a/n: WHERE ARE MY SIQUE DERANGED BITCHES. this is all just fiction IT'S NOT REAL, consent would be talked about previously (not seen or mentioned here), very ooc, please please read the tw’s, no beta and if you come for me I will maul you alive
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Yuuji
pet play, praise, dacryphilia
look at me.
look me in the eyes and tell me yuuji isn't the most puppy boy to ever grace this earth
the urge to be good for you is so deeply ingrained his body
he almost automatically wants to fall to his knees whenever he catches your gaze in general
and that's where he's supposed to be... on all fours
he'd love it when you sit anywhere and he can put his head in your lap
needs you to pet him, call his name gently and coo at him
but more than that he daydreams about you cradling his face in your hands and softly kissing him anywhere and everywhere
he would take it all with closed eyes and a slight hitch in his breath
especially if you hit him with the "you've been so strong... my sweet boy. come here.... I've got you."
wouldn't be surprised if the tears start rolling uncontrollably
and even more so when you feel something poking your legs
he wouldn't be able to help it!
he needs to be wanted and made to feel safe and that's all he really needs to get going
Megumi
blindfolds, restraints, edging
he doesn't like admitting to anything at first
bc its megumi like obvs he'd need a second until he trusts you enough
but he thinks about it a lot when he's alone, or whenever his mind drifts off to you
thinks about the little box hidden deep inside of his closet, containing all his toys
whenever he's alone he grabs the soft satin material of the blindfold, or tries out the handcuffs on his own
suddenly laying down on his bed and sheepishly bringing his arms up to the headboard
and in his minds eye he can clearly picture you above him, straddling him with a scheming smile
until you'd rob him of his sight, gently putting the blindfold around him
(he put it over his eyes and tucks the ends between his head and the pillow, before bringing his arms back up)
starts fantasizing a little too much
pressing his thighs together while he can almost feel you grinding down on his growing erection slowly, unable to stop you or get you to speed up
the beautiful people, strung up from the ceiling in elaborate knots and patterns
and quite frankly she's jealous
she can't stop picturing herself in those pictures and poses, how the ropes would make a slight dent in her skin and the fat underneath
she'd look amazing!
in her fantasy now, you appear behind her, smiling patiently while you get more rope to finish her up, to help her look even better
and it's quite obvious that she wants you to tell her that to, to voice your admiration for her
perhaps you'd bring her to a mirror nearby, make her admire herself for as long as she'd like
gently running your hand over her body, maybe even getting slightly underneath the ropes
it seems... that she has no choice but to order some rope soon
Maki
interrogation roleplay, impact play,
of course.
a challenge for maki. what else!
she wants to work for it, no fun in getting everything right away, what's the point
it started when she saw you getting upset at someone (probably the higher ups in the zenin family lets be real)
and you were upset
neck veins popping out, voice cold and filled with disdain, brows furrowed and clenching your jaw every now and then
it was hot as fuck!
maki can't help but think about that energy (not the anger) being targeted towards her, to see the same expressions but to know that there is a prize, a gift waiting for her at the end
interrogating her about... anything really... and she'd try her damn hardest to get you even more worked up
to make you go harder than usual, to not treat her gently but to let loose
she has to look away when she's fantasizing about you bending her over a desk, spanking her bottom with each question
it feels weird to think about you in that way, especially in front of the zenins (derogatory)
stores that mental note for later because out of everyone she is definitely the one to tell you about it
Inumaki
knismolagnia (tickling), sensation play
intimacy and getting consent from someone who can't really speak a whole lot was difficult at first
but you and inumaki make it work
his little fantasy all came to be when you two decided that before using anything on him, you'd grab it and present it to him
and if he leans forward to kiss it, it's all game
you'd sort of developed a cute habit of grinning and gently running your nails along his neck or just behind his ear
it sent shivers down his spine
but he can't get that sensation out of his mind
even shivering out of nowhere when he thinks about it again
he wants that good, tense feeling not just on his neck
but everywhere
wants you to tickle him with your hands, nails his mind even wanders towards feathers or floggers
and it doesn't stop there
he experiments on his own with candle wax, ice cubes and the like
and it just makes him grow even more frustrated, in the best way possible
he's itching to see you soon again and have you try it all out on his body
Yuuta
free use, orgasm control ("forced" orgasms)
hopelessly devoted yuuta, hm?
