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⌗ ꒰ 𝓉okuno 𝓎ushi x f!reader ꒱ ❤︎ 1.4k, fluff, est. relationship, reader and yushi had a fight, use of yushi's last name (duhhh :p)
⌗ you call your boyfriend “tokuno” in anger, and it’s the one thing he can’t bear. he'll do anything to win back the right to hear his name on your lips again ࿔*:･ﾟ
메시지: based off this tweet >< it makes sm sense… absolute cutie ushi
usually, if you and yushi had a fight, it’d be resolved within minutes, both being conciliatory. but this time, you weren’t feeling it. for the past week, yushi had been basically ignoring you – if you texted him, he’d respond only hours later, which was much too late. if you wanted to go out with him, he’d somehow be busy every single time. if you asked him to get you something from the store, he’d tell you he “missed the text” or that it had “slipped his mind.”
it wasn’t something you could just brush off, especially when it felt like he was falling out of love with you. so you brought it up, unhappy with how he was treating you. but the small comment turned into a full-blown argument, and now neither of you were speaking to each other. well, yushi was trying to talk to you, but you wouldn’t give in.
“please, y/n,” he begged, scooting closer to you on the couch while you scrolled on your phone, turning a blind eye to your boyfriend laying his full weight on your back. “if you’re not gonna speak to me, at least acknowledge me?” he sighed, his arms wrapping around your body.
you continued scrolling, not taking the time to turn and face him. but hearing the desperation in yushi’s voice sent a pang to your heart, melting your ice-cold layer. “what do you want, tokuno?” you said harshly.
this time, yushi decided to put aside the fact that you didn’t call him “baby,” or even by his first name, but by his last. he continued the conversation, but there was no denying that he was thinking about it. “come follow me to dance practice?”
even though you and yushi were practically on no-speaking terms (one-sided but it’s good enough), you agreed, knowing that if you didn’t, it’d send yushi spiraling.
the drive to the studio was complete silence. you carried on busying yourself with your phone while yushi focused on driving, not even bothering to turn on the radio. maybe you didn’t notice it, or maybe yushi was just good at hiding his emotions, but on the inside, he was contemplating the way you called him “tokuno.”
he absolutely hated it. it was so cold, like you two were enemies and only called each other by your last names. to him, it was completely unacceptable – how could his girlfriend call him tokuno?!
“tokuno…” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head as he gripped the steering wheel tightly. it drove him insane.
once you reached the studio, you unlocked your door, hopping out of the seat. you never opened your own door if yushi was with you, that was a set rule. yushi pouted seeing this, folding his arms. did he really mess up this time?
yushi thought that when you both got into the dance studio, you’d return to your normal self, only showing a perfect relationship to the others. but to him, it seemed like you were playing it up just for them.
“yushi! i didn’t know if you were coming or not, you took so long.” sion greeted, chuckling at him. “oh, and hi, y/n.” he smiled, waving at you.
you waved back, a big smile plastered on your face. a smile too big for yushi’s liking. he pulled you closer to him, hugging your side, but you slipped out of his grasp, walking to sit on the couch in the corner of the room.
he clung to you like a panda clinging to a bamboo shoot, and as nice as it felt having his warmth engulf him, you were supposed to be upset with him. “tokuno, aren’t you supposed to be dancing?” you asked, pushing him off you.
hearing you use that stupid name again, his bottom lip jutted out even more, becoming more noticeable to you and his other members. “hmph…” he whined, tugging you back into his arms. “stop calling me that, y/n.” he gently punched your shoulder, his head hung low.
“then stop doing stuff that forces me to call you that.” you huffed, finally putting down your phone. through the corner of your eye, you could see the members staring at you and yushi, but it didn’t matter to you.
“oh.” at that moment, he understood how unhappy it made you. none of it was on purpose, and that’s what he defended himself with, but he was upset at you simply using his last name to speak to him, he too would feel the same if he was the one in your position. “i’m sorry, y/n.” his voice was barely above a whisper, somehow even quieter than how he usually spoke. “i really wasn’t doing it on purpose. i’ll make it up to you, i promise.”
“look, yushi. i’m not trying to make you feel bad, i know you weren’t doing it intentionally, but i’ve been basically ignored for the whole week.” you exhaled, brushing a hand through yushi’s hair. you couldn’t help but feel for your boyfriend who stood in front of you like a dejected kitten. “go practice, we’ll figure it out at home, ushi.” but yushi couldn’t handle the tension anymore. he despised the feeling that you and him weren’t on good terms and if he didn’t solve the issue now, he wouldn’t even be able to focus on his practice, anyway.
“no, we need to settle it now, y/n.” his head slouched to the side, eyes close to tears. “i don’t wanna practice if we aren’t okay.”
as much as you’d like to work out your fight, the rest were – still – staring at you two, and it felt a little too intimate to be doing this in front of them. “the guys are watching us, yushi. just wait till we get home, okay?”
“y/nnn…” he hummed, putting on that face that you couldn’t say no to. “please?” if he had that pleading face on, it went without saying. you, partially against your will, nodded.
“i’m sorry for… everything. it wasn’t deliberate, i swear. i understand that you felt upset and i’ll do anything to make sure it doesn’t happen again, okay? i’m really sorry, angel.” the words flew out of his mouth like it was all he had been thinking about… because it had been.
you sighed at how easy you were, bringing him into your embrace. “it’s fine, yushi. all my feelings just pent up and i took it out on you.” you hid your face in the crook of his neck, stroking a hand down his back.
“so, we’re okay?” he asked, taking your face into his hands and pulling it out of his shoulder. even if you wanted to say no, the grip he had on your face, and the way his eyes were begging you, forced you to say yes.
“good. and stop calling me tokuno.” his voice revolted at the thought of you calling him “tokuno” one more time.
