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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⤷ pairing: yushi x fem!reader
⤷ tags: summer vacation, friends to lovers, skinny dipping (not initially), kissing, oral sex (m. receiving), dom-ish reader (but no reader orgasm, perhaps in pt. 2..?), lowercase writing
⤷ warnings: smut ofc (MDNI)
⤷ synopsis: unable to sleep, you wander out to the pool of your rental with yushi joining you soon after, and a bit of late night fun ensues
⤷ word count: 3.6k
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the bed whined under your weight as you changed positions once again. you let out a sigh. this wasn’t that much comfortable either.
you couldn’t sleep.
it was rare for you to get any rest in unfamiliar places, at least on the first night. it’s a fact you didn’t fully take into account when you agreed to go on a summer break trip with your friends.
you’d settled in the rental house hours ago, yet you couldn’t lull yourself to sleep. it was too warm, too silent. with a small huff, you threw the blanket off of you and sat up. carefully, you cracked open your bedroom door and made your way down the hallway. looking around, the only source of light coming into the cramped living room came from the moonlight outside, with the rest of the house drowning in darkness.
you walked towards a nearby floor lamp, blindly feeling around in the air for the switch. the lamp emitted a muted golden light that stretched across the room, making you squint. you rubbed a hand across your face and stumbled towards the kitchen, thinking that a glass of water would somehow do the trick.
the cabinet closed with a dull thud as you grabbed a glass and turned on the tap. with tired eyes, you watched the water rush out of the faucet. you eagerly gulped it down and wiped away any water that escaped down your chin.
your attention wandered to the sheer fabric covering the small window above the sink. the metal rings of the curtain scrapped against the curtain rod as you pushed it aside and peered through the window. in front of you was an unobscured view of the backyard, featuring a pool that was illuminated a bright marine blue by underwater lights.
you guys hit the ground running when you first arrived, dropping your things off and immediately heading out to explore the city. it was only just now that you realized you didn’t get to look at the rental fully, including the massive pool that demanded your attention.
you set the glass down on the marble countertop and searched around for your shoes. it was late into the night, and everyone was most likely fast asleep, exhausted from the long day they had, so you moved as quietly as possible.
you spotted them in the corner of the living room and slipped them on. the slight creak of the door made you wince, and you could only hope that no one heard it. your rushed steps scraped against the concrete and stopped abruptly when you reached the pool. the fluorescent water moved in ever-osculating waves with the bouts of wind, shining starkly against the almost pitch-black sky. with your shoes off, you felt the rough, sun-baked concrete dig into the soles of your feet.
the water was a refreshing contrast to the warm tiles you sat on. it sloshed around, lapping at your skin and trailing goosebumps up your legs as you got accustomed to the temperature.
the house was settled just outside the city, so the distant sound of cars whizzing by made you wonder where they were headed at such a late hour. for a while, you sat with the familiar smell of the chlorinated water and let it soak into your skin.
the same noisy door from earlier creaked behind you, making your eyes shoot open. you whipped your head towards the sound and peered into the dark doorway to see what caused it.
to your surprise, it was yushi standing there with a slightly confused expression.
“y/n? what are you doing out here?” sleep was still evident in his voice and his tousled hair. he walked over to where you were sitting, the blue hue of the pool highlighting his figure.
“i couldn’t sleep.” you confessed. “did i wake you?”
he shrugged, rubbing at his eyes. “not really, it’s not like i was getting much sleep either.”
he sat next to you, wrapping his arms around his knees. “was there a reason you couldn’t sleep?”
“my bed’s not the comfiest.” you snuck a glance his way but his gaze was trained on the pool, so you spoke to his side profile. “you’re not gonna give the water a try?” you punctuated your question with a couple kicks of your feet.
he shook his head dismissively, giving you a drawn smile. “it’s a little late.”
“oh, come on.” you whined. “just for a few minutes?”
he looked over at you for a moment and reluctantly agreed after seeing the look in your eyes. “fine.” he laughed at the noise of excitement that left your lips. he hiked up his pant legs and took off his shoes, lowering his legs into the pool next to you.
“this does feel nice,” he admitted.
the whole day had been rather hectic, so being out there by yourself was a chance to breathe and relax, but it was even better with yushi right next to you.
you liked him, wanted him. a lot. it came out of nowhere, instead of gradually like you’d see in your average romance movie. it was a late night, much like now. it was the shared laughs, how comfortable you felt around him, how easy it was to exist around him, that made you think about being in his company as more than a friend, to dream about it even, for months.
despite it being nighttime, it was still plenty hot outside. so you dragged your feet out of the pool, standing up and looking down at the loose nightshirt you were wearing.
you turned to yushi with a slight smirk, who was already staring up at you with unbridled curiosity. “i think i’m gonna go for a swim.”
his face contorted in suspicion, deciding if you were really going to go through with it. though, knowing you as much as he did, the answer was pretty obvious.
“are you serious..” the words didn’t even get the chance to leave his mouth properly. you already had your hands gripping hem of your shirt, pulling it up your body.
“of course,” you answered simply. his gaze lingered on your midriff before dragging up to your chest that was still obscured by your bra. you threw the shirt behind you, and next to go were your shorts. he turned away to look at the water again, he was staring a little too hard, but you were stripping right in front of him after all.
when he turned back to you, you were walking towards the stairs with a confident sway of your hips, almost like you knew he was watching.
you hissed as the water went past your legs and quickly slid the rest of your body into the pool. “fuck,” you laughed, “it’s so cold.” you moved around in the pool to adjust to the frigid temperature, the soft sound of water trickling around you at every movement.
yushi watched you slowly swim around like you were a koi fish in a pond, talking at random about what you were going to do the rest of the trip. it was your last question that sparked his attention.
“are you really gonna make me swim alone?”
he looked up from his legs, and you were suddenly right in front of him.
“huh?” he had heard every word that came out of your mouth.
“i said,” you dragged out in a sing-song tone, “are you gonna make me swim alone?” you sent a splash towards his legs, making him throw his hands up in a makeshift shield.
“you should get in here.” you tilted your head. “or not, it’s up to you.” you float away before he could answer. he thought about it for a moment, continuing to watch you.
behind you, you heard a splash that your body didn’t produce and turned around to see yushi standing up by the edge of the pool.
yushi threw his hands up in defeat. “fuck it, okay.”
a small, incredulous laugh left your mouth. “no way.”
“don’t be too shocked.” you couldn’t help but stare as he pulled his shirt over his broad shoulders. your eyes landed on his waist, trailing to his legs when he slipped out of his pants. you were burning a hole through him at this point. when he looked up at you, a shy smile painted his face before you both looked away.
he stepped out of the pile the fabric that was his pants and kicked them to the side, slipping into the pool right where he was standing. “i can’t believe i’m doing this,” he sighed softly, splashing water on himself. “why am i always doing everything you want?”
your eyebrows scrunched together with a giggle. “you don’t have to, you know.” though admittedly, you liked it that way. he was often so pliable at your hands, moving at your every direction. so far, you were only testing the waters, wondering how far you could go with him.
he hummed. “i don’t mind it, though. you always know how to have fun.” he was making his way towards you, his body becoming a swirled mosaic underwater.
“do i?”
“yeah. i couldn’t imagine this trip without you.” you softly smiled at him and started swimming around again, feeling more comfortable in the water.
at some point, you both settled by the edge of the pool, letting your legs float and staring up at the few stars in the sky.
“hey,” you pushed through the question without any hesitation. “have you ever gone skinny-dipping?”
he looked at you with the amount of confusion you predicted, and it pulled a childish giggle out of you.
“no?” he replied. it sounded more like a question than anything else. “do people actually do that?”
you shrugged your shoulders, peering down at the water. “i’ve heard.. stories.” you pushed off the wall of the pool to stand in front of him, creating a healthy distance between you both.
“do you wanna try?”
yushi blinked at you several times, like he was trying to process your words. you hoped that your expression could hide how nervous you were. maybe it was because you were tired, or he was too tempting of an image in front of you; it was most likely both, but the question slipped off your tongue before you could stop it.
the slightest amused smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “what if someone catches us?”
you raised your brows. it wasn’t a no. “that’s what makes it fun.”
“no one’s awake right now. i guess we’ll have to be quiet, anyway.” you stepped a fraction closer. “you can do that, right?”
“yeah.” his voice came in out a hushed tone
“good.” his gaze flickered to your hand as it surfaced from the water. you slipped your thumb under your soaked bra strap before slowly easing it down your shoulder. your other hand came up to do the same to the other strap. you reached behind you to unclasp your bra. water trickled out of the fabric as you brought it into the air and tossed it to the tiles surrounding the pool. you slid your underwear down your legs, and they reached the same destination as your bra.
your nipples immediately started to harden when introduced to the cold water, sending a pleasant shiver through you. yushi hadn’t moved an inch until you spoke up, your voice cutting through his thoughts.
“your turn,” your head motioned towards his lower half. his eyes pulled back up from the water to meet yours with effort, like they were overcoming the weight of cinder blocks.
“oh, right,” he stammered. he slowly slid out of his boxers, tossing the soaked fabric behind him and leaving both of you nude.
“how does it feel?”
“weird, but freeing.” the statement was a bit ironic considering he was still glued to the wall like a pool jet. “you seem so comfortable,” he remarked.
“you’re not?” you asked, even though it wouldn’t be unreasonable if that were the case. it was taking so much restraint to not pounce on him, pin him against the wall. your hands were still itching to reach out and touch him, so you did.
“come on.” you took his hands in yours, gently pulling him towards the middle of the pool. “it’s not that bad.”
“yeah, to you.” you rolled your eyes, sending a splash his way that barely missed his face and landed at his shoulder instead.
“hey! what was that for?”
“you need to lighten up.”
“lighten up? i’m in a pool, naked.” of course, he retaliated by splashing you back, except he didn’t miss your face.
your hands flew up to cover your face. “wait, it got in my eyes,” you whined.
“are you okay?” he got closer to you, close enough for your next attack to land. you got him back and burst out into a laughing fit when the splash landed square in his face.
“got you.”
“not funny.”