he's already deeply and truly in love with you, the hearts practically form immediately when he gets to look at you
you're always on his mind anyway, but lately his mind wanders down naughtier roads
like combining that hopeless devotion with his high libido
and suddenly he's picturing himself doing his chores around the apartment and you wordlessly grabbing him
dragging him to the nearest surface and taking him right then and there
interrupting his daily schedule, multiple times, just to pull him into your bedroom and riding him stupid
forcing his body to cum, even after you've drained him dry
and he'd take it with the same hearts in his eyes
likes the idea of you loving him so much, that you can't keep your hands off of him, for even a second
suddenly feeling flattered by the ideas in his head he has to sink his head into the nearest pillow and just sigh, overcome with love... and arousal
Warnings: Sub! Yuuta, gn! reader, multiple orgasm, sorta mentions of cnc? idk, "breeder balls" are used in a silly goofy way, pregnancy mentioned, yuuta cums a total of six times, unrealistic portrayal of dry orgasms.
A/N: i almost named this fic breeder balls just to mess with all you guys. kinktober is driving me crazy
“It will be fun. C’mon, just trust me!” You tease, pressing kisses along Yuuta’s neck while he sighs. You sit behind him, hands resting on his stomach while you continue to pepper kisses along his neck. One of his weaker points.
He lets out a shaky breath and then whines gently. “I don’t know…I-It sounds kinda scary.”
“Aw, scary? C’mon, my big, strong, sorcerer boyfriend isn’t afraid of anything,” You quip, teeth grazing his pale skin when you smile into his back.
Your hands begin to roam up and down his body, and he gulps but doesn’t stop you. He does let out a noise of complaint about your choice of words though. “Yknow that isn’t true,” He mumbles out, pouting slightly.
You pinch his nipples, and he lets out a high-pitched squeal before turning to you with a half-hearted glare. “Sorry, they are too cute.”
He sighs, slumping against your chest and closing his eyes. “You're the worst.”
“Aw, you don’t mean that. You love me.”
He glances at you before rolling his eyes and nodding softly. Yeah, he did, even with all your teasing.
“Yuutaaaaa,” You purr, getting back to the main point. “Let’s do it.”
He hums, nodding for you to continue to try to convince him. He was still unsure and slightly nervous at the thought.
“You will look so cute. Haven’t you always wanted to cum like a girl? To have every ounce of cum milked out of you,” You bite his ear, earning a whole body shiver from the boy. “Forced out of you. Till you’re shooting blanks.”
That immmediately perks him up, and he cranes his head backward to look up at you with a sheepish grin. He already feels himself growing hard.
“F-Forced?”
You grin.
“No more! No more! Please!” He screeches, tears and drool coating his face and falling onto the sheets below him. He was heaving, and he feels like every inch of his body was covered in cum. His thighs and stomach were so sticky, and he was unbelievably sweaty.
Shaky legs try to crawl forward, away from your tortuous hands, but he ultimately fails. You use one arm to grab him by the waist and pull him back. “Where do you think you are going?”
He lets out a pathetic “Noooo!” as his fingers drag along the sheets back toward you. His thighs shake as he tries to hold his body up, and he buries his face into a pillow.
You hum to yourself, sitting cross-legged and fully clothed, contrasting your lover’s naked body. His knees straddle your legs, giving you a perfect sight of his ass and easier access to pull him back whenever he tries to crawl away.
His thighs, stomach, balls, and even your hand were coated with his cum, and is beginning to dry up from how long its been. But nevertheless, your hands continue to work at his cock, pulling it slightly downward so that it hangs between his open legs.
Yuuta lets out a choking noise, a mix between a gargle and a yelp, and suddenly he is cumming again. He doesn’t say anything as his orgasm comes crashing upon him again, but you weren’t surprised – he went borderline nonverbal after the third one.
His chest rises and falls with his rapid breathing, and you watch his whole body tense up. His tears stain the pillow, and his mouth hangs open in a silent scream. The only thing that showed that he was in pleasure was the way his nails dug into the sheets as if he wanted to tear them apart from how intense the sensation was.
You frown through it all, and watch two globs of cum slide down your finger. His legs give out, and he begins to slump on the bed, but you are quick to grab him and hold his waist up with your arm. “Am I–Did I? Are we d-done?” He stutters, his voice raw from his previous screams and cries. You hear him sniffle and watch the way a shaky arm rubs at his nose.
