just, friends? | yuta okkotsu x afab! reader
warnings: 18+, minors dni! enemies to lovers(ish), yuta is mean, sparring/fighting, (do you count that?), dom! yuta, a lil possessive, marking, nipple play, shower sex, spiting, slight exhibitionism, reader gets called baby, language, pussy inspection, oral (f!receiving), orgasm denial, dacryphilia, cervix fucking, tummy buldge, creampie, unprotected sex (wear ur raincoat), slight dumbification, reader gets spanked once, dirty talk (kinda ig), squirting, cum eating, cum … swapping.
w/c: 3.5k
a/n: back on my yuta brainrot. another thank you to @xshinigamikittenx for being my beta-reader. you’re awesome and your comments make my day. kissing u softly. REPOST TO SEE SOMETHING.
“Hey, watch it Okkotsu!” you grumbled towards the raven haired man who bumped shoulders with you as you walked on opposite sides of the pathway on campus.
“Maybe if you watched where you were walking, you would have seen me.” He rolled his eyes as he turned on his heels.
You didn’t know what it was but everything about Yuta Okkotsu made your blood boil. Everything he had, everything he was- you just hated. His stupid smirk that would plaster across his face when Gojo congratulated him on another job well done, even though you were his assigned partner for it. His cursed technique always got all the attention. Yuta is so special. Yuta is going to be the strongest. Yuta was the bane of your existence. You knew he didn’t like you either because he always requested to go on missions with you because your cursed tools worked well with him- he preferred to fight in close range whereas you were the long range assistance. You felt as though he asked for you because he knew he would get all the credit and he could rub it in later on. You were just as naturally gifted with your abilities as he was. But it was always about dumb Yuta.
You got so lost in frustrating thoughts you had walked an entire circle around campus. Well, what better way to blow off some steam then go train in the dojo? You took a moment to compose yourself and turned to go back in the direction of the training room.
You pushed open the tall, wooden doors to find your teacher inside. “Oh, Gojo. Sorry, I didn’t know anyone would be in here.”
He looked at you with a soft smile, eyes hidden behind his black bandana. “Not an issue, y/n! Came to blow off some steam it looks like?”
You just nodded your head and he clapped his hands together. “Perfect, I’ll help you out.”
You dropped your bag on the side along the wall and took a fighting stance in front of Gojo. He said whenever you were ready to start, but not to tell him or show any expression that you were going to swing at him. You took a deep breath, counted to three in your mind and exhaled. You stood there for a moment and then quickly bent down to sweep your leg at his ankles. He hopped over it without even paying attention. You kicked your leg up to try to hit him but to no avail. In one quick motion you were back on your feet, sending a right hook towards him to which he responded by leaning to the left. He didn’t throw any punches or really try to defend against your attacks. You huffed as you realized you were getting nowhere like this, even after twenty minutes of being at it. Then you got an idea.
You kept at the jabs in his direction, each one he dodged easily, not even breaking a sweat. You dug your toe in the space on the mat and fell forward. To which he stepped quickly towards you, catching you in his arms and you smirked.
You lightly tapped the underside of his jaw with your fist, “Got ya.”
He laughed in response, lifting the corner of his blindfold with his thumb, looking at you with a sapphire crystal eye “You sure did.”
And then you heard the most dramatic throat clear. You turned your head as Gojo set you on your feet, and saw the lowered annoyed eyes of Yuta. He walked towards the two of you, his eyes trained on your figure. He was slightly taller than you and looked down once he was close enough and feigned an innocent smile that spread across his chapped lips.
“I was hoping I could train a little tonight as well.” And he turned his head to glare at Gojo with honest eyes but you knew it was all an act.
“Sure! Actually, that works perfectly. It’s time for my evening teasing of Nanamin.” He joked as he skipped out of the dojo.