“why are you smiling then?” the embarrassed smile on his face slipped, quickly being replaced by a playful scowl.
a battle of sorts ensues between you, ending in a clear winning team.
“is this light enough for you? huh?” yushi joked, sending water your way. you were both breathless from laughing and exerting more energy than you should be at 1 am.
“yes! okay, you win,” you squealed, admitting defeat and wiping water away from your eyes.
you’re much closer to each other now, your breaths slowing down and mingling together. the beads of water clinging to his skin, water dripping from his dark hair, eyelashes stuck together in pretty spikes—it was a scene you could stare at for hours.
you looked towards the house. the windows were still dark. no one had woken up yet, even with the ruckus you created outside.
yushi seemed to gravitate towards you, his eyes scanning your face. you were alone, a few inches away from each other, naked, of course. you couldn’t think of a better opportunity.
“yushi,” you whispered. “can i kiss you?”
the silence was deafening, yet brief, as you used your next sentence to buffer the weight of your words. “if not, i under—”
he bridged the small gap between you two, and the words died on your tongue. his lips moved with such urgency, pulling away just a little before you crashed into each other again. he was waiting for you to ask that question, waiting to taste you. his hands magnetized to your waist, pulling you flush against his body.
you could feel everything, especially the weight of his hardening dick against your thigh.
he could feel it too, and he suddenly backed away from you.
“i’m sorry,” he breathed out.
you shook your head, your hand sliding up his chest. “no, come here.” your hand rested on the nape of his neck and pulled him back to your lips.
your fingers wove through his wet hair, your lips moving greedily against his. his ran his tongue along your bottom lip, searching for your permission before pushing his tongue into your mouth. he was seeing how hungry you were, if you wanted it just as much as he did, and you matched it eagerly.
his slender fingers curled around your waist and pulled you back into his embrace like you would disappear if he let go. you moaned into his mouth. every part of your bodies connected—your tongues languidly sliding past each other, your plush tits pushed against his chest, his dick pressed to your stomach, hard and insistent.
your chest heaved up and down with your heavy breaths as he broke the kiss, only to attach to your neck right after. he left desperate, scattered kisses up your neck, across your jawline, to your ear, not caring about the artificial saltiness clinging to your skin.
“i didn’t know how much more of this i could take,” yushi groaned into your ear, his hips rocking against you.
“was the teasing too much?” you asked with feigned innocence. “i didn’t mean too.”
“liar.” you huffed out a laugh. his hand traveled past your waist, stopping shy of your breast. your small gasps spilled in the air as he finally groped your breast, his thumb swiping over your hardened nipple with teasing strokes.
“i wanted to do this the second you took that bra off.” his lips brushed against your nipple, and the wet warmth of his mouth enveloped it, making you tilt your head back with a soft whimper. his tongue flattened against the bud before flicking across it incessantly.
“fuck,” you moaned out, your grip on his shoulder tightening. your other hand dipped into the water. there, your fingers circled around the base of his cock, earning yourself a low whine. the vibration of the noise against you sent a jolt of pleasure through you.
you never thought you’d be doing anything like this in a pool with anyone, especially yushi.
whenever you imagined your first encounter with him, it wasn’t in a swimming pool, late at night, trying your best to stay quiet. but the thrill of possibly being caught, the desperation that was leaking through his frantic touches, it had your heart picking up speed and your body so hot that the water was quickly evaporating off your skin.
his hips rocked into your hand, chasing friction despite your slow, teasing strokes. his mouth detached from you, jagged breaths leaving his plush lips. you kissed him again, your teeth grazing his bottom lip as you reluctantly pulled away.
“let’s move to the stairs.” he gave you a dazed nod before you both headed over to the stairs at the shallow end of the pool.
you knelt in front of him on the steps. “you really have to stay quiet this time.” you warned. your palms smoothed up his thighs all the way to his stomach, ignoring his cock on purpose.
he gave you a fervent nod. “i will.” you drew your lip between your teeth before leaning down and licking an experimental stripe on the underside of his cock. he took in a sharp breath, and he knew just from the warmth of your tongue against him that he wasn’t going to last long.
you let out a teasing giggle before your soft lips started to caress the base of his cock, trailing kisses up his length to his sensitive, leaky tip. you lazily dragged your tongue across it, letting your saliva run a messy path down his shaft. you looked up at him, watching the neediness grow in his eyes, his eyebrows turned up in a lustful haze.
with a pleased hum, you finally took him into your mouth. you made quick work of his cock, leaving his length shining with your spit and his pre-cum. any mess you created dissolved into the water. the whole time, he was obediently biting back any noises that arose in his throat, a whimper escaping when he couldn’t control it. you wished you could hear them, and hear just how good you were making him feel through his unbridled, pretty cries. despite that, the subtle shake in his thighs, and the way his abdomen tensed with every pass gave it all away.
“you’re being so good, yushi,” you purred after pulling off of his cock. his hips shifted to match the rhythm of your strokes that were steadily increasing in speed. you could feel him pulsing in your hand, demanding and hot. “are you gonna cum already?” there was a demeaning tone to your voice that worked to send him over the edge.
“yes, fuck—” he gasped. your hand slowed down a fraction, pulling him away from the precipice of his orgasm with a wicked smile.
“y/n, please,” he voice grew a little whiny, wavering and making hot pleasure swirl around in your stomach. you just wanted to know how he would sound if you were fucking him properly. “i wanna cum for you, please.” his hands gripped the stairs beneath him, trying to keep himself together for you.
“yeah? you sound so pretty when you beg,” you rasped, the effect of his words evident in your voice. you picked up speed again, your fist slick with his pre-cum. “cum for me, then.”
he let out a desperate, unabashed whimper that he couldn’t stifle, and it’s like music to your ears. he came with a shattered moan, sending warm streaks of cum across your chest, some of it spilling down your hand as you slowed your movements. you gave his cock a few more firm tugs, coaxing every last drop out and making him go sensitive in your hands. you let him take a good look at the mess he made before slowly dipping under the water, erasing it all like it never happened.
you used his thighs as leverage to climb up and kiss him, smiling against his lips. “how was that?”
“fucking amazing,” he answered with a crooked smile. “i need to return the favor.”
“i’ll look forward to it tomorrow. i’m kind of sleepy now.” you laughed.
he hummed in agreement before speaking again, lower this time. “did you, uh, wanna sleep in my bed?”
you smiled at the offer. “i’d love to.”
you both hopped out of the pool, drying off hastily with the towels that sat on the pool chairs. the undergarments were a lost cause, so you slid into your pajamas and snuck back into the house. he led you to his room where you shared a quick shower (and a kiss or two) you borrowed his clothes, and stowed yourselves away under his sheets.
soon, you’re first to fall asleep. yushi snuck his arm around your waist, mumbling a goodnight before eventually succumbing to the same slumber.
We are actually developing some plot inside this porn wuhu.
cw: smut, sub!yushi, bdsm themes, fem!reader, foot worship, severe impact play (cbt), degradation, mentions of dumbification(/mind control??), body fluids, hate fucking, mentions of slave kink, objectification, unrequited feelings, miscommunication, some angst, context in the other parts (can be read on its own tho), not proofread until the end yet
You never talk to Yushi about what's exactly happening when you have sex with him. If it's healthy, safe, equal. You had every intention of doing so, seriously, but you couldn't gather the courage to discuss your concerns with him. In fact, you weren't even sure what they were to be exact. Are you nervous about everything moving so quickly? That there is a power imbalance? Is it his unpredictability that is a bit worrisome for you? Are you scared about the feelings stewing at the bottom of your heart? Scared that they are increasingly boiling hotter every time you feel him graze the opening of your cervix with the tip of his slender cock?
You like him, that's for sure. You invite him over and over again, you even began cancelling plans if he begged you to just sweetly enough, promising you to bring you to the moon and more. The sex is full of passion, it's addicting, euphoric even. But that's not why you allow him to trample over you like that, why you abandon all your boundaries, why he has become the center of your attention. You like him, too much.
But you're also sure that these feelings are unrequited.
He tends to leave shortly after indulging in some of the aftercare you provide him, sometimes not even staying the night if he came over in the middle of it. Despite remembering the things you tell him, the details you share about yourself, he never asks any follow-up questions. All he talks about is your body, the sex. Occasionally he would bitch about random things that happened in his day as a segue, just like the first time he opened up to you. Generally, he doesn't talk about himself, and when you ask, he's keeping it brief. If you went on a date, he'd find a way to make it sexual, instead of allowing you to wallow in the romantic atmosphere. And he gets very creative.
Despite this, despite finding yourself crying into your pillow after he again left your body stiff and mind in shambles, despite swallowing your sorrow every time he declines the dinner you made as he's already dropping to his knees instead, you like him.
You're the one dishing out the orders, being physical, demeaning him, exerting dominance. But he's the one pulling the strings. He is the one in charge.
However, this time, it will be different. You promise yourself.
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Seeing your profile picture pop up in the notifications bar was a delight, to say the least. You simply asked him to come over as soon as possible. It came through at the right moment -- he was bored, felt a bit overwhelmed from the day, but he was still too awake to go to bed yet. These factors combined usually end up snowballing into arousal, anyway. Yushi wasted no time, slipped on his shoes, grabbed a sweat jacket and a beanie and ordered a cab his way down the stairs. As usual, he omits his underwear. He isn't sure if you like it as much as him, but you certainly aren't bothered by it. Just the sheer knowledge alone, feeling his dick swing inside his pants, as he's getting into the car on his way to get his shit wrecked, is turning him on to no end. He loves seeing your lips curl into a smirk after you forcefully pull down his pants, flushed dick springing against his groin. He loves being a fucking slut for you.
The ride is entirely too long, but it's building his anticipation. Thankfully the driver isn't able to see him, see the tent forming underneath his sweatpants. He feels like Pavlov's dog, trained to rail as soon as your name comes up. Trained to forget everything except for the feeling of your supple tits between his fingers, and the soaking wet, textured walls of your pussy throbbing around his length. He can't remember you, or focus about you in his everyday life, as long as he doesn't want to be a bricked up airhead at work, at least. It's like you're holding his sexuality in your hand, squishing and kneading it like a stress ball -- and he wouldn't waste a single breath complaining about it. If it was up to him, he'd be chained to your bed for the rest of his life and serve as a decompressing rod, allowing you to ride and ride him after you come home from your day until there is nothing left of him. But life isn't up to him, and he needs to be a functioning member of society.