You lightly slap his thigh. “Nope. Almost there, Yuuta! The next one will definitely be dry. Think I got the last couple of drops,” You say, pointing to his cum staining your hand.
He looks up at you with wide, fearful eyes and starts squirming in your hold. “No! I can’t go anymore. A-And you said that the last couple of times!” He screeches, legs kicking out like a toddler throwing a tantrum, trying desperately to run away from your hold.
Your hands remain on his waist, and you move your body aside so that he doesn’t accidentally kick you with his frantic, panicked movements. His dick was raw at this point, and every muscle was trembling. He couldn’t go again – he was exhausted, completely pushed to his limits.
“Hey, hey, hey. Relax. This time I'm really sure! How many times have you ejaculated?”
He pauses for a moment, gulping as he thinks back to the previous events. “I think after that…Five times?”
You giggle at him, and the sound makes him tense up. Whenever he is put in these positions, and you laugh, it never is a good sign for him. “Woah, Yuuta, you really have a lot of cum stored up. I’ve heard that most men go dry after their third one…Don’t tell me your pent up?” You babble, passing time to hopefully let his body rest for a moment. Overstimulating him would probably kill the dark-haired boy.
He sniffles again, and then furrows his eyes and turns back toward you. “Im not, though. Came two days ago, remember?”
You think back to the night and chuckle fondly. “Yeah, I guess your right. Guess my lovely boyfriend just has breeder balls.” You laugh at yourself from the ridiculous word.
His mouth hangs open at your crude words, and he turns a bright shade of pink. Immediately, he tries to scramble out of your hold again, but you just laugh at his flustered noises. “Why would you say something like that? So embarrassing…And no, I don’t,” Your boyfriend complains, shaking his head back and forth to execute his point.
You hum to yourself, content that he has finally calmed down again, at least enough to put up and actively respond to your teasing words.
“Bet you could get any girl pregnant,” You continue to coax, mind drifting off from your words to return to your original motive. You begin to situate yourself again, hands moving back to the task at hand.
“Stop it, please! It’s so,” He groans into the pillow, unaware that you have begun to stand up. “I don’t know! Just sto–” Suddenly, his head is being forced into the pillow, and your hand is back onto his cock. Your movements are rough and fast, and his whole body seems to short-circuit.
Yuutas eyes widen as he feels the back of your hand pin his head into the pillow, and he feels your hands wrap around his dick again. He doesn’t even have time to react, except for a surprised yelp. By the time his brain catches up to the sensation, you have already palmed him four times now, and he is so sensitive. “W-Wait!” He begs, tears resurfacing.
The sound of your hand wrapping around his red cock is lewd. Loud squelching sounds fill the room, and he knows that the wetness is from his previous cum. It makes your head spin, and Yuuta wants to die from embarrassment.
Your hand finally lets go of his neck, and he pulls away immediately, gasping out for air. His back arches, and he begins his clawing at the bedsheets again. “F-Fuck,” Your lover whimpers, tears free streaming again.
His cock feels raw by now. Five orgasms in a row was an insane amount to him. The farthest he had gone before this was three, before he was forced to call it quits, or else risking him passing out. Right now, his mind seemed to be melting from the harsh feeling.
You have to support his body still by hoisting his hips upward. His forehead touches the sheets, and his bangs cover his face as he looks downward. It was almost disappointing that you couldn’t see his pretty expressions, but from what you could see by his sporadic movements, Yuuta was crumbling.
It hurt. Your hands were too rough. The pace was too intense. He can’t think anymore. His mouth hangs open, and his tongue threatens to loll out. All he can hear is your hands and his cum, and honestly, although he hates to admit it, it was spurring him closer to his orgasm.
Just one more. He can do that. He can cum one more time. Everything in him pleads for it to be dry, because he may seriously die if he has to go a seventh round.
So, with everything in him, he begins to grind into your hand, trying to coax his orgasm to come quicker. He lets out a silent scream, and he furrows his eyes shut but doesn’t stop fucking back into your hand.
You watch with amusement at the trembling boy’s movements. He was trying his best, and it was honestly quite cute. Just for him, you pick up the pace of your hand movements.