“whatever, tokuno.” you forced him away, sending him to the rest of his friends. however, the ring of his last name had him turning back to you, dragging you back into his grasp.
he pressed your back into his chest, surrounding your body with his arms to keep you in place as he attacked your face with sharp kisses. “i. said. don’t. call. me. that!” he complained between each peck, each word gaining more annoyance.
you turned around to face him, laughing at his reaction to the passing nickname, while rubbing your cheeks which were now turning red with how much energy he had put into his kisses. “i’m kidding, baby.”
“you better be,” he said with a sulk. before letting you go, he brought you into one last kiss, or so he thought.
just as his lips were landing onto yours, you whipped your head to the side, his kiss ending up on your cheek instead of your mouth.
“y/n!” he frowned, expression turning sullen. “seriously, you’re so mean…”
“and you were ignoring me the whole week, ushi.” you giggled, finally giving him his long-awaited kiss on the lips. “i love you.”
“gosh, they need to get a room…” ryo winced at the sight of the couple, faking a throw up.
despite the others hating the sight, it was safe to say that yushi wouldn’t be getting on your bad side ever again.
y/n doesn’t like the entire hockey team(exceptional of two players), but she especially doesn’t like their star player tokuno yushi. it’s difficult for her to do her role as one of the university’s journalist AND photographer when he doesn’t say anything above ten words. it’s not like she hates him—that’s too petty for her to do. hate is a strong word… maybe agitated. things will about to feel like she’s been dunked into the ice cold water ten times for her when she’s specifically assigned to him now, when it used to be riku.
pairing: ice hockey player!yushi x journalist major fem!reader
contains&warnings: reader only likes riku and sion (her brother) in the entire hockey team, profanities, adult jokes(suggestive), crack jokes, readers fg is too chronically online, kms/kys jokes, tsundere yushi and more to come!
fts !!: ot6 wish, anton&wonbin of riize, rei of ive
status: ONGOING (11.20.2025 - ), post schedule is 4x a week (lie)
Summary: yushi's football team lost the match, and it's your job as his girlfriend to cheer him up. so you decide to use your body...
Genre: footballer yushi, smut!! p in v (for the first time!!), teasing, romantic vibes, public sex (men's locker room)
Word count: 2.1k
A/n: anyone else have post world cup blues? come live out my football WAG dreams with yushi ;)
You stood in front of a door labelled “MEN’S LOCKER ROOM”, wondering if you should go in. It was past 10PM, and the football match had finished hours ago. Yushi’s team had lost badly to their opponents, meaning their dreams of advancing to the final had been crushed.
The only player who hadn’t appeared out the back of the stadium, ready to run in to the open arms of their girlfriends or drown their sorrows in alcohol, was your boyfriend. You figured he probably hadn’t even managed to leave the locker room. Sometimes, when he was sad, he’d sit in the same spot for hours.
“I’m coming in!” you yelled, loudly enough to warn any unsuspecting footballers who were in a state of undress that you, a young woman, would be invading their space.
You pushed open the heavy door and went into the changing room. The scent of sweat and shower gel weighed heavily on the humid air. Blue lockers lined the walls, and football boots were scattered haphazardly over the floor. But there was no sign of Yushi.
You rounded the corner to another section of the changing room. The lights on the ceiling flickered, bathing everything in a white, fluorescent glow. There was a long wooden bench, pushed up against the lockers. At the far end of the bench sat your boyfriend.
Yushi was hunched over, with his head hanging in his hands. He was still wearing his white football jersey and shorts from the match. Despite his broad shoulders and muscled legs, he looked deflated.
“Yushi,” you murmured. “I’m here, baby.”
Yushi didn’t look up.
You walked over to him and sat beside him on the bench. You placed a hand on his shoulder, shaking him gently. His body was hot, too hot, and his jersey was damp with sweat.
“I’m really sorry about the match,” you murmured. You kneaded his stiff shoulder, trying your best to massage the taut muscle there.
Yushi squirmed at your touch and shrugged you off him. You placed your hand back in your lap. You were hurt at his rejection, but as Yushi’s girlfriend of four months, you’d gotten to understand some of his ways, and knew he didn’t really mean it personally.
“There’s always next season, right?” You tried to make your voice sound as happy as possible, without coming across as fake.
Yushi’s shoulders rose and fell as he let out a long sigh.
Then, he looked up at you, his hazel eyes meeting yours for the first time. His hair, which he’d dyed a pastel yellow-pink, was dark with sweat, and hung in clumps over his forehead.
“You weren’t there,” he murmured.
You gulped. A knot formed in the pit of your stomach. You knew what he was referring to.
“I’m **sorry I missed the match- my boss made me stay late! There was this article that needed some last minute changes before it could be published, and I was the only one who could-”
“I looked for you, and you weren’t there,” Yushi said, interrupting you with his small voice.
You leant your head down and rested it on Yushi’s shoulder. “Honestly, I didn’t think you’d… notice. But, I’m here now.”
“I did notice,” Yushi said. He pushed you off him again, harder this time.
You stood up, folding your arms across your chest. “Look, I know you’re upset about the game, but don’t take it out on me.”
Yushi stared at you darkly through his thick lashes. The fluorescent ceiling lights shimmered in his eyes. His cheeks were flushed and glistening with sweat.
“I don’t care about the game,” he whispered. “Bad girlfriend. I should get a new one.”
“Hey!” You snapped. “I came all this way just to- ugh!” You huffed and spun around towards the exit.
Just as you were about to storm away, you felt a hand grab your wrist. Yushi’s was gripping you tight, not letting you leave.
“What?” you said, turning to face him.
You never could quite understand what your boyfriend wanted. Sometimes, he was all smiles and cuddles. He’d carry you in one arm to his bed, drop you down on it and lick your pussy till you were in tears with pleasure. But other times, he’d avoid your kisses and ghost you for days.
Yushi stared up at you, eyes glinting. “Make it up to me-” he whispered. “I need you.”