He wasn't always this perverted, certainly not about a woman in his real life. But everything about you brings out the most nasty in Yushi. Your luscious body, your bright laugh, your playful yet stern attitude, your own inexperience, your sexy little feet... You're the most perfect sexual being he has ever come across.
Yushi says goodbye to the driver and steps out the cab, making his way to the door of your apartment complex. He rings the bell two short times, followed by one longer one. This is your sign it's him. He runs up the stairs the second he gets to open the entrance, panting a bit as he sees you smile lightly at him in the hallway. You look a bit tired. You're not particularly dolled up or wearing something special, he can tell this natural makeup is just to look more presentable, as well as the comfy, yet put together outfit you picked. To him, you're the most beautiful like this. Nothing is sending more endorphins to his brain than seeing your tense shoulders relax, and your worries wash away under his touch. His testicles begin to hurt, cramping from the inside. He needs to cum so badly.
"How was your day?" He asks with a tight smile, genuinely excited to see you but also trying to hide the pain every time he takes a step. You close the door behind him as he takes of his shoes, beginning to ramble a bit over something uncomfortable that has happened at work. "I'm sorry for this..." He replies, taking a deep breath. He listened, of course, but the sound of your voice is distracting. Before he can do or say any more, you turn around and walk straight into your kitchen. Yushi follows obediently, a few steps behind you. The sway of your hips in these black, loose pants drives him crazy.
The smell of food hits his nose before he can see what you even made. You're already walking towards the stove to turn it off, he's waiting for your permission to step in, as he's waiting in the doorway. He wants to jump you so badly, tear this hoodie over your head and bend you over the kitchen isle, but he can tell you're not in the mood for this. Your hunched body language, the defeated look on your face, and the exhaustion in your voice combined show him that something more is plaguing you than what you have shared. You want it softer today, he guesses, being loved on, need him to be on his best behavior. He can give you all that and more, or less, if that's what you desire. Yushi has been wanting to eat your pussy more intentional, slower and gentler for a while now anyway. Unfortunately, he was never able to muster up the restraint to do so. Maybe it tastes even sweeter if he savors it...
"You can come in, Yushi." You tell him, still politely smiling at him. He is so grateful, even while being so tired, you still make the effort to be warm to him. "Have you eaten?" You ask, dishing up a plate. "I already did, yes." The brunette replies, hushing over to stand close behind you, looking over your shoulder. He's sure you can feel his boner graze your lower back, as you halt your movement and put down the utensils. He's playing with fire, knowing you haven't allowed him to touch you yet, but in his needy, empty head, he wants you to know he's fighting against the pre threatening to dribble down his length.
"Why are you already hard?" You question, not turning your head to look at him. You don't sound amused, or excited, or anything good. It sounded like you used your last strength to say this sentence firmly. A weird mixture of uncertainty, worry and arousal starts brewing in Yushi. You have never sounded angry with him before. Fake anger, yes, fake disgust or annoyance, also yes. Real sadness, concern or fear as well. But this sounded genuinely upset, with him. He swallows, unsure what to reply. His cock twitches against the elastic band of his joggers.
"Nothing happened, Yushi. I didn't say anything sexy. I am wearing regular clothes. I am clearly in a bad mood. And this is making you hard?" You accentuate every sentence as if you were reciting a list, turning around to look him in the eyes. Your expression is strained, emotions he has never seen on you swimming in your glossy eyes. His mouth is dry, even if he knew what to say, he wouldn't be able to say it without his voice cracking. A tinnitus starts ringing between his ears, no thought being able to form under this grueling noise. You sigh and push him away by his chest, turning your back towards him again. He's confused, to say the least. Overwhelmed as well. Whatever you're upset about, kissing it away probably won't be enough.
A moment passes were no one says anything. He's too scared to break the silence. Too scared to hear what he had messed up with.
Luckily, it's you who moves first. You turn around, lift yourself up to sit on top of the kitchen isle behind you. He can see your boobs bounce underneath your hoodie, as you jump a bit for leverage. He feels small under your irritated gaze, paralyzed by the charged atmosphere. The fear surrounding his heart like a fog, the anticipation for your next move and the uncertainty of the situation, unfortunately, turn him on to no end. He has a lot of fantasies and preferences most people would call gross, but this is the first time he is actually a little disgusted with himself. Seeing you upset is so hot, he can already imagine the tight sting on his cheek if you slapped the shit out of him next. Whatever punishment you might be cooking up in your pretty brain right now, whether it be sexual, financial or psychological, he deserves it. And he knows he will cum endlessly over it. Everything you do is erotic.
"You're hurting me." You confess, bluntly. You say this with a straight face, folding your hands in your lap. "Is sex really the only thing you want from me?"
Silence.
Yushi did not expect a question this loaded. To discuss something this heavy. His head spins, this tinnitus getting louder. Is that all he wants? He doesn't know himself. He's only certain that that's something he desperately wants, right now to be exact. Nonetheless, he likes to be around you. You're witty, caring and sweet. You're a warm person who is pleasant to be around. He doesn't want to hurt you. Emotionally, at least. Anything else is on the table, if you asked. He shakes his head, attempting to clear his mind. It's hard. This conversation and his cock. You're not wearing any socks, feet dangling in the air, allowing him to admire your freshly manicured toes. He's so distracted.
"That's not all I want, I'm sorry, y/n." Yushi mumbles, finally replying, his hands balled into a fist. "It's just that..." It's hard to formulate what he feels, especially since he never gave it a single thought before. And now he's confronted with it like this. He clears his throat, a rough sound, unusual for him and his light voice. "It's just that I am so into you. So so much, I am losing my mind. I can't live my life thinking about you. No good would come from that." He didn't want to ramble, but the words just flowed out. "I don't know what to say, if you want me to be more present I will do that. I would do anything for you." Yushi finishes, desperate to earn your approval. He's good at anything physical, but he knows that he's lacking in the emotional department. It doesn't come naturally to him. He's good at following orders, though.
He's unable to read your face, your eyelids dropping a bit as you listen. Is it a good or bad sign? It's unclear. It's hot, that's for sure. He needs you to just hit him.
After a moment of silence, you speak up again. And what you say next is music to his ears. "You pervert asshole." You sneer, looking adorable as you begin to pout, frustration clearly visible all over your face. "I am so vulnerable with you and this dick is still up?" Fuck yes. Yushi can't help but whimper at the sharpness in your voice, his belly churning. "I love the white on you..." He murmurs with a small grin, chewing on his lower lip. His eyes wander to the French tips on your feet, as he's swaying his hips back and forth, discreetly enjoying the friction his sweatpants give. He looks up again, crossing eyes with you. This look in them, it's back. You're on fire, getting aroused yourself, planning something mischievous. And he's ready.
You gesture to him to come closer with your hand first, then show him your flat, opened palm to demonstrate he should stop after a few steps, until he's in arm's reach. You're staying completely silent, as you draw back your right leg and quickly swing it forward, extending it for a kick right between his legs. Ice cold, sharp bolts of pain shoot down his thighs and up his groin. Yushi cries out at the impact, pressing his eyes shut as different colored shapes begin to fill his vision. The hurt seeps into the surrounding muscles of his lower body, his knees giving in as he applies pressure to his penis in an attempt to soothe the sting. "Put your hands away." You swiftly demand, wasting no time going for another, firmer strike to the same area with the same leg as he submits to your order, barely managing to do so. He only sees white, as he drops to his knees, curling tightly into himself, whimpering in pain. Tingling relief washes over him, as the tinnitus abruptly stops. You kicked it right out of him. Finally, his brain is quiet, empty, a pile of mush, how he needs it. His balls feel even tenser than before, especially with the dull throbbing that has been tormenting him for the past 45 minutes. How many times do you need to beat them, until they're just as much of a pulp?
"I bet I am still hurting more than you are right now." You mock him, apparently making no effort to check on him. He can't see you, though, even if his eyes weren't squeezed shut, he's still looking straight down at the floor. "Get up." You command, your voice an octave deeper than usual. It takes him a moment to gather the strength, his trembling legs feeling thin and brittle. With some heaving, he manages to force himself up, scooting a few baby steps closer. Still hunched over, he raises his head again, noticing that you threw one leg over the other. You look deliciously domineering. He's so horny right now. "Thank you." Yushi whimpers, attempting to finally straighten his spine again. "Thank you for sharing your pain with me." Your lips curl into a bright grin that reaches your eyes, showing your teeth. You place your hands behind you, leaning back. "Let's see if this thing is still hard, hm?" Head falling a bit to the side, boredom washing over your expression. Yushi obliges, tucking his thumbs under his waistband to slide his sweats down in one go, stepping out of them as soon as they hit his ankles. His cock isn't as hard anymore as it was before the abuse, but it's still desperately twitching against his pelvis as it jumps free. The moment he waited for.
"You're such a masochistic slut." You practically hurl these insults at his head, biting your lower lip as his dick throbs in response. "Don't you have any shame?" Yushi winces, another question that cuts a bit too deep into his buried emotional world. If he talked to other people about this, he probably would feel ashamed, but with you? Why would he feel ashamed if this is his natural calling? To him, it should be the norm that a pretty girl like you owns a man-whore to bully. He doesn't know what to answer, as he starts to rub his hips with his palms to soothe the ache between his legs.
"Are you ignoring me?" Your voice raises the tiniest bit, crossing your arms over your chest. "You're so awful to me and now you don't even answer my questions?" He still doesn't understand what he did wrong, but whatever it is, seeing this mixture of anger and excitement on your face distracts him from any rational thought about the topic. "I can't think of a reply..." Yushi confesses with a small voice, rocking his hips back and forth to hump the air. He must look so pathetic right now. You lean forward, uncrossing your arms to yank at the bottom hem of his shirt. Pulling it over his torso, you forcefully stuff his mouth with the clump of fabric. "If you're too dumb to talk, you don't need this extra hole in your face anyway." He can't help but gag, feeling a piece of his shirt grazing the back of his throat. Core tensing, trying to steady his stance and not fall back as you smack his left cheek with your flat hand. Not once, or twice, but a number of several, short strikes that echo in his head. The hot sting draws tears into his waterline, yelps muffled by the makeshift muzzle. You stop, taking off his beanie, throwing it behind you and burying the same hand in brunette strands to jerk his head forward. You speak directly into his ear. "Only ever open this useless thing around me when you make me cum or you've been told to, understood?" He nods vigorously, opening his eyes, just noticing that he squeezed them shut. "Or else I'll find something longer to teach you a lesson with."