The reaction to it is immediate – the muscular body curls over on itself as he heaves. You bring him closer to you, now using both hands to jack him off, hoping he doesn’t collapse just for a couple more seconds.
Yuuta’s eyes roll back, and he can faintly hear your encouragements. “C’mon, love. Just one more. Cum for me one more time.”
He bites onto the pillow and nods his head, unable to give you a reply. He can feel his orgasm approaching, and frankly, it scared him. It was going to be a strong one, he could tell, and he was unsure if his body was able to take it. He was already shaking at this point, could his muscles really constrict one more time? He could barely hold himself up.
He doesn’t have time to dwell on it, because his orgasm hits him out of the blue. For the first time since his second orgasm, Yuuta screams into the pillow. His thighs come squeezing together, and his fingers dig into anything they can grab. Tears continue to rush down his face, and he tries his best to breathe.
His knees come forward, and accidentally, he raises his hips higher into the air, creating a pretty arch in his back. You watch, mesmerized by the show, and then glance at his cock.
Not a single drop of cum is let out. You grin, and rub his thighs, coaxing him through it all, proud of him.
He slumps against the bed and this time you let him. Then, he very slowly turns to you, eyes cloudy. “I–I?” He tries, brain not catching up with him.
“Yep, good job. Came dry. I’m so proud of you.”
He gives you a lazy, but satisfied grin, nodding slightly. You crawl over to him, sitting down next to his head. He places his near-limp hand on your knee, and you hold onto it. “Guess…Guess I–No breeder balls for me,” He mumbles in full seriousness, as if he is proud of the fact.
You have to cover your mouth to refrain from laughing too loud. You place your head over his eyes, shutting them for him. “Guess not. Sleep, Yuuta.”
“Yeah, yeah. I know.” He falls asleep not even a minute later. You don’t blame him.
cw: inspection kink (my beloved), crossdressing, biting, feminization sorta??, objectification (treating him like a toy), humiliation, slight dacryphilia (as always), no insertion (only teasing), AFAB reader!!
a/n: you could stare at yuuta all day. super mega ooc el oh el, first time writing for yuuta LET'S GAUR, very much self insert bc I desire him so carnally... so chubby reader w giant tits yes yes, no beta we die like rika, 2.5k words
minors and ageless blogs do not fucking interact!! I will block you!
"oh my... you like that sort of thing, yuuta?"
standing in the doorway and staring into your room, you let your gaze drift up and down your boyfriend letting it linger on the short skirt that he very clearly stole from your closet. it very much suits him, hugging him in all the right places, you almost feel jealous of a piece of clothing hanging from your boyfriends hips.
yuuta meanwhile felt the humiliation burn in the pit of his stomach, churning it's way up to his heart and engulfing his entire body. stammering and slowly taking a few steps back he tries to blurt out an explanation, a reason, a lie or at least anything. he feels the room sway with each step he takes, heart thumping so loudly he can't hear properly.
he himself can't make out any words from the flustered onslaught of ums and uuuhs and whatever his mouth tries to do. his entire face is on fire and his tongue feels thick, taking up too much space in his mouth.
when your intense, almost unreadable gaze shoots up and stares directly into his eyes, his knees get wobbly and he feels like crying. you must think he's a real pervert. he averts his gaze in shame, accepting any insults you'd hurl at him. his eyes close when you take a few steps towards him, anticipating the worst.
what he doesn't expect, is when your gentle touch reaches his hips and gently guides him towards your bed. his eyes widen in shock and suprise as he sees your flushed face. wait... your flushed face?
when you finally make him sit on your bed, leaning on your hands next to his hips, only then does he notice the way your breathing quickened, shallow breathing the only thing that can be heard in the room. besides the loud pounding of yuuta's heart in his chest, threatening to burst out of it soon. he tries to take a closer look at your face, leaning his head to the side and leaning over.
feeling the shift, you turn quickly and hurry over to your closet. yuuta can only guess what you're looking for while your back blocks the view. his gaze automatically drops down to your ass, slightly jiggling from your frantic movements, bending down to grab something from the lower shelves.
he quickly snaps his gaze away when you suddenly turn and he's met with a your crotch. ashamed to have done such a perverted thing, he stares at the window. not even looking out. when you call his name gently, only then does he break away and look up finding a excited and giddy look on your face. you have a few pieces of clothing in your hands but quickly set them down beside him.
