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You never thought your boyfriend could handle the depth of your desires… until one day, you catch him in a moment you’ve only ever imagined. Caught in a intimate moment, lost in himself. And just like that, you realize you weren’t about to let an opportunity like this slip away.. ♡

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(Non sorcerer/curse AU, reader and yuji are college students so yuji is aged up. Jock/football player Yuji.)

Warnings: Perverted reader, Dom reader, overstimulation, dumbification/mindbreaking, voyeruism, Body fluid play, degrading and praise, spitting, body worship, edging, choking, Agoraphilia, voyeurism (reader catches yuji gooning), oral (both giving and receiving). I also had to leave this on a cliff hanger, it's long asf but if yall fw it, i'll make a part2!)

Enjoy ;)♡

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Your boyfriend was too innocent for your taste.

You were dating the school's best athlete, Yuji Itadori. A popular college football player, here on a full-ride scholarship, abundant, and handed opportunities just for his physique alone… and you were the opposite. You kept to yourself, studying, and staying in your dorm after classes instead of hanging around like everyone else. You were either in your dorm relaxing or in the library, studying, enjoying lunch while reading books. Despite how quiet you were and self-reserved you were, you were a fucking freak. A perverted slut who hoped no one asked what book you were reading, you’d simply just tell them a book for your class.., right..?

Yeah, right.

Knowing damn well you were scrolling on A03, reading all kinds of kinky shit. Your boyfriend was aware of the perverse things you read about and across your mind. You think about fucking on a daily basis. Sitting through your lectures, zoning out in the middle of important notes imaging getting bent over across the table, and getting pounded till the fucking legs on it break. The things you think about your boyfriend Yuji knowing, he’d never. (Or, would he?)

Every time Yuji fucked you, it was slow, passionate, his rhythm slow like he wanted to savor what it felt like to be inside of you.

You couldn’t stand it.

The two of you didn’t have sex often, Yuji was always too busy with practice, and games, and you were too busy studying for quizzes, and tests. And, whenever the two of you did have sex, he kept it quick, cumming in minutes, sometimes less. You needed more of him.. you craved him, wishing he wasn’t so gentle when he fucked you. Yuji treated you like it was your first time, every time...

You only went to his dorm to drop something off, That being the only thing on your mind during this visit…

Knock, Knock.

Knocking expecting him to open the door as quickly as he usually does with that stupid cheesy smile on his face, always greeting you whenever he opens the door. Or, maybe his roommate, Megumi would open it. But this time..? No answer.

You knock again..

‘Maybe he's in the shower’ .. You thought to yourself, but he knew you were coming over, didn’t he? You gave the door one last knock, a few more seconds of patience before just giving up, and just trying to pull at the door handle…And to your surprise, it actually opened.

“How irresponsible..” You muttered to yourself, walking in. It wasn’t shocking he’d leave his dorm door unlocked, he was always so stupid, and busy. You were just gonna leave your little gift, and leave right back out. You were slightly disappointed at the fact you didn’t get to see him after sooo long. But that disappointment was cut short quickly.

You froze.

Standing there drinking in the view of your boyfriend on the bed, one hand under the blanket, and the other holding up his phone, His attention locked into whatever was on the screen. Yuji didn't notice you at first, completely drowned in his own thoughts. You didn’t scream, or run, or look at him with disgust, in fact.. you were Hedonistic as fuck about it.. you wanted in. “Yuji-..” You called out quietly, slightly nervous, you didn’t want to embarrass him. You smirked slightly, out of nervousness, Yuji’s face was completely red. He was stunned, and Lowkey (high-key) embarrassed, and ashamed…

No doubt he was embarrassed about being caught, but you weren’t gonna shame, or make fun of him for it..

"Y/n..-It’s not-..”

“Shh…”

You weren’t gonna let him feel ashamed about being walked in on, you shot that down quick.

“Let me help you..”

You slipped onto the bed, next to him like this was your room. Getting comfortable quickly, Yuji was still in shock, and embarrassment, still trying to process how quickly things were moving. Yuji let out an confused pleasured sound as he felt your hands wrap around his dick, “Fuck-…” he grunted at the way your hand slowly stroked his cock, he couldn’t help but watch in complete awe, and desire. Yuji leaned back watching your hands work around his cock like you were a fucking professional. Your body was slowly being fueled with lust, and want, you were waiting for this to happen to you one day.

The opportunity was given to you, and you took it.

Looking down with desire watching the way his tip leaked pre-cum with every stroke, you didn’t bother making eye contact with him right now, your main focus was making him leak for him.

You wanted to see him spill so you could clean it right up with your tongue. The way his back arched didn’t go unnoticed, the feeling of your hands teasing him, and running down his body drove him so close to the edge. Yuji moaned deeply, gripping the sheets when you teased the head of his cock just right…

“Shit-.. nng-..” He arched, trying so pathetically hard not to break for you. “Mhmmm..” You acknowledged. You lightly wrapped your hand around his neck when he got too loud… These dorm walls were thin, and you couldn’t risk being caught. Yuji whined trying to control his whimpers and moans. He was unable to control his pleasure, he was getting more, and more needy for you. Yuji covered his own mouth trying to muffle the sounds of pleasure, you were making him feel so so good. Panting, and whining into his own hand, Yuji was getting closer, and closer to his climax.

Your mind soon clouded with thoughts of libertine desire, your hand stroked his dick lazily, so sloppily, all the precum his leaked making sloppy, and wet squelching sounds of the juices of his cock from the way your hand glided so smooth, and deliciously. Seconds away from when he was about to cum, you quickly pulled your hand away, edging him of pleasure.

“Fuck-..!” Yuji choked out a moan, letting out a punched sound of pleasure, feeling the warmth of your hand missing, the breeze of the room making his dick twitch so prettily. Yuji whined at the fact his moment of bliss was cut short so soon. “Nnng- Hah-..why-..?” Yuji whimpered, huffing as he grabbed at your hands with frustration pulling them back close to him. His desperation to cum already showing..

Fuck.

This was all you read about, those days you sat in the library, reading smut when you knew you had to study for the test in your AP class the next day. Imaging slutting your boyfriend out till he cried out, and whimpered for you. You pulled your hands away from his, your attention on the way his pre-cum dripped from the palm of your hand…he’s a mess. You look down at your hand before you give it a lick.. what a disgusting slut. Tasting him on your hand, you didn’t waste a drop. You stared him down as you did it, making eye contact like you were showing dominance, you were. Locking eyes, you both shared the same hunger, and desire. It's like the both of you were mentally communicating with each other. Yuji panted, trying to catch his breath and catch up with your behavior. He looked at you as if you did some sort of magic trick…but he wasn’t drunk off of you, yet. And now, your plan was to make him cum till he couldn’t anymore. His moans? Those heavy breaths, and whines? It all sounded like music to your ears, and you needed to hear more.

Your thumb gently slid against the slit of the tip of his cock teasingly, you watched Yuji jolt with pleasure, letting out a breathy whimper. Fuck.. He sounded just like those guys off twitter, and sound-gasm. You watched the way his cock twitched with anticipation, the absent feeling of your hand was driving him crazy. You licked your lips as you watched the way his Body reacted to you, plotting in your head what to do next.. Tonight, you were going to experiment, and Yuji was going to be your guinea pig for your sick, and nasty desires. When Yuji tried to sit up, you pressed him right back down with a hand on his chest. He wasn’t expecting that, letting out a small gasp. He’s never seen this kind of behavior from you, so needy..so controlling. But, he let you have it., curious about what you’ll do next.. You had needs that had to be filled, he knew that, and he was just as pent up as you were. You straddled him, your legs on both of his sides, cow-girl position like you were going to ride him. You were.

“Fuck- baby please, cmon-…please-“ He whined for you.. fuck, he whined for you…you couldn’t help but roll your hips into his, causing Yuji to throw his head back with complete pleasure, his pink strands of hair sticking to his forehead from sweating. Damn, he was so hot.. leaning down you marked him up, kissing, and leaving a few love bites here, and there. You stayed down on his lap, putting down all your weight to make sure he felt you, and yeah, he did. God, he wanted to cum, but he wouldn’t until you allowed it. . Yuji was entranced by your movement, the way you grinded on him made his mind slightly fog up. Yuji stared at you with complete dazed awe like he was falling in love with you all over again. “Fuck- babygirl you can’t just-…” “Can’t just what? Hm? Take what I want?” You cut him off before he could make any more protest, and complaints. You wouldn’t give him that privilege after he made you wait so long for that dick. You continued grinding your hips down onto his, rhythmically, keeping the same pace, and position.. Yuji’s hands rested on the sides of your hips, keeping you in place, as you continued your movements “Yeah-.. right there-..” Yuji fought so hard not to pull you in more, you felt it, and noticed it in the way his hands twitched eagerly, like he wanted to grab you. “Fuc- please-..gimme-“ he was getting desperate. Yuji’s hands curled into fist, he groaned feeling his cock getting harder against you.

