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-ˋˏ🕸 KINKTOBER: OCT. 1 ♰ MASTURBATION ♰ Okkotsu Yuuta
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ˏˋ°•*🕸 CONTENT ♰ mdni! masturbation, phone sex, pillow humping, needy!yuuta, pervert!yuuta, mommy kink, dacryphilia, established relationship, slightly mean!reader, mild degradation, slight mindbreak, mentions of yuuta being in heat, no pronouns but use of the word girlfriend, pet names (puppy)
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ˏˋ°•*🕸 A/N ♰ wow off to a rough start posting day 1 on oct.4th! that's what happens when kinktober overlaps w/ midtermtober. first time posting my nsfw works, all feedback/reblogs are appreciated! hope you enjoy ;) .˚⊹. ࣪𓉸 ࣪⊹˚.
Okkotsu Yuuta prides himself on many things. He prides himself on being a good friend, on being a good person, on being a strong enough sorcerer to protect those weaker than him, and most of all, on being a good boyfriend.
Yuuta likes to think of himself as being well-disciplined, as having good self-control. He’s a hopeless romantic, and he spent the longest time at the beginning of your relationship trying to ensure that you perceived him as your soft, sweet, sappy boyfriend. And he is all of those things. But under it all, Okkotsu Yuuta is nothing if not a pervert.
And he knows it.
He knows it when you smile at him so sweetly and ruffle his hair, and he feels himself hardening in his pants, imagining you pulling it, forcing his head back, smiling that sickly sweet smile at him as he melts under your gaze.
He knows it when you plop yourself onto his lap for a movie night with your friend group, and he squirms, retreating against the back of the couch, trying to put as much distance between you and his groin as possible, unable to focus on a single scene of the movie because you’re so close to him he can smell you.
He knows it when he feels that humiliating pang of jealousy in his stomach when you stop on a walk with him to say hi to a dog. Scratching its head, telling it to sit, paw…the way your face lights up as you say “good boy!”, and his flushes dark red.
And he knows it now, as he stares at your contact, knuckles white around the edges of his phone, thumb hovering over the call button as his right hand frantically works itself on his cock, the small hotel room filled with nothing but slick noises and his soft, breathy whines.
Yuuta has been away for just under a week on this mission, and he already feels he’s going crazy. It’s only been six days, he tells himself, trying to refrain from calling you at 2 in the morning. He’s already called you every day since he’s left, including four hours ago when he was supposedly going to sleep – but they’ve all been sweet, innocent calls, filled with declarations of how much you miss each other, and how you can’t wait to squish his cheeks and hug him so tightly when he gets back.
He shouldn’t need to call you to get off. He doesn’t, he tells himself.
Except he’s tried everything now. He’s tried looking at pictures of you, he’s tried watching porn and pretending it’s you - all the things that usually work. Yet, for some reason, it’s just not doing it tonight.
By the time he finally gives in and presses call, he’s already so worked up, panting and humping up into his hand. He’s essentially been edging himself without meaning to for the past hour trying to get off without you.
You pick up after four rings, and as soon as Yuuta hears your voice, it’s like a new pathway in his brain lights up that was dark before; he knows he’s done for.
“Hi puppy~” you chide, voice slightly rough from not using it for the past few hours, “What’re you doing up at this hour?”
Yuuta lets out a breathless moan, making you freeze and grip your phone harder. He instantly spills into his hand, unable to control it. Any humiliation at calling you in such a desperate state is forgotten as he whines and gasps into the phone, his eyes rolling back in relief at finally being able to cum.
“F-fuckkkk, mommy, nnnh–...missed you so much…hah…n-needed to hear you…”
“--Yuuta?”
Yuuta shivers at the way his name sounds coming from your mouth. “Fuck…y-yea? Ahhh I c-can’t…feels so good…f-fuck I love you… hah…”
You’re stunned into silence, hearing such lewd noises coming from his cute voice instantly having an effect on you.
“Fuck… Yuuta, I–...Did you just cum? From me picking up the phone and saying hi?”
Yuuta nods shamelessly, whimpering a soft “mhm” into the phone, still trying to catch his breath, twitching from the aftershocks of his much needed orgasm. He lifts his shaky hand up to his face, spreading his fingers, watching his thick cum web between them.
