Kinktober Day 8 - Kaito Ooe / Dry-humping
cws: female!darling, male!yandere, dry-humping, first dates, grinding, dirty talk, allusions to virginity, awkward sex, kaito being a perv
plot: nothing can stop a man as determined as kaito. (1.5k)
“Yeah, so…” Kaito rubbed the back of his neck, a rosy hue creeping up his cheeks already. “I don't really…have any condoms.”
“Oh…uh, okay.”
To say you were disappointed was…well, an understatement. Sure, you didn't think you'd put out like this on a first date, but Kaito was different. He was special. He was…a little rough around the edges. Disorganized, five minutes late to dinner, and awkward when it came to making small talk. When you came back to his apartment to hang out, it was clearly cleaned up at the last minute and probably had way more clutter stuffed in closets and hidden around away from prying eyes. For most people he was probably a less than favourable guy to go home with and not the type that would impress their parents. For you, though? He was kind of perfect.
There weren't any expectations from the get-go. He didn't scoff at what your hobbies were or interrupt you when you talked. He listened, quietly, and almost too well that you thought he might be dozing off. He wasn't. He was just that enthralled by what you had to say and didn't ever want to miss a word of it, because everything about you was immediately precious. He brought you a keychain with a character you said you liked when you were first texting, and when the bill came he just took it without letting you see how much it was. You didn't need to know, he said, because there was no way a girl like you should ever have to pay on a date. Lessons you were sure his older sibling hammered into him considering how highly he talked about them as you ate.
By the time it was over, you could already sense him wanting to ask if you'd come to his place, silently wrestling with whether it was too forward or if you even felt the same. When he got the courage to and you said yes, though, you swore he had a grin about him like he could have caught the moon.
“We could-” Kaito cleared his throat with a quiet cough. He'd laid his hand over yours on his bed and tentatively brushed his thumb over yours. “If you want to still, like, do something…we could.”
“D-Do what?” You almost wished you hadn't asked when the flush on his cheeks crept all the way down to his neck.
“Keep our underwear on, y'know? You get me?” Fortunately for you, he painted enough of a picture for you to nod, albeit shyly. He made sure to lean in for one last, soft kiss before his hoodie came up over his head and he started to get undressed.
“I-I haven't done this before, so…” You sat trembling on the edge of his bed while he shimmied his jeans down his legs, leaving him in only a pair of loose black boxers and his t-shirt. He glanced over at your hands fisted in your lap, your head hung in half-humiliation and half-shame, and…he chuckled. Two pale fingers gripped your jaw in his palm and he lifted it to make you face him.
“Neither have I.” He admitted with a warm face. “I just know I wanna do it with you.”
“Why?” You couldn't help but ask. Kaito tilted his head as if in thought for a while, seeking the answer in his popcorn-textured ceiling.
“I don't know.” He finally confessed. “I don't know the exact reason. I just feel like I've known you for a long time.”
“Really?”
“You're the first girl I've had in my apartment.” He shrugged. “And I think you're really…really cute.”
It was a lot easier to lay back after that, if only for the fact that you couldn't bear to look him in the eyes, too flustered to the point that you let him guide you into doing whatever he wanted. He helped you into an easier position with a pillow propped up under your head, watched your legs fall apart with ease, and slowly lifted himself up on his elbows to press his crotch right up against yours like he was kissing it.
It felt so weird. Feeling that hard, swollen tip graze over your panties, definitely there but just not bare enough to threaten to slide in. He spent a few moments just reveling in the heat that exuded from you, a gasp fresh off his lips when he nudged what he knew for certain was your clit. The way you tensed up was more than enough of a tell.
“Does it feel good? Talk to me.” Kaito's hips worked on their own to grind up into you, each stroke sliding back and forth to part your slit through the thin cotton and make you squeeze down around nothing. He looked like he could already burst just from that, based off of the gleamy haze in his eyes and the wetting of his lips. “Fuck, I wish I was inside you.”
Clearly he didn't quite mean for that part to be so loud but he just accepted it, owned it with a hungry kiss even if he couldn't meet your impossibly sweet gaze afterwards. His thrusts were growing stickier with precum beading through his dark boxers, and it was only getting worse as your pussy betrayed you and offered up some particularly loud squelches that just made you want to bury yourself under a blanket and hide.
“If I just-” He halted to catch his breath, and shakily ground his hips in a circle to rub his clothed cockhead over the whole mess you'd made together. “-I could just pull these aside and sink in. I'd fucking cum in you, I know I would.” His forehead hit yours lightly with a groan torn from the very depths of his stomach. “I couldn't pull out. I know this pussy'd suck me back in.”
Where in the world was this man when he was stuttering about his favourite MMOs at dinner?
“Can we masturbate together? Later?” You weren't even sure you were conscious at that point, but his question ripped you away from the insistent prodding at your clit and snapped you back to how ridiculous it was.
“Wh-Wha-?”
“Sorry,” Now he was embarrassed, somehow. Apparently it was harder for him to keep his thoughts in check–and in his own head–when he was horny. “I just–I thought of you fingering yourself, and–never mind. It got me excited.” As if to distract you, he gripped your thigh hard and tugged it over his hip with a soft smack, your flesh jiggling under his palm just to make it even harder for him not to moan. There were so many things that begged to slip off his tongue but he muffled them all by pushing it into your mouth.
Those sickly thwacks of your cunt kissing down his shaft mixed with his mattress squeaking hit you harder than you thought it would. Maybe it was also the desperation in his kiss and his relentless chasing after your clit no matter how much you squirmed, but either way it did you in and before you could warn him your toes were already curling into the sheets.
“Oh, fuck, fuck fuck-” The spasms lured him in deeper, forced him further down until he was gripping the headboard to keep from slamming you into it, and his wiry body arched into you with the trembling jerks of his throbbing cock painting the inside of his boxers white. It started seeping out and you knew because you could feel it, the warmth and the sticky spread that he was quick to pull away before he actually lost his self-control and tried to hump it into you.
“Did you…just…cum?” He panted and swallowed back the dryness of his throat. Unconcerned with the stain he just made on himself, you, and his covers, he dragged his fingers over your soaked panties and chuckled. “Fuck, you did. You're so wet. Shit, I made you cum just from that.” A huge and uncharacteristic grin broke over his lips.
Everything that came after was a little more awkward, but a little more normal too. There was some nervous shuffling to grab a towel and wipe you both down, a fan switched on and the window opened to air out the musk of sex and sweat, and Kaito lent you a huge hoodie to cover your thighs and make up for some of the mess you'd be washing out of your clothes. At the end he flopped back down next to you, almost too anxious to touch you after what he'd done.
“You can sleep over,” He whispered into your ear, already sleepy but fighting to stay up for you. “You don't have to go anywhere. I'll take you home if you want, but…you can stay, too.” Your body loosened up at the feel of one more smile curving against your skin. “Stay as long as you want. It's better with you here.”
You just nodded. To speak would be to break the comfortable quiet you'd carved out with him, where it didn't feel stressful to just lay together and enjoy the silence. That was until he broke it with a soft clearing of his throat.
“And, uh..” He glanced away from you sheepishly. “..next time, I'll definitely bring condoms.”