Oh. His imagination already starts to run wild, the possibilities of this threat are endless. He nods again.
You take a deep breath, expression softening. "Good boy." You breathe out with a subtle shake, voice airy. Finally, his face is close to yours, allowing him to admire the shine on your glossy lips. Despite really enjoying this sensation of being gagged, he still wishes to kiss you. He has a feeling that you don't want to be, though. Maybe you'll allow him afterwards...
His mind began to drift off, but your surprisingly cold toes on his thighs snap him right back into reality. You must have uncrossed your legs, as your feet carefully creep up his legs until you slip one under his balls, and place the other as flatly as you are anatomically able to on the underside of his stiff, upright cock. A deep moan, right from his chest, escapes his throat as you, a bit clumsily, begin to stroke his penis and apply some pressure from underneath. The stimulation is faint, but he's so sensitive due the blueballs he has been carrying around for the past hour, that even the slightest bit of attention makes him tremble. His hands are neatly placed on the backside of his hips, keeping them forward for you. He jumps back and forth from your cute feet on his cock back to looking into your face. The tip of your tongue sticks out in concentration, furrowed brows revealing that you're trying hard to please his dick. How can you look so innocent, doing something so naughty?
You quickly lose the rhythm you have been trying to hold, and you groan in frustration. If he was able to talk, he'd reassure you. Tell you how well you are doing, how thankful he is. The only thing he is able to communicate with are his eyes, though, which he's trying to send you a sympathetic look with. Crossing yours with his, you smile back bashfully. His heart skips a beat.
You let go of him, thankfully his mouth is stuffed so full, his groan is barely audible. Shifting in your seat, you scoot back on the counter and stretch your legs straight out, until only your feet dangle in the air, your ankles held up by the furniture. You press your feet together, toes towards the ceiling, forming a tight looking hole in between. "Go on." You allow, in a melodic, cheerful tone. "Do your thing, be a bitch." Yushi's reaction is immediate, as he tightly holds onto your feet from both sides, holding them together firmly and sliding his flushed length through the opening. He can finally feel his foreskin pull back, exposing the sensitive nub underneath. His neglected cock has been through so much, even the tiniest bit of attention feels overstimulating, only allowing him to go slow. His thrusts are short, using your feet more to jack him off with than to fuck. They are too dry to slide through, your soles feel rough on the skin of his bare tip, and the counter is right behind your heels. However, this sensation is more than enough to get him there. The pulsing vein underneath his dick rubs deliciously against the soft skin of the inner side of your feet and the friction of his foreskin rolling up and down his tip sends bolts up the deepest part of his belly. His pace increases gradually, learning to keep his strokes short enough to not further injure his bullied length. He's starting to pant, a thin film of sweat covering his forehead, back and hands, beginning to overheat still wearing his sweatjacket. Yushi throws his head back, another set of tears filling his waterline. His balls are cramping, his dick is aching from the stimulation, his core is tense, his brain feels tight, being fully concentrated on his pleasure. Only cumming can relief him from this uncomfortable pain he's experiencing, he's been throbbing about it for so long now. He presses your feet together even more, biceps flexing to keep them in place. His even shorter strokes pick up in speed, focusing on the ring where his tip meets his length. His heartbeat is heightened, a ticklish warmth beginning to prematurely spread through his chest in anticipation of the orgasm. He's seconds away from finally reaching his high.
"Yushi stop." You command, amusement in your voice. He rips his eyes open. A loud, aggrevated cry leaves his throat, as he obediently lets go of your feet, cold disappointment crashing over his body. His dick aggressively twitches, his abs spasm and his arms and hands jitter. Big teardrops roll down his cheeks, further wetting the already damp shirt stuffed between his teeth. His testicles burn, the precum on his tip cools in contact with the air, worsening the agony his cock experiences. He feels a mess. Yushi looks at you with pleading eyes, furrowed brows, shaking as you slide back to the edge of the isle. "You think you deserve to cum after all you have done to me?" You ask him, despite the serious question, you wear a complacent smile. You slap your flat palm in a playful manner against his boner, letting it hit Yushi's groin. He winces at the string of impacts, rounding his back instinctively. It wasn't nearly as hard as your usual strikes, but they hurt just as much do to his condition. "You are nothing but a whore with a hard dick." You repeat your action again, rubbing your thighs at his whining. "You think with this thing, huh? Is this were your brain is?" You demean him, this time wrapping your hands around his shaft and squeezing it. "Should I pop, it? Hm? Should I pop your fucking brain and balls?" You whisper, roughly stroking it as you lean forward into his face. He can feel your breath on his tearstreaked cheeks, and he's sure you can hear his whimpers and cries as you switch back to slapping his cock lightly. You use your other hand to cup his balls, sinking your nails into the stretchy flesh. Your touch is mean, rough and burns. The tip of his dick turns an angry shade of red, as your hits increase in intensity, the rhythmic clapping sound almost louder than Yushi's winces. Despite the pain, despite your hands being barely on him, he can feel his orgasm approach yet again. Somewhere buried underneath the dull thobbing in his groin, and the sharp sting on his cock and balls, this tingling, tight feeling returns. His entire face is flushed red, fat tears stream down his face, as his hips begin to jerk and his jagged breaths deepen. He is so overstimulated, biting down onto the shirt between his teeth with a clenched jaw. Yushi's whole body shakes uncontrollably as four sets of milky ropes shot out of his length. You must have anticipated his orgasm, leaning back in time to not get covered in his semen. His knees shake, a cry closer to a scream leaves his throat as he's stumbling against the counter, holding himself up with his hands. He can hear you exhale shakingly, trying to catch your own breath as well. For a moment, you stroke his hair, allowing him to get back to his senses. This must have been the most painful orgasm of his life. And the best one.
Despite not being ordered to, he slips off the sweatjacket. He's still too hot, feeling the fabric stick to his back. You don't comment on it, an unreadable expression on your face as he finally stands back up straight and looks at you, T-Shirt muzzle still obediently in place, the color now a few shades darker.
"You made such a mess..." You sigh, shaking your head in disappointment. You cross your legs and arms again. Yushi's shaky eyes scan you, then himself. Suprisingly, you're both clean. "Not you, the floor!" You whine in annoyance, noticing his search. And there it is, the semi-translucent, viscouse liquid splattered over the tiles. It's not in a puddle, but in a few lines that run into each other. "You think you're too good for my food, anyway." You sigh again. "I need to teach you a lesson." Upon hearing this, the first time for tonight, Yushi feels like the light in his brain actually flickers on. His post nut clarity must have allowed his neurons to wake up, finally beginning to grasp your frustrations with him. He didn't know it upset you so much, that he always seemed to decline your cooking. His heart sinks into his stomach. Is there more he was being inconsiderate about?
"Maybe your mouth can be used for something..." You think out loud, looking at him with intensity. This wasn't a thought, or a suggestion, but a command. Yushi swallows. It's not that he hasn't tried his own cum before, but the prospect of eating it off the floor is something entirely different. Nevertheless, he slowly drops to his knees, careful of his sensitive balls. He's not looking forward to the taste, he'd rather lick it off your legs or out of your pussy. You can tell he's hesitating. "This what you deserve, Yushi." You stress, getting down onto the floor, kneeling beside him. "Do you think you're better than me? I swallow your cum all the time." Just remembering your mouth stuffed with his sperm makes his dick twitch again. Under your close monitoring, Yushi takes one deep breath, then spits out the hem of his shirt and lowers his face towards the floor. You also lean over to your side, allowing yourself the see better how the tip of his pink tongue reluctantly grazes the cold tiles of your kitchen floor. His big eyes look up at you, as its sliding into the cum line, following it and collecting the goo. The sperm and the floor taste salty together. The hard tiles under the slimy texture of the semen make his stomach churn. Arriving at the end of the line, a puddle of sperm on his tongue, he leans a bit lower again and slurps it up between his lips, groaning in disgust. "Swallow." You mumble, mesmerized by his actions. He does as he's told, forcefully gulping it down. "Good boy." You praise him again, caressing his back with a few pats. Softly, you place a small kiss onto his cheek. The amount of endorphins shooting into his brain are incomprehendable, a warm, tickling feeling overwhelms his chest. If you're happy with him, he'd eat anything of the floor. Eagerly, Yushi licks the tiles diagonally with his flat tongue, swallowing the cum in the same breath. "Oh, is it good?" You laugh, watching him gobble up the semen swiftly, cleaning the floor with his mouth. He nods, sitting back on his thighs, wet shirt hiding his semi-hard one. His skin is on fire, in a good way. His heart beats so fast, seeing your content expression finally after the pain. This punishment was not just to teach him a lesson, but also to sort your own emotions, apparently.
"Okay, go shower." You tell him, standing up, going back to the dinner plate you left next to the stove. Still a bit slow, but in more control than a moment ago, Yushi raises to his feet, picking up his jacket as well. He's on his way out the kitchen, only stopping in his tracks as you speak up again.
"Don't leave tonight, please." You murmur, watching the microwave spin your plate.
Yushi hesitates, only looking over his shoulder. He clears his throat. "I won't."
i had to pause reading the yushi drop because what do you mean he wanted y/n to use her as a toilet. how the flying fuck did you manage to write something that was already SO INSANELY SEXY and then MAKE IT SEXIER what the fuck. i'm going to jump you. i NEED him so badly it's not a joke. i'm terrified the fic is going to end i wish it would continue forever finally a wishzen who matches my freak i want to flood your inbox so bad please tell me what i need to do to make sure you keep writing because i WILL do it
IT'S HERE!