Yuta snapped his head back at you, growling at you to pick up your bamboo kendo stick. You stuck your tongue out at him as you turned to the barrel of sticks to pull one out to use. You took a stance in front of him as he slid one foot behind the other and bent his knees slightly. The both of you lunged forwards, sticks connecting at the tip with a thwack. You jumped backward and stabbed your stick towards his stomach which he jumped out of the way from. Your sticks clacked and snapped against each other with every swing. Feet padding against the mat floor as you two danced and moved in tandem like you could predict the movements of the other person. Yuta’s face fell and his brows knitted together, he wanted this to be over already. He lunged at you with his kendo stick, making you move to your left to avoid being hit and at the same time, he swiped his foot at your ankles, making you topple over.
“I won.” He said blandly as your anger bubbled over, jumping to your feet.
“You cheated. Playing dirty like that.” Your words seethed towards him as he gave you a light shove past you as you walked to the edge of the room to where you dropped your bag.
You rolled your eyes at him, before turning your attention to the floor to pick up your jacket and backpack. In a swift motion, he was pressing his body against yours, your back pushed up against the cool wall of the room.
“Funny that you thought you could take me down.” His hand moved up, holding your chin in his slender fingers. He tilted your head to the side, allowing him access to your sweat slicked skin.
“F- fuck you, Okkotsu.” You knew he didn’t miss the way your words collapsed.
His warm breath fanned over you as he placed his other hand against the wall on the side of your face, slightly above you, his lips just inches away. You let your eyes slip closed when you felt them crash greedily against yours, feeling sparks light up from your spine down to your toes. You shouldn’t feel like this- you hated him, right?
Yuta’s tongue dragged roughly over the seam of your lips, demanding entrance. You fought against him; only allowing him to tug on yours. He bit your lip hard enough for you to part them and slide his tongue inside. It was heated and rough- unlike any kiss you've had before. Breathy moans escaped your mouths as teeth clashed. Every sound was swallowed by Yuta’s mouth. Goosebumps spread across your skin and you shivered, feeling him smirk as he squeezed you, grabbing your waist so forcefully you were sure there would be small bruises, pulling you as close to him as possible. You stayed there with him, in a kiss so hungry, so needy it felt possessive. It suffocated your senses and dulled your thoughts to the point you only remembered to move your lips against his with the same vigor.
How much time had passed before you finally broke the connection? You finally looked up to meet his blue eyes, a blue deeper than the ocean abyss. The golden hues of the evening sun seeped through the cladded dojo windows and slanted across Yuta’s face. You felt your stomach clench and pushed his hair off his forehead where it had sat flatly. You dug your teeth into your bottom lip and inched closer, sliding one of your thighs up between his. A loan groan escaped his parted mouth, and he pushed your leg down to be replaced with his own.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this”- he smirks, licking a wet stripe along the vein in your neck- “And you were just getting too close to Gojo for my liking tonight.” He spoke as he moved his thigh up, rubbing it against your core.
“Yuta. We’re in public” You barely choked out between moans.
“Then I guess you better keep quiet then.” He growled lowly as his teeth worked the sensitive spot on your neck.
The heat of his lips caused your head to roll back, hitting the wall behind you, your sweat trailing down your temple leaving wet stains against the concrete. He smirked as he continued to kiss and suck at that sweet spot that made you moan his name. He would no doubt leave a mark, as he continued his movements against your sweet skin. Your hands moved up to run through his hair but he quickly grabbed them, slamming them above you with one hand wrapped around your wrists. You inhaled sharply as he rubbed his thigh harsher against your clothed cunt. Your moans became more apparent, echoing in the space. The hand he had on your chin, moves to cover your mouth as you hear the door open. He stands there, staring into your eyes, continuing to grind his thigh on you.
“Shh, baby. We don't want to be found” He smirks at you.
He picks you up easily, stepping lightly towards the open showers. His lips are rough against yours- needy and desperate to taste you again. He places you up against the wall, holding you in place with one strong arm as the other reaches over, turning on the warm water, exposing your breasts. He breaks apart from the kiss- a trail of saliva connecting you two together still. His eyes travel down to your perked nipples, you hear him mutter a shit, before taking one into his mouth. His tongue swirls around the hardened bud as the hand that's snaked around your waist, grabs at the plush of your skin. Your moans become louder, only slightly muffled by the shower running. Your hands, finally free- run through his hair, pushing his mouth further onto your chest. He continues to nip at the bud as he sets you down. He pulls his mouth off with a pop and takes both in between his fingers, twisting and tugging at the supple flesh. He watches as you squirm, chest heaving into his touch. He chuckles lightly at your groans and pulls until you’re released and then he flicks both sensitive nubs which makes you wince backward. He places a soft kiss to the valley between your breasts and moves his hand down your curves and starts to rub harsh circles onto your clit.