“Give you what? Hm?” You mocked, you knew.. you wanted to hear him beg for it. “Please- let me have you-..” Yuji pleaded, he begged as his voice cracked with desperation, he didn’t even try to hide how down-bad he was for you, like a needy pathetic owner whining for its owner. He needed you. “Please babygirl-.. pretty please princess?, let me make you feel good too-..” He was so desperate to convince you, Yuji’s eyes became foggy with desire, and need the more you teased and edged him, you were breaking him down… just like you wanted. A lazy and fucked out smile rested on his face, he was already getting high off of you.. “please..” He leans his head down pressing light kisses into your skin, almost like he was trying to bribe you.. he muttered onto your skin so fucked out, so dazed, and desperate, his mind clouded with nothing but desire for you. “Cmon princess, cmon-.. I’ll be a good boy, yeah?” He convinced you so well..

“Good boy Yuji, you beg so well..” You praised pressing kisses into his neck, and collarbone, all the way up the side of his face. He admired your every action, adoring the way you took control, and dominated him…fuck that made his dick harder. You loved the way his body jolted, and twitched with your every touch, you watched the way his lip quiver every time you pulled your hands away seconds before he would climax. You watched every expression, listened to every moan. Slipping his 7 inches inside of you, fuck.. it had been so long since he stretched you out, throwing your head back with a heavy, and breathy huff and moan, he still fit so perfectly.

“Mnng-.. fuck S’ been so long…” he closed his eyes, and slurred his words from the pleasure, and feeling of your warm walls wrapping around his cock so nicely. Yuji bit back a moan as you rolled your hips, anchoring his cock even deeper inside of you.. you tried hard to hold back your own sounds, but you couldn’t help but break for him… the way the tip of his cock angled at your g-spot justtt right.. you couldn’t help but give in.. moaning his name as your grinds slowly turned into you bouncing on his dick as his hands helped guide you. Yuji threw his head back, and let out a deep moan, his hands kept you balanced while he tried to guide you to move faster.. you rode him like a fucking porn-star, leaning over as you started to move against him, riding him like you were trying to prove a point, and you were.. the point was he belong to you-.. this- belonged to you. "Shit-..oh fuck—… You feel so fucking good-..” He moaned, and praised you in mutters as you bounced on him. You could tell when he was close, and whenever he was, you slid off of his lap with ease before he could cum inside of you, or at all. “No, not yet…” you let out a breathy decline, depriving him of pleasure once again. He was starting to get frustrated, feeling torn away from pleasure each, and every time. Yuji growled at you, clenching his teeth. He felt like a piece of heaven was just snatched from him “Please babygirl- please-..” Yuji’s voice cracked desperately again as he begged, pleading as the tip of his cock was a slight shade of red from being edged from pleasure, and leaking with precum with impatience. His cock twitched, and throbbed so, so eager to cum, Yuji’s eyes teared up with frustration, and desperation, poor poor thing.. he wanted to cum so bad. His teary eyes showed how in need to cum he was.

“Mmmgh- whhy-..-"Yuji stuttered out brokenly. Suddenly his hand gripped onto your arm, holding you in place, and pulling you closer to him. “Mean-..” He whined, his expression pouty, and begging.., almost like some kind of puppy. You knew you were being a tease, and depriving you while knowing how bad he needed it, and how pent-up he was.. “Oh baby..” you couldn’t help but laugh softly, mocking sympathy as you spoke to him in a “comforting”-tone. Yuji leaned into you, leaning into your touch, still keeping you, and your hands in place.

“Let me cum..”

“Shhh..”

“Please-?”

You hushed him again, leaning in for a kiss, the taste of him and the two of your saliva mixing in with each other, the moment intimate, and loving, and so was the feeling. You claimed him in the kiss, before trailing your lips down his neck, and collarbone again, down to his stomach.. “Mmmgh- fuck-…” Yuji shivered at the feeling of your lips trailing down, he was becoming so sensitive, His hands gripping onto the sheets for some kind of closer, he was completely entranced by you. Watching you with half lidded eyes as he let you take control again helplessly… His emotions were mixed with dazed, and desire, the two mixing like a toxic potion.

But, you weren’t fulfilled just yet from seeing him so broken. Reaching for your f/c Bra, you pressed Yuji back down onto the bed when he tried to sit up again. He stayed down, letting you wrap your bra around his neck, pulling it till it practically leashed him, you pulled him in into another kiss, a sloppy one, choking him out with your bra as the two of you made out.

The make out was sloppy, and mess.. impatient just desperate to touch, and fuck each other like animals already. You pulled away, the both of you were a nasty mess, leaving a saliva trail connecting to your lips, and his as your pulled away. You lolled out you tongue playfully at him like some kind of mutt. “Open-..” You didn’t have to tell him twice, he quickly did, letting you spit into his mouth without a flinch. Putting one hand on his jaw, you close it yourself before you tell him to “Swallow..”

“Good fucking boy..” and you praised him as he did. He listened so well.

You pulled the bra around his neck justtt… a bit tighter till he got all dizzy for you.. You loved seeing him all fucked-out, and flustered. But honestly? This was only the beginning.

“Yeah-..” Yuji choked out. You could see it in his lust-clouded eyes that he loved this. “Good boy-..” You mummered, pressing a kiss onto his forehead before releasing the bra, and letting him take full breaths. Yuji sucked in air, catching his breath and energy, he was just deprived from pleasure before suddenly, the tables turned, and you were the one on your back, pinned down now.

“Let me have you-.. let me worship you-..please princess-“ Yuji said between kisses as his lips trailed down on you, and kept you pinned. His hands on the sides of your head. He was desperate, drinking the view of your body in.., bare, and vulnerable just for him.., only him. Yuji kissed all down your body, till his kissed down your pelvic area, spreading your thighs, his hands placed on the inner sides of your thighs keeping you open for him, he kept eye contact as he went down on you, “Sooo..’fckin pretty-..” he mummered, kissing your inner thigh before giving your clit a sweet, teasing kiss. “So fucking mine…” he drawled before going all in.

Yuji ate you up like a starved animal.

Licking everything his tongue could reach. Making those sloppy sounds with his mouth as he ate you out, and tongue fucked you. “Nmnmg- mine..” Yuji growled through the slick mess of your pussy on his lips, taking a second to pull back, and lick his lips and take a breath. “God-…” he breathed out. He was getting drunk off of your pussy. “Taste’s good-..” Yuji groans out as he goes back in for more. You moan, pulling at his hair as your body helplessly arches into the pleasure he’s giving you. “Good fcking boy-.. oh fuck-..” You gasped out “Don’t stop-…” Yuji obeyed that quickly. Doing just as you asked, he didn’t stop. Licking your clit, and the entrance of you pussy over, and over, and over again so teasingly… fuck.. you wanted to cum so bad. He started tongue-fucking you again once he felt how close you were, your walls clenched around his tongue lightly…but, with need.

Yuji continued eating you out till the brink of orgasm, his head between your thighs lapping up all the juices you leaked on his tongue like he was some thirsty dog. You let out a long deep moan of pleasure, you back arching as Yuji made you cum with his tongue. Keeping his hands on your thighs he kept you right where he wanted you.. and he wanted to taste every bit of you on his tongue. Even after you came, he didn’t stop…

“Yuji-…” you breathed out heavily, starting to become overstimulated with sparks of pleasure from his tongue still moving, and eating you out even after you’ve already reached your peak. Yuji’’s tongue started to circle your clit teasingly, he fed off the sounds of your pleasure, “mmgh-..” He moaned into your clit as he ate you out, sending pleasured, sparks through your body causing you to jolt with overwhelming pleasure. When he felt you arch into him, he pressed his face even deeper.