This reply to the second part motivated me so much to continue, and even if it took me an eternity to start, I finished pt.3 of don't eat me alive earlier today.
I'm sorry to the commenter who wanted it to be fluffy lol, but fun fact, one specific scene in this part is actually the very first idea I had for this entire series!
After I read this one smau I linked in the first part, my brain cooked up this hate sex foot job scene and from then on I actually developed the story backwards. After writing pt.1 and 2 tho, I was a bit overwhelmed by how long it has got, and I just published it and wanted to drop it going forward. But this ask and the couple of comments I got actually lit a fire under my butt hahah. For this reason it was only obvious to me that I finally wrote what I had originally intended to be the climax of the story. If you have any suggestions on how to proceed, feel free to comment or send me asks! I have a few ideas, but I am unsure about them yet <3
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After Yushi squeezed your phone number out of Sion, he would text you over and over again. Asking about your day, showering you in compliments, even sending you some money if you implied you wanted some. It was intoxicating for both of you.
However tonight, the chat isn't as playful as it usually is. Yushi is actually opening up to you. He explains that he had a rough day, he got screamed at by his colleagues and he got caught in a heavy rainstorm going back home. You feel bad. You can't help but coo at him, you can definitely imagine his cute worn down facial expression -- neither of you is too shy to send some selfies occasionally, after all. Without thinking about it too much, you invite him over.
"Oh no, you poor little baby", you baby-talk him immediately after opening the door and letting him inside your apartment. He looks like a puddle of anxiety. It's still raining, making him wet yet again; his fingers are shaking presumably due to the cold, his hair is messy and the frown does seem to have been imprinted into his face for now. He kneels to open up his shoelaces. You think you know what could cheer him up.
Closing the gap, you position yourself right in front of him, before he could get up to properly remove his sneakers. Still kneeling, he slowly raises his head. Lust immediately washes over his face, glossy eyes shamefully trailing up and down your body as he is biting his lower lip. You purposely wore the tiniest shorts you own, and by the way he seems to fixate on your pussy, the sight must not be too bad. You lift your hand slowly. He doesn't flinch, just expectantly following its movement.
You could swear his broad shoulders start to tremble.
Your fingers find his brown bangs, pushing them back and gripping a little bit tighter than necessary at his roots, pulling his head back a bit. "Everyone and everything was so mean to you today," you slur your words, the growing excitement in your belly starting to ache "is there anything that would make your owie's go away?" He opens his mouth somewhat, but instead of a reply, only an airy grown escapes his lips. You crunch your nose in annoyance. Yanking him up from his hunched position by his hair, you face him more closely this time, also leaning a bit forward. The sound of Yushi's light gasps send shockwaves right between your thighs. "Are you so arrogant, mh? You think that you don't need to answer? Just because I am being nice?" With your free hand, you roughly grab his face, digging your nails into his cheeks. "So you don't deserve nice things, huh? Everyone knows pathetic little boys like you are only good for bullying."
The grip you hold him in doesn’t allow much movement, but he used the little wiggle room he had to frantically shake his head. Yushi's words come out muffled, as he is looking up at you with the most pleading gaze. “Thank you for letting me see you tonight, y/n.” You slowly let go of his face, as well as removing your hand from his hair, allowing him to sit back down onto his knees more comfortably. He clenches his hands into tight fists, resting them on his thighs, knuckles turning white. As you admire him from above, you are taking note of the little tent that has started to grow in his dark blue track pants. So cute. “Just being in your presence is enough for me.” You raise your eyebrows amused, making him sigh softly. The tiniest smile is plastered on his face. Is he experienced in… whatever you two had going on, or why is he so calm? You felt comfortable, powerful and confident with Yushi; ordering him around, teasing him and even slapping him felt natural to you, for some reason. You had never done this before and your behavior outside the bar surprised you tremendously. If it wasn't for the alcohol, you wouldn't have been so bold. That's not how you treat guys that catch your interest. And in hindsight you can't explain why you did that. You weren't mad at him, or grossed out, or felt unsafe. You enjoyed his attention, you liked how obviously he desired you.
But something about him makes you want to completely ruin him. And he is very clearly on the same wavelength as you.
“Are you just going to follow me around like a stray again?” You tease, speaking in a higher octave, like with an animal or a child. The brunette in front of you is such a pathetic little thing, you are starting to feel so blessed to have him salivating for you.
As Yushi doesn't seem to be a man of many words, you aren't sure what to expect in response to your question. But apparently, you are not the only one full of surprises. In typical fashion, he doesn't seem to bother to reply yet, but what he does next is far better than anything he could have said. He leans forward, carefully placing his hands in front of him on the floor, for a little stability. He is positioned into a little loaf, as close to the floor as he possibly could be without laying down. Unfortunately, his bangs cover his face, but you feel what he is doing.
He is kissing your bare feet.
Slow, soft pecks are being placed on top of your toes, ankles and the skin inbetween. His tongue is slightly grazing some spots, tickling you slightly. With his head still down, he finally answers with an unexpected roughness in his usually high-pitched voice. Maybe he is finally nervous about the situation as well. “Please, let me spoil you.” Now, too far gone, too turned on to think straight, you were throwing out the last shreds of control you had been holding onto. You carefully place your right foot under his chin, forcing him to raise his head and look up at you. His expression looks pained. Is he so desperate? “I need you to feed on me. I’ve been yours from the moment I was lucky enough to lay eyes on you.” He whimpers as you set your foot back down. “Please.” You grin.
“If you weren't so fucking dense and wasted my time you'd already be naked.” You can't be bothered by how mean that was, even if that's just the second time you actually threw a profanity at his head. Before he can react, you turn around and walk towards your bedroom. A giggle escapes you as you hear how he instantly starts to shuffle and throw his shoes into the corner of your hallway. You sit at the edge of the bed, leaning back on your arms. Within seconds, Yushi hesitantly stands in front of you. Even if he is towering over you with his broad shoulders in this position, it's clear who is in charge. Without much ado, he pulls his hoodie over his head, revealing the dress shirt he wore underneath. You nod your head in the direction of your chair. Understanding your gesture, he places the grey item neatly over the back rest. The little tent between his legs has grown into an undeniable bulge, cutely twitching once as he notices you staring. Your mouth waters at the sight, the track pants not doing much to cover the shape of it. What type of underwear is he wearing that you can even tell where his tip starts?
Yushi clears his throat, avoiding your eyes. As he opens the first button with shaky hands, his cheeks begin to grow pink. Maybe he was less experienced than you thought. You lick your lips in anticipation. Your panty is drenched. He is being painfully slow, if you didn’t enjoy the show he was putting on, you would have already ripped the shirt off of him yourself. “You get to tease me, just this once.” You tell him, trying to make it sound like a warning, but your toothy smile undermines your intentions. Nevertheless, you earned a small smile back. Button by button, he reveals more of his milky skin – His slender chest, leading to his defined abs. As he slides the shirt off his shoulders, you are more than just surprised by his unexpected fitness. And you can't hide your astonishment. “You have the most innocent looking face and were walking around with a body like that?” The smile spreading across his face is so big, it looks just like the ones you’ve seen in Sion’s occasional Instagram posts. It makes your heart skip a beat. You enjoy bullying him, regardless of how unhinged that might sound, but you already feel more towards him than just sexual attraction. And it only has been a few weeks.
Taking off his socks, he sets his clothes aside. Only left in his pants, he finally looks you in the eyes with a certain cheekiness in his expression. He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face, even as he began to bite his bottom lip. The brunette's small nipples are hardened, even though your room wasn't really cold. It could be the pink flush that spread across his chest.
No matter how hot it was to drool over his torso, you expected him to also remove the last remaining clothes unprompted. But it seemed like he enjoyed egging you on. “Come on.” You try sternly, with success. His resilience isn't really high. Such a loser.
He strips himself of his last remaining article of clothing, making it clear why the outline of his slanted dick was so visible. “You whore, you've been running around without any underwear?” You gasp playfully, rubbing your thighs together discretely. His cock, pressing eagerly against his belly, twitches at your demeaning comment. It's painfully obvious how much he loves being called names.
His breathing quickens as he starts fidgeting with his hands, which he obediently keeps at his sides, allowing you to have an amazing view. “What a good boy, you stayed rock hard the entire time. I didn’t even bother touching you.” You mewl, leisurely spreading your legs to present your clothed heat. “Use your words and tell me what got you so horny?” He swallows, rocking back and forth on his soles. You allow him some time to think, as you are wallowing in the build up tension between him and you. He is standing there, fully erect and naked, as if he was nothing else but a thing for you to own, use and break. “Your eyes…” He mumbles, trying so hard to not crumble under your stare. “You look at me like I am a piece of meat.”
His shoulders jerked as you began to laugh at him. And it's not a giggle, or a snort, but a hearty laugh coming straight from the belly. Even if you just had similar thoughts, you didn't expect such an answer. Yushi drops his head in retaliation, defeated, arms and core tensing under the humiliation. He isn't the only one who is running out of patience, though. You feel like your heat is starting to hurt and you can feel your insides squeezing. You were craving nothing else but Yushi's cock inside of you. But you aren't sure if he earned that yet.
As you catch your breath again, you decide to let him come closer. Tapping one foot on the space in front of you, Yushi wastes no time positioning himself in between your legs; devoutly sitting on his feet and laying his hands flat on his thighs, in a similar fashion to before. He is soothingly rubbing them in an attempt to keep his composure. Meanwhile, the tip of his dick is turning into a deeper pink, as he is squirming his hips, trying to feel a little bit of stimulation.
You have reached your breaking point.
Without wasting any more breath, you quickly rip off your shorts and underwear in one go. Yushi is unable to react to the sight of your glistening pussy, as you again grope at his roots and yank his head towards your heat. Not just hearing, but feeling his surprised yelp turn into a delicious groan is almost enough to make you come undone. Almost instinctively, Yushi starts sucking on your folds, taking them between his lips. He is being more rough than you could have anticipated, as he is physically pulling his head back until they plop out of his mouth. Not even your clit is safe from his antics, and it is driving a loud, mewled moan out of you. To stop your fidgeting, he wraps his arms around your hips and thighs and pulls you closer into his face. You are forced to place your feet on his shoulders in support, as he is just about to fold you in half.