Your heart thundered in your chest. Yushi was looking at you with such vulnerability that it shocked you.
You let your knees buckle as you slid down to the floor in front of him. You held onto his knee, steadying yourself.
You stroked the soft cotton of his knee high football socks. Slowly, you pulled them off, revealing his brown, toned calves. You noticed the deep purple bruises forming on his shins, and winced.
“They really roughed you up out there,” you murmured, shuffling so that you were kneeling between Yushi’s spread legs.
Yushi watched you silently, his pink lips pressed together in a line. His arms were at his sides, hands curled into his fists
You rubbed your palms up and down his shorts, feeling the roped muscle of his thighs. You could see the outline of his bulge swelling under the fabric.
“Do you want me to suck you off, baby?” you asked. “Will that make you feel better?”
Yushi shook his head.
You frowned. You reached out, letting your hand rest lightly on his chest, right over his heart. Despite his composed face, you could feel that his heart was racing frantically.
“Then what do you want?” you asked.
Yushi reached his hand down between your legs, his sudden movement surprising you. His fingers found their way under the hem of your skirt. He cupped your clothed pussy, his palm brushing against the lace of your panties.
“Want that,” he said, brown eyes glinting. “Inside.”
Your breath caught in your throat. You and Yushi had only been dating for four months, and you’d never had his cock inside you before.
“Right here?” you squeaked.
Yushi nodded quickly, the corner of his lips rising in a smile.
You looked around at the empty locker room. A half open satchel hung from a locker door, and three empty cans of aftershave were stacked one on top of the other. It was not the most romantic of locations. But, you couldn’t ignore the aching between your legs.
“Okay,” you said, scrambling to your feet. “Take off your pants.”
You watched as Yushi grabbed the waistband of his shorts with both hands. He quickly pulled his shorts down his thighs, along with his white boxers, leaving him naked.
You pulled down your skirt and panties, and abandoned them on the floor nearby. The warm, heavy air caressed your pussy.
Yushi’s cock rose out of his dark, lower hair. He was already rock hard. The cockhead, glistening with precome, was pointing at you. The skin around his cock and upper thighs was paler than the smooth brown of his abs and legs. This part of him rarely ever saw the sun.
“You’re so gorgeous,” you whispered. You traced your finger across the tan line on the muscled swell of his thigh, feeling him shiver quietly under your touch. You could feel yourself growing wet in anticipation.
Yushi was sitting on the bench. You swung your leg over Yushi and straddled his lap.
His hands found their way to your waist, keeping you steady as you balanced on his strong thighs. His fingers twisted into your shirt, as he kept you anchored on him.
His stiff cock nuzzled against the smooth fold of your inner thigh. Yushi pushed his hips forward slightly, greedily enjoying the friction of his shaft against your skin.
You reached your hand down the neckline of your own shirt, and pulled out something stashed away in your bra. You pressed the pink foil square into Yushi’s palm, giving him a long look.
Yushi uncurled his fingers and looked down at the condom wrapper you’d placed into his hand. He smirked, eyes dancing.
“My girl came prepared,” he said, so quietly you thought he was talking to himself. “That’s hot.”
You curled your fingers around the veiny base of Yushi’s cock, holding it steady as Yushi rolled the condom onto his member. Then, you positioned his cock to your soaked hole.
Your breath caught in your throat as you realised that this would be the first time you and him would be joined in this ancient, primal way. Your eyes lifted to meet Yushi’s. From the way his irises were sparkling, you could tell he was feeling the same way.
You sank down onto his shaft, feeling your pussy burn as you took him all the way inside.
Yushi’s eyes squeezed shut. “Please,” he gasped, his hands flying to your hips.
You weren’t sure what he meant by that. You stayed still, feeling the warmth of his sword buried deep inside you. It was a heady, sparkly sort of feeling, being filled in this way.
“More,” Yushi whispered. You could feel his thighs trembling beneath you.
You lifted your hips up as far as you could, feeling his member drag inside you. Then, you sank back down again. Your pussy squelched, and you and Yushi groaned in unison. The feeling was amazing. You felt so connected to Yushi.
You carried on, dragging yourself up and down his shaft. Experimentally, you rolled your hips forward, so that the wet, sticky curves of your cunt brushed against his tight lower abdomen. You rubbed your clit over his abs, moaning softly.
Yushi’s head smacked hard against the metal door of the locker. You winced at the sound, but Yushi seemed completely oblivious to the pain. His face was dark red, and his lips were silently mouthing your name.
“Yushi, I won’t last long,” you gasped, as the pleasure in your heat began to grow.
Yushi thrust his hips up into you. You kept yourself still on his thighs, letting him plough into you from below. You held onto his firm shoulders for support. Your sopping pussy shivered and leaked around his thrusting member.
Yushi’s pants grew louder. His lips were plump and shiny, and you leaned forwards to kiss them as he fucked you.
His tongue brushed against yours as he kissed you, open mouthed. Your pussy pulsed around Yushi’s dick, and soon, your orgasm burst through you.
“Fuck, Yushi!” You cried out as you came all over his cock.
“Ah-” Yushi grunted. He spilled into the condom - you could feel his cum, warm and weird, inside you. His muscles quivered beneath you.
Yushi buried his face against your shoulder, muffling his moans while you rode him through it, milking every last drop from his member until he was trembling.
You both stilled, dripping with sweat and come, legs like jelly.
Yushi eased his penis out of your vagina and tossed the condom off to the side.
He brushed his fingers softly through your swollen, sticky pussy lips. He brought his glistening fingers up to the light, and murmured, “ew”.
You smacked his shoulder, laughing.
“I guess we should take a shower,” you said.
Yushi tilted his head towards the communal shower cubicles at one end of the locker room.
“Shall we?” he asked.
You snorted. “Use that sweaty man shower, straight after the team? No thank you!”
Yushi laughed, shoulders shaking, smiling with his teeth. “I guess you’re right.”