“Oh fuck yuj-..!” You broke. Moaning out as you hand clenched around his pink strands of hair. But Yuji kept going,..fucking with you with his tongue all over again, overstimulating you till your legs shook. He was intoxicated off your pussy, he was addicted, and couldn’t get enough of the taste, and sound of you. He was addicted to you like some illegal street drug. Through your teary eyes, you realized how dazed, and high he looked. Your pussy broke his pretty little mind, it was on autopilot now, as if the only thing he knew was to please you.

Finally, he pulled away. Running his hands up, and down your body a few times gently before sitting up slightly to drink in the view of the mess he made of you.. “Good princess…” he slurred sloppily. Watching the way you leaked for him “So beautiful..” He praised as he admired your puckered out, and tired body.

“S’minee..so’prettyy..” Yuji mutters before pressing a deep kiss onto your lower stomach, kissing right where your womb was almost lovingly.

Yuji was so dumb for you. His sense of anything in reality…? Gone. except You.

Yuji slurred up your cum, not swallowing..just yet. He pulled you into a loving kiss, spitting your own cum into your mouth to taste yourself. You swallowed…, and you didn’t taste bad at all.

Soon after, the two of you began making out again , Yuji didn’t even give you a moment to compose yourself. His mouth still slick, and heavy with the taste of you. It was a messy, devouring type of kiss. Every time your tongues met, it felt like an electric jolt. A dizzying reminder that he made you feel good, and you belong to him. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer desperate to fill every, and any gap between the two of you. You needed to be closer.

Yuji pulled back just enough to trail his lips along your jaw, his voice low, rasp against your skin..he was yearning for you.

“You taste so’good princess..” He muttered softly against your skin pressing you back against the bed. Trailing more affectionate kisses along your body.

From your neck,..to your collarbone..

Down to your breasts,…then your stomach.

Pressing kisses along your tummy, his hands wrapping around your waist from behind. His hips continued traveling down your body “Mmm- yeah-.. let me have you princess..” Yujj mumbled against your skin, he was so drunk off of you..he needed more.

“Fuck-..baby-..Up..put your legs up-..over my shoulder princess..”

Yuji lifted your legs over his shoulders with ease, your weight was nothing to him. He slung your legs over his shoulders, leaning down the two of you were chest to chest. Fuck.., the way he looked down, and locked eyes with you was so fcking attractive. His look always made you shy away, but he wouldn’t let you this time, not tonight… “no no- let me see that pretty face..” He said as he grabbed your jaw, turning your head to make you look at him. “Fuckk- look at that pretty face-“.. he melted as he took in your beauty. He kept praising you as he teased your entrance with the tip of his cock before finally slipping inside.. leaning down to pull you into a kiss as you let out any moans. Yuji pressed his lips against yours swallowing any sound you made as he made the first few thrusts inside of you. Moaning into the kiss himself, he deepened it..the way your warm walls clenched around his cock from the Wayne had you positioned didn’t go unnoticed. He muffled all your pleasured noised before puling away with a thin line of spit connecting between the two of you, “Fuck- that’s it baby-..” He groaned rocking his hips into yours with full weight.. fuck this felt good-..He fucked you so good and passionately, reaching for spots your dildo couldn’t. “Oh fuck yuji-..” You moaned out as you gripped onto his arms trying to ground yourself.. fuck he felt so big inside of you like this…so deep. Yuji halted for just a moment to slip a pillow under your lower back, angling you higher, and just right.. “Yeah, perfect..” Yuji muttered, staring at you with hunger, and desire. Yuji let out a deep deep, broken moan as he slid his cock deep into you, feeling your walls clench so nicely around his cock, it was such a perfect, snug fit.

“Fuck yes-.. Take this dick baby girl-..yeah, good job- good girl-..” Yuji praised, he worshiped you like some sort of goddess of pleasure. He fucked you like some doll..His doll. You were everything he ever needed.. How dare you deprive you drive him of this pleasure like this…he fucked you even faster, even deeper..praised you even more as he cock hit every one of your sweet-spots…

No game was more important than this pussy…

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pairing: yuta okkotsu x afab reader

synopsis: yuta’s your sweet, smart, dedicated tutor, assigned to help get your grades up. you’ve got other plans that are a little.. off-syllabus.

mdni,nerdy!yuta, smut, kissing, f!ngering, swearing, orál (f receiving), chok!ng (m receiving), creamp!e, yuta’s inexperienced, whimpers a lot, she calls him a good boy, corruption if u squint 😜,black-coded reader, wc: 7.2k

a/n: wrote this after smoking and i think i discovered some things ab myself LMAO (need submissive yuta so bad 😖) enjoyy ֯݁კ🎀 ྀི𓈒

“-and then if you arrange it like this, you can isolate the variable a little easier. See what I mean?”

No, not at all. Not one bit.

Not that it’s rocket science, or even mildly confusing. It’d all be pretty straight forward if you’d actually been listening for the past 10 minutes, but, as per, you haven’t.

Your chin’s propped in your hand, you’re nodding along at all the right times, eyes on the paper just enough to make it look like you’re locked in, but it’d be a lie to say, your attention isn’t… snagging.

On his hands, for example– that’s always where it starts. He’ll be taking you through some problem, pointing at the printed numbers so you can follow, but then the pretty silver band glints just right and suddenly you can’t look away from his long, ink-smudged fingers, at the veins that pop a little when he grips his pen tighter to underline something. Yuta’s got beautiful handwriting, and he writes precisely, like he actually cares whether you can read it back later or not.

Then naturally, you follow the trail up his wrists, then to the slight bulge of his forearms where his sleeves are pushed up, the way they tighten slightly when he leans in.

And he does lean in. A lot. Close enough for you to see how his thin, black lashes dare to kiss his cheeks when he looks down, darkening the shadows under his eyes where the moon’s kissed him. Close enough that his voice, already so soft and calming, drops a little, somehow even softer, more focussed.

“... then if you substitute it back in here–”

Your eyes drag up to his shoulders, at the way they hunch slightly when he’s concentrating. Then you’re staring at his face; dark brows drawn together, faintly peach tinted lips parted as he talks, pausing to think through everything he says, how best to help you understand.

He’s so pretty it’s unfair. It’s unfair that you aren’t sitting on his face right this second.

“... and that should get you to the final solution. Make sense?”

You blink at him.

“Hmm,” you hum, looking at the jumble of numbers and symbols on the paper. “Could we maybe take a break?”

His eyebrows raise a fraction. You don’t normally interrupt so blatantly “Oh, yeah, sure! Is everything ok? I know I can go too fast sometimes.”

And yet, your problem is quite the opposite, actually. Yuta Okkotsu is too fucking slow.

Too cartoonishly oblivious.

Your interest in Yuta was piqued long before this arrangement even started. It was one day last term, the day you had no choice but to admit to yourself that you were actually, genuinely struggling, and not in a cute way, in a if I don’t get my shit together, I might fail this class, way. You stayed behind after the lecture, a little embarrassed, a little annoyed, waiting to have a word with your professor, and there he was, right at the front.

You found yourself hovering by as he helped some other student, something about his soft-spoken, yet focussed tone pulling your attention. The girl was nodding along to his every word, blushing a little; clearly she had a little crush. But he didn’t do the boy thing, didn’t flirt or linger, just quietly checked if she understood. Once she said yes, he smiled, and your gaze caught on that barely there dimple, the kind creases at the corners of his eyes.

A week later, your professor was recommending a tutor for you.

“He’s one of my best PhD students, so I have him help out with tutoring undergrads, free of charge. I’ve recommended him to a few others like you, and they all improved massively. He’s lovely. You’ll be fine.”

That same evening you’d found him in the library, headphones on, a gentle frown on his face that gave his otherwise boyish features a slightly mature air.

You knew of the stereotypes, how postgrads liked to steer clear of younger students, how they found them obnoxious and immature. But it didn’t deter you- there was something unassuming about his hunched posture that put you at ease.

You tapped him. He flinched.

“Oh! Uh… Hi,” He said, looking a bit embarrassed by his own jumpiness. “Can I help you?”

Oh, he was adorable. Too adorable for his own good.

You had to have him. Somehow, some way. You decided then and there: you’re going to ruin this kid.

It’s been three weeks since then. Three long weeks of scheming, of inappropriately flimsy cami tops, and tight little “pajamas” (as if you’d ever wear something that sexy to bed.) Three weeks of leaning over way more than you needed to, pitching your voice up and acting confused about things you definitely understood, for no reason other than to distract and stall. Three weeks of ‘accidental’ brushes, of dubious leg taps, of ridiculously high AC and ridiculously hard nipples. Three weeks of hour-long sessions every other day.

