you. you looked down at him as tears filled his eyes, his cock throbbing, "please can i cum, you feel so good, please oh my god"

not that it would've made much of a difference, but you leaned down to press your chest against his and whispered "cum for me."

that was all he needed before he released deep inside you, tears running down his face as he cried out your name. his hips jerked erratically as his spend began to spill out and onto the sheets. as he finished riding out his high, he pulled out and began to lap it up and shove it back in you, cleaning up the mess he made in the same way he did earlier that night. you ran your fingers through his hair before pulling his head up to lay against your chest, your long limbs intertwined.

"so sleepy," he remarked.