“Shit, mommy…I came so much…”
Your breath catches in your throat, still in shock.
“My god, puppy. I don’t even know what to say.” “Are you mad?” Yuuta whispers breathlessly. “Of course not. Just surprised, I–...that was so hot.”
Yuuta whines softly, feeling himself twitch again. “Nnnh…y-your voice is so hot…I needed to hear you so bad. W-Was tryna’ cum for so long, couldn’t do it…b-but as soon as I heard your voice, it just happened, I c-couldn’t even help it…nnnh…”
“Aww, Yuuta! You’re so precious.” Yuuta’s pupils dilate at your praise, and he feels heat start to pool in his tummy again. Fuck, the effect your voice has on him is crazy. “So cute. puppy jus’ needed to hear my voice to cum, huh? S’ that easy?”
Yuuta nods, whimpering, unable to stop his hand from sliding down to gently palm at his wet cock, starting to feel uncomfy again. He gasps, sensitive, but pushes up into his hand nonetheless.
“Y..yeah…hah….needed it…t-tried watching porn, 'nd it didn’t even work…jus made me sad…need you…I miss you…”
Yuuta has been quite pent up for the past week, as well, his mission keeping him thoroughly busy. He thought he just needed to cum once, but he doesn’t feel satisfied anymore, especially with you talking to him like this.
“Awww. You’re so cute. I’m glad I could help. I miss you too, Yuuta -so much. How are things going? We didn’t get to talk long today. You must be tired, huh, puppy?”
“M—mhm…” Yuuta’s eyes flutter shut as he grips himself fully, his cum helping his hand glide up and down as he starts stroking again. “Things are going as well as they can... But m’tired, yeah…” “Well I’m sure you’re doing amazing. You’re so strong, Yuuta. And you’ve trained so hard. I know they overwork you, but I’m so proud of you, baby. There’s nobody better suited for the missions they send you on. Did you eat tonight?”
“Ngh—thank you…” hearing your gentle voice praise him through the phone sends a fresh wave of tingles through his body, making Yuuta shiver. “Wish you were here…y-yea, ate dinner earlier…mommy I—…’m touching myself again…” Yuuta’s face flushes at his admission. Your eyes widen in surprise and you let out a breathless laugh into the phone. You had picked up on how panty and whiny he sounded, of course, but you had assumed it was because he was still settling down from his orgasm. Leave it to Yuuta to feel horny again within a minute of cumming. Thoroughly entertained, you decide to cut him a little less slack this time.
“Yeah?” You whisper to him, the seductive lilt in your voice making him clamp his legs together around his hand, head falling back against the pillows. “It’s been how long since you came, Yuuta? A minute? Less?” Yuuta whines, stroking harder, his mind starting to fog up. “d-dunno…less, maybe—hah…” “Awww. Puppy can’t even hold a conversation with mommy without getting worked up again, huh? M’tryna talk to you and you can’t keep your hands off your pretty cock? Miss me that bad?”
Yuuta feels his balls tighten at your words, tummy starting to clench up, twitching hard into his hand. He can barely think of a response, the way you gently degrade him making him feel all floaty and light, and your soft voice in his ear making him tingle all over. “Ahh, I—I—y-yeah, I.. c-can’t help it, I…nnnn~” “What’re you, in heat?” you goad him through the phone, endlessly amused by his antics. “Hah…maybe…d-dunno... your voice…m-makes me so hard, couldn’t stop myself...hah…fuck, I l-love you…”
“Did you even want to talk to me, Yuuta?” You decide to tease him more, “Or did you just want me to talk at you so you can cum to my voice without even telling me like a little perv?” “M’sorrryyy~” Yuuta whines, hips bucking off the bed into his hand at this point, “Ngh..w-was trying to listen to you…just need you so bad…m’not a perv…” “No? You’re not?” Yuuta squirms at the scolding edge to your voice, legs thrashing against the bed, brain growing hazier as he gets closer to his orgasm.