A whole hour, which always ended in his unceremonious departure, and you secretly mourning all the far more exciting ways that time could have been spent.

But alas. Yuta would rather talk about made up numbers.

At first you thought he was faking it; playing dumb, pretending not to notice. So you turned up the temperature; ditched the bonnets, lathered on your lipgloss, pushed your breasts against him as you hugged in greeting.

You thought it was working. You swore you caught him looking at you a second too long sometimes, and then suddenly not at all, like he was forcing himself not to.

But it must have been wishful thinking, because when you offered him a homemade cupcake and a hot cocoa after that evening’s session, he politely — always politely— declined.

You figured then, that he’s just cripplingly shy, and even if that’s the case, you can work with it.

Over the last week you’re beginning to suspect that he might actually just be fucking stupid.

“No, you’re good,” you reassure, trying not to let your frustration bleed through your sigh. “It’s just been a long day. I’ve got a bit of brain fog. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Of course not,” he says, his dimple faintly winking at you again. “I’ve got some studying to catch up with anyway.”

Then he reaches into the folder on the side, takes out another piece of paper, and starts scribbling down God knows what.

You stare at him. This is insane.

“You know, maybe you should take a break too.”

He barely looks up. Your eye twitches.

“Oh, I’ll be fine. I’ve got a quiz this week, so-”

“Yuta.”

Oops. That was definitely a little more pointed than you meant it to be, but honestly, you’re not even trying to be smooth anymore. You’re just trying to see some kind of breaking point– his or yours, you’re not even sure if it matters.

Finally, he hesitates, pen hovering just above the page. Those stormy grey eyes glance in your direction. “Uh, yeah?”

“I’d really love it if you stopped working for a sec,” You start softer this time, trying to ease him in before you start playing hard. “You know, it’s been three weeks, and I feel like I’ve barely gotten to know you.”

Now he’s thrown. You see the confusion flicker across his face, his eyebrows pulling together with genuine uncertainty. As if it was so shocking that you might actually have an interest in what he had to say besides fucking equations.

“Oh,” he says quietly. “Um.”

There’s a beat and you can see him mulling it over in his head.

Then he nods. He’s incapable of rudeness, even the accidental kind. “Yeah, I guess that’s– er, that’s fair.”

You watch, almost fascinated, as he realigns himself in his seat, back straightening. His fingers tighten around his pen for a second before finally, he places it down.

“Well, uh.. What do you want to know?” He asks, like it’s an interview.

Can he really be this prim and proper all the time? Even in private? Maybe he’s just too sensible to flirt.

You tilt your head, studying him as if you haven’t already spent most of the session doing precisely that.

“Anything,” You shrug. “Everything.”

He looks a little alarmed. You pull back a touch. “Like… I don’t know. You part of any clubs? What do you do in your free time? You know– when you aren’t doing such a good job of tutoring me?”

At last, you get a small huff of breath, an almost-laugh.

“Uh… I mean, I study a lot. Engineering’s quite a demanding course,” he admits, looking into his lap. “I’m not really that interesting–”

“Oh, shut up.”

His eyes flick to yours, surprised. “I’m sorry?”

“Don’t lie. You must do something,” You press, leaning an elbow on the desk. Your chin is in your palm again, but this time you’re fully looking. No pretense, no quickly looking away— fully staring at him. “You got hobbies. Everyone does. Friends? Are you in some secret society?”

His mouth twitches slightly. “Uh, no. No secret society," he says. “I have friends, sure, but we usually just.. Chill. Nothing crazy.”

“Mhm.” You let it breathe for a second, looking out of the window, at nothing in particular. Then slowly, intentionally, you let your gaze drift back to his face. “Girlfriend?”

His reaction is subtle, but you catch the way he blinks, eyes flicking away from yours.

“Oh– no. I don’t,” he says, trying to roll one of his sleeves up further, but there’s nowhere left to go.

Shocker.

“Really?” your tone lifts somewhat artificially .

He nods, more certain this time. “Yeah.”

“Huh,” You say, like you’re considering that. You tilt your head. “That’s surprising. You’re cute.”

Now he does look a little flustered. You wonder if he realises that his ears are turning pink.

“Oh,” he says, stiffly. Gives a tight nod. “Thanks.”

“Boyfriend?”

“No,” He blurts, way too quickly. “I– uh–”

“ – Don’t swing that way?” You finish for him. “I figured. You should consider it. You’d be popular.”

That earns you another half-laugh, although this one sounds shakier, and suddenly, so is his eye contact.

“I mean,” He says, directly into the desk. “It’s just– well. I guess I don’t really think about… Uh. That stuff.”

You raise an eyebrow. “That ‘stuff’? You mean, like dating?”

“Yeah, pretty much,” He says, pausing, and then, because he likes to be precise, he adds, “Not right now.”

“Oh, sure,” You smile lightly. “I get that. Sometimes it’s better to skip the drama and just focus on school..”

There’s a brief silence, but you let it breathe a little. Give him some recuperation time before you start with the heavy hitters. You can probably wait a little longer, but impatience gets the better of you.

Here goes.

“What about casual?” You say, in the same cadence one might ask for the time.

He coughs. “Oh, that’s—um. I don’t– uh..”

“Friends with benefits, fuckbuddies,” you drawl, nonchalant as anything. “You know: casual. No strings.”

Complete silence.

Yuta has gone deathly still. This isn’t like his usually calm steady focus; he’s actually stuck, a deer in the headlights. You watch his fingers curl against his notebook, knuckles faintly tense, eyes darting all over the page. Poor guy doesn’t know what to do with himself.

“It’s really…” He starts, then the words get stuck in his throat. He swallows. He tries again. “I’ve never really–”

“Never!?” You’d like to think you’re controlling your excitement, but the speed at which his head snaps up makes you think you might be failing. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to answer but…” Stop smiling. ”—are you…”

He shakes his head quickly. “No!”

“Oh.” Bummer.

“Not never, I– I just don’t– it’s not really something I–”

“Think about?” you echo, softer now.

“Yeah.”

You watch him like a hawk, but he doesn’t once look in your direction. His gaze is trained downward, like he’ll spontaneously combust if he dares to make eye contact with you.

You lean even further forward, a smile tugging at your lips.

“Try it now.”

His posture stiffens immediately. “Try what?”

“Think about it, I mean,” you say, like the idea just suddenly came to you. “Let’s say– hypothetically– there was someone who was interested in, uh, that kind of engagement. With you. Would you say no?”

“I– “ He falters, voice getting smaller. “I mean– I can’t really say. I guess that would depend.”

“On?”

He shrugs uselessly. “A lot of things. My schedule. The person– “

“The person,” You smile. “Obviously. You have a type, right? Let’s talk about that.”

“You know, maybe we should get back to-”

“Well, let’s say there’s a girl,” You cut him off smoothly, gesturing like you’re discussing the weather. “You know her well enough. Cool, pretty, fat ass,” you add that last part just to see him shift in his seat. Whether it’s true or not, it works. “One day, you’re chilling and she’s dropping hints. Asks you if you want to stay a little longer. You’d say…?”

“Well, I mean,” He starts, clicking his pen furiously. If he was anyone else, you’d call this stalling. “I’d um.. Probably ask what she wants to do?”

You laugh. You can’t help it. Of course he would.

“You can’t be fucking serious,” you snort, shaking your head.

“I am,” He insists, laughing a little himself, still a touch of pink lingering in his cheeks. “I just– I mean, I wouldn’t want to assume.”

“Oh definitely not. Can’t have that. God forbid you assume,” you mutter, sarcasm barely hidden.

He lets out a small breath, something between embarrassment and defensiveness. “I just think it’s better if we’re clear.”

You’re at your wits end. Exasperated. Once again, you find it hard to believe he’s not making this hard on purpose. But fine. Since he wants clarity so bad.

Your chair screeches abruptly as you stand up, marching right up to him in two smooth steps. Then you lean against the table, pleasantly aware of the way your thighs are spreading against its edge. Yuta’s got nowhere else to look, and you can see the moment he short-circuits, looking up at you like you’re about to deliver some divine punishment. Or blessing.

You fold your arms under your chest, staring down at him, straight faced.