"y/n... aren't you.... mad at me?" he can't stop the question plaguing his mind.
you move your hands from the pile of clothes up to his shoulders, pulling him into you. his head rests on the warmth of your chubby tummy and he feels safe. even more so when you press him further into you for a second and move your hands to his head, petting his soft hair gently.
"baby... why would I be? you won't stretch my clothes, I'm big enough already hehe. and... everyone has their preferences, no?"
you tilt his face up gently, pressing a kiss on each closed eye before continuing.
"so... I want to try something. if at anytime you feel uncomfortable or want to stop you say the word, okay?" you look into each eye, making your point clear. he nods gently, curiosity twinkling in his eyes.
you push him back slightly, leaning down and grabbing onto the hem of his black shirt, he lifts his arms obediently and you gently pull the shirt over him, exposing his body to you. admiring him for a second you stare down at your still flustered boyfriend, now only in a skirt. god he's so pretty.
"so I'm gonna help you put these on, okay?" you pick up the bra and crop top that you retrieved from your closet. yuuta sheepishly looks between the two items of clothing, nodding his head.
you climb into the bed behind him and make yuuta slip into your bra. it's cups are obviously too big for him but you can't deny the way that that makes it even hotter. you want nothing more than to reach around, cup the bra and make fun of him for not being able to fill it properly. you bite your tongue and save it for later. you continue and help him put the crop top on, pulling it over the empty bra and smoothing it down on his lean body. satisfied, you climb back onto the floor, walking around and facing your still flustered boyfriend. how adorable.
"yuuta, you look so pretty. aren't you my beautiful girlfriend?" you test out the water with the simple question and watch out for any sign of discomfort.
his eyes widen for a second and soon his ears turn an even deeper shade of red. "I... I am your pretty girlfriend..."
on the inside you are kicking your feet, punching the air and giggling like crazy, but on the outside you give a soft smile and cradle his face in your hands, peppering gentle kisses all over his face. feeling the hot skin against your lips does nothing but fuel the fire in your heart.
pushing on his shoulder you make him lie on his back. he lets out a big sigh when he hits the soft blanket, probably exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster from before. while he collects his thoughts you grab a chair and bring it to the edge of the bed, in between his legs and take a seat.
yuuta looks down and tries to figure out what you'll do next to him. he hopes you can’t see the erection forming under the skirt already. you obviously can, but decide to keep quiet as you admire your boyfriend.
the way his thighs move, his supple skin going to the material of the skirt (with a cute dickprint in them), up to his cute exposed tummy, up the empty bust and to his cute flushed face peeking up behind the bra. your eyes squint slightly in amusement before redoing the whole ordeal but downwards.
only after yuuta starts squirming nervously under your intense gaze is when you reach a hand out and with a featherlight touch, graze the back of your palm against his inner thighs. yuuta lets out a cute suprised squeak. you move your hand higher and gently touch the fabric of the skirt in between your fingertips. yuuta almost feels the warmth of your hand near his dick and it's making his head spin.
you're so close but you're so far away. he feels an inner turmoil brew in him. he really wants to reach out, grab your hand and place them everywhere on his body. he can’t even decide on where he needs your touch the most. probaly his semi hard-on. yes, definitely his dick that's now throbbing under the soft fabric of the stolen garment.
you get up from your chair, leaning over the trembling body underneath you. almost as if he's a toy you press your fingertips into the soft fat of his tummy, coaxing a cute sound from him. you move your fingertips from right next to his bellybutton to closer to his left ribs, pressing down again, observing the way his body lifts and moves with each breath.
leaning your head down you lick an experimental stripe up his tummy. feeling the texture of his soft skin under the roughness of your tongue. his tummy moves away when he sharply gasps. how cute. you lean further up, making yuuta lift his arms above his head and grab onto the blanket underneath his hands. his underarms exposed you pinch the skin gently, lifting it a little and watching how long it stretches, which isn't a lot. grabbing a handful of his underarm you bunch it up and bring your mouth closer, casting a glance at yuuta's flustered and confused face. you send him a wink before opening your mouth, baring your tweeth like a predator and sinking your teeth into his underarm.
the cutest yelp escaped yuuta's mouth, followed by squirming underneath you, so much so that he nearly yanked the skin out of your mouth. pressing an apologetic kiss to the bitemark you climb off of him. standing in front of the bed you put your hands on his hips.