It hurts so good. Your own sensitivity surprises you, as you usually only feel this intensely after coming one or two times. Your clouded mind doesn’t allow you to dwell on this too long, though – his relentless pace doesn’t seem to slow down, as you feel Yushi’s flat tongue licking up in stripes from your hole to your clit. Larping at you, like a cat cleaning its own fur aggressively. The sounds he is making are obscene, at the very least. The wet sloshes of your folds are almost overpowered by his whiny grunts, which sound desperate, breathless and incredibly needy. If you weren’t so occupied with your own pleasure, you would notice how Yushi is rutting his hard dick into your bed frame, unable to hold back any longer. He is unforgiving, letting go of all the pent up tension that has been building in the last few weeks, all at once. Every time his lips graze your bundle of nerves, a bolt of electricity shoots through your lower half. He lets go of your hip with his right arm, clumsily feeling up your body until he finds your clothed breast to grope on. He isn’t hesitant, careful or delicate, as you would have expected. He is driving his clipped nails into the supple flesh, flicking, twisting and pulling at your nipple, ripping at your thin tank top. He isn’t eating you out, he is hungrily tearing you into shreds.
You don’t even notice it at first, but after one particularly harsh suck, your thighs begin to violently shake. You ball your hands tightly into fists, his brunette strands threaded between your fingers. Yushi is working you through your orgasm, as he shakes his head rhythmily from side to side, firmly pressing his tongue against your pulsating heat. You are imploding; letting go of a scream, more than a moan. The tears that accumulated in your water line run down your face and you close your eyes as the waves of pleasure ripple through you. As the power grip of your hands begin to loosen, Yushi reluctantly removes his face from your pussy. But not without leaving a quick peck on your clitoris, earning a twitch from your whole, sensitive body. For a brief moment, you both just take a break. Breathing heavy, your limbs fall to your side, upper body finally relaxing against your mattress. You can feel your core ache from sitting upright the entire time. Even after orgasming hard, you can still feel your heat throbbing and clenching around nothing. Like an addict.
Yushi cuddles his head hesitantly into your thigh, leaning into it. Just from this small gesture alone, you can tell he returned to his usual demeanour. “I lost it.” He mumbles, barely loud enough for you to hear over your labored breathing. “I went too hard. I got selfish. You taste and smell so good, I couldn’t help it.” He starts to ramble. Still too overwhelmed by the intense head you just received, you don’t find the strength in you to answer yet. Hell, you are surprised you are still conscious. So you opt for the first best thing your body allows you to do: You pat Yushi’s hair three times, until your wrist gives up and falls on his face. He gently picks up your hand and intertwines it with his, placing another soft kiss on the back of it. Your eyes are closed, however, you can tell he rises from his position on the floor. He places one knee on the mattress between your thighs, the other on the side of your right leg. He leans forward, towering over you, and fixating you slightly by placing your intertwined hands next to your head. Your eyes flutter open, unable to swallow the whine that leaves your throat. Yushi’s face is drenched in your juices, gleaming under the lights of your bedroom lamp. His swollen lips are painted in a deep red color, matching the pink of his cheeks and ears beautifully. His eyebrows are furrowed, tears prickling in his eyes. “You asked what you could do for me, y/n.” He begs, rubbing his dick meekly into your thigh, pulling his foreskin back. “Let me feel you, I can’t anymore. I can’t hold it. Want to cum in your tasty pussy.”
You haven’t quite figured out the “being a dom”-thing, yet. You planned on wrecking Yushi tonight, but it seemed like you are the only one who is done for. He has absolutely swallowed you whole. And here he is, only dying to continue to feed off of you, not the other way around. Your hole is clenching at the thought. “Kiss me, Yushi.” You plead, catching him off guard by your airy tone. Just as always, he doesn’t need to be told twice. He leans down and presses one careful, then a firm second, and a final, lingering kiss onto your weakly pursed lips. As he raises his head, you whine in annoyance. You glare slightly at him, as he giggles right into your face. You aren’t sure if you enjoy his shamelessness, or if it provokes you. All of these thoughts fly out the window, though, as he finally leaps at your lips properly, prodding at them with his tongue. You can taste yourself on him, as you explore each other's mouth, in a lazy exchange of power. Yushi’s dips into your thigh pick up in speed, just to abruptly halt, as not to cum yet. You can’t move the thigh caged in between his legs, but you raise the other one, folding it against your upper body, stretching yourself and fully exposing your pulsating heat to him. The possessive groan that vibrates into the kiss doesn't just make your heat flutter, but also your heart. In one swift motion, Yushi repositions himself and presses your other leg next to your wiggling tits, pressing them against one another. Your other leg lies cupped around him, as he heaves his whole body onto you, compressing you into the mattress. He lines up his dick with your pussy, moaning lewdly at the wet mess meeting him. Yet, he doesn't push himself in. His tip rubs with deep strokes against your clit, making you both whine in agony. Your hole clamps against nothing, as you press your nails into his wide shoulders. In retaliation, he slaps his damp cock on your clit a few times. You cry out at the impact, the bittersweet pleasure shooting through you like a set of flashes. You allowed him to play around for too long now.
Raising your only free hand, you yank his head back by his hair yet again, drawing a sweet moan from him. Without saying anything, you strike him across his face. Not just once, but three times, slapping the same cheek over and over again. You can't even distinguish the blush from the growing imprint of your hand anymore. As Yushi yelps helplessly, the tears that pooled in his eyes roll down his cheeks. “Know your place.” You hiss at him. “You think you're funny for pushing my buttons like this? I gave you permission for this shit just one time.” If you weren't so desperate to feel his stiff cock in you, get stretched the right way by its curve and have his thick mushroom-shaped tip prod at your cervix, you would punish him for this. But you are far beyond this level of restraint. You will get back at him some other time.
Yushi pathetically buries his head in your neck with a dragged whine, pressing his own chest against yours. He apologetically nibbles at your earlobe, placing small kisses on your throat and neck. It tickles a little bit, but it doesn't ease the ache between your legs. You feel him twitch against your clit, halting his movements in submission. You are fully pinned down by him, unable to move anything besides your one arm. You opt to hold him by the backside of his neck, applying the tiniest bit of pressure. This seems to wake him up from his whining. Yushi adjusts his hips and hesitantly and a bit clumsily prods at your entrance. You sigh in response, prompting him to finally glide his cock into you. After all this teasing, after clenching around nothing for seemingly an eternity, feeling him slowly filling you up is bliss. As he buries his hard dick inside you, you can feel his balls rub against your ass. They’re warm and heavy, just like Yushi’s tongue, that draws wet lines alongside your neck and ear. He is giving you time to adjust, filling it by sucking on the thin flesh right by your artery. His shaft isn’t notably thick or long, but his size is still decent – close to what you expected. But the slant you were already anticipating earlier is making you see stars. He grazes deliciously along your walls, filling you up in a way you have never experienced. His thick tip pushes deep into you, kissing the spongy bits you rarely get to stimulate. He already has you twitching and whining for him, and he hasn’t even moved yet. You didn’t really notice how overstimulated you already are. The abuse you, in some way, and him, in particular, inflicted on your pussy is catching up to you. You definitely need the extra moment to adjust, so you appreciate his consideration. And you can tell by his deep breathing how much restraint it takes for him to keep it together. He nibbles at your throat, the sensation of his teeth biting at the sensitive skin tickling you. You hope they leave some bruises, just as the ones across his cheek. He looks so beautiful with his cheek puffing up, the purplish hue spreading underneath his eye. You would paint him in all sorts of colors for teasing you like this, if he is okay with a punishment like that. This thought makes you clench around him, prompting him to slowly drag his cock back out until it’s just the head stretching out the ring of muscle at your entrance. The big breath he lets out is shaky, moving his chin up to mumble in your ear. “Can- can I start?” You lean your face against the back of his head, placing a kiss on it, nodding into him. His whole body is trembling, he lets go of your hand and sheepishly grabs your tit with it, looping his thumb around the strap to push your top to the side, revealing your hard nipple to him, playing with it between his fingertips. He uses his other hand to prop himself up, pushing his hips forwards to slowly fill you up again. This gradual pace is the opposite of his oral just moments before, and it seems to take a lot of effort for him to maintain it. Sweat pearls pool on his forehead as his bangs increasingly stick against it. His eyes are squeezed shut, as his breathing grows more labored. His abs are clenched, he pulls his swollen dick back out, only to rest his tip inside you for a moment again. Every time he begins to pick up the pace, a deep moan escapes your throat and your slick, spongy walls fully engulf him, Yushi slows down again with hiccuped groans and breathing.
This hurts, but not in a good way.
Your insides feel like they are tearing themselves apart from the painful understimulation you are experiencing, craving nothing more than to be pounded into. “Yushi, fuck me.” You cry out, no longer hiding your desperation. His fingers faintly rubbing on your nipple, his strained expression and the feeling of his cock tiresomely driving in and out of you are too much and too little at the same time. You grab his face with both of your hands, tilting it so he looks straight at you upon opening his eyes. “If you don’t fuck me properly now you will regret it, I will make sure of it.” You warn him, realizing you played too nicely. His eyes widen and he presses his lips together, halting his movements as you, now intentionally, clench the muscles around his tip. He exhales, his fingers sinking into your breast. You pull at his cheek, hoping this will serve as a final warning, to no avail. “Why are you acting like this?” You question, tears welling up in your eyes as you pathetically grind your hips into his dick, placing one hand under you for stability as you raise your lower body. Swallowing at least a bit more of it, you fuck yourself on him, finally feeling some subtle stimulation. Yushi doesn’t reply again, either by words or by movement. He just moans, surprisingly strained, at every tuck at his pulsating length. You won’t let him get away with this without consequences. His pink, erect nipples have been looking more than just neglected anyway, so you take one between your thumb and index finger. You weakly tug at it twice to see his reaction, finally feeling some amusement after seeing him press his eyebrows together in concentration, humming at the sting. “You are just sitting here, getting your dick wet without any work, huh?” You mumble, getting seriously annoyed at Yushi’s passiveness. You tightly dig your nails into his areola and yank at it, making sure to scratch his nipple as well, seeing the red marks deepen on his skin in real time. He yelps, jerking in surprise and driving his hips forward with a snap. You moan at the sudden feeling, being abruptly stuffed with half his cock again. You just wanted to harmlessly tease Yushi a little bit back, since he keeps on torturing you with this snail-pace. But as he falls on top of you, whining endlessly with quivering shoulders, you wonder if you took it too far. Worry washes over you, as you feel his upper body grow heavy, trapping you against the mattress. His body is spasming and you feel a wet patch grow next to your shoulder under his head. “Was this too hard?” You exclaim, wrapping your arms around him apologetically. And then, you notice it. His hips thrusting lazily, in short strokes, back into you, while something hot runs down your thighs.