“She wants to fuck you,” you state, loud and plain. “She wants you to fuck her. She wants to fuck. I wanna fuck. You.”

His eyes grow to the size of mini golf balls. His mouth opens, then closes, then opens again.

“Oh,” is all he says. The silence stretches as you stare at him, and he looks at quite literally anything else, lips crumpling as he swallows nothing.

Then, he moves. Sudden and clumsy, gripping the arms of his chair. There’s a loud scrape as he pushes back, a sudden wince when he stands too quickly and his knee bumps the underside of the desk.

“You know, we should—uh— probably—” he starts, already half turned, retreating.

Your hand shoots out without you thinking.

You catch his wrist.

He stops.

“Yuta,” you start, voice soft. You can’t see his face but you know he’s tense- you can see the way his back rises and falls with a slow unsteady breath. “You.. you don’t want to?”

There’s a pause. Long enough for your hold to loosen. Something faintly unpleasant turns low in your stomach.

But then he turns, painfully slow, until he’s facing you. Now he’s close. Closer than he’s ever been before, so close you can make out the little moles on his neck, the specks of dark blue in his tired eyes.

He looks down at your hand on his wrist, then back to your face.

“It’s not that, it’s just—“ he’s barely above a whisper. “…I don’t know,” His other hand flies up to the back of his neck. “I’m… not good with this, uh..kind of thing. Clearly.”

He’s so shy, he can barely get the words out, all his sentences fading out at their end, like he’s somehow hoping you won’t hear.

“That’s okay,” You murmur, letting yourself smile. “I don’t mind. I like that you’re kinda awkward.”

He lets out another nervous chuckle, but his breath stutters halfway as you slowly bring his hand up to meet your face.

“Y-Yeah?” He asks, voice tight as he watches you press a tentative kiss to the inside of his wrist.

“Yeah. It’s cute.” Your climbing arousal has your voice dropping to a gentle purr. “I like a lot of things about you, Yuta. You’ve got really nice hands,” you kiss one of his knuckles and he sucks in a breath. “Has anyone told you that before?”

The look on his face when he realises what you’re about to do is priceless. His mouth goes crooked, shock gives way to something… visceral, flickering in those soft, dark eyes. It only makes the moment all the more rewarding when you slide his slender index finger between your lips.

“N-no,” His voice trembles as he whispers, prompting a muted giggle from you. You suck soft and mild, rolling your tongue once, twice around his finger, before pulling off him with a crude ‘pop’. He shudders at the sound, and when you glance down, you’re pleased to discover you’re having the exact effect you intended.

His eyes follow yours, then quickly dart away.

“You liked that?”

He’s too embarrassed to say anything, but then again, he doesn’t need to. His erection’s talking for him.

“Good,” you murmur, still holding his hand. “Let’s find out what else you like, hm?”

It’s almost imperceptible, so fast that if you blinked, you’d have missed it; the fleeting, but sure flick of his gaze to your breasts.

You grin.

“My tits?” You cock your head, teasing. Yuta is trying, and failing, to stop looking at them. “Yuta Okkotsu: tits guy,” you snicker. “Who’d have guessed?”

His smile is small, sheepish, hesitant.

“You can touch, you know,” You urge, moving his hand a little lower down so that it’s hovering just above the curve of your breast. His other hand comes up naturally, like there’s some invisible magnetic pull that he can’t quite resist. But just as he’s about to make contact, he gets a hold of himself, stopping abruptly.

His eyes meet yours again, and the genuine concern in them, his silent plea for confirmation; it just melts you.

“Go on,” you nod sweetly.

And then he’s cupping your tits like they’re made of liquid gold, like if he’s too rough you’ll spill. A low hum comes from your throat when he applies gentle pressure, slowly, slowly kneading the swell of flesh.

“Holy shit. You’re so soft,” he mutters, and it sears something in you. You’ve hardly heard him curse. “Is— is this okay?”

But now you’re the one who’s short on words. All you do is nod dumbly, your back instinctively curving up to meet him as best you can.

He squeezes, a little firmer this time, his thumbs grazing over your nipples and there’s that delicious friction, the sure brush of fabric over the sweet spot. A broken little sound floats from your mouth before you can stop it.

His motion stills. You swear you see the tiniest curl at the corner of your mouth.

Then pain. Your eyes snap shut. Two short electric zings that travel right through your middle and down to your clit, transforming into pleasure somewhere along the way.

He pinched you.

When you open your eyes again, he’s not looking down anymore. His hands work automatically but he’s watching your face, watching your eyes, your mouth, combing for a reaction.

“Y/N.”

“Mhm?”

“Have you..thought about this a lot?” he asks, but there’s a rasped edge to his words now, voice tinged with craving.

“I have, yeah,” you breathe. It feels good to be able to admit it after all this time, to have him grope you just as you like, his touch just as careful, but far more certain, than you’d imagined. “You’re just so fucking cute. ‘Specially when you’re teaching. It’s all I can think about. ”

He pulls away for just a moment, only an inch, his eyebrows raised in surprise. Then there’s a shift, and it’s blatant.

Something darkens in gaze. He’s focussed, utterly concentrated, like if he takes his eyes off of your you might poof into thin air.

“You.. you mean that?”

That’s all it takes. There’s something so earnest about the question, something that reaches right inside you and tugs on that thin string of restraint that’s been somehow holding you together these past three weeks. And as it unravels, your hand slides into the back of his head, the other fist curls into his hoodie, and you pull down– hard– and kiss him.

Clumsily, to start with.

All urgency, too much pressure as if you’re trying to make up for all the lost time in one go, your lips moving against him without a sure rhythm; just greed and unhoned lust.

He doesn’t move right away. There’s some hesitation, his brain catching up. It’s only when your tongue laps pleadingly at his bottom lip that he seems to come to you. To here and now.

The flip is immediate. You gasp into him when you feel his hands grasp the fat of your thighs, decisively easing them apart and slotting himself squarely between your legs. Then his palms run up your sides until he finds the small of your waist, and pulls you flush against him, so that you can feel his erection poking at your lower abdomen.

He tilts his head, chasing a better angle, and at long, long last, Yuta Okkotsu is actually kissing you. Not just reacting but pressing his soft lips against yours with a quiet hunger that makes you shiver in his hold, his fingertips dig into you gently like he’s anchoring you, or himself, or the both of you.

In all of your dirty daydreams, you’d been so consumed by your own heedless lust that you’d never considered that Yuta’s would be this… present. A little frenetic, maybe, but it’s endearing, the way his hips twitch without him meaning to, so that the hard curve in his jeans bumps against your clit just so, where your panties are growing a damp spot, no doubt. And those little sounds of his, not quite moans, not quite grunts, but just quiet breathy sighs, something on the edge of a whimper.

He’s losing it, you think, when he drags his hand across you chest, groping with a newfound confidence, hard enough this time to a moan from your lips.

Oh, fuck, I’m losing it.

And you are. Losing restraint, losing patience. Losing your mind a little.

His hoodie; you tug twice at the hem, an impatient, silent demand: you want it gone, right now. For the first time, Yuta obeys without hesitation. He breaks the kiss, pulling back enough to grab it, dragging it up and over his head in a smooth motion, his hair flopping back into place a second later a little tousled from the action.

He’s already surging forward again, hands reaching for you–

But you stop him.

“Wait,” you instruct, fingertips at his chest.

He stills, reluctantly. You hold him there, arm’s length, and properly take him in.

He’s lean, in that unassuming way, but there’s way more definition there than you’d have ever guessed. Subtle from afar maybe, but when you’re this close it’s unmistakable. His shoulders are broader than they look under his usual layers, collarbones sharp, dotted with a few more of those gorgeous little moles that scatter down across his toned chest. When he fixes his posture, the muscles flutter with quiet strength.

He’s blushing again. You’d be able to tell even if his face was covered; the pale skin of his neck is faintly flushed.

“...What?” He asked quietly, voice uneven.

“Full of surprises, aren’t you?”

He blinks. “I am?”

“Hiding all this under your baggy sweatshirts and nerdy little jumpers…” You gesture vaguely, heart swelling at the way his fingers curl and loosen at his sides. It’s so easy to make him nervous. “You a secret gym rat or something?”

He gives a half-hearted shrug, “I train a little. Nothing much.”

“Yuta,” you deadpan, eyes grazing over him again. “You have abs.”