"will you turn around for me, angel?"
yuuta loves the sweet tone you take with him during these intimate moments. making his heart beat faster and ease his nerves a little. if you keep whispering sweet praises into his ear he might just agree to anything you want to do.
helping your boyfriend turn around, you make sure he's standing securely on his own legs before leaning over his frame, reaching around you grab onto the still empty bra. you let out a sad sigh before teasingly asking:
"still haven't grown any breasts huh? what a shame..."
"y/n wh-what are you-" yuuta's eyes are locked onto your grabby hands, pressing the bra down onto his pecs.
"it's okay, I love my beautiful girl no matter what."
you snuggle into his back and he can't focus between your boobs pressing into his back and the way your fingers slide into the cups, rubbing his sensitive nipples. adding the possessive pet name doesn't help his situation at all.
when you've had enough you lean back up, and instead sit down on the chair again. his cute skirt-clad butt perked up right in front of you. you admire his trembling form before reaching out and tracing your fingertips along the back of his thighs and getting a cute shuddering breath from him. you almost lean down with the intention of leaving more bites but stop yourself, slowly growing impatient.
yuuta silently curses himself for wearing the skirt, and you for making him wear your bra, they are both obstructing the view to you. he wants to know what you'll do next, what expression could be on your face right now? were you giving him a soft, gentle and loving smile? maybe eyes widened going crazy over your boyfriend? the thought of it flatters him so much his dick twitches, which you take notice of.
flipping up the back of his skirt your drag down his underwear to his knees, making him stand further apart so that they'll stay there.
"if your underwear falls to the floor you'll get punished, okay?" your taunting voice fills the room and makes it's way into yuuta's head.
"okay..."
you lean closer to his exposed bottom, blowing air on it softly watching the way his cute butt clenches around nothing. god he's so adorable you could just eat him up. you tap his swollen balls slightly, getting another embarrassed whine from yuuta.
yuuta really feels incredibly embarrassed in this position, tears welling up in his eyes. everything is exposed to you and you're so close, just observing him like a test subject. he bites his lower lip, trying to keep the noises at bay. he fails miserably when a cold gooey liquid falls onto his asshole, dribbling down onto his balls where you suddenly cup his balls, massaging them in your hand. yuuta nearly shifts his legs closer, before remembering your rule and with a cute moan he quickly tries to correct his posture, shaky legs apart, underwear still at his knees.
with each squeeze and movement of your hand his composure slowly crumbles, slowly but surely surrendering to the pleasure, face slowly nuzzling into the blanket while his hips squirm so cutely.
he doesn't even realize that his knees knocked closer, underwear falling to the floor while he cums against the inside of your skirt in long spurts, orgasm prolonged by your teasing.
sly smile adorns your face while you get up, removing your pants aswell as your underwear, bunching them up in one hand you get up to your shaky legged boyfriend, still twitching every now and then. still going through the aftershocks of his intense orgasm. you tap the side of his mouth and he obediently opens after a second of giving you an exhausted glance.
flipping him onto his back, you climb up and get situated. looking at the messed up man underneath you sends a sadistic shiver down your spine and makes your tummy tingle. lifting up the skirt you reach the other hand down, collecting the slick in your pussy and bringing it up between your folds up to your clit, circling the sensitive bud. yuuta lazily lifts his head and his eyes widen when he realizes what you're doing. before he can open his mouth you shush him.
"you remember your safe gesture?"
he waits a second before nodding nervously. you only reply with a quick "good" before grabbing his already softening dick, laying it on his tummy and bringing down your folds. gliding across with ease you push the croptop up, pull the cups of the bra down and pinch his nipples in between your fingers. the overstimulation on his dick plus having his sensitive nipples tugged at dragged some heavenly moans out ouf him, shuddering breaths he's trying to keep in. all muffled by your panties.
his chest is heaving up and down with each deep breath he takes, eyes slowly rolling up into his head as he squirms around, hands seeking out your hips. squeezing your hips desperately and trying to rut up into you but also getting you to slow down. you giggle at his indecisiveness during the times he gets so drunk on pleasure. you tap his hands while still grinding down on him and he opens an eye and then softens his grip. you take his hands and bring them into your shirt past your rolls and onto your boobs, making him squeeze them gently while you remove your hands and rub his forearms gently.