You slid out of his lap and picked your panties off from the dirty tiled floor, grimacing. You scrunched them up and stuffed them into your bag, deciding you’d rather not wear them now that they’d been on the floor.
Suddenly, you felt Yushi’s warm, strong arms wrap around you, as he pulled you into a back hug.
“Thank you,” Yushi murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your hair. You could feel him pour all his emotions that he couldn’t express with words into that kiss.
“I love you. Let’s get out of here,” you said, heart swelling.
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THE PERKS OF HAVING TWO BOYFRIENDS | bf!yusion x reader
word count: ~ 2,5k
content warning: poly relationship, established relationship, lowkey everyone is a switch so yeah, brief nipple play, cumming in underwear, implied no use of protection, idk what else 💔
。゜•┈꒰ა ✩ ໒꒱┈• ゜｡
having two boyfriends has its own perks. double the love, double the affection, and of course double the pleasure.
sure it was weird for some people, ‘cause why on earth would someone need two boyfriends, but they are truly truly truly missing out.
the morning was going by rather slowly. after sion left for whatever errands he had to run, you and yushi stayed behind in bed, curled up in each other’s embrace.
you loved spending your mornings with him, he was much more relaxed than sion, who was running around with seemingly all the energy in the world, despite waking up at the ass crack of dawn. yushi on the other hand starts his days way slower. he never wakes up right away, so one of you will always have to either pepper his pretty little face with kisses, or try and wake him up with some more drastic moves. a hand sliding down into his pants, tiny wet kisses on the sensitive skin of his neck, or you know…something like that.
this morning was no different from those. after sion left, yushi immediately went back to sleep, and you were left alone, with no one to entertain you. you tried your best to fall back asleep, but luck was not on your side today. you sighed in defeat as you took a glance at the boy sleeping next to you. his defined back, broad shoulders and exposed neck were practically begging for you to give them some attention. and who are you to not give into the temptation.
you shuffled a bit closer to him, even though it was barely even possible, and started showering his neck with the faintest kisses as you wrapped your arms around his torso, making him be the little spoon.
“yuu-chan…it’s time to wake up~” you chime into his ear, as you place a feather light kiss on his earlobe, slightly nibbling on it which earns a soft little sigh from him, even though his eyes are still closed. his reaction earns a pride smile from you, ‘cause even in his sleep he is still oh so responsive to your touch.
you can see the goosebumps forming on his skin as you continue to cover his neck and shoulders with kisses, occasionally taking the thin skin between your teeth and gently sucking on it, not stopping for even a second. your hands are not staying still either, you were quick to slip one hand under his tank top (thank you sion) to run your hand over his lean upper body, thumb accidentally brushing over his nipple on “accident”. you knew he was finally awake when you felt him jolt a little at the sensation, his hips bucking up on instinct.
“good morning angel. a little eager this morning, aren’t we?” you whispered against his neck, lips never leaving his skin, your thumb now permanently stationed on the sensitive bud, as you heard his small pants getting more frequent, eventually turning into barely audible whines. you could never deny how much you appreciated hearing him let out even the slightest noise, and you swore to make him know.
“you have no idea how much i love hearing your voice” you removed your hands and gently turned him on his back, and straddled his lap. you could feel his cock getting harder under you, and as you flashed him a teethy smile you slowly started rocking your hips and slammed your lips on his. the kiss was sweet, yet messy. teeth clashing, tongues dancing together, lips bitten. it wasn’t particularly wild, but it wasn’t gentle either.
while you were grinding on his clothed cock you rolled his top up in a swift motion, and your hands were on his nipples again, which made him moan into the kiss. you knew this combo would make him get close to his orgasm fast, and you were right, because you could feel him practically thrust into you desperately, movements getting out of control and whimpers getting louder and louder.
you broke the kiss to look him in the eye, and the sight you saw was truly ethereal, making you halt the rocking of your hips. his eyes shining, pouty lips bright red and swollen from kissing, his neck covered in hickies and bite marks. he looked so gorgeous under you, you just wanted to devour him whole. you could stare at him all day, but your trance was cut short by him eagerly grinding against your pussy, chasing the last remaining fragments of his orgasm.
“you are so impatient yuu-chan…just hold on a little longer for me. can you do that for me sweet boy?” you cooed as you placed one hand on his face, running your thumb across his rose colored cheeks, and all he gave you was a hesitant nod. “that’s the spirit. you are already doing so well~” you placed a tiny kiss on his lips, as you started grinding on his dick again in the most agonizing slowness ever. you watched as threw his head back in pleasure, a loud whimper (more like a cry) escaping his mouth. oh how pretty he sounded.
you made sure to change your pace once in a while, which sent him over the edge almost all the time. whenever you felt like he was close you stopped, which ended up in him squirming under you as the begging words fell from his lips. “ ‘m s-so close…please please let me….l-let me cum” he wailed everytime you stopped right before his orgasm. his eyes were filled with tears by this point, and you would be lying if you didn’t find it quite hot. his flushed and tear stained cheeks with his glossy lips and messy pink hair made him look like the most beautiful angel, and who could ever say no when said angel is desperately begging for them.
“cum for me pretty boy, i want to hear your sweet voice when you fall apart” you said before your lips claimed his in the messiest kiss ever. you picked up the pace as you felt your own orgasm approaching as well. yushi by this point was a whimpering mess under you, hips involuntarily bucking up, his cock forcing its way between your folds, despite the both of you still wearing your underwear. the room was filled with the mixture of his and your needy and broken moans. he was practically crying when he finally felt his orgasm overtaking his body, and you also looked like you were about to cum, as you whispered his name in the tiniest voice ever, yet still laced with affection and lust. his movements were now out of control, and he couldn’t have held his voice back even if he wanted to. he was more than ready to soak both of yours underwear, cock throbbing from the built up pleasure, when your movements suddenly stopped which genuinely made him cry out in frustration as his orgasm was cut off yet again. he was so out of it he didn’t even notice sion standing in the door with the most adorable pout sitting on his lips.