The “adjustment time” earlier wasn’t really for you then.
Your arms loosen around him, as you let your head fall back into the mattress. You can hear him cry with his face buried in the pillow. Yushi is clearly disappointed in himself, his snorts revealing it’s more than just a little tearing up. You shouldn’t be surprised a bit of raw pussy made him come so quickly, since he was edging himself the entire time. You should’ve put an end to that. But you didn’t, and this mistake is now leaving you hot and bothered, stuffed with cum you aren’t even sure you wanted, while he is crying and not letting go of you. You definitely haven’t figured out this “being a dom”-thing.
It’s no use, continuing as is. “Let’s shower, Yushi.” You pat his head, whispering into his ear. “It’s okay, you did well.” It takes a while, until his tears seem to dry up. You caress his back and hair, placing a few smooches here and there until he picks up his body from you. His eyes are red and puffy, his bottom lip still quivering. Snot is running down his nose, one cheek still being tinted more deeply than the other. God, he looks adorable. You try to swallow your grin, but a small smile still creeps onto your face. Luckily, it seems to ease his nerves. You take his hand, and with careful taps, you both sneak into your bathroom.
You park him next to the sink, deciding to just pee for now, also a bit overwhelmed with the situation. You have this grown man in your apartment, naked, upset and still sniffling after coming too early. This is definitely a first. Yushi stands there, broad shoulders hunched and his deflated dick sagging between his legs. You finally throw your top into the laundry basket. “You’re a pitiful sight.” You snicker, as you sit on the toilet seat and look away, trying to lighten the mood with a joke. You close your legs as you empty your bladder, trying to have at least a little bit decorum as you practically made him watch you. Not very elegant of you, but you still need a moment to think. You can feel his eyes on you, though, making your cheeks heat up. As you finish your business and flush, you glance at his face, just to swiftly tilt your head away again. You can’t read him, especially as he turns his body away from you, showing his backside. Did you embarrass him? “You can pee too, if you need to.” You tell him, unsure how he feels right now. Maybe he feels uncomfortable, it’s his first time in your bathroom anyway. He wouldn’t know his way around.
You decide to break the silence by telling him about your skin care. You pick out a new toothbrush from your cabinet, feeling awkward at his demeanor. You are conflicted, as your pussy is still painfully throbbing between your legs, but you can sense that he is still agitated. Currently, you want nothing more than to ride his tongue again, and looking at his fit, bare body and his cute face through the mirror above your sink don’t help in the slightest. His bottom lip is pushed forward, his tired eyes diverted as he listens. Your thighs are shaking and you catch yourself feeling hesitant to approach him. Having nothing left to say, you just swallow, letting your eyes wander down from his shoulders, to his butt and back up to meet his eyes, silence falling over you two yet again. You follow his irises, as they also take a peak at your naked form. Toothbrush in hand, you take a few steps toward him, leaning forward to place it on the sink next to yours. You’re close, your arm grazing his. “I’m sorry.” He finally mutters, whining at the contact. You smile at him, just relieved he said something, ignoring the way he digs his fingers into the sink, knuckles turning white. “I’m not mad at you, baby.” You reassure him, yet again, in hopes to coax a smile from him. You were really harsh with him, demeaned him and made fun of him earlier. You feel a bit responsible that he feels so small right now. Maybe you put too much pressure on him. You two never actually talked about the dynamic you have going on, about your expectations and limits. You are certain that he is just as inexperienced as you are. You wrap an arm around his waist, lean against his side and close your eyes, no longer looking at his face. Instead of leaning into the touch, he grows tense. Your stomach drops as you furrow your brows, this situation is becoming too much for you to handle. “Hey, are you okay?” You whisper, worried sick now. Maybe you shouldn’t have been so lighthearted. Maybe he is upset with you and not himself. Maybe he doesn’t like you anymore and wants to leave. Tears well in your eyes now, you like him too much already. You don’t know what you would do, if he decided to end whatever this was. Even though you were seemingly the one in charge, you still let your walls down for him. All of this is new to you, too. You were vulnerable with him, invited him to your home, stripped yourself naked – physically and in a way, mentally too. You couldn’t just pretend this never happened, as if he never happened. You placed your heart in his hands, the moment he texted you. You open your eyes again to check on him, possibly beg for forgiveness. As he turns around to face you, you brace yourself to look at his crying face again. However, he presents you with his fully erect cock and a playful expression.
“Oh no.” He exclaims as he looks into your teary eyes. He can tell these are different tears from before, they are not from pleasure, but from worry. “I am such an idiot.” He takes your face into his hands now, carefully, as if you would crack under the slightest pressure. “I thought we were still… doing it. I thought we were still playing.” He wipes your tears away with his thumb, panic spreading across his face. “Huh?” You mutter, dumbfounded. You are the one pouting now. “What do you mean, you were crying for minutes in my arms just now? You gave me the cold shoulder and you weren’t even hard anymore! I thought you were upset!” He shakes his head, caressing your cheek with his thumbs, frowning. His gaze shifts again, as your tears dry.
“I’m upset with myself. I didn’t want to disappoint you, but I did. You didn’t allow me to cum and I didn’t pleasure you right. I acted so selfishly, again. I’m so bad.” He is rambling, whining and he is saying sorry, but he doesn’t sound too apologetic – he just sounds horny. He isn’t saying anything about worrying you either. He bites his lips as you look at him, ignoring your confused eyebrow raise. His mood switch just now gave you whiplash and you aren’t sure how to react. You expected everything but this. “How are you even hard right now?” You ask. He doesn’t seem bothered by your hesitancy. “Well..” Yushi’s eyelids drop, as his hands begin to wander down your neck, grazing at the hickeys he has given you. His dick twitches, as he cups one of your breasts. The other wanders further down, sneaking around your waist and taking a handful of your ass in hand, index finger painfully close at your asshole. With his hands on you like this, groping and pulling at all your sensitive spots, your body is starting to heat up again. “After cumming it takes a while to recover.” He whispers in your ear, licking at the shell and giggling at the goosebumps spreading across your neck. “Do you think it’s leaving me cold when you invite me to the bathroom with you?” His hands wander to your hips, as he drops to his knees, hissing at the contact with the cold tiles on the floor. “You could have punished me,” he slurs, placing kisses alongside your lower stomach, right above your folds and licking sharp stripes around your labia, as you spread your legs. “used me, instead.” New slick pools between your legs, the tingling returning as if it never left. “Used you…?” You ask, leaning against the sink for support, as your mind grows cloudy and your legs turn soft. With a needy moan, Yushi pushes his tongue in between your lower lips, fully engulfing your clitoris. You bury your hands in his hair and throw your head back, feeling sensitive after being edged and edged for so long. With a long, lewd moan, he pulls his tongue back, swallowing the slick he collected. “I would have deserved to be your toilet.” Yushi answers, upfront and shamelessly, circling your entrance with his ring finger. You didn’t even notice that you closed your eyes, as you rip them open. You groan, all words stuck in your throat. Is this why he turned around? He thought you were teasing him? You can’t process what he has said, as he slides his finger inside you in one determined motion. You feel the pressure of him in your lower belly, as he begins to pump his finger inside you rhythmically. It’s much faster than anything he did to you before, while still maintaining a certain calmness.
“You were nothing but kind to me, Y/N.” He mumbles, adding his middle finger. “Let me make it up to you. My mistakes." You whine loudly as he buries his face yet again between your folds, not as aggressively as last time, but with just as much enthusiasm. He is practically slurping you up, eating up all of the wetness that meets him. He must taste himself on you a little bit. “Your pussy clearly wasn’t done with me anyway.” Yushi groans into your folds, as he spreads his fingers inside you. “Your body makes me go insane. You are so fucking sexy.” You can tell he is becoming undone, as his movements pick up in speed. He is circling your clit with his tongue, just to suck at it ruthlessly until you wince in bittersweet pain. As your thighs began to tremble and your grip in his hair tightened, Yushi knew you were close. He is studying your body like a science, remembering the things that make you scream the hardest. To push you over the edge, he firmly presses his flat tongue against your heat. You seemed to love how he shook his head against it earlier, and repeating this action makes you cum on his lips yet again. You are trembling, knees shaking, and panting. But this time, however, you don’t get a moment to breathe. He turns you around, presses you into the sink and replaces his fingers with his dick faster than you can register. You feel it again, this addicting stretch you so desperately craved. His slender fingers did an amazing job at working you from the inside, but nothing compares to the feeling of his slanted dick, prodding at your walls, fucking hungrily against this specific spot hidden inside you. You cry out his name, only for him to pick up the pace, burying his hands in your hips, leaving crescent marks with his nails. Your nipples rub against the cold marble, sharp and cold bolts of electricity shoot through your boobs, adding to the pleasure. You hear him pant and whine behind you, loud enough to not be drowned by the sound of your skin slapping against his. You can feel him tense and twitch inside you, his cock growing increasingly hard with each stroke. He removes one hand from your hip and reaches forward, groping at your cooled tit and pulling you up against his own chest. In this new position, his shaft rubs harshly against your entrance and his tip comes at you from a new angle. This new sensation, combined with his damp fingers playing with your hard nipple, leaves your mind completely blank. “Come on beautiful” Yushi whines in your ear, "This whore is addicted to your cum."
He stops his movements for a moment, grabbing onto your hips to steady himself. Before you can even discern the situation, he slams his hips forward, reaching new depths you weren't even aware one could reach.