"come on yuuta, give me one more won't you?" you squeeze his arms and grind yourself harder into him, moaning louder on purpose to rile him up faster. "give me one more orgasm. I know you can! hnng come on, grind yourself into me more."
yuuta can't think, sensations becoming too much, the squishy fat of your boobs bouncing underneath his hands, the way your slick pussy is gliding on the underside of his sensitive dick, the panties in this mouth and he's still wearing that damn skirt.
he cums again, head thrown back, hips twitching so much as the second wave washes over him, sweat running down into his sideburns. he feels you clench and throb above him aswell, further making his head spin.
it doesn't take long before he's come back to, lifting his head in confusion. but before he can fully do so, your hand wraps around his throat and pushes him back into the bed.
"who said we were done, baby? you owe me more for losing our little game, no?"
you lean down and press a kiss to his cheek, slowly dragging out the panties of his mouth so he could speak. he just cast his loving gaze into your eyes and nods, immediately accepting the panties back into his mouth.
cw: sub! yuuta, afab! reader, strap sucking, face fucking, yuuta being able to deep throat bc he is a king, praise, mentions of pegging, making out with a dildo, yuuta refers to strap as a dick
wc: 1.7k
a/n: well. supposed to be writing for kinktober. here we are. back to face fucking. its always on the agenda
Yuuta kneels in front of you. His eyes are glassy, and he is obviously nervous, but trying his best. His hands lay on your thigh, and he looks up at you as he takes a long lick from bottom to top of the strap. Your hands rest on his hair, smiling at him, and nodding when he silently asks if what he is doing is right.
The pink strap drips with his saliva now, completely coated from how many times he has licked and sucked on the toy. His dedication was admirable, and he didn't give you a hint of complaint, even with his cock throbbing against his pants.
But still, he didn't know what he was doing. He blinked up at you for the next command, never have done this before. “There you go, good job!” You praise, and he flushes a shade of red, nodding at the sweet words. “Now, can you kiss it for me?”
He presses his mouth to the fake tip, and then pulls away quickly, looking up at you for the next order. You laugh at him, and he takes it as a sign that he didn't do good, so his hands creep up to cover his face from embarrassment. “Cmon, what was that, Yuuta? Kiss it like you mean it. It is going to go in you later, don't you want to give it some love?”
He jumps at this, eyes slightly widening. It made sense that you were going to peg him after this, but hearing it from your mouth made him buzz with excitement. He gulps, a look of determination crossing his face, as he stares at the silicon toy.
He grabs the back of the dildo, and presses it flat against the fronts of his fingers. Then he leans forward and presses his mouth to it. Your fingers run through his hair, pullin back his bangs to give you a full view of his actions. He first focuses on the tip, pressing his mouth to it, and lightly licking it. Then he starts peppering his lips onto the shaft, eyes falling shut as the top half grazes his nose, and taps onto his forehead.
He seems to get pretty into it, only occasionally pulling away for a breath, and then going right back to kissing every ich of it. His hands drags up and down the shaft, and he tiltes his head to the side to give himself easier access. He seemed to be worshipping it, and it made your head spin. “Huh, you seem to really like my strap,” You tease, heat rushing to your groin, and voice wavering.
He barely glances at you, focused completely at the task at hand. “Mhmmm, love your dick,” He chants, thoughts clouded of what its going to do to him later. “So much. So much.”
You giggle at him, and he whimpers slightly, but doesnt stop his actions. Suddenly, you grab his hair, and pull him backward. He winces, peering up at you, confused at your sudden harshness. Drool coats his mouth, and his eyes are cloudy.
“Can I fuck your throat?”
His hands travel up to his neck, a little nervously. You've done it for him multiple times, but it looked like it was uncomfortable, so he always tried to remain perfectly still. Fucking his throat was bound to be painful, or at least a little uncomfortable.
But another part of him screamed for him to let you do it. That will definitely show you how much he loves your cock. How greatful he is whenever you pull it out.
“O-Okay,” he agrees, pulling away and waiting for your next move. You ruffle up his hair affectionately, and he shuts his eyes and sighs. Then, you stand up from the bed and stand in front of him. The dildo slaps him in the face, and he flushes, slightly pulling away from embarrassment.