“sionie~” you cooed at him when you noticed him in the doorway, your lips curling in a warm smile as you held a hand out towards him “don’t just stand there baby, come join us. you have a lot to catch up on~” and he didn’t have to be told twice. in a blink of an eye he was already next to you, waiting eagerly for your next move. he took a glance at the panting and still sobbing mess named yushi next to him, and he couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit of jealousy towards him. oh how he wished it was him who you were grinding on before. as the image appeared in his mind he could instantly feel that familiar tightness of his pants. he prayed you wouldn’t notice him getting hard that quick, because even though you would never judge him for it, and find it rather hot, he still felt quite embarrassed. unfortunately for him you would never miss it, your gaze has been fixated on him ever since you saw the pouting of his plump lips. you had a vague idea of the reason behind it and you promised yourself you will make up for it to him.
“you barely even got back and you are already rock hard. i didn’t know you missed us this much.” you giggled as you placed a hand on his erection and started palming him through his sweatpants, the feeling making his hips jerk forward.
“my pretty boys are both so eager today…” you smiled at both of them as you got off from yushi’s lap, grinding your hips against his as slow as possible, making yushi bite his lips as the sluttiest moan slipped from between his teeth. “yushi…we already had so much fun today, but we cannot have sionie feel left out. how about we make him catch up?” and yushi didn’t have to be told twice. even though his cock was still painfully hard and sensitive from the overstimulation, he did not hesitate to yank sion’s sweatshirt off and pull him into the sloppiest kiss ever. you leaned back just enough to get a good look of your boyfriends making out in front of you, and what a sight it was. you watched in awe as their lips viciously fought for dominance, tongues intertwining, moans and whimpers filling the room. in the meantime you were not slacking off either as you pulled down sion’s pants and underwear at the same time, revealing his rock hard cock, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. you did not hesitate to wrap your hand around it and start moving your hand, your thumb circling the slit of his tip. the sudden feeling of your hand sent shivers down his spine, making him yelp in yushi’s mouth and involuntarily fucking into your hand. yushi on the other hand was definitely on the edge. sion’s moans, and the wet sounds of you jerking him off turned him on even more, but all he could do was thrust helplessly into the air, as he felt the knot in his abdomen tightening. he broke the kiss for a moment as he looked up at sion desperately.
“hyung…t-touch me please….” he cried out, and could barely even finish his sentence, because sion’s hand was already in his underwear, wrapping around his sensitive tip. sion could barely even move his hand when he felt yushi’s cock jolt under his touch. the mixture of wails, babbles of both your and sion’s name left his mouth, as he came violently all over sion’s hand. you could feel how yushi’s seemingly mind shattering orgasm made sion insanely turned on, as it was now him who was dictating the pace, his cock pulsating under your touch. you could see how close his orgasm was getting, as he could barely keep his composure, but you wanted nothing more than for him to cum inside of your now soaking wet cunt, so you gently tightened your grip around his length, making him halt.
“don’t cum yet, i want you inside of me. i want you to fill me up…please?” you batted your lashes at him, and how could he ever say no to his angel of a girlfriend, who has been nothing but good to him. so he flipped you on your back in a swift motion, hands already pulling down your drenched panties. he lined his cock up to your hole, and placed a sweet kiss on your plush lips as he buried his dick inside of you, your pussy immediately clenching around his length. he really had to restrain himself from viciously slamming his hips into you, but the way you looked under him made him lose his mind, and all his self control disappeared when saw the desperate look you shot him. his hands found their place on your waist, his grip firm as he started ruthlessly pounding you.
the feeling of his cock reaching the deepest parts of you made you see stars. your mind was totally blank, and you could barely register the extra pleasure from your clit being played with. you assumed it was sion,
but to your surprise it was yushi, whose earlier pathetic behavior was nowhere to be seen and was now smiling at you coyly while his fingers worked on your sensitive bud.
the pleasure was overwhelming, and you could feel the rapid approaching of your orgasm.
“s-sion…yushi…’m so close…please don’t stop….” you whined, but was quickly silenced by yushi’s lips enveloping yours in a much gentler kiss than the other ones from earlier.
“you are doing so well for us sweetheart, just hang in there for me a little longer. can you do that for me?” you could barely hear sion’s words from the ringing of your ears, but you could definitely feel him getting closer to cumming. his grip on your hip was now so strong it almost hurt and you were sure it would leave a mark, but the way his cock hit your sweet spot just right made up for every possible bruise.
his cock was slamming into you cruelly, as his moans got even more guttural. you could feel his cock throbbing inside of you, and see his abs flexing as his orgasm caught up to him. his climax was so intense that his previously merciless thrust now were becoming less controlled, and his composure completely shattered as he practically collapsed onto your chest while his orgasm finally caught up to him. “f-fuck angel…you feel so…so fucking good.” he mumbled against your skin as his release flooded your insides, the spasms of your walls milking his cock dry. you could feel your own pleasure becoming more overwhelming as yushi’s thumb was still working on your clit, but his lips were now covering your whole body with gentle kisses, as he whispered praises against your heated skin. your body was quivering under his touch and from sion still thrusting inside of you, despite himself trembling from the overstimulation.
“yushi…si-sion…f-fuck…i’m gonna c-cum. don’t s-stop, please don’t stop…” you pleaded as you felt the familiar feeling of your climax overtaking your whole body. the intensity of your orgasm made you see all white, and you could barely even scream out their names, as it sounded more like a broken cry.
as you came down from your high you could feel the two boys pampering you with soft kisses, gentle touches all over your body and loving words whispered against your skin and lips. yushi was now laying next to you, stroking your hair, while sion cleaned the both of you up. your energy was all but gone, and you could barely keep your eyes open when you felt the blanket being thrown over you and the arms wrapping around your from both sides.