“Mommy please…” “You’re telling me you wouldn’t be touching yourself to my voice right now no matter what I’m talking about?” “I-I…nnhh…” Yuuta tries to think of a response, needing to keep you talking. As soon as he opens his mouth, a loud moan rips from his throat, toes starting to curl in pleasure as he focuses his strokes at the sensitive spot right below his tip. Yuuta whines, realizing he can’t remember your question. “C-can’t think, mommy, I—haaaah~… p-please, please…please.”
“Please what, puppy?” “Please keep talking,” Yuuta moans out, fighting against the foggy feeling in his mind. “Yeah? What do you want me to say, puppy? Do you want me to praise you?” Your voice goes softer and Yuuta nods frantically, feeling tears start to well in his eyes. “Want me to tell you how pretty you sound? How good you’re being for me? How well I’m gonna take care of you next time I see you, how I’m gonna make you cum so hard your little puppy brain won’t even be able to process it?”
Yuuta gasps, cursing under his breath, head thrown back, practically drooling at this point. He’s dropped the phone from his left hand onto the pillow by his head in favor of clutching the sheets next to him, right hand frantically pumping his flushed, dripping cock, the wet noises almost overpowering his whines. “Yes, yes, pleeease mommy, p-please please, hah… m’so close…” “Don’t cum yet, puppy. Stop.” “W-What?” Yuuta’s hand slows on his cock, his tummy twisting up. “I said, don’t cum yet. Take your hand off your cock, turn over. I want you to hump one of your pillows.”
Yuuta groans in frustration, his hand automatically ripping itself off of his cock, his body so attuned to following your commands that it listens to you without him even having time to think it through. He thinks about it more as he watches his pink cock twitch painfully against his stomach, desperately fighting the urge to take it back into his hand. He could just…keep touching, and not tell you. “I-…b-but…ugh…s’gonna make a mess..” “I don’t care.” “But I–” “Do you wanna cum, Yuuta?”
Yuuta huffs in frustration, cock still throbbing from stopping so suddenly when he was so close to cumming, and reluctantly flips himself over. As tempted as he is, he knows he can’t go through with disobeying you – he’d feel guilty about it the whole night until he’d end up snitching on himself. “Are you listening to me?” you ask, your voice sharper than before. “‘Course I am,” Yuuta mutters, huffing again as he grabs a pillow and folds it in half. "Why're you bein' so mean?”
“I’m not!” You smile innocently against the phone. “You don’t have to do any of this, puppy. I can hang up right now and go to bed–” “No!” Yuuta panics, frantically shaking his head. “D-don’t hang up. Please. I’ll be good, wanna be good for you. I’m listeni–ngnhhh~” Yuuta’s pleading breaks off into a pitchy whine as he sinks his hips against the pillow, eyes rolling back at the soft feeling of the fabric against his cock, already so sensitive from being edged. “Oh... mommy i–it feels good…” “There you go, puppy. See? M’not being mean, am I? A puppy in heat doesn’t use his hands, you’re supposed to hump something. You’ll love it.”
Yuuta whines in embarrassment, grabbing a second pillow to bury his face in. “M’not in heat,” he mumbles. Yet, he can’t stop himself from rolling his hips, pressing his cock harder into the pillow. “No? But it seems like you are, puppy. You’re so desperate, you can’t even control your instincts. You were touching yourself without asking me, you came without asking me, and then you started jerking off again while I was talking to you.”
Yuuta pouts, shaking his head as he humps against the pillow harder. “I said m’sorryyy,” he whines, grabbing the phone and holding it closer to his face, eager to hear your voice more. “Couldn’t help it.” “Because you’re in heat? Or because you’re a pervert who can’t hear my voice without getting hard?” “I-I–” Yuuta’s cheeks flush with humiliation, and he moves himself up a bit on the pillow, humping it harder, his precum soaking a wet spot into the fabric. “Nghh…hah…m’not…n-not a perv…y-you’re being mean, mommy…”
“Am I?” Yuuta knows the exact look that’s on your face – you’re pouting at him in false sympathy – and just imagining it makes his tummy tighten, and he moans as the tingly feeling in his groin starts to spread up through his body. “Am I being mean?” “Y-Yeah…hah…s-so mean…” Yuuta pants out. “And is it turning you off, puppy? Be honest.” Yuuta drops his head in defeat, letting out a low whine. “No…”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Good boy. Because it doesn’t matter what I’m saying, you’ll cum no matter what just from hearing me talk to you. Because my voice overpowers every last thought in your hazy little puppy brain. Isn’t that right?” Yuuta just whimpers in response, feeling himself twitch harder, his rhythm becoming irregular. All he can do is pant into the phone, drooling on the pillow that he’s clutching in his arms. He was already so close before he started humping the pillow, he knows he’s not gonna last long.