"Fuck me" He whines, light voice cracking at his own pleasure.
"hit me" Pulling it out, just to aggressively thrust forward again, making you jolt against the tiles.
"eat me." He cries, falling forward on top of you, rutting his sperm inside.
If someone told you Yushi would react this way, you wouldn’t have believed it. But you see it, with your own eyes, and you feel the consequences on your body. You are so confused. This is not the same person you met at the bar, who begged to send you money in exchange for an ass pic, who put on a strip show on command. Or maybe it is, he's just willing to get anything done.
Yushi was more than just blown away the second he laid eyes on you just shy of 3 weeks ago. It was at Sion's birthday party, where he was surrounded by many more new faces including yours -- but it still felt like you were the only person existing in the cramped little bar everyone gathered at. You sat with your legs crossed on a stool, a brightly colored drink to sip on in front of you. You weren't exactly approaching anyone, but you would cheerfully engage in conversation with everyone who would join you at the bar. And as one of the few women who got invited by Sion, it was only natural some of the guys would try their luck. But Yushi could recognize, from the small roundtable he was sitting at with Riku and one of his bandmates other friends, that you would shut down the conversation as soon as the tone shifted from friendly to flirtatious. Your smile wouldn't falter, however, your expression would change slightly, just right before you shoo away all the eager guys. Your eyelids would drop, you would fidget with the straw in your cocktail and you would crook your head. You got bored.
But he couldn't blame the guys, you looked nothing less than delectable in your short outfit. It hugged your curves perfectly, showing just enough to tempt, covering enough to let the imagination run wild. But especially those heavy looking heels caught Yushi's attention. Everytime you started to bounce your feet, seeing and faintly hearing the heel clack against the leg of the stool, his breath hitched. He didn't even dare to imagine the things you could do to him with these.
Sion's friend took notice of Yushi's distracted attitude. He was answering half-heartedly, barely looking up at them and playing with the straw between his teeth, these were just a few of the signs that he wasn't paying any attention to the conversation at hand. "Damn," Sion’s friend would exclaim "can any of you actually believe the birthday boy never hit that?" This, finally, caught Yushi's attention. "No, he doesn't sleep with his female friends." Riku explains, sighing as if it wasn't the first time he explained it this evening, "He is in his 'lone wolf era', apparently." Making visible airquotes around the weird wording Sion drunkenly must have thrown at him just earlier tonight. "No catching feelings, huh..." Yushi mumbles, more to himself than anything else.
To be fair, he was a few shots in, but he didn't fully remember how he found himself standing in front of you at the billiard table. Someone must have ratted him out -- only that explained why he was playing against you and a very cheekly grinning Sion, with whom you are engaged in idle conversation with. You brought your drink that looks like it is just one or two sips away from being finished. Maybe he could get you a refill.
"Yushi" the other male exclaimed "it's your turn. Quit staring at my friend like this, can you not tell it's rude?" Usually, if someone older would warn Yushi like this, he would have been taken aback. But, in this case, Sion's tone was dripping with this sticky mischief, and Yushi knows he is just teasing again. The way Sion's left eyebrow twitched must just be his usual theatrics as well. But before he was able to think of a reply, you apologized sheepily, obviously not catching your friend's cynicism. "I shouldn't have worn something so short, knowing it's mostly going to be men here." Swallowing, he just nods and takes the pole between his hands. It's not just spit, but also the build up of horniness that has been growing steadily inside of him. Knees shaking, he knows he's going to break soon.
After losing greatly to the pair, Sion made Yushi pay for another round of shots for all of the guests. He thought about forgetting you for tonight, going back to his friends, and listening in on their weird hookup stories they always loved to repeat after a few bottles had been emptied. But he couldn’t. Even if he had the capacity to consider how creepy he might be for lingering in your presence for the past hour, he couldn’t stop himself. His vision was blurry, his voice cracked every time he opened his mouth, and his head had faintly started to throb. Earlier, when he had tried to get up for something redundant he had been asked about, he had almost fallen butt-first onto the wooden floor. In every single instance, it had left him burning up from embarrassment, but your cute giggle washed away these fleeting feelings. He didn’t know why it amused you, but he was certain that the way you raised your hand to cover your mouth was an obvious sign that you kept your alcohol levels consistent with everyone else. Whatever it was, he would humiliate himself all over again just to hear your laugh a second time.
Sion was seated next to him, an arm loosely swung around his shoulders. He was loud. As the birthday boy, he certainly carried himself that way tonight. Also sharing some random anecdote, all five pairs of eyes sitting around the table were on him -- including yours, batting your eyelashes curiously. Yushi couldn’t help the way his nose crunched in annoyance, rolling his eyes a little. This was also one of the stories he had heard a million times; I’m sure you must have too, as his friend. Why was he friends with a girl like you anyway?
“Oh, I know, right?” Sion laughed, hitting Yushi on the chest with his spare hand, making him draw in his torso to avoid the even harder punch that he could already tell was approaching. Luckily, he misunderstood Yushi’s facial expression. “That was just so frustrating! I didn’t know she was such a freak and needed it so roughly. If she asked nicely, I definitely could have thrown her around or something.” Sion took a sip from his beer, seemingly not taking a moment to breathe. “I am definitely a dominant man in bed, but I thought you’re supposed to be sweet the first time around. Why would she call me boring?”
Even over the heated discussion, the dim music and the occasional chairs being dragged across the floor, he could only hear your hearty laugh.
You were propping up your head with your hand, fully leaning onto the table, beer abandoned. Half of the party had already left. The rest were roaming around outside on the patio between the few other customers who had gathered this Friday night. You seemed sleepy, every blink becoming slower and slower. Your lip gloss was gone and some of the glitter on your cheeks had spread out. But even after all this alcohol, all the games, and some snacks, you still looked just as beautiful as before.
To him, you were just glowing.
If it had been just this -- admiring your beauty, enjoying your company, and a quickened heartbeat -- he wouldn’t have been in this uncomfortable situation. To his horror, his heart wasn’t the only organ throbbing right now. The way your boobs had squeezed against your arm made them prop up just slightly and forced your top to drop just the tiniest bit. The plush flesh had just engulfed the pendant that had been hanging from your smooth neck. Was there a way to switch places with a necklace?
Before he could actually get lost in the delicious sight of your breasts, you covered your cleavage with your free hand, tapping your index finger on your chest. Slightly horrified, Yushi met your eyes. He wasn’t sure if it was due to the alcohol in your system, or his, but the way you quirked your eyebrow and bit slightly on your lower lip made him consider you weren’t upset. Either way, his primal urges kicked in, and he felt the need to flee. If he didn’t jerk off as soon as possible, he was just going to come untouched in his pants. Maybe he was delusional, maybe he was just a creep, but the haze in your eyes just then was one of the most erotic things he had seen in a while.
He sprang up so quickly the fragile roundtable shook. Even with everyone staring at him, and Sion’s hands grabbing at the hem of his hoodie, he decided to just hurry outside. With a mumbled excuse and his shirt pulled over his crotch he speed-walked his way out the door, stopping just right in front of the door. He should get a cab.
It didn’t take long until he heard the door behind him creak open. Sighing, he turned around, expecting to argue with Sion that “yes, the party was over." But the sight in front of him made him swallow his attitude right away. You stood there, enveloped by the orangey lights from the bar, pulling your coat tighter across your upper body. The crescent moon did nothing to lighten up the streets; thankfully, he could still see your face. The hair on top of your head was a little frizzy, your toothy half-smile giving away your exhaustion. Still, how badly he wanted to fuck the fatigue right out of your body -- taking your sweet ass from behind, pulling on your nipples, mewling into your ear-
“I’m leaving too.”
You broke the silence carefully, taking just a few steps to stand right in front of him. So close, he could feel your warm breath hitch. So close, he saw your eyes follow his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed for a second time. So close, he could feel himself being pulled into your grasp.
As your smile grew, you revealed your teeth.
“I saw you, by the way.” You looked up again, meeting his brown eyes. He hid his hands in his sleeves, feeling his knees wobble. “You fucking pervert.” This was the moment you smacked your meticulously manicured hand across his cheek, the slapping sound only being swallowed by a single car racing down the street. It wasn’t so hard that it would leave a bruise, but it made his head snap to the side. The sting was going to last, too. He couldn’t help but whine at the impact, taking it pathetically, without even moving a single muscle in his body -- not even taking a step back. You snapped at him, raising your voice just enough to make your point clear without alerting any of the people in the bar. “Don’t you have anything to say for yourself?”
You lifted your hand again, striking him on the other cheek, whipping his head to the other side -- earning a deep moan. One that had been begging to be let out. “I’m so sorry,” he whimpered, holding his cheek this time. This one might have left a bruise. “Oh, you poor little boy, are you hurt?” you mocked him, fake-pouting, lowering your head to look up at him. You put your hands on your hips, leaving the coat loosely draped around your shoulders, revealing your pushed-up tits yet again. His dick was pulsating in his dress pants.
Another car passed by. It might have been a cab, it didn’t matter.
“I deserve it,” he answered quietly, hesitant to meet your eyes, fidgeting with his sleeves. A gust of wind swept by, and he could see goosebumps spread over your chest. His mouth watered at the sight. He could have been licking along the tiny bumps, just to warm you right up.
You hummed, sounding pleased by his obedient response. Raising your hand for a third time did make him flinch, but you didn’t hit him again. You slowly caressed his left cheek with your thumb, drawing circles into the abused skin. Yushi’s breath hitched, as your thumb swiped over his swollen lips. He didn’t even notice how much he had been biting them. “This made you learn, mh?” you murmured, still with a deliciously pouted mouth. You had reapplied your glittery lip gloss. As Yushi nodded eagerly at your question, your face lit up. Your thumb nestled on his mouth, applying slight pressure. He obediently parts his lips. You dipped in, meeting his soft tongue. As Yushi hesitantly engulfed your thumb, eyes fluttering, sucking just the tiniest bit, you pull your hand away. “I love me a quick learner.”
You took a step back and pulled your phone out of your purse, turning away from the man in front of you. “Now be a good boy and call me a cab.”