“you both were so amazing today, i’m so in love with the both of you.” you whispered, voice sounding tired and weak as you placed a quick peck on their lips, and closed your eyes, letting the exhaustion take over you.
people might not understand and judge the fact that someone has multiple lovers at the same time, but you would never have it in any other way.
。゜•┈꒰ა ✩ ໒꒱┈• ゜｡
what does a girl gotta do to get two boyfriends who will make out in front of her???? 😔😔😔 also i’ve never written nor participated in a threesome so please bear with me and lmk if it’s absolutely ass 🔥🔥🔥 also it’s not proofread so my apologies for the possible mistakes 😓
pairing: soft dom! sion x afab!reader x inexperienced!yushi
summary: you’re a spoiled brat. your boyfriend makes a proposal. yushi comes over unbeknownst of what’s to come.
w/c: 3.2k
disclaimer: minors dni, explicit content, afab reader, mentions of gay sex
a/n: everyone is gay. happy pride month.
smut warnings: oral fem receiving, fingering fem receiving, pet name (baby)
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“Wait–you’ve never eaten anyone out before?”
Yushi is blushing before you can even finish asking the question. You can tell he’s trying to be nonchalant, but even just the shake of his head is shrouded in polite shyness.
“I’ve just never gotten a chance,” His quiet voice becomes impossibly soft.
You nod, understandably. It makes sense that the sweet boy has never had a chance to get so intimate with anyone, considering his lack of experience. To his credit, he manages to hold eye contact with you.
“Before I started dating Sion, I hadn’t really been eaten out before,” you scrunch up your nose thinking about all the people you wasted your time with, “Men are dogs, ushi. They only want one thing.”
“Hey!” Your boyfriend shouts in retaliation.
It’s hard to take Sion seriously because his head is halfway buried in one of the cheap cabinets you both found at a yard sale. It’s a dark brown color that makes Sion’s blonde hair contrast wildly, even though you can only see the ends of it. Sion is cleaning up the board game you were all playing just 20 minutes ago. It had started intensely with Sion getting competitive and spewing nonsense about winning in his home territory. Yet, by the last round, Yushi was so ahead in points that Sion practically begged you to take over his character. You ended up playing for both of you while Sion talked Yushi’s ear off about nothing and everything all at once, hence how you ended up on the topic of sexual experiences.
“Not you, baby,” You yell back at Sion from the couch, but wink at Yush, who sits on the other end. Yushi fails to bite back a small smirk.
“Are you guys talking shit about me?” Sion finally comes over and squishes himself between you and the couch arm. He envelops himself around you, his fingers closing around your waist tightly.
“A little,” Yushi swiftly responds.
“No,” You answer at the same time.
The three of you fall into a fit of giggles. Sion, being the ever-giddy man he is, somehow manages to fall onto you with laughter. The action makes you nearly bump your forehead into Yushi’s shoulder, given how tightly you’re packed onto the small couch—another yard sale find. Yushi’s smile reveals his teeth as he lends a hand to help you sit up straight.
“I’m sorry, Sion, but it’s true! There’s a lot of guys who don’t care for giving oral and just want to get their dick wet.”
“It just feels kinda intimate…” Yushi adds on quietly, “Compared to fingering, I guess.”
“The intimacy of oral is the best part!” Sion exclaims, and you think about how true it is.
Your mind betrays you by flashing the image of Sion on his knees two nights ago. You can still feel his plump lips kiss the inside of your thighs. You blink it away with a deep breath. Yushi tilts his head at Sion. He hums before speaking.
“Then, if I get the chance soon, I might give it a try.”
“Do you want to?” Sion, who lets you press your back against his chest, asks deceitfully innocently.
You know where this is going. That same two nights ago, you confessed to Sion how attractive you thought Yushi was. Sion had expressed his interest in getting to know each other more intimately. Then, he was swiftly between your legs, teasing you about how much you wanted the younger man.
Yushi has gone quiet again, though. It must be strange to talk about these sorts of things with his hyung while you’re here. He nods his head once with a firm hai.
“Sion is really good at it,” you cup one hand on his cheek and shake his head playfully, “He could teach you!”
Sion returns the affection by placing a loud, wet kiss behind your ear. It makes you giggle because of how much it tickles. Sion’s grin is so wide you know his cheeks must hurt. Yushi, on the other hand, looks half mortified.
“I don’t know…” his smile looks more like a grimace than anything.
“It can be nice for you, too,” Sion insists, “The sounds this cutey makes always get me so hard, and then the way they squeeze–”
“Sion! Babe, you’ll scare off the poor man!”
Dial it down, you tell him with a squeeze of your hands on his.
Yushi’s blush is back. It coats his cheeks and the tips of his ears sweetly. His eyes betray him, though. You can see the way they shine with curiosity, the way he’s eager to hear more. The subtle biting of his bottom lip tells you all you need to know.
“It’s true,” Sion only shrugs at you before addressing Yushi again, “I wouldn’t mind teaching you sometime, you know?”
“I do want to learn.”
Yushi doesn’t look at Sion when he says it, he looks directly at you. Sure, he’s still blushing, but his gaze has gotten more intense now. Your pulse pounds with it. Something about it tells you he wants you just as badly as you want him. You then feel Sion’s hand come down on your thigh. He swiftly kneads the flesh, taking your attention from Yushi. It’s possessive, but not jealous. When you look over at Sion, he’s got a knowing smirk on his lips.
“What do you think, baby? You wanna let him practice on you?”
Sion refuses to tear his eyes from you. His thumb rubs your thigh with a steady squeeze. He wants you to know it’s completely up to you. You’ve got total control. The very fact makes something light itself alive in your stomach.
“Yeah,” you mutter, “I want it.”
Sion’s lips quirk.
“Tell him, not me.”