“Yuta. More. Need more.” You groan and you move slightly in his grip.
“Aw, look at you. A mewling mess in my touch. Looks like you don’t hate me as much as you thought” He speaks against your skin, licking down your stomach to your hips.
He pulls the rest of your pants down, exposing yourself to him. He licks between your wet folds, using just the tip of his tongue to tease you. Before pulling away to spread your lips with his fingers, getting too close for comfort as he inspected your cunt. You tried your best to close your legs as you felt yourself heating up in embarrassment. He pushed your thigh with his free hand as the other slapped your wet core.
“Don’t do that. Wanna get a look at this pretty little pussy I’m about to shove my cock into.” He spoke low as he spit on your clit lewdly.
He watched as your walls fluttered, begging for attention; begging for him to stuff it full. But you deserved to wait- after falling ever so “accidentally” into Gojo’s arms as you were training with him earlier. So he pressed his thumb down and rubbed your pretty clit. The way he teased you, the way he touched you- you were becoming addicted to the feeling and you wanted to experience more of him. He kept his face close, hot breaths eliciting a wanton moan from your lips as he slides a finger between your lips. He pulls his thumb away for a moment to pull back the hood of your clit and places a soft kiss to it, making your knees buckle. Your hands are shaking as you move them to his shoulders in an attempt to ground yourself. Your focus is waning with every pump of his finger- and then he adds another. His fingers prod at your gummy walls, slick coating them as they slide in past his knuckles, lips puckering to suck harshly on your sensitive nerves as his pretty eyes glare up at you.
Something about the look he holds as the water drips from the tips of his hair, his wet white tee sticking to his skin, the way his fingers are curling and hitting all the right spots. Your thighs start to shake and your breath catches as your eyes roll back and you try to brace yourself as you feel your orgasm approaching. But he stops, a soft cry filters over your lips- and he laughs as he stands up.
“Open your mouth.” You knew it was a demand but you were still trying to muffle your sighs from the denial.
He rolls his eyes at your disobedience and grabs your cheeks squishing them together. He shoves his fingers past your lips, pushing down on your tongue to hear those choked whines that sounded so pretty from you. You gag slightly when his knuckles touch your lip as he spreads your juices around on your tongue. He made your mouth close as he pulled his digits out, making sure you got every drop of yourself.
“You taste yourself? So sweet- why have you been keeping this from me?” His words sounded so sinful, your head was spinning.
He peeled his clothes off, tossing them to the corner out of the way of the shower. He stepped back into the water, slicking his hair back as droplets ran down his toned form. Curving around the outlines of his pecs as the bead rolled down over his perked nipples and followed the line of his abs down to his hips. The steamy atmosphere adding to your already spinning head made you see stars. You could feel yourself shaking as your legs wanted to give out, then two strong hands gripped your shoulders. Your eyes trailed up the muscles in his arms and saw the way they flexed knowing your attention was on him. You noticed the way his lips curved up into a coy smirk.
“I’ll take good care of you” He growled in your ear as he hooked your thigh over his hip.
He kept careful eye contact with you as he lined himself up with your entrance. His flushed tip pushing against your puffy folds, covering his tip in your slick. Your back was pushed up against the wall, his thick calloused fingers digging into the plush skin of your thigh as his cockhead slipped into you. Your slick essence and sinful moans spurring him to sink further into your squelching cunt. He went in slow but didn’t give you a moment to adjust as he pulled out to the cut on his tip and then rammed back into you. A choked sob escaped your parted lips as you batted your wet lashes at him.