You press your thumb on his lip, and he opens his mouth almost automatically. “Relax your jaw and move your tongue till it rests over your bottom teeth. Like you have seen me do it,” You instruct and he nods determinedly. His jaw lays limp in your hand and his tongue lightly sticks out. His eyes appear to be nervous, but other than that, he looked pretty excited.
You grin at him, wishing you could take a picture of the pretty sight, but refrain to. “Just gotta relax okay, we won't go for long. Then I’ll fuck you, yeah?”
He nods frantically, eyes lightening up at the prospect. He squirms in front of you from excitement, and you laugh. “Hey, relax, in a bit okay?”
“Yeah. In a bit. I'll do good,” He mumbles to himself mostly, and then goes back to relaxing his jaw. You nod and then let go of his mouth, and grab onto his hair. Then, you press the tip to his tongue and slowly inch it in.
“Just tap my thigh when you need to breathe,” You instruct and Yuuta nods, staring at the pink dildo inching into his mouth.
He unitentionally gives you puppy dog eyes from below, and you coo at him, whispering about how pretty he looks. It seems to help, because he inches closer to you, letting you put more into his mouth.
Right before you hit his gag reflex, you grip his hair and pull him slightly off and then quickly back down again. You continue to do this until your thrusts get harder, and your pull on his hair is harsher
Eventually you hit his gag reflex, and he begins to cough around the dildo, but you pay little attention to it, pulling him closer and then back until he only reaches the tip. Your hips start to move, and combined with your forceful movements on his head, it goes deeper down his throat.
The tears come quickly with the gags, and he shuts his eyes. He taps your thigh after around thirty seconds, and comes coughing off, tears falling down and onto the floor. He holds at his neck and tries to catch a breath. “You okay?” You quickly ask, leaning forward to check on him.
He nods, giving you a dorky thumbs up, and then finally turns around to you. “Gotta give you more credit. Its hard,” He complains, but then leans forward again till it presses against his lips.
You grin, mumbling out, “Yeah, and you're bigger than this.”
He looks up at you sheepishly, but does not argue with you. You play with his hair, while sliding back into his mouth. He gags a little bit, but lets you go deeper. “There ya go, doing so well,” You praise, grinning as you see the outline of the strap along his throat.
He cries some more, and grips his pants profusely, but he doesn't move. You grab his head and hold it still while you fuck his mouth. It makes a lewd sort of squelching noise from when it hits the bag of his throat. He continues to gag through it all, and the noise only spurs you on.
Eventually he pulls away for more air, but is back on seconds later. His jaw is sore, and his throat has to be bruised by now, but he tries not to think about it. Yuuta even has begun to move his head in time with your thrusts, shivering in glee when you coo at him.
He blinks up at you and you brush away his tears. His nose comes just inches from your lower stomach, and one of his hands rests on the base of your hip. You can see the way drool coats his chin, seconds from dripping onto the floor.
His knees begin to hurt from the time spent on the floor, but doesnt dare to complain. Only puling away for a breath, and then forces himself back onto you. He wouldn't dare to admit it, but he is enjoying the feeling of being used. Sure, you cant feel it, but the way you are fucking him makes him feel like you do.
An open hole is what he feels like, and he has to push away his kinky thoughts from getting out of hand. It's easier said than done though. His pants get uncomfortably tight and all he can think about it is when you are going to fuck him for real. Yuuta begins to squirm, but he tries to keep his head lax while you use it.
He's gotten to the point where he has taken the entire length now. Your thrusts are rusthless and the noises his throat makes are so lewd, it makes him blush and turns him on even more. One of his hands is rubbing his bulge and the other squeezes your hips.
Suddenly, you pin his head to your crotch, and he begins to squirm, shivering as the strap hits the back of his throat. He stares at you, trembling and unable to make a noise from how deep it is in him. He can't breathe in this position, and it both scares and turns him on.
“Do you want me to fuck you for real now?”
He tries to nod his head, but it only makes him gag, and then whine. You giggle at him, and finally pull him off of you, the strap hitting him in the face when he pulls away. He heaves, and coughs some more, but he is practically vibrating. Dark eyes look up at you, and he finally gets the chance to nod. He does so frantically, grabbing onto you and giving the strap one last kiss.
You wipe away some of the excess drool, while he stares at you with hearts in his eyes. “Well, then get onto the bed and take off your clothes.”
You have never seen your boyfriend move so quickly.