God, you simultaneously hate the smug look on his face. But the confidence radiating off him makes you fearless, too. In a second you’re turning to Yushi, who is completely captivated by you two. You watch as his tongue drags over his bottom lip.
“I want you to eat me out, ushi.”
Yushi immediately answers in Japanese you don’t quite understand. Luckily, Sion is quick to explain with a giggle.
“He just asked if he’s dreaming.”
A grin breaks out on your face without your permission. Cute.
“Not a dream,” You hum, “A fantasy of mine, is all.”
“Baby, now you’re scaring him.” Sion, whose hand has crept further up your thigh now, warns into your ear.
“You’re . . . sure?” Yushi’s eyes flicker between the two of you. He’s seeking Sion’s opinion, you realize.
Sion responds by pressing soft kisses up against your ear. It makes your skin prickle with nerves.
“It’s not up to me,” He trails his lips down your neck as he talks, “but if it was, I would’ve had you on your knees between my baby’s thighs ten minutes ago.”
A gasp involuntarily leaves your lips as you feel Sion bite hard on the spot he knows you’re most sensitive. You whine his name, half annoyed, half aroused. You can feel Sion smile against your skin, satisfied.
“I’m attracted to you both, what can I say?” He says it like he’s reciting the weather. It’s straightforward—fact. It doesn’t make you doubt his love for you. It only flames the growing fire in your stomach.
Your stomach, currently hiding under the hem of your shirt, now ticklish as Sion’s fingers creep up your body. You can’t help but melt into his touch. His hands squeeze and his lips barely brush your skin. The juxtaposition makes your mind spin. The fluttering of your eyelids make it hard to focus, but you can see how attentive Yushi is to it all.
“Can—“ you cut off an embarrassing whine before it fully forms, “Can you two kiss?”
Sion only seems slightly reluctant to remove his touch on you. Yushi, on the other hand, immediately stutters with embarrassment.
“Me and Sion?”
“You don’t want to?” Sion practically jumps onto Yushi, laughing as he embraces him tightly. He’s halfway off the couch, halfway on both you and Yushi.
Watching as Yushi pushes his hyung away, you can tell he’s trying to bury endearment as Sion puckers his lips dramatically. He’s being standoffish on purpose. The throw blanket once draped on Yushi’s side of the couch is halfway on the floor with how much they’re struggling.
“Please, ushi?” You let one hand wander to Yushi’s arm, batting your lashes.
“Sion will be good. Right, baby?” You tug at Sion’s hair for good measure.
“The best,” Sion’s grin splits his face wide open.
“Alright, you don’t have to pout,” Yushi mutters at you, but his ears are still flaming.
Sion eventually settles in between the two of you, giggling as he makes himself comfortable. It’s your turn to lay a possessive hand on his thigh. Yushi’s eyes flicker to you and he catches you staring at his pink lips.
“Go ahead, ushi,”
The moment Yushi meets Sion’s eyes, you can tell he’s done for. His gaze is so clouded, so focused on the older man. You watch as Sion brings one hand up to Yushi’s jaw, pulling him in close. As soon as their lips touch, all giddiness evaporates from the air. Something electric settles into the room. They kiss softly at first. Small smacks fill the room as Sion begins to explore Yushi. It’s addicting. Sion slowly becomes more dominant. His fingers trailing into Yushi’s hair, mouth absolutely ravaging the other. And Yushi is so pliant, taking it so obediently and opening his mouth to let Sion in. Yushi’s breath literally stutters when Sion’s hand comes down to squeez around his throat.
That makes Sion giggle again.
“He’s so cute,” Sion turns his face to you, completely ignoring Yushi, but keeping his hand on his throat, “Can we keep him?”
The skin on your lips is thoroughly chewed on. Everything feels so hot. Even through Sion’s jeans, you can feel a warmth radiating. The small couch feels more cramped than usual.
“C’mere, ushi,” you need to feel it for yourself.
Yushi doesn't keep up the pretense this time. He escapes from where Sion’s got him by the throat, and leans his body over so he can press his lips to yours.
The kiss starts desperate this time. His mouth is warm and wet from kissing Sion. There’s no pecks, no soft presses. Yushi bites and sucks your lips into his. You let him because you like seeing him riled up.
“He’s needy,” Sion mumbles.
You kiss Yushi just as eager and it absolutely destroys him. He starts panting into your mouth, groaning as he lets you take control. You go to thread your fingers through his hair only to find Sion’s hand is already there. You open your eyes to find your boyfriend and Sion’s eyes have become so dark.
“Bedroom?”
*******
“Slow down,” Sion coaxes Yushi with a tug of the younger’s hair.
You immediately feel a difference in the way Yushi’s tongue circles your folds. It makes your breath shudder, your mouth falling with it. It doesn’t go unnoticed by either man.
“There you go,” Sion drags out the vowels, “Good boy,”
Lord.
Yushi lets out a whimper at that, and the flip of your stomach is addicting. There’s no doubt your lips are swollen with how hard you’re biting down on them. Yushi’s a fucking dream and Sion agrees. A quick scoff of a laugh falls from the older’s mouth.
“You like that, hmm?”
Sion guided Yushi through it all. The initial taste: how fucking helpless Yushi sounded when his tongue licked into you. The pace: reigning Yushi back when he got too excited, shoving him deeper when you needed more. The method: suctioning in all the right places, licking right where you needed, and kissing where it was considered too raunchy. Sion tells Yushi to pay attention to your breaths, to lock his eyes onto yours. He tells him how wet you get when his fingers dig into your thighs.
And—lord—now he’s got Yushi teasing you the exact way Sion does when he wants to prolong your pleasure. An act you simultaneously hate and adore Sion for every time he pulls it on you. Depending on the day, naturally.
You force your eyes open to appreciate the way Sion grips Yushi’s dark hair. Another whimper echoes through the room as Yushi’s tongue dips into your needy hole. Sion mutters something about how Yushi’s tongue will be sore tomorrow, but it completely flies over your head.