“Nah, that’s just ‘cause I’m skinny,” he murmurs, lightly amused. “I'm pretty small right now… at least compared to my goal.”

Oh God, he has a goal. You’d pinch the life out of his cheeks right now, if you weren’t entirely too horny for wholesome.

“Hm,” you hum instead, lazily feeling up the bitable curve of his bicep. “Well, I happen to be a big fan of your slutty little waist. So don’t start none of that bodybuilding shit, m’kay?”

That earns an airy chuckle from him. “Yes ma’am.”

If only he knew how that sounded in your ears. Although, it’s looking like he’ll soon find out.

“Good.”

Your fingers skate down his frame dragging over the ridges of surprisingly firm torso, over his belt and right down to where the fabric of his jeans is pulled taut. You only so much as brush against what you think is his tip, and he’s already shuddering against you.

“Y/N,” he breathes, voice cracking. “W-wait—“

But you’re determined, working at his zipper with such fervour that he has to physically grab your hands to get your attention.

You look up to meet his endless pupils, blown wide so that there remains just a thin ring of slate coloured hue.

“I—,” he pants hoarsely, his hair slightly tousled from your exploration. He swallows. “— I wanna try something first. Wanna … taste you,” His eyes dart away as he adds, with a soft neediness, “Please.”

Electric pleasure spikes between your legs so sharp that you worry for a second that you might actually come.

“Oh. Okay,” you blink, grounding yourself. He’s killing you. “Okay. Er.. have you done it before?”

“Only once,” he answers, but he’s already disappearing from view, lowering himself kneeling. You lean forward, because you can’t stand to miss a second, relishing in the way those round eyes gleam up at you, utterly reverent, utterly devoted.

“I mean—“

“I can learn fast. Trust me” He insists, already sounding a little dazed, his long fingers working at the waist band of your shorts. You wriggle your pelvis to help him, and before you know it the pink fabric is sliding down past your knees, and is soon left dangling at your ankle. All that remains is soaked, see-through cotton which he peels away with delicate precision until you feel the slight cool air on your hot core, and finally you’re completely bare. You hear his breath catch at the sight.

“...You okay there?”

He doesn’t respond right away, and for a moment you’re convinced you really have broken him.

Then he clears his throat.

“You’re…” He starts, but he’s barely talking to you anymore. One of his deft fingers merely slides between your folds, just about nudging your clit. You jerk so suddenly that you almost feel bad for startling him, until you look down and realise he hasn’t so much as flinched. “You’re soaking,” he mumbles. He’s got that same distantly focussed expression as when he’s talking you through equations, although this time it looks far better, because.. Well.. he’s between your legs.

“That’s all you,” you coo, steadying yourself with one hand flat against the desk behind you, whilst the other finds home in his hair, gently ruffling it. “It’s that voice of yours. Gets me all wet and worked up.” You flash down a grin upon hearing what sounded like a failed attempt at holding back a moan. “Pretty ain’t it?”

Your only response is a wordless nod, and you’re realising that when he’s in this state, you’re not likely to get many words from him at all. His mental processing is hijacked.

You feel the pad of his finger circle your clit with brutal slowness, and any last bit of patience you’ve been clinging to dissipates at once.

“Your mouth, babe,” you almost groan. “Need your mouth.”

“Right. Yeah. Okay.”

He’s cautious, to start with, naturally. At first there’s just soft fleeting kitten licks, his tongue darting out at the luckiest angle. All the build-up has left you almost embarrassingly sensitive, each flick sending a little static jolt right to the knot that’s clenching low in your stomach.

A good start, considering his inexperience. But you need more.

“Why don’t you try– fuck– kissing it?” You encourage letting your hand fall to caress the underside of his jaw. “Kind of like how you’d kiss me?”

That does the trick.

As if your words were some sort of spell, suddenly he just gets it. You let out a surprised squeak when he suddenly wraps a lithely muscled arm around your hips, scooting you closer to the edge of the desk, deepening his own access. Somewhere, you’re not sure if it's your doing or his, or a joint effort, your legs end up hooked over his shoulders. He pulls away, takes a breath, and then quite literally falls head first into your pussy.

“Oh,” you gasp, when those soft lips close around your clit and he sucks. Gentle, but insistent. Your head tips backwards, and you have to bite your lip to keep yourself from yelping as his tongue presses zaps of pleasure right into you. “Oh, God. Like that. Yes, yes, just like that. Shit.”

Apparently emboldened by your praise, Yuta gets the bright idea to slide two fingers; the middle and ring ones, you can tell by the cool sting of metal, down your warm plump folds, pressing firm against the opening, before pushing inside. The pressure as he starts to thrust careful yet deliberate, has your upper thighs trembling,

“You taste amazing, Y/N” you hear– no– feel Yuta sigh against you, the tip of his nose bumping your clit just right, the subtle vibration skittering through down your inner thighs. “I love it. Love this so much.”

Then that gorgeous mouth is working over you again, and with every dizzying second, the rabid desire in your core grows wilder, and sharper, and the edges of your mind grow fuzzier and fuzzier.

You try to slow your breathing, try to squeeze your stomach tight and slow down the pending crash, but just as you think you’re controlling it, you notice that your moans are now being harmonised with. You try to look down— your abdominal muscles aren’t functioning at their best this second, but through your blurred vision and the difficult angle, you can just about see his furrowed eyebrows, the soft sweep of his lashes, and if those pleased little hums of his are anything to go by, it’s clear he wasn’t lying; he really does love this.

The thought alone has your grip on his silky strands tightening, your broken moans rising in pitch as need twists through you, twisting and twisting until, all at once, the pressure becomes too much.

“Oh my fucking God-“

Your hand flies to your mouth. You bite the fleshy part of your hand, just under your thumb, but don’t quite manage to suppress a short, shaking, shout.

Your orgasm is unforgiving. It rips through you in a sheer wave of euphoria, and for a second every muscle in your body goes limp, your chest heaving. Yuta’s tongue strokes you softly through each ebb of pleasure, and time sort of blurs until your back on earth.

When Yuta comes to stand again, his face is glistening . His breathing almost matches yours.

You peer at him through wet lashes.

“‘Only once’ my ass,” you mumble, every word still shivering. “There’s no way that was your second time giving head. I don’t believe you.”

His shiny lips spread to a toothy grin.

“I’m glad you think I’m lying,” He says, so cheerily it borders, arrogant. “But I’m not.” He’s leaning over your shaking body, in his eyes there’s a hungry gleam. He’s smug, you realise, a smile of your own coming on.

“Oh, yeah?” you whisper, genuinely taken aback by this newfound confidence. You might actually have ruined him. “So, what– natural talent?”

Is there a pussy-eating gene? Do genes even do that?

Oh shit. Is this what dumbification feels like!?

“I don’t think so,” He laughs quietly, the boyishness creeping in again. “You made it easy to learn. You’re er… pretty.. Responsive? I just listened, I guess.”

It could just be the work of the magical fairies that float around your mind and make everything all gooey after an orgasm, but you’re pretty sure that’s the sweetest thing a guy’s ever told you during sex. Completely honest, undressed of ego, just a boy doing his best to learn your body.

You have nothing to say. You just cradle his face close to yours and kiss him. Not frantic and careless like before; this time your lips are lazy, doting. He melts into you, letting you taste your own salty sweetness on his tongue.

“You’re too fucking precious,” you smile, pulling away. His eyes flutter closed when you peck his nose. “You did such a good job, Yuta. So good to me. How am I gonna reward you, hm? We can do anything you want.”

He blinks. “Anything?”

“You’ve earned it, don’t you think?” You run a hand over the firm plane of his chest, then drift finger over the dark wispy hair leading you right to your prize. “I can suck you off, let you come down my throat. Hm? Would you like that?”

You bite your lip, watching his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows thickly, his grip on your upper thighs tightening as if by reflex.

“Well, maybe we could…” he starts, then stops. Looks up to the ceiling and starts again , and starts again. “I mean, if you’re comfortable with it— it’s completely up to you, of course.. ah, shit. I’m making it weird—“

“You wanna fuck me, huh?”

A beat. Two.

Then he starts rambling.You sigh.

“It’s fine, w-we don’t have to-“

“Babe,” you interrupt, firm and sure, “Respectfully—,” You hook two fingers into the waistband of his jeans and draw him in, his eyes widening with surprise. “— I need you to shut up and get these off. Now.”