“Answer me, puppy.” Yuuta opens his mouth, tries to think of the right answer, and just lets out a sob instead. “g-gonna cum,” he moans. “Of course you are. Because you’re a pathetic little thing, aren’t you?” “Nggh…y-yeah…m’pathetic…hah...can I cum mommy? Please please, c-can’t stop…” Yuuta feels his tummy tightening, and he tries to hold himself back, desperately needing your permission this time.
“Say it again, then you can cum. Tell me how pathetic you are.” Yuuta sobs against the pillow, your voice in his ear making it almost impossible to hold himself back.
“I’m pathetic! I’m your pathetic little puppy. I– ah–j-just thinking about you makes me horny…all I can think about right now is f-fucking into you…c-can’t even listen to you talk–w-without–nghh- ffffffuck I needa cum mommy, pleease~I–I cant–can’t think–” “Shhh, s’okay. Relax. Don’t need to think anymore. Just cum for me, puppy. Don’t overwork your pretty little brain.”
“Nngh–” Yuuta’s hips stutter and he tenses up, going silent, vision going white, before he whines loudly as he’s thrown into a shaking orgasm, shooting thick white ropes against the hotel pillow. “Fuck mommy–ahhhh…” You talk him through it gently, finally whispering the praise to him that he’s been waiting for. “Goood puppy, that’s it. That’s my good boy. Did so well for me, Yuuta. Such a good listener. Let it all out.”
Yuuta basks in your praise, whimpering out almost unintelligible “thankyou”s as he rocks his sensitive cock into the pillow, smearing his cum deeper and deeper into the fabric. After a minute, his body slumps against the pillows, and he lets out a shaky breath, high on the endorphins running through his body. He feels around blindly for his phone that he dropped at some point in his haze, grabbing it and holding it close to his face, curling his body around it like it’s you.
“Mommy?” he pants out softly. “I’m right here, puppy,” You quickly reassure him. “You doin’ okay?” “Mhmm,” he hums, blissed out, your voice lulling him into a sleepy trance now that he’s not so pent up anymore. “Not mad at me, right?” You laugh softly, feeling a bit bad for him. “Aww. Not even a tiny bit. You did so good, Yuuta, that was so hot.” “Mmm,” Yuuta hums softly again, smiling. You hesitate for a moment, before asking, “Was I too mean?”
“Nuh-uh. I liked it.” Yuuta nuzzles his head into his pillow, winces at the wet spot from drooling on it, and flips it over before nuzzling back into it. “I’ve been so horny for you this whole trip. Can’t stop jerking off to your pictures. I need to be put in my place sometimes,” he giggles. “Dumb puppy,” you try to calm yourself down, cheeks starting to hurt from smiling into the phone. “You know that being horny for your girlfriend doesn’t actually make you a perv, right? I just like messing with you.”
“I know,” Yuuta smiles dreamily into the phone on the other end of the line. Lying there, dazed, with a worn out variation of the same expression as you, hundreds of miles away. “I like when you mess with me…” He pauses, before adding, “Sometimes. As long as you’re extra nice to me after.” “Of course, puppy. I can only handle being a little mean to you, anyway. You’re such a good boy at heart, aren’t you? Always so perfect for me.”
Yuuta whines, kicking the soiled pillow away from between his legs so he doesn’t get tempted to rub himself against it. “Stop ittt…I love you, but you’re gonna make me horny again.” “Awhh, I’m sorry, I’ll stop. I love you too, and you need to go to bed.” You pause, before adding, “You know I don’t mean anything I say when I'm mean to you, though, right?” “Of course not,” Yuuta yawns, smiling. “I know I’m your good boy.”
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