“Oh my god,” You squeak out, “Good—feels so good, ushi.”
Your words only encourage him to prod deeper into you. The way the muscle reveres you is sinful. Pure lust and sex fill the bedroom. The smell makes you dizzy with desire. The speed of your heartbeat pounds in your ears.
“You okay, baby?” Sion’s hand takes yours.
You realize with a start how hard you’d been gripping the sheets. Yushi pulls his mouth from you so you can focus on replying but all you can do is whine in his absence. A large hand cradles your jaw. Sion turns you to him, and he kisses the spot between your eyebrows.
“Jesus, fuck,” You pout, “—ushi, you’re so good at that.”
“Woah, he’s taking all my credit—” Sion teases, “I taught him after all!”
Yushi somehow manages the softest giggle at that. In that moment, you thank whatever higher being brought these men before you. When you finally manage to meet Yushi’s eyes again, you find him in a trance. His chin is wet, and the tips of his hair are damp with sweat. His gaze, though still shy, holds an underlying hunger.
“Use your fingers, ushi” Sion cuts through the tension, mouth nipping at your neck.
Yushi somehow goes speechless. This isn’t about teaching him anymore. Sion is quick to add on, never one to deny you.
“Tease with just one.”
You watch as a tentative hand trails up your thigh. You steady your breath the best you can as it finally comes in contact with your wetness. Yushi does as Sion orders, running just one finger up and down your folds. He occasionally dips just the tip in you and it drives you insane.
“Go ahead,” Sion instructs.
There’s no resistance as Yushi slides a finger in. He curls it inward and you can tell he’s got more experience with this. Yushi starts massaging that finger into you, making you curse at how good it feels. Sion lets Yushi explore you like that. With a tug of your hand, you catch his attention.
“Kiss, please.”
Sion doesn’t bother denying you. He gets right to it, all tongue and teeth clashing. It makes your heart skip a beat. When his bite down on your bottom lip is timed perfectly with Yushi’s slender finger hitting your gummy spot, you gasp loudly.
“Pretty baby takes it so well,” Sion mutters right up against your lips, “but you need more, don’t you?”
You nod eagerly, anxious to see what he’ll give you. You hone in on the hand he trails down your stomach. His fingers quickly pinch your bundle of nerves and you nearly scream.
“Suck here,” He commands Yushi.
Not a second later, Yushi’s lips wrap around your clit and suck hard. The sounds that leave you are so foreign to yourself. Sion’s got a shit-eating grin on his face. You’d retaliate with something—anything—but you can hardly focus with the way Yushi is practically making out with your clit.
“Want you, too, baby,” You barely manage. Sion cooes at you. You’d shove him if he didn’t feel so good pressed against you.
“Can you say please?” His stupid teasing is back and you’re just coherent enough to bite back at him.
“Fuck off,” It’s something more of a whine—not nearly as mean as you want it to be.
“So bossy,” Sion’s smile never leaves. Especially not as he maneuvers down to kneel next to Yushi.
“Move this,” he positions your leg so you can rest it over his shoulder. He doesn’t waste any more time as his tongue glides around your clit alongside Yushi’s.
“Oh, fuck,”
Sion hums into your bundle of nerves. You feel Yushi add another finger and it’s all so much. Their spit mixes together, tongues brushing alongside each other. One sucks and the other swirls. At one point, they just kiss each other right up against your wetness. Yushi’s fingers are relentless, never stuttering or faltering in pace. All it takes is Sion flicking his tongue back and forth at just the right angle, just the right pressure for you to come undone.
You cum loud and unapologetic. The two men relish in it, slowly guiding you through it. You can feel eyes on you as you arch your back and your hands squeeze the covers once more. Yeah, you definitely just ruined these sheets. Practically soaked through the mattress, surely. You gargle out what sounds like a groan. Sion peppers kisses along your thigh. Yushi starts to suck harshly on the opposite thigh and you jerk your leg away.
Sion tuts, “Say thank you, baby,”
You whine, ignoring him. “Not so hard, ushi,"
There’s a sudden slap on your clit.
“Thank you, sionie,” you squeak.
“Ehh?” Yushi sounds so offended.
“Thank you, ushi,” you murmur soon after. Sion fully laughs at that.
“You did so well pretty,” your boyfriend pecks your thigh, then pecks Yushi’s cheek, “both of you,”
“I’ll get a washcloth,” Yushi suddenly stands, pink spreading across his broad chest as he does so. You watch him nearly lose his footing when his feet catch on someone’s discarded jeans.
You meet Sion’s eyes and there’s a little twinkle in them that tells you he’s not finished. With you or with Yushi.
“Baby, I’m really hard,” Sion juts out his bottom lip. You scoff. You’re tired and you know how hard he goes after eating you out like that. It probably gets him more worked up than it does you. Yushi walks back in with a dark cloth.
“Fuck ushi, then. I’m out of commission for the next ten minutes,”
Both of the men perk up at this. They exchange looks then shyly peer at you. They don’t move from their positions. Sion kneels before you. Yushi stands just a couple feet from the bed. Before they can ask, you tell them.
“I’m sure, but can ushi be on all fours so I can kiss him? I want to watch his brain turn to mush,”
“You’re evil,” Yushi lets out, quiet as ever.
“There’s lube in the top drawer, don’t be shy,” Sion practically shoots to his feet at your insistence.
“I bet if you jerk him off while I open him up we can make him cry,” there’s a crazy glint in Sion’s eyes as he rips open a condom.
“And I’m the evil one,” you mutter to no one in particular as Yushi slowly situates himself on top of you. The washcloth is long forgotten. Your clit tingles in anticipation.
“You have condoms, right?” Yushi grumbles, putting up his act once more.
“Of course. You cleaned up before coming, right?” Sion is as smug as ever.