He visibly short circuits, mouth opening and closing like he’s forgotten how to produce noise from it. But sure enough, something settles. He draws in a ragged breath, and you miss the heat of his hands when he moves them to his zipper, fingers making deft work. You think about sitting on your hands but not quickly enough to cancel out your more pressing instincts- to reach into his briefs and pull him free yourself.

So you do.

The good news: his dick is just as pretty as the rest of him. The better news: he’s bigger than one would guess, looking at the rest of him.

“Goddamn,” you rasp a laugh once you’ve found your breath again, cradling the weight of his warm cock in one hand. “Good for you.”

Poor guy; he’s so hard it looks like it must hurt. You watch a little glistening pearl roll down his glossy tip, so deep a red that it more closely resembles the slight maroon of an early bruise. His muscles ripple, flexing involuntarily as you ghost a finger over the fat head down to the thick root, tracing the most prominent vein like one would a map.

“You okay?” you ask, letting those puppy eyes hold you for a moment.

“Yeah,” He says softly. You quirk an eyebrow; his twitching face and heaving chest suggest otherwise. “Yeah, I think so.”

His dick jumps when you wrap your fingers around him, and you can see him physicall fighting the urge to fuck your hand, hips punching forward, chasing you. Both of you watch with bated breath as you line him up with your entrance, and you’re suddenly choked with pure want.

He’s moaning well before his tip kisses your pussy. Then you’re hit by a drugging wave of sensation as he sinks into you, and—

“Oh fu-uck,” he rasps, the word broken by the tiniest sob. Suddenly he’s collapsing into you, breaths shivering out of him as his forehead falls against your shoulder. “Ah, shit! Wait—“ his pitchy sighs send pricks all over your ear, his face buried in your neck. “Oh, fuck, Y/N, ‘m gonna—“

“Shhh-sh-sh,” your voice is silvery and calming, and you try your hardest to fight the reflex to squeeze around him. Your hand curves into his nape, gently combing the hair there. “No, you’re not. Not yet. I need you to hold it. You can do that for me, can’t you?” You press a kiss into his hair. “Just go real slow, yeah?”

For a couple seconds he just stays there, panting hard into your ear, his fists balling and loosening on either side of you, like he’s trying to grip through the table.

But, he manages to draw back, just barely. He just sort of drags his face upwards until his forehead bumps gently against yours, and you get to see his pupils dilate, his breaths gradually getting back to a less concerning pace.

“O-okay,” he whispers, so close that he almost kisses you as he says it. You watch his eyelids grow heavy, his jaw clenching as he grabs the underside of your thighs, holding your legs up for better access so that your feet are dangling. He nods, more to himself. “Okay. Alright.”

And then he’s filling you, stretching you— slow, decadent like you said — and the pleasure forces your eyes closed. You just lean back, one palm flat against the table, the other still tangled in his hair, and let yourself take it. Take him.

“Mhm. That’s good, Yuta,” you sigh, as he finds a gradual rhythm. He’s still quivery, hips stuttering once every slow careful thrusts, but he is, undoubtedly, fucking you. It’s tender and luscious and you can’t keep yourself from fluttering around him, can’t fully bite back the wringing gasps. Neither can he, choking out little moans. “Talk to me,” you urge.

“Feel so good.” He sounds vaguely drunk, shy smile a little wonky from lust. “God, Y/N, so fucking good. You’re so w-warm, shit.”

There’s the slightest growl to that last part, and the novel sound makes something crack in you. You don’t even realise that your hand has snaked back down to his neck, until he whimpers again, and your eyes snap open to see your fingers around his throat, and his lips slightly parted and his eyes fluttering closed.

“You like that, Yuta?” You grip, dragging him down to meet you for a clumsy, wet kiss. “Like when I choke you like this?”

His lip is red and a little swollen from your biting, and his nose bumps yours when he nods rapidly.

“I-I do,” he stammers. Your airy moan coalesces into a dark laugh.

“You’re nasty,” You grin, letting your hand slide down the hard planes of his torso, slithering around to his back. “Such a good boy, aren’t you?” You prompt, just for the thrill of hearing him gasp—

“Fuck— I mean, yes, shit, yes,” He goes in for your neck, licking at your skin as hips start to meet you with more force. you writhe against him, rolling your hips as best you can. “Tell me what to do, Y/N. Wanna make you feel good.”

“Deeper,” you command. “More. Need more of you Yuta.”

Actually, you’re pretty damn full, to be honest. But seeing the tortured bliss on his face makes it easy for gluttony to override the physical limitations.

You’re asking for a lot, you know, and yet somehow, he delivers. Grits his teeth, holds on tight and thrusts, hard, and the spike of pressure pushes some incoherent sound out of you.

You hold onto him, fingers digging into his lithe muscle. Your breath hitches, as that riding tide of relief begins to show itself again. And still he fucks you harder, rutting his pelvis into you like he’s in heat.

“Fuck, please,” he chants, pressing into you with such force that your abandoned pens jump and rattle against the table, sheets of paper drifting to the floor. “Oh God, I—“

His words get swallowed up by some strangled sound when the first, tight flutterings of your impending orgasm start. His strokes are getting messier too, and you revel in his rising whines.

“Shit, I’m gonna come,” He pants, his body becoming rigid against you. He drops your legs, finds the curve of your hips and squeezes, and you respond by clamping around him. You can see the instant his panic blooms, thrusts becoming uncontrolled. “W-wait— I need to—“

His eyes screw shut as he attempts to pull out. But you’re stubborn, rocking back desperately, chasing that ache.

He’s almost crimson in the cheeks. “Shit—wait, let me—“

“Inside me. I’m on the pill,” You manage to rasp out, peering at him through one half open eye. He’s right on the edge. Of crying, or coming or both, you’re too blissed and his face is too crunched up to tell. Hopefully, it’s one of the latter. “Please.”

“B-but I—Oh fuck—“

“In-side,” you hiss through clenched teeth, grabbing both sides of his head and yanking him close to your face. His eyes grow wide when you groan, “Don’t you fucking dare pull out.”

And then they drift closed, and his eyebrows pull up at their centre and he’s moaning, burrowing deep inside you like he’s trying to touch your spine with his throbbing cock, and you feel that delicious, liquidy heat pump into you.

You watch him utterly fascinated, an ache in your chest so intense that soon you’re shuddering too, and suddenly that ache is all throughout your tummy and your legs and you’re gasping for air as you come sharp, hard.

There’s that woozy, giddy feeling again. The room is wobbling a little, but you can feel Yuta slowing inside you, hear his breathless, trembling laugh. When you find the strength to open your eyes, he’s still slumped against you, murmuring something into the hollow of your shoulder.

“I— fuck. Sorry,” He breathes, and you watch intently, enjoying the slick sound as he slowly glides out of you, still just about hard, his cock shining and glazed with his own come. In his absence, you feel the creamy substance trickle slowly down your walls, which are still riding out the last few spasms. He’s transfixed on the lewd display, obsessed with the sight himself spilling out of you and into a tiny pool on the desk.

“For?”

He forces his sleepy gaze to your face.

“Well,” He starts, bashful smile creeping back in. “Probably could’ve been… uh… neater.”

“I don’t think you could babe,” you snort, playfully tapping his cheek. “Anyway, we’ll work on that. Next week.”

Yuta lets out a short helpless laugh, dragging a hand over his face. Defeated in the best way.

“This is crazy.”

You just grin.

With the way he’s looking at you though, still flushed, still a little undone, waiting until next week already feels optimistic. Might be best to have an emergency session at the weekend.

Strictly academic reasons. Obviously.

*****

JUST THINKING ABOUT play fighting with yuuji that accidentally ends up in dry humping and him cumming in his pants. yuuji loves messing around with you, throwing you over his shoulder, pinning you down on the couch, manhandling you just to hear you curse and smack at him between giggles.

it started domestic — humming along to a soft playlist while you two split doing the dishes, until yuuji decided to give your ass a slap with the dish towel and you retaliated. chasing him down the hallway to the bedroom only for him to haul you over muscled shoulder and plop you down on the couch in the living room despite your squeals of protest.