“Yuta!”- you cried as fresh hot tears started to spill from your big doe eyes - “Please t’ too much”
He grinned seductively as he kissed the corner of your eye, “Crying for me, baby? Look so pretty”
His eyebrows furrowed as vulgarities fell from his pink lips as he set the pace. Pulling back and snapping his hips forward into you. The sounds of your wetness are muffled by his groans and the water of the shower raining down and echoing off the tiled floor. You could feel your body melting into him with every force of his hips, gasping with every thrust. Your head lulled into the valley of his neck, teeth grasping onto his collarbones as drool spilled from your lips. He ferociously, mercilessly, pounded deep inside you. Hitting every soft spot along the way, the way the thick vein on his cock rubbed against your gummy walls, and how he kept hitting the top of your cervix- you were at his mercy. He snaked his thumb down your wet stomach to rub your clit and fat tears of pleasure pooled down your face as you cried his name.
“Fuck. Look at you, taking me so well.” His grunts become more apparent as he continues to abuse your overstimulated clit.
You feel him hitting deep, each thrust makes your cunt clamp down onto him. He’s rough as his thumb moves and his fingers dig into your leg, creating crescent shaped indents. He’s hitting so deep, bruising your cervix with every obscene movement. You can only focus on him pounding into you, your nails scratching down his back, no doubt leaving scratches but you know he doesn't mind when he moans out loud. He nudges your head up with his and attached his lips hard to yours. Puffy and red when he pulls away, drinking in your exhales as he hovers over your parted lips. His thrusts got sloppy and his balls felt heavy slapping against the curve of your ass and you know he’s just as close as you are.
Then he pulls out. Making you wince and whine at the empty feeling.
“Turn around, put your hands against the wall.” You do as he says, you’ve been denied two orgasms now.
He grabs your ass, slapping a harsh red handprint onto your right cheek as he spreads them apart. He adjusts himself to your dripping hole again and slides back in. You swear he’s going to fuck the shape of his cock into you- and nothing after him will feel right. Your walls are stretching back out to accommodate him, creating a soreness in your legs. You're whining his name and begging him to let you cum already and something inside him snaps. He grips your ass hard, using it as leverage to fuck into you. Your thighs are twitching with each roll of his hips as he continually bottoms out deep into your cunt. His focus is on watching his fat cock disappear into you over, and over again. One hand reaches around to press against your tummy and you feel him all the way in your womb and your tears are gushing as they fall to the floor in front of you.
You rest your cheek against the wall and take one hand off to reach down between your legs to grab and fondle his heavy balls. He yelps at the new sensation and moves even harder into you. You’re pulling on his soft flesh, and feel them tighten in your grasp. The circling and bucking of his hips falters and you feel the knot inside you bubble up. He’s cursing and stammering under his breath, how good your pussy feels, how wet you are from him. His filthy words send you over the edge and you're spewing your juices against him- squirting them onto the base of his cock and coating his thighs. He loves your reaction- the way your panting and your pretty cunt is clamping and twitching. You feel the final tingle of his balls in your hand and the first warmth of his cum spilling into you and you squeeze your hand that's holding him, eliciting a loud groan from him as you milk him for all his worth. He chases his high, white slick filling you to your brim as it threatens to spill once he pulls out. He bends down to be eye-level with your pussy and he notices the small bead of cum dripping down onto your clit. He’s fast with his tongue, licking a stripe from your clit to your stretched out hole as he collects his spilling seed into his mouth. He stands and turns you around, connecting his lips with yours, his hand clenching your jaw to fill your mouth with every bit of what's in his, spitting the rest as he closes his mouth on yours.
“Swallow.” And you do, because you’re fucked too dumb to mutter cohernt words. Your vision filled with stars.
He snickers at your disheveled appearance as he turns back into the cascading water. You stand there for a minute, trying to collect enough strength to walk under the heated shower as well. But you sigh as your thighs shake and you slide your back down the wall. He rolls his eyes at you and takes your hands, dragging you into the water to clean yourself off.
“So, what now?” The only words you’re able to utter as you sit on the warm ground, allowing the water to rush over your face.
Yuta scoffs at your words, as he wraps a towel around his waist, “What do you mean? We’re just friends.” He walks to the corner to pick up his clothes and turns to go, leaving you to ponder in your thoughts over what the fuck just happened
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