"ready to give up?" he huffs down at you, scarred palms pinning down your wrists, amusement glittering in his eyes as he watched you struggle against his grip.

you pull a face up at him, tilting your hips up, trying to flip the two of you over. "never."

the temperature in the room rockets with a few degrees because instead of finding leverage you find the hard, heavy reality of him. yuuji's cock strains against the heavy denim of his jeans and he lets out a muffled whimper bitten back behind his teeth when you nudge your hips just the slightest inch closer. he didn't scramble back, the friction cause his brain to short circuit. his hands, ones that once held your wrists, fly down to your waist in a half hearted effort to stop you from moving too much against him.

a raw, pathetic sound—half-whimper, half-groan—got caught in the back of his throat as he slumped his forehead against your shoulder, his entire body suddenly feeling twice as heavy. you didn't mind the extra weight being pressed down on you, feeling his body tremble with restraint. stay. be still. be a good boy for you. he really was trying his best.

for a long moment neither of you dare to move, chest moving against chest, one unsteady heartbeat fluttering to catch up with another. instead of pulling away, his hips stuttered forward, a clumsy, needy twitch, pressing the rigid length of him firmly against the center of your jeans.

"wait, wait..." he breathes into the crook of your neck, his voice cracking on the last syllable. he sounded fucked out and he hasn't even done anything. "don't move. please, just—don't move for a second."

yuuji has always been far too easy to read, always leaving his heart and his thoughts on his sleeve, but this was different... he looked down at you, his eyes glassy and pleading, his face a messy, dark crimson where a furious blush had spread over his cheeks, all the way to the tips of his ears. he looked completely undone by the simple sensation of your denim rubbing against him.

"i'm sorry," he whispered, though he didn't stop, his hips rolling forward between the softness of your thighs, right against your own denim shorts, seeking the heat and friction you offered. when you let out a small, breathy sound he leaned into it with more of his weight, another involuntary buck of his hips sending a jolt through both of you. "i’m so sorry, but it feels—you feel so good. I can't... i can't help it..." he breathes against your collarbone, his voice damp with need.

yuuji buried forehead into your shoulder as he tried to stifle a sob of overstimulated need. every time you arched up your hips just a little bit more, meeting his clumsy, stuttering thrusts, a small, pathetic whimper escaped him despite how hard he tries to swallow them down.

"you’re so worked up, Yuuji," you whisper against his temple where a droplet of sweat beads, your voice a low murmur, a sharp contrast to his frantic energy. you shift your hips just enough to catch the head of him through his pants, grinding a slow, agonizing circle, drawing out his demise. "look at you. you’re shaking. is it really that good just rubbing against me?"

"please," he gasped and the word itself sounds pained. he sounded small and desperate, entirely at your mercy. "please, don't—if you keep... I can't hold it. I'm gonna mess up my clothes, I'm gonna—ah!"

you couldn't stop. not when he was already so far into the deepened. instead, you hooked a leg around his waist, pulling him even deeper into the friction, forcing him to feel every inch of your body beneath him. "go ahead, yu," you cooed. "want you to make a mess."

"i'm sorry, i'm so sorry—i'm—" yuuji choked on his own breath, his eyes rolling back as his entire body went rigid. a hot, heavy dampness immediately began to spread between your thighs, soaking through his boxers and staining the front of his jeans. he let out a broken and pathetic moan, his head tipping forward into the crook of your neck as he spent himself entirely, his pulse thundering where you could feel his chest pressed against your skin. his hips continued to twitch as he rode out the last waves of his orgasm, whimpering every now and then from the sensitivity.

he stayed there for a long moment, twitching weakly, the scent of him and his pleasure thick in the air between your bodies. when he finally looks up he looks utterly ruined, his chest heaving, his hair messy and his cheeks flushed a deeper red than before.

"i’m so pathetic," he managed to whine against your lips as he kisses you — his way of apologizing — his voice thick with a mix of shame and the lingering post-orgasmic daze. he frowns softly when he pulls away, brows knitted together in an adorable frown. "i didn't even... we didn't even take our clothes off."

"want a round two?"

yuuji nearly trips getting up from the couch to tug off his jeans.

i think that modulo yuuji has you wear his modulo jacket when he fucks you sometimes, zipped down low enough to watch your breasts bounce under the material when he has you flat on your back — grinning all sickly sweet cause your nipples get so so sensitive when the synthetic nylon rubs against them :( maybe he pulls the hood over your face too, watching the tears peek out from underneath it as they roll down your cheeks in a streaking hot path …

“are you crying, baby? tryna hide it from me?”

leaning down, to your height where his palms support his weight over you — peering under the hood with those dark, chocolatey eyes that just eat you up. your thighs shake either side of his waist, where yuuji slots between them like a missing puzzle piece. like he belongs between them. smacking into yours, heavy and hard, pelvis grinding against that aching clit. then he coos and leers down at you as though his dick isn’t deep in your stomach, dragging along your stimulated walls. probably laughs too, pressing down on your tummy where his cock bulges through the unzipped layers of the jacket…

“i know, i know, pretty girl. I’d be crying too if i felt this good…”

it’s like he’s goading you into it, dragging you into your high word by word. leaving you no choice but to let that wound up chord unravel and your juices splash out against his tummy, webbing over pinkish-whitish pubic hair. then yuuji leans back, proud whilst you blubber and whine — pushing a hand through his sweaty faded hair, strands all out of place as he grins.

“that’s right, baby… make a mess of my shit. ruin this dick. ruin my clothes. wanna be able to smell you on it after.”

he doesn’t mind if you’re cooking, reading, watching a movie… he needs to have contact with it in any form that he can. you’re laying on your stomach, biting your nails after you ate the whole popcorn bucket, in tension due to the movie you’re watching.

only for him to jump on the bed and bury his face on it while palming each asscheek. he will shake his head against your flesh, covered by some sweatpants, while you tell him to go away.

smacking it when you’re cooking, a loud noise that echoes through the kitchen and makes you smack his biceps in revenge (a hit that he barely feels).

“it’s just so perfect, baby. look at it” he mutters before smacking it again and pressing himself against you.

“you’re such a caveman” you sigh, yet you start lowering your sweats slowly down the curve of your ass. his mouth waters at the sight and grinds against your know bare skin, burying his face in your neck.

“trust me, i control myself a lot more than a caveman could” yuji bites your neck, his cock aching before he frees himself and pushes into your tight pussy. “fuck yourself, sweetheart. lemme see your ass shaking”

two big hands are laid on your hips while you move back and forth, filling yourself with his huge cock, every thrust making you melt more and more against him. your breaths are quick, his grip bruising as you feel the knot on your lower stomach tightening. “yuji—!”

SHARING IS CARING - PART 3

Yuuji spends another evening in Megumi's room, happily taking what his best friend offers him (his girl).

Pairing: Megumi x Reader (female) x Yuuji Genre: smut + fluff Word Count: 4.5k Warnings: 18+, smut, all three of them have sex with each other (eiffel tower position with Reader in the middle), polyamorous vibes, kissing, oral, fingering, squirting, double creampie, cum-eating, dom!Megumi, lots of praise, dirty talk. All three are very horny for each other, but also super cute. All characters are of age. Minors don't interact.

Part 1 + Part 2

After Megumi and you spent that sexy evening with Yuuji, things between the three of you changed. But not in a bad way at all. The three of you have just become even closer. It's a new kind of intimacy.

Like when you catch yourself squeezing Yuuji's arm when he makes a joke, and your hand lingers much too long, your fingers slowly tracing his biceps before you pull away again. Or when Megumi gives the back of Yuuji's head a smack when Yuuji is doing something stupid, but then ruffles Yuuji's hair affectionately afterward. Or when Yuuji catches up with Megumi and you in the hallway and throws a strong arm around each of you, laughing his loud laugh, and pulling the two of you along, not letting go all the way to your destination.

It's sweet. It's exciting. It makes you crave more. Luckily, you don't have to wait too long. Megumi, Yuuji, and you sit in the cafeteria together, sipping your drinks, when Yuuji leans back on his chair and scratches his hair in that cute sheepish way, looking thoughtful before he blurts out,

"Hey, how about we do something tonight? The three of us together. We could go see a movie!"

And Megumi beside you, huffs and puts his black coffee on the table, long fingers playing with the cup while his dark blue eyes look deeply into his best friend's,

"I'm not watching another one of your weird movies, but how about you come to my room, and the three of us find something else to do?"

You feel your heart race at Megumi's words, knowing exactly what will happen if Yuuji comes to his room tonight. You lift your head to look at the two boys, and bite your lip when they both turn their heads to look at you, blue eyes and golden eyes, each filled with the same craving you